City of Sin
Corruption III
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***CoS***
"Are you… drunk!?" Of all the things Chloe Decker figured she would see in her life, Charlotte Richards showing up at her apartment, leaning on the doorframe and smelling like alcohol was definitely not one of them.
"Nooooo" the woman slurred, "no no no no no… okay yesssss."
The younger woman rolled her eyes. Sure, she was used to 'babysitting' some adults, but it usually ended at work. Still, despite how much she used to hate the woman she wasn't going to let her wander around the city inebriated. "Charlotte, do you want to come inside?"
Instead of giving a verbal answer the lawyer stumbled forward, prevented from faceplanting only by the owner catching her mid-fall and guiding her over to the couch. "You're soooo nice Chloe" the woman gushed, "Sooo nice, soooo pretty, soooo nice."
Ensuring the woman wouldn't fall over, or at least would end up on cushions if she did, the detective made her way into the kitchen to make tea and grab the woman a water bottle. It was difficult enough to deal with someone so intoxicated they couldn't stand up straight and she certainly didn't want to deal with a whiny hungover adult the next morning.
As the kettle began to heat, she returned and swapped the bottle in the woman's hand with the plastic one in her own, "Trade you." It seemed to work, and Charlotte began drinking from that instead. Just as she turned to discard the, mostly empty, container a hand snapped out and grabbed ahold of her wrist.
Turning, she noticed the seated individual staring up at her for a moment, almost painfully sober eyes locking with her own.
"Charlotte? What's wrong?"
There was a tug at her wrist, and she stepped forward into the woman's personal space, confused as to what she wanted, although silently promising to smack her into next week if she puked. Instead, the water bottle set aside, and her arm released as two older, but surprisingly nimble, hands reached forward and began to pull down her sweatpants.
"Charlotte!?" The detective exclaimed, smacking the hands away as she practically jumped backwards. The action had the effect of causing the equivalent of an emotional breakdown from the lawyer, who began sobbing into her hands.
"I… I can't do anything right!" Was it the alcohol talking or something else? Chloe wasn't sure but was certainly not going to close the distance between them until she figured out. "I fail at being a lawyer, fail, at being a girlfriend, fail, at being a person, and now I fail at being your toy!"
Chloe was gaping now. Sure, she had previously hoped that the seemingly perfect woman had self-esteem issues, but that was back when she was bitter about the divorce and affair. She was a different person now, and the previous hatreds had begun to fizzle out into more of an angry rivalry than anything else.
Moving to sit next to the woman, her voice dropped to a soothing whisper, "Hey, hey Charlotte you aren't a failure. You are one of the best pain-in-my-ass lawyers I have ever had to deal with." She noted with a sarcastic smirk, earning a huffed laugh from the other woman, "And all I hear about is how beautiful you are at work, how successful you are. Sure, you need to work on choosing sides a little bit better but that is something we can help you with."
"You…" the woman hiccupped a bit from both the alcohol and the sobbing aftermath, "you really mean that?"
"I do. You are under a lot of stress lately that's all."
The other blonde nodded, "You are so nice Chloe…" she muttered out, "so nice and young and beautiful…" The lawyer promptly fell forward, and directly onto the other woman, who let out a sigh even as the tea kettle began to whistle nearby.
***CoS***
"Long day?"
Ella snorted into her cocktail, "Long month. It's just been one catastrophe after another lately, the only thing that has been keeping me going is well…"
Eve nodded, "Chloe". It wasn't a guess, more like a statement. She had seen what the blonde inspired in others, especially those closest to her. It wasn't hard to understand why Lucifer had chosen her to be the future Queen of Hell. Now all she had to do was officially accept the position.
The forensic tech let out a deep, stressful, breath. "Yeah, pretty sure I would've been sunk without her to lean on."
"And if you find someone else?" The other woman questioned, "What happens if you find someone you want to date or marry? Would you turn to them instead?"
She had considered it before, and the thought always churned her stomach, which was why she had actively avoided thinking about it. It was pretty clear her friend would end up with Lucifer, and that neither had any issues about sharing her and including her in their tree-branch-of-relationships, but what about her own life? What if she found an amazing guy, or girl, and they didn't like the idea, wanted monogamy? The answer practically smacked her in the face, "Chloe is a part of my life, and always will be. If I found someone who couldn't accept that part, then they wouldn't be right for me. Just if they wanted me to move to some other country."
