Lucifer's POV
The moment I finished dressing, I took one last look at myself in the mirror... I smiled when I saw myself looking perfect, cold, deadly and ready.
The black leather hugged my body like a second skin. The fitted jacket concealed more than it revealed, hiding everything I needed hidden especially my boobs. My braid sat tight against my head. No loose strands and no distractions.
There was no hint of Sabrina, just Lucifer.
I stared at my reflection for another second, wondering how most people enjoyed dressing up for occasions. While I enjoyed dressing up for war.
Sure, today was supposed to be a simple delivery but simple deliveries got people killed.
In this business, the second you started believing something was routine was the second somebody put a bullet in your skull.
Anything could happen at any fucking time.
My burner phone started ringing. I didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was.
Red, again.
