Please, be my downfall.

the man who returned with a few additional guards had whispered something into Lorenzo's ear. Something that troubled him, angered him.

I watched Lorenzo's body tighten, his hand gripping the gun so tight I thought he was going to crush it.

He locked eyes with me, and I saw that angered monster that would come out anytime he grew to be infuriated.

"Lorenzo." I said as I took a step forward, dispite how horrifyingly terrifying he looked now. His breath was heavy, and moved so he could look down into my eyes.

And I placed my one hand on his tightened bicep, and whispered "lover, talk to me." I begged, and he brought his hand and placed it behind my neck.

He looked like he was straining so hard to be gentle.

"Our room has been raided. Searched. He's looking for you." He growled, and his grip on my skin tightened slightly as I searched his eyes.

"Well it's okay, because I'm not in our room. I'm here. With you, right here." I said, as I move my hand to grip over his, his hand gripping the gun a little lighter now that my hand was overtop his.

Yet he looked down at me, and I knew I had missed something. "He wants to make a trade Serina." His voice sounded so conflicted.

A trade. I didn't even need to hear the next part to know what was to be traded.

"Me for Marco." I deadpanned. My life, for Marcos. "That slippery pieces of horse shit." I grunted as I closed my eyes for a moment

Satan wanted to make Lorenzo choose. His best friend, or me.

This wasn't a choice, this was a execution. And a part of us would all be dead in the end.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Lorenzo's close.

Almost to hide the emotion inside them.

And when he opened them, he looked faded and angered at my realization, and bowed his head slightly.

If it came down to him having to choose, he'd break what was left of himself—I won't let that happen.

"It's okay." I said "hey look at me." I whispered as I moved my hand to his cheek.

And he opened his eyes and shifted them to me.

Why is fate always trying to tear us apart? Fuck you

I know what I have to do, what I could do. What I should do.

I can't let Marco die for something I am repsonsible for. I was the one who fought back against Satan, tried to kill him, he's angry at me, but I won't let Marco die for it.

Despite my unsure feelings right now for Marco, I won't let him die.

"It'll be okay." I smiled with tears in my eyes. "I'll be okay. He needs a heir, so he won't kill me."

He will most likely kill me. For what I've done. But it was the fastest thing I could think of.

But could I really sacrifice my life for the person I swore death upon just weeks ago?

"I know what you're thinking, and no, you aren't doing that." He growled, his eyes on fire as he tightened his grip on me. "Like you said, I will never forgive you if you choose to die today." He sounded so furious, because he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You need your brother Lorenzo. You have needed him your entire life." I whispered with a small smile, and he just shook his head.

Lorenzo denied it, but the look of the men around us was clear. I knew that if it came down to it, that all the men around me, would opt to save Marcos life over mine.

"Well I need you." He growled, Interrupting my thoughts. "Did you not hear a single thing I said today?"

"Lorenzo..." I cried. Yes I heard him, and yes I know he said he won't ever live without me.

"Serina, Satan wants you to make the choice for me. He wants you to sacrifice yourself, it's what he'll expect." Lorenzo grunted. "He knows what choice I'd make, but he also knows you'd never let me make it."

"I won't let Marco die because of me." I said. But what a hypocrite I was.

Not long ago, I had wanted nothing more than to kill him. To be the reason he took his last breath. I wanted to hold his heart in my hand, because not long ago, He ripped mine out.

But I was in darkness then, clouded by a lie that I thought was truth.

I wanted Marco dead, I honestly did, but now? Well, too many people have already died because of me. Not him too. Not for this

"Satan will expect that you will come to him, that you'll trade yourself whether I wanted you to or not."

"Well will he be expect my foot in his asshole?"
I said lowly, and he shot me a look just before he turned towards the 8 men that stood around in the room.

"what other options do we have other than trading me for Marcos butt?" I asked

"Air assault?" One of the men spoke up. He must be new.

There won't be enough time to organize an air strike, and we didn't have anywhere close to enough men.

we all looked at the man who spoke, but I was the first to respond. "Yes!" I smirked "let's all jump in our hot air balloons and then shoot dildos from bazookas at them."