Eve stared at her, through her, as if looking deep into her soul to find some sort of hidden truth. The tech stared right back, just as confidently, perhaps more than she ever had felt in her life.
Then the tension broke, and the woman smiled. "Have you ever had a threesome?"
She practically spilled her drink and gaped at the question that had come from someone who looked so innocent. "Wh-what!?"
"A threesome, would you be interested in having one? Lucifer has been rather busy lately and I'm sure he would enjoy it. If you are worried about Chloe being upset, I'm sure she won't be, and we can have one with her later."
Ella had heard of 'not wasting any time' but this girl was ridiculous! Still, after she took a moment to consider the idea it did sound nice. The alcohol really wasn't helping as much as she had hoped, and aside from the guilt afterwards, the night with Lucifer had been amazing. Now that Chloe had essentially given her a pass, what was the harm?
***CoS***
Light began seeping in through the curtains, earning a groan from the woman lying in bed. "Why is the sun so damn bright…" she grumbled, already feeling a headache emerging from various choices she had made the previous night. "No more Vodka…" was muttered into the room as she pulled a blanket up over her head to try and buy a little more time.
It almost worked, until the headache became just a little too bad, and the smell from the other room just a little too good.
With a grumble, the blonde crawled forward, only to fall haphazardly off the mattress and onto the floor with a thud, earning herself even further pains and grumbles. Eventually, she managed to pull herself up, mostly, onto her feet and stumble towards the nearby door.
Upon pushing it open she found the source of the wonderful aroma. Someone was cooking breakfast and it smelled amazing.
There was a small table nearby, and two chairs that were empty. The blonde continued towards them when the individual cooking nearby turned towards her with the quirk of an eyebrow.
"Glad to see you are up Charlotte, maybe put on some clothes first?"
The lawyer paused, blinking as she attempted to will away the headache, dizziness, and confusion that still clouded her mind. Then she noticed that the chef was correct, and the air was now very obviously on bare skin across her body.
She should probably feel embarrassed, probably hide or run back into the woman's bedroom to find something to cover her shame with. Instead, she grumbled in response before plopping down into the chair. It didn't really matter much, considering Chloe owned her. There was a good chance the other woman would be seeing her naked at some point in the future anyway so why worry about it.
"Food…" the visitor grunted, before leaning forward and dropping her head onto the table, earning a sigh from the younger woman.
"Good morning to you too. Considering I haven't used the blender yet this morning I think I deserve a bit more than just another demand."
A combination of bodily noises answered her, and Chloe rolled her eyes before returning to the skillet in front of her. Really, if this were the type of relationship that she was going to have with the older woman she would just tell her to follow someone else around. She certainly didn't need to be caring for an adult child who came home drunk each night.
Checking the food once more, and seeing it was done, the detective made her way back over to the table and slid several pancakes onto the woman's plate. "Eat." She ordered, before starting on her own meal.
Minutes later and Charlotte managed to recover enough to begin a normal conversation, "Where did my clothes go?"
"Full sentence already? I'm proud of you Charlotte." Chloe teased, earning a half-hearted glare even as the woman managed to cram another bite of pancake into her mouth. "To answer you, the laundry. I didn't have much of a choice after you puked all over yourself."
The groan from across the table was half embarrassment, half hangover, and the apartment owner decided she rather enjoyed the sound.
"Did we…"
Though the older woman trailed off, the younger seemed to get the gist of what she was asking. "No, we didn't have sex or makeout or anything like that. I'm not a fan of people who completely reek of alcohol or are so drunk they can't walk straight."
With the last bits of food finished up, and the orange juice gulped down faster than Chloe thought possible, her guest seemed sated at least for the time being. And staggered up from the table, back into the bedroom, and under the covers to continue sleeping off the results of her previous night of binge drinking.
***CoS***
The Devil's thoughts strayed back to several nights ago, when Chloe had been at Lux and had brought him the two college girls. It was a good sign, for her to be indulging in the more sinful aspects of human life.
He had hoped the blonde would join in as well, partially because the two were mediocre at best, and partly because he enjoyed sex with the woman far more than anyone else, he had been with.
