Lucifer

Chapter 1

"I've just realised who that is!" Amy stated as she approached me with an empty plate in her hand. "That's Lucien Salvatore. He's so rich. He owns so many properties; clubs, hotels, apartments you name it. I wonder what he's doing here..." I shrugged and proceeded to make the coffee. 

I approached the table with the warm beverage and their conversation came to a halt. I noticed green eyes, or as Amy pointed out Lucien Salvatore, had his right hand in the inside of his blazer like he was taking something out of the inside pocket. "Here's your coffee, sir." I quickly said and walked away before any one at the table could say anything.

The bell above the door chimed to announce Jasmine's entrance. Jasmine was my best friend. We went to high school together and remained best friends despite going to different colleges. Jasmine was absolutely gorgeous with her chocolate coloured complexion, her almond shaped dark eyes and wavy dark hair. She had the body of a model. She was not only beautiful but also very intelligent. She was always top of the class in high school and now she was majoring in Law at a prestigious university. "Amara, guess what!" Jasmine squealed as she sat on the stool by the counter. Before I could say anything she interrupted me. "I got into McCall's internship programme!"

My eyes widened and I smiled, "oh my god. That's amazing. Congratulations. See I knew you could do it!" I gave her a tight hug.

"I couldn't have done it without you," she said as she pulled away, "if you hadn't pushed me to join I wouldn't have got in. Thanks."

"Well if you won't believe in yourself someone has to."

She chuckled, "we need to go shopping soon. I need to get some 'smart' clothes for the internship." I nodded. She then gasped, "guess what happened in class today..."

Lucien's p.o.v

"Six months is long enough." Dorian said. "You took our stash and guaranteed us the money. Now the stash is gone and you still don't have the money."

"I-I know," Phill, the pathetic man before me , said, "t-there was a- a misunderstanding. I-I-"

"The only reason there isn't a bullet in between your eyes is because that waitress came over before I could take my gun out." I said in a calm and cool voice. I knew it scared him. I heard soft laughter fill the air, it tangled itself within the delicious aroma of food. The laughter came from her. Amara.

I glanced over at her and took note of her appearance. Her long dark brown wavy hair cascaded past her breasts, her hazel eyes were wide as she looked at the girl sat on the counter and she had a slim- petite frame she stood at probably five- foot- four or five. Something about her doll eyed look intrigued me.

"What do you think?" Kendrick asked me. I looked at him and caught a glance of his questioning brown eyes.

"What?" I asked.

Dorian frowned at me and Kendrick added, "he wants another three months."

I leaned over the table and looked Phill in the eye. "I'm not a patient man Phillip. I've waited six months but I'm feeling kind of generous today... you get three weeks. Now leave."

"But-" he started.

"Leave before the bullet in my gun finds its way in your head." He nodded and ran out of the diner.

Dorian and Kendrick began discussing something as I watched Amara. The way she moved behind the counter in her little uniform. The way she laughed along with her friend. The way her nose slightly scrunched as she smiled and laughed. Kendrick leaned his head against the seat and let out a big sigh which snapped me out of my trance, "so you're still going to buy this place?" He asked me.

"Yes. It'll be the perfect club location. A great cover." I answered and he nodded. His phone rang, he excused himself and left to answer it.

"You seem distracted, mate." Dorian told me. He smirked, "I think it has something to do with a certain brunette waitress. I don't blame you. She's hot." I found myself glaring at him and he chuckled. Dorian was a close friend and he was the only one that didn't seem to be afraid of me. "Relax. I can find out more about her. What did she say her name was again?"

I watched as she greeted the elderly couple that has just walked in through the door. She embraced the lady and the man in the wheelchair. She then pushed the wheelchair closer to the counter where she was previously having a conversation. A blonde man then followed suit, he had a large grin on his face and Amara gasped when she saw him, they shared a laughter when she jumped into his arms and he spun her around swiftly before placing her down. Who is that? I said nothing for a minute before I answered, "Amara." Her name rolled off my tongue perfectly.

"Amara. Nice name."

"We need to go. We still have James in the basement." He nodded and I left the cash and a generous tip as we got up to leave. Before I left through the door, I managed to catch one last look at her. She glanced up at me her hazel eyes met my own before she looked away. I will see you again, Amara.