Lorenzo opened his mouth to scold me, probably to tell me to 'grow up' or 'take this seriously' , but before he could say a word a buzz came from his cellphone.

"It's Marco." He growled, and all of us moved to circle around him as he swiped the screen and answered it; putting the phone on speaker so all could hear.

"I'm on the roof Deluca. Bring me my slut. We have much to discuss. Right Marco?" Despite the cockiness in Satan's voice, you could very clearly tell that he was in pain, that he was dying.

"Don't come." Marcos voice sounded just as beaten, strained and desperate. "Leave me. Let this be my Sentence." He demanded.

Like he honestly believed we'd just let him die. Selfish little fucker.

He doesn't get to die, not after all this. Not this easy.

"He's no fun. You have five minutes, if your late, I'll slit his throat." Satan growled, before he hung up and the line went dead.

I scrunched my face for a second before I broke out of the circle, and pushed my way towards one of the traitorous man on the ground.

I bent over, and searched his body, before pulling a dagger from its sheath on his belt.

Satan's men always had a hidden dagger on them.

"And what are you going to do with that?" Lorenzo chuckled angrily. God he looked so strained, so conflicted.

"I'm going to kill him." I said as I stood up, all of the men's eyes were on me. As I took the dagger and tucked it Into the back of my dress, the tightness of the fabric keeping it in place at the top of my spinal cord.

"You are going to take down who knows how many men with a hunting dagger?" He scoffed.

"Your positivity and belief in me is overwhelming thank you so much Lorenzo." I smiled sarcastically

"Serina." He sighed. Lorenzo sighed, "I meant we have no way of knowing how many men are up there. It's too risky."

Too risky? I thought living this life meant taking risks. Living in danger.

"Marco would do it for you." I whispered, and that made him stand a little stiffer. "You know I'm right."

Lorenzo stepped forward, and I widened my eyes a little at how animalistic he looked. Yet he kept walking, and I planted my feet firmly on the ground as he moved up to me and stopped inches away.

"Lore—" I started, but my breath was taken away as he moved forward, lifted me up slightly and smashed his lips down upon mine, grabbing my hips and pulling my body into him.

"We are going to regret this." He grunted as he pulled away, his chin resting on the top of my head as he kept me flush against him.

"Probably." I smiled, as he turned around.

"You three, I need snipers. The rest of you, will come up with us." He grunted, and they nodded and the three of them quickly ran off down the hallway.

"We are going to die." Lorenzo said, as he gripped my hand and raised his gun.

"Then we will have hell sex." I smiled. "Nasty, hot, sweaty...."

"Serina." He warned finally, and I just smirked as we started down the hallway towards what very well might be the biggest mistake of our life

•••

Lorenzo POV

There was only one way to the roof, up a set of concrete stairs that opened up at a metal door.

Now we crept up these stairs, and I kept serina's body sinfully close to me, despite her many words to say about it.

"If things go to shit, you need to run." I said. "The combination to the garage is the same as the one I told you before. So take a car, and go. There's a safe house—"

"If you think I'll leave you behind then you are fucking delusional buddy." She grunted quite angrily, but I knew she's say that.

"remember what I said? Your fight, is my fight." She smirked, as she gripped onto my bicep a little tighter.

"I'm serious sparrow." I grunted as I could now see the door that opened up to the roof.

"So Am I." She simply said, as she grabbed her gun and cocked it.

As we reached the top of the stairs, I felt my stomach tighten. My mind flashing with every possibility of her death, and I froze. My hand resting on the door handle, but I didn't move.

But she must have noticed my restraint because she placed her hand over mine, her doll eyes shifting to me as she mouthed the words

"I love you." Tears welded in her eyes, like she was afraid this might be the last time she'd ever say it.

So I grabbed her hand, and I squeezed it. This won't be the last time serina's I'll make sure of it .

With one last breath I pushed open the door, and we spilled out like water, guns raised as we sweeped the roofs top.

Serina sticking by my side, I could tell she was nervous.

Her fingers kept flexing and Unflexing around the guns handle, and her eyes shot to every little sound that came from utop the building.