His other disappointment had been the reaction of the man who had approached her during her own physical indulgence.
A sigh escaped his lips as his fingers clenched involuntarily, earning a slight moan from one of the two women currently kneeled before him.
Chloe had considered indulging in the faceless man, and he had been more than happy to allow her to do so, perhaps even a bit excited by it. After all, if she could enjoy the pleasures of women why not of other men?
One of Chloe's future handmaidens, Ella as he recalled from the last time that he had fucked her, choked a bit on his length, with Eve gently holding her head down, whispering encouraging words as she did so.
Eventually the woman needed air and pulled back with a gasp before using her tongue up and down him. Oh yes, that was a nice feeling, perhaps he could talk his future queen into doing some mutual oral next time?
"How is Chloe with her tongue?" He questioned to the, relatively, quiet room. Eve always enjoyed being compared to others, and as memory served the other woman loved being degraded when compared to the blonde as well.
"A-amazing." She whimpered out, "So kind and giving, so gentle and forceful."
He hummed, closing his eyes as he imagined it was someone else at his feet. "You are going to be a good pet for her hm? Stay by her side no matter what?" Nodding answered him. "You'll be her little slut, won't you? You, Beatrice, Eve here, Mazikeen… perhaps a few others. You belong to her."
Now it was a whimper mixed with a moan of lust that greeted his ears. The first woman merely giggled.
Good, everything was setting up nicely. Once their loyalty was beyond question it would further strengthen Chloe's resolve and acceptance. Then they would go after his dear brother and the pathetic whiney little bastard Cain.
Perhaps he should give his future bride her ex-husband's head on a plate.
Gripping the mortal woman's head thrust into her mouth, catching her by surprise and forcing her to deepthroat him as he came, earning further choking as he filled her with his essence.
***CoS***
When Charlotte awoke next it was to voices in the next room over. They weren't loud, but her body was recovered enough that her senses had returned to normal levels, perhaps even a little more sensitive than usual.
From the cocoon of blankets that she had formed, not because they smelled like Chloe who smelled amazing or anything and she would punch anyone who even suggested such a thing, the lawyer cold just make out the digital alarm clock reading a bit after one in the afternoon. She needed to get up, needed to bathe, needed to get something to eat, and needed to just get her life together.
First things first though, a shower.
She could finally stand up straight and creaked the door open to try and locate the bathroom. Luckily, it was right across from where she was, unluckily she was not as quiet as she originally thought.
"Not wasting any time huh? I mean I would have picked someone else to sleep over but to each their own."
Charlotte vaguely recognized the voice, but when she saw the speaker, her blood truly froze in her veins. It was the dark-skinned woman from when Lucifer had been in her office, the one who looked torn between ripping her throat out and finger-fucking her into next week.
Luckily, Chloe was next to the woman, and merely rolled her eyes, "I didn't exactly choose her Maze, she showed up stumbling over her own feet. If I hadn't let her in who knows where she would have ended up."
That statement earned a wince from the older blonde. She knew it had been rough getting here last night, but the fact that someone whose marriage she had broken up took her in rather than slamming the door in her face spoke of her integrity.
Mazikeen, on the other hand, merely shook her head. "I'll never understand people… so, are we going shopping today or what?"
"Oh, uh well I'd like to Maze but I can't exactly…"
Charlotte interrupted before the younger woman could cancel any plans because of her presence, "I'll be out of here as soon as soon as I can, I just need to get my clothes and maybe shower really quick?"
The other two stared at her for a moment, before the fierce looking woman snorted, "Let's just take her with us. I'm in the mood for some toy shopping and who better to test them out on and slut-face over here."
Both blondes were now staring at her in shock, although probably a bit less for the apartment's resident. "Maze we can't…"
"Get out here." The demoness had addressed the 'guest' who muttered something in response about not having anything on. "Yeah, we know that's sort of the point. If you're going to take advantage of someone's hospitality, then you might as well give them a show in return."
Before Chloe could protest her eyes widened in surprise as Charlotte did as she was told, timidly perhaps, but stepped out from behind the cover of the doorway, nonetheless.
"Well? Spin around and give us the whole view." It was slow, and lacking in any grace or sexiness, but the lawyer complied. "Oh, she's perfect my Queen. I bet she's already getting aroused at being ordered around like a dog."
