𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟘 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙

"Do you remember playing this game, Marco?" Rose said, playing with the Revolver that hung on her finger. Rose knew she would play this sick game willingly, but it's what had to be done. One bullet was in the chamber of the gun she had closed her eyes and spun it. 

"Russian Roulet," Rose said tauntingly, getting closer to the beaten man tied to a chair. Marco kept moving, trying to get out of the restraints, hoping he could escape the horror that awaits him. He had done this several times with Rose when she was just a young girl. Accept every time they would play, Marco would never put a bullet in the chamber. Marco just liked to see the terror in her eyes every time he pulled the trigger.

"Don't run now. I'm just getting started," Rose said, sending him a wicked grin. Rose waltzed over to the door of the room and turning the rusted lock. She was ensuring there would be no interruptions. She knew who was watching on the other side of the double-sided glass. 

"Do you want to go first?" Rose asked, pulling a chair from the corner and sitting in front of him. "Or should I?" 

Two Day's Earlier

"Come on, Rose. We don't have all day!" Gino yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Today was the day they are going back to Georgia. Rose was finishing packing all of her clothes in a backpack since it would be a short trip. She stood from her kneeling position on her closet floor and went to the corner of her closet.

Moving the hangers away, she bent down and picked up the torn bag she brought all her stuff in when she first arrived. Rose opened the bag and what stared back at her made reality come crashing back down. Rose was going to kill. She knew that guilt wasn't something she had to worry about, but the fact she's going this far. That the people who haunt her nightmares will now be burned to the ground with flames, she set.

It was an old revolver. You would think that kids would have a childhood keepsake such as a stuffed animal or small toy. But not Rose. For as long as she could remember, she had been taking this everywhere. When all her memory's started flooding back, she had realized what it was actually from.

Taking the gun, she set it in the suitcase, knowing damn well that there wasn't going to be airport security since her family was loaded and had a private jet. Rose walked down the stairs seeing everyone by the door except for Naomi. Looking over everyone, her eyes finally landed on Lucifer. 

The fallen angel looked very handsome. Rose was caught in a trance. Lucifer was wearing grey slacks and a black t-shirt. Tattoo's littered his arms forming a sinful art. Now Rose was acting like the bitches in heat she hated so much. But fucking hell, what was she supposed to do. The handsome asshole was ruining her rep. 

Lucifer did some staring of his own also. Rose walked down the stairs with a backpack looking not so thrilled about the adventure ahead. She was wearing grey sweatpants, with a tiny white crop top that had Lucifer's hands itching to cover her up. But he kept his resolve, deciding that being an over-possessive prick will get him nowhere with Rose. 

Lucifer rolled his eyes before opening the front door and stepping out for fresh air. Rose saw this and decided she could use some fresh air as well and walked out after him. Once she was outside, Rose knew she had made a mistake. The air wasn't fucking fresh. It was tense as hell, and dangerous thoughts clouded her brain. Rose stood behind him, leaning on the wall, while Lucifer looked aimlessly for anything that could distract him.

"Fucking hell, Rose, I can't do this right now!" Lucifer whisper shouted at her. Rose thought, what can't he do?

"What do you mean?" Rose said, actually confused. She hadn't even fucking said anything. Did I breathe the wrong way to aggravate this sensitive ass?

"You being around me it's going to be the death of me. Almost, quite literally," Lucifer said, running his hand down his face. The amount of sleep he has been getting is atrocious because this little vixen plagued his thoughts.

"Last time I checked, I didn't fucking do anything," Rose said with an attitude. She raised her eyebrow at Lucifer even though she knew he wasn't looking, but she hoped he could feel her stare. In a quick risky decision, Lucifer turned towards Rose, who was behind him. He took large threatening steps towards her while Rose quickly straightened out from her relaxed position.

"You fucking tease me to no end," He said after he was finally chest to chest with Rose. He could feel her breath quicken and saw the goosebumps that raised on both of their bare arms, and not from the harsh wind. 

"I don't know what you are talking about," Rose said bravely, rolling her eyes. Even though she knew that her heart was beating a million times a minute, she pushed on Lucifer's chest in an attempt to create distance. However, he didn't budge. Something about the both of them being near each other made them lose all common sense. Lucifer grabbed her wrists and pulled her impossibly closer, and backed her against the wall. 

Rose diverted her eyes from his blue eyes that were taunting her to do something she knew would fuck everything up this weekend. Lucifer didn't like that and let go of her wrist, pulling her chin to look up. But Rose still kept her eyes anywhere but on him. 

"Fucking look at me," Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He was feeling unimportant without her undived attention. Could something be possible more important than him standing in front of her? Rose brought her eyes to his face memorizing every small detail before they finally landed on his eyes. 

"Put a fucking jacket on or go change. I don't want anyone looking at what's mine. You got that," Lucifer said, finally speaking his mind. He would be damned if someone looked at her like a fucking piece of meat except for him. 

"Who are you to tell me what to do," Rose came back with a snarky comment. She avoided the part where Lucifer basically staked a claim on her as if she was a fucking object. Lucifer let out a light laugh before all humor left his body. His hand on her chin traveled further down towards her neck, and he wrapped his fingers around her throat. 

"Go back inside and get a fucking jacket. Now," Lucifer said, leaving room for no argument. Rose reluctantly gave in after he stepped away and looked at her expectedly. She went upstairs, grabbed a hoodie, and they were on their way. The flight didn't last long because most of them went to sleep.

Once they landed, they were escorted into similar SUV's and drove to the house that apparently Darlo has in every state. He thought it was necessary, but Rose thought that it was outrageous. Rose and Lucifer have both been trying to keep their distance because of the events that occurred earlier. 

The tension could be cut with a fucking knife and served on a plate-like desert. It was that bad. Other than that, there was rising anxiousness with everyone because Rose hadn't told anyone the plan yet. She knew what she was going to do would be dangerous and outright stupid depending on how you look at it, but it was going to be done.

All of them went to bed not knowing the storm that lied ahead.