My wounded arm hurt, but it was nothing I couldn't handle, so I pushed that pain away and tried to focus.

I mean I have done this hundreds of time, I've killed hundreds of traitors and rivals. I've been shot at, I've lost my whole team, I've been hit. Beaten. I have won.

But I have never gone into something like this, with the one person I want to keep safe holding a gun beside me, in more danger than I ever will be.

"Don't let him take me alive." She whispered as she looked my way for just a moment, and I stopped on a dime and quickly grabbed her forearm and pulled her behind a big electrical box.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I growled as I stared down at her.

But I heard, and I saw how desperate her words were, how fearful she was of going back with him.
"If we don't pull this off, and Satan takes me again—" she said and she moved her hand over top of my gun. "If you can, you need to kill me. Because I refuse to go back alive." She grunted, with laces of tears in her eyes.

"I won't—" I tried to say, but then gunfire hailed down on us, and forced our bodies to the ground.

Some of the bullets went clear though the box we were couching behind, one went right between our two bodied.

"No you idiots." Satan's voice screamed, And I felt Serina tense, her eyes closing at his voice.

Her touched her, hurt her and scared her. For that He won't live to see tomorrow.

"I want her, that's the whole fucking point," he grunted and instantly the gunfire stopped, and I unwrapped my hand from Serinas body and she looked at me.

"Promise me you won't let him take me alive." She whispered as she placed a hand on my cheek. "Promise me—"

"I will. But know I'll meet you in death just a moment after." I grunted. Because living without her, is not living. And I won't sit, knowing I was the one who fired the gun.

"You can come out now—" Satan said, and on command I heard Marco struggle, feet sliding against the concrete top and grunts of pain.

Before Satan could even finish, two men came around the side, aiming their guns at our heads.
Shots went off and I turn my head to the side, watched the men I brought up with me fall dead in a row.

"Get up." One of the gunned men growled, and he grabbed her quickly by the arm, despite My hands moving to push him off her.

Yet he cracked the butt of the gun into the back of my neck, and I fell to the ground, and two of Satan's men came and picked me up by the shoulders and dragged me into the open.

"Lorenzo." Serina screamed as Two men held her against the ground just to the right of Satan.

Satan let out a small chuckle, and flicked his hand up, and they realeased their tight hold on her, and her face lifted from where it was smashed into the ground and she was brought to her knees.

"Go ahead." Satan then said, and before I could register a fist flew into my face.

"Lorenzo!" Serina called out, as I fell back into the arms of the men who kept me up on my knees.

But I could handle this. I'd been tortured worse before. I'd lived through hits for the first decade and a half of my life.

I heard Marco grunt, as he attempted to stand but a swift kick to his stomach stopped any attempt of him continuing.

"Hit him again." Satan repeated, and So the men did, and blood spilt from my nose and melted down my face. "Again." He smiled sadisticly as he watched them beat me.

It hurt, but I'd been hurt worse. Spitting blood into the ground with a heavy breath I turn my eyes to Serina, and she searched my face.

"No this—this isn't good enough." Satan pondered, and he tapped his chin with his scarred and bloody hand.

He'd been tortured every day since he'd gotten here. Skin red and burnt, blood seeping and dirt staining his body.

"I don't feel a rush like I normally do. Strange." He sighed in confusion as he looked at me, with dark and evil eyes.

"Satan," Serina spoke up, "stop." She grunted with anger and fury in her eyes.

Satan didn't move his eyes from mine as he stood between me and Serina, and he kept his eyes on my face as he said. "Shut her up."

I lunged forward as I watched the men who attacked me smirk, before walking over to Serina and standing in front of her.

But of corse instead of begging for him not to hurt her, she sucked back and spit at his feet. "Bite me"

I fought against the two men that held me, struggling angrily as the man's fist flew back and she flinched hair before he hit her.

She groaned as the men holding her let her fall back onto the cold ground, her hands hair barely catching her.

"Serina." I called out "Satan enough of this." I growled as I shot my eyes to him and fought to get to him and tear his fucking throat out,

I could hear Serinas shaky breath as they pulled her back up, blood spilling from her nose, she looked at me with tired eyes.