"I-I am not!" Charlotte spoke up, although her voice was far meeker than she would have preferred it.
"Charlotte," The woman froze in place at the tone, "Go take your shower and get ready. We are going out shopping and you are coming with us." The older woman quickly nodded before practically bolting into the bathroom.
Maze, on the other hand, merely leaned back with approval in her eyes directed towards Chloe. "Damn, bout time you started laying down the law. So, we gonna buy some sex toys to use on her or what?"
***CoS***
It had been a fun day for the blonde. After going out with Mazikeen and Charlotte in the morning they had done some clothing shopping, followed by hitting up a sex shop due to the demoness' begging. There they had picked out some lingerie and a few toys for another time.
After lunch, the older blonde had begged off any further interaction, citing her need to work on Ella, and her own, cases.
Maze had hung around for a bit longer until she received a call from her childhood friend, asking if she wanted to spend the rest of the day together. Chloe had invited the former resident of Hell to tag along, but she had an assignment for the evening, promising to hang out another time, and likely have a threesome.
An hour later and Beatrice had finally arrived.
The two spent the remainder of the afternoon together until it neared time for dinner, and they headed back to her apartment. It was then that the mood was ruined by a ringtone from the dancer's phone.
"Hello?" she answered, quickly nodding to herself as she listened to the person on the other line. "Yeah, that sounds fine. I'll meet you there." She ended the call, and turned to see a perplexed, and slightly annoyed, Chloe.
"What's going on?" she bit out, perhaps a bit too harshly but in her defense her friend had promised to spend the entire day, and have dinner, with her. Now it sounded like she was canceling plans again.
The other woman seemed to realize her mistake and flushed slightly in embarrassment, "I uh, well this guy just called and uhm… I sort of have a date tonight?"
Her arms crossed almost involuntarily, "What happened to spending the rest of the day together?" Trixie shifted a bit in place, but her friend wasn't putting up with it anymore. "And furthermore, what about being careful about who you dated? This is your fourth or fifth date right, so what's their name?"
It was a shy whisper that answered her, "This is someone different than the other night…"
Chloe's 'detective mode' was on full force now. She had warned her friend about doing this, that someone seemed to be going after those associated with her. Why couldn't the woman just take a little bit more care of herself? "Where did you meet?"
More hesitation, and this time the dancer looked away, "Dating app."
"Beatrice." The blonde groaned.
"Oh come on Chloe it's not that big of a deal I just…" as Trixie began her explanation, or list of excuses as the detective saw it, something seemed to change for the blonde. She was tired and irritated. Tired of trying to protect everyone, tired of having to clean up messes, of being the friend people could drop their baggage on and expect sympathy from.
Something inside snapped, "Beatrice," she practically growled, earning a quick silence from her friend, "shut up." With that she stepped forward, pushing her friend back against the wall as she shoved their mouths together.
It wasn't what she imagined her first kiss would be like, at least that she initiated, with her best friend, not that she had spent a lot of time imagining such a thing to begin with. It was aggressive and forceful. She pushed her tongue into the other's mouth the second she felt, and heard, a gasp and dominated the opposing muscle.
Her friend tasted like strawberries, and an errant thought crossed her mind about if that flavor applied to anywhere else on her body. Deciding to test this the blonde withdrew, but before the other could recover enough to speak, she tilted her head and dragged her tongue up the exposed throat.
'Not strawberry' Chloe determined, before taking another taste to really clarify. It was fruity though, and sweet. A mixture of something perhaps?
The thought of someone else enjoying this lit an angry fire in the detective's gut just as Trixie found her voice. "Ch-Chloe what…"
Her hand snapped forward and covered the pinned woman's mouth, anger evident in her eyes, "I said, stop. Talking. I am so fucking sick of hearing about these losers you go out on dates with. I'm fucking sick of you canceling plans and putting anyone else first, so from now on Trixie, you are mine."
If there was an attempt at breaking free or protesting it was light enough to be ignored.
The blonde's free hand grabbed at the nearest, clothed, breast and squeezed, earning a muffled moan from the owner. "These? These are mine now." As if to emphasize this fact she pulled down on the front of the woman's shirt, tearing the buttons off and doing the same with the bra underneath, exposing her friend's erect nipples to the open air.