Marco groaned on the floor, as he tried to push himself up, but again a foot sent him collapsing to the concrete.

"Leave him alone." Serina coughed, which earned A laugh from Satan. "Satan if you hurt him I'll-"

"Don't you wish for his death Serina? For what he did." Satan questioned as he stepped over to her, a grunt of anger fighting from my throat as he bent down and grabbed her by the hair.

"No." She whispered and closed her eyes as he tightened his grip on her, and Marcos eyes opened at her admission, and he looked towards her. "But you-" she coughed "I am going to shove a gun so far down your throat that you'll shit bullets for weeks,"

Satan didn't look pleaser by her words, and he scrunched his face and cackled lowly.

"I could have given you everything you could have ever wanted. Yet you still run back to Deluca." Satan yelled, as he yanked her hair harder and squeezed forcing her eyes to look into his.

"Leave her alone." I growled, but another hit was sent into my face, and my ears started to ring slightly.

"I will always choose Lorenzo." I heard her whisper clear as day. "Always." She repeated, which caused a angered grunt to come from his mouth and he stood up and pushed off her.

"Well in that case." He quickly said. "beat him until he dies."

And the man grabbed my shirt, and hit me in a row.
Blood dripping and arms holding me tight against the assault.

"No!" I hated her scream, desperate and wild. "Satan please." She begged.

But he seemed to ignore her, like he was waiting for something.

"Satan I beg you." She shot out. "Please don't kill him. I'll—I'll do anything." She quickly screamed out, and Satan lifted a hand and the man In front of me stopped.

And I dropped my head down for just a moment and caught my breath before I forced my head to lift.

"Serina no," I groaned out angrily, but all I could do was watch as Satan made his way back over to her.

"Do you realize what you have said princess?" He cooed, as he brushed a strand of messy hair out of her face.

Serina looked at me, and I shook my head and yet she still said "yes."

He laughed as he waved his fingers and motioned for the men holding her to let go, and Her eyes looked to me as she went to run to my side.

Yet Satan spoke up and she halted. "I'll let him live. If you come to me now." He smirked evilly.

"What?" She whispered as she went from looking at me to him, her eyes fearful.

He smiled as he looked at me, with such pride. "I am going to fuck you." He said as he walked up to her and grabbed her jaw, his eyes watching as I pulled against the men and growled.

"I'm going to cum in you in front of your little boyfriend and his pet." He laughed and she closed her eyes, but reopened them onto me.

Her gaze fighting against his hand, as she looked at me.

"No. Serina, no. Don't." I growled. She'd destroy herself to keep me alive. She's ruin herself.

"Do you swear you'll let them live?" She called out. "If I do this and I go with you." She whispered, but I saw her body tighten like she was waiting to act.

Waiting to jump at an opportunity.

"Anything for you." Satan smiled, and the men chuckled like they were happy that they were about to revive a 'show'

I watched with wide eyes as she moved into him, into his touch, anger sprouting in ever fiber of my being.

Marco turned away, eyes staring at the sky. As a foot kept him from standing.

He couldn't watch. He wouldn't.

His hands tracked to her waist, as he smashed his lips against hers, "undress then whore." He muttered between his forceful kiss.

"Get your hands off my wife." I growled angrily with a pain erupting in my heart as I spit up words like bullets. Her body froze a little, eyes peaking to me with desolation.

I saw her hesitation to kiss him, yet she did, her body tense and shaking with disgust.

But soon after she moved her hands behind her, her lips breaking the kiss.

I watched her frown tune into a smile, right before she plunged the dagger that was tucked into the back of her dress into his heart in one swift motion.

Everyone lunged forward with guns drawn as Satan coughed up blood quickly onto her face, but she just smiled as he sank to his knees before her.

Like a begging man

Gunshots went off quickly, my snipers aiming and firing at the men holding me and the three others that stood around.

Serina shrank with Satan to her knees with a smile as she pulled out the dagger, only the shove it back inside his stomach.