Before she even realized what she was doing Chloe had one in her mouth, licking, sucking and teasing in such a way as it had the body currently stuck between her and the wall trembling in such a way that it would have collapsed, had she not pushed her knee forward between the woman's legs, keeping her upright.
"Your tits are mine now, your ass is mine, your fucking cunt is mine. Do you understand me Beatrice? Your body is fucking mine. That means no one else gets to touch, no one else gets to enjoy it, no one else gets to fucking see it unless I fucking say they can. No more stripping, no more going out and fucking random guys or women who whoever you are dating. I own you."
Chloe was high, drunk on the power and dominance surging through her veins. Her hand snapped down, and easily pushed into the pants covering her friend's lower half. Without so much as a moment's hesitation she was under the panties as well, tracing the lips contained within.
A whimper came from the, still covered, mouth. "What was that? Did you want to say something slut?"
There was a slight nod, and her hand moved briefly, allowing for a desperate "Please" to emerge from the dancer's lips.
"Say it" the blonde growled, leaving no room for interpretation as her fingers pressed just a bit harder on the, soaked, opening. "Fucking say it Beatrice!"
"Yes, you own me!"
Two fingers delved into the warm, practically flooded, sex of her friend, causing her eyes to roll back into her head, her hips to roll forward, and jaw to drop open in a deep moan.
Trixie was beautiful, her pleasure was beautiful, her submission was beautiful, and it was beautiful that it was finally because of her, that this beautiful creature was finally responding to what she was doing, not anyone else.
"I bet they don't fucking do this, do they? All those faceless losers?" Her fingers curled, earning another groan of pleasure from her 'victim'. "No, they are too concerned with themselves, aren't they? You sucking their cocks, getting on your hands and knees and letting them fuck you from behind. Has any of them ever made you cum? Has any bothered finger fucking you like this? Eating you out? Have you ever screamed any of their names in bed? Do you even remember any of their fucking names!?"
She was up to four fingers now, practically hate fucking the girl due to the intensity that she was using her body.
It was her name that fell from the busty woman's lips, starting off as a whimper and increasing until she was pleading it over and over again.
But Chloe wasn't going to let her go that easily, she wanted the lesson to sink in, wanted her friend to understand just how much she meant to her.
She wanted more.
Tilting the head back, before capturing it in her fingers, she moved her own lips back up.
"Beg"
For a moment, the blonde wasn't even sure who had said it. Did she have such a commanding voice? Was she that controlling and powerful?
"P-please Chloe please."
"So, you're mine then?"
A quick nod.
"And you are going to stay mine?"
Another nod.
"Then cum for me Beatrice."
The body she was still pressing up against the wall, still holding aloft with nothing but her knee and a hand finger deep into a convulsing pussy, shook with the force of an earthquake as she let out a scream and went boneless, panting even as the fingers were slowly removed.
Trixie's eyes barely managed to open in time to catch the sight of those deliciously long fingers, still soaked in her cum, enter her best friend's mouth one at a time, before being sucked clean like a spoon covered in cake frosting.
"Delicious"
***CoS***
The next time that her name fell from Beatrice's lips it served as a splash of cold water upon her mind. She looked at the situation from afar, as if no longer in her body, and was terrified at what had happened, at what she had done.
There had been no consent, at least not at first. She had taken from her best friend without so much as a warning beforehand, and then degraded her. Chloe had called the beautiful woman names, had implied behavior completely inappropriate, and had likely even hurt her.
Slowly, she shifted from where she held the dancer up, until her friend was being supported by her shoulders and arms rather than her legs, and gently made her way over to the couch where she could be laid down and the damage assessed.
A thought had crossed the detective's mind about using her bed, but the implications were things she didn't want to think about, or force, onto her guest.
When Trixie went practically boneless onto the cushions her heart sunk even further into her chest. "Can… can I get you anything? Water, something to eat, pain killers? Are you sore? Do you need…"
A hand grabbed her wrist and brought it in closer, allowing the Trixie to practically snuggle into it, her eyes long since closed in exhaustion. "Just stay" she mumbled out, tired but clearly awake.