She looked wild, angry and tempered. As all the men around us fell and died, bleeding on the floor.

Serina pulled him into her, and she whispered something into his ear and she kept plunging the knife into him.

She let his lifeless body fall onto the concrete and he looked at her as she took that knife and pushed it between his ribs.

Her hair was going everywhere and her jaw was chattering and tear strung her face as she screamed "I hate you." Over and over.

He was long dead, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.

He was Dead.

He laid on the ground under her , eyes staring wide as his blood became a river beside him.

Marco coughed as he rolled onto his side, pushing up to sit on his ass. He was watching her, and he closed his eyes.

I let out a puff of air as I spit out blood, wiping it away from my chin. "Serina." I called out as I pushed from the ground and onto my feet.

She didn't answer and by now she was sobbing, she was crying but had a smile on her face as she just kept stabbing and stabbing—

"Hey." I said, and before I knew it I was at her side and I was pulling her to a stand. Her knife clattered to the ground as I held her back to my front. She was fighting me, with tear in her eyes.

"He's dead. Baby he's dead." I said to her in a whisper. "He's dead."

And In an instant she stilled, and her legs shook a bit as we looked upon him. I spun her around, and pulled her into my chest.

And She cried.

"I—I need to make sure, I have to..." she said as she tried to push away.

"look at me." I said, and she did.

"That piece of shit is dead." I growled, as her eyes unclouded and she blinked up at me, and her murderour eyes meeting mine they shift and morph into worry and fear.

"Lover." She called out as she gripped onto me harder. Her small bloody yet delicate hands moving to hold my face, and blood poured from my nose and mouth.

I shook my head, And closed my eyes at her touch.

"Your face—you're hurt." She said, as she swiped her hand across my cheekbones.

"Fuck!" Marco growled, as he held his stomach and forced himself to stand.

"Remind me..." he started breathlessly "not to challenge you to a knife fight." He mocked, earning him a smug look from Serina.

Their eyes igniting, and the wounds inside their hearts that cut the threads of their relationship—some of them retethered.

"Not now." I said in warning. And he nodded as he turned his gaze to Satan as his guts that was torn and hanging.

"No it's ok. I'm okay now." She breathed as he planted her forehead against my chest. "I just—"

"I know." I said. Because I knew she had no idea how she would explain the way she needed to do it. But she did.

"Don't explain yourself demon, he deserves everything you gave him. And more." I growled, and she nodded as she looked back at him.

God and when she turned I could already see the finger print bruises on her arm from how he grabbed her.

"I thought—" I said, as I replayed the way Satan's hands were on her body, and how hungrily he kissed her lips. "I thought he was going to touch you." I sighed, and I felt my body stiffen like a stone.

Yet as I stood against her, I couldn't help but want to just collapse into her body. I wanted to hold her, kiss her and replace my touch everywhere Satan's hands had been.

"I know." She swallowed as she turned to me again. "But I saw the snipers, It's okay. I knew what I was doing. Lorenzo, it's okay." She whispered, as she moved to hold me up despite her own wobblyness. Her hand placed on my upper chest, as I stare down into her eyes.

She risked her sanity to save me.

Serina locked her eyes onto mine, as I move my hand up to brush the new bloody cut on her lip. Her face moving into my palm, eyes wide and breath staggered.

"Kiss me." She whispered, "I don't want the last person I have kissed to be Satan, so please—"

I smashed my lips down upon hers, and her hands came and looped up into my hair and around my neck. She moaned slighting into me, as I ran my hand up her thigh, and gripped her skin with lust filled desperation.

Backup quickly came bursting through the door, men running to all of us to help. Marco was helped stabilize, and a man grabbed my left shoulder to help Serina support me.

"What are you doing to do with his body?" She whispered, her voice angered.

"Whatever you think he deserves." I told her.

I Promise you, Satan is dead. Fucking finally.

I have never written a character that I have hated so much, like I despise him and am glad Serina killed his shit.

I hope you enjoyed, and I'll have another chapter up soon, it's going to be a little...spicy ;) *winks suspiciously*

Bye for now lovers

Xoxo— AbigalKnightly