"Beatrice I am… so so sorry. I shouldn't have…" She couldn't think of what to say next, this wasn't a 'oops I misread the situation and kissed you when I shouldn't have' or 'I was roughhousing a bit too hard and didn't mean to bruise you.' "Those things I said… I didn't mean them. You are beautiful, and your relationships are your business, not mine or anyone else's. You are so wonderful and perfect, and you deserve to be free and happy, never as someone's property or…"
"I loved it," a faint whisper interrupted, silencing everything else in the room, along with dropping the blonde's jaw. "What you did, what you said… It made me feel beautiful, desired, wanted. It made me feel like… like I was important and meant something. Like I would eventually be someone important, like everything would be okay."
The truth hit Chloe like another gunshot to the chest, she wasn't the only one suffering, wasn't the only one confused or feeling hopeless.
Her best friends were as well.
"Beatrice, I promise you, everything is going to be okay."
There was a slight nod, before her small voice continued, "I was scared, that you were going to move on and forget about me. I didn't want to get attached, didn't want to…" she trailed off, but the implications were there, just unspoken.
"Never, Beatrice I am never going to forget about you, never going to move on or abandon you. What I said… I meant parts of it. I don't like you stripping or going out with these random people. I want you to be safe, to be loved."
Another moment of silence, perhaps for both of them to think about what had transpired, passed before Trixie sat up and looked over at her. "I don't want to pretend this didn't happen, I want to be this way with you, to stay with you. Could we… cuddle?"
It was said so shyly, so adorably, that the blonde just wanted to wrap her up in blankets and keep her safe. Instead, she quickly nodded with a tiny laugh, "Yeah, of course."
A faint blush appeared on the woman's face, "Maybe… naked?" The single word sent another jolt of electricity through the kneeling woman's body, and she licked her lips as she took in Beatrice's outfit. Her shirt was still open, buttons torn off, thus exposing a good amount of cleavage, while her pants were messy and clearly soaked in the front.
She wanted the woman again, right here and now on the couch, and then the floor, and then her bed, and then on the kitchen table. But she could wait, the previous fears and concerns had dispersed and so she could wait.
Without another word she reached forward and slid the top off the woman's shoulder's exposing her breasts. Then she went lower, nudging her to lift her hips and thus slide off the last articles covering her body.
Trixie was naked on her couch, looking ready to be ravished once more, but Chloe held back.
"Yours too?" Came another shy whisper, "Jeans aren't really comfortable."
No, they weren't, and that was far more justification than she needed at this point to slide out of her pants and underwear, then strip out of her shirt and bra seconds later.
"You're so beautiful…" Beatrice whispered in awe and the words were enough to fill her mind with all sorts of desires. Instead, she laid down on the opposite end before gesturing with a 'come hither' motion using one finger.
Beatrice did as she was told and was soon cuddled up on top of the blonde, nodding off to sleep a moment later.
They would awaken only once a few hours later by the ringing of Trixie's cell. Blindly reaching for it, Chloe picked it up and heard a masculine voice on the other side, "Trix? Girl where are you…"
"Her name is Trixie, and she is spoken for. Do not call her again." With that the blond hung up and fell back into a peaceful sleep.
***CoS***
Amenadiel watched in disapproval as his 'partner' downed another shot of alcohol without so much as pausing. Cain's behavior had been getting worse as time went on, becoming more erratic and desperate, as if they were on some sort of time limit.
It was ridiculous, as two immortals they had literally all the time in the world, but they might only have one truly good chance, at least in this generation of humans, to get their plan right.
Yet here they were, sifting through tens of thousands of papers. Everything from miscellaneous audit reports to anonymous tips.
It would take an army to sort through it all, and that was one of the things that the angel simply did not have. Instead, he was stuck with the drunken murderer doing what amounted to an endless supply of 'busy work'.
Perhaps even worse, he wasn't sure the other man was even doing his fair share or working at all. For all he could tell the man was too intoxicated to read through and process the information. The dark-skinned man leaned back in his chair, weariness starting to settle in. It wasn't as if he could get tired, not in the traditional sense, but he was simply exhausted of being on Earth, of dealing with Humanity.
"Soon…" he muttered, rubbing at his eyes, "Soon we will have what we need, and I can leave their filth behind." A sudden noise drew his attention to the man sitting opposite him, who had slammed down his glass in a mixture of inebriation and annoyance.
"To Hell with this man, we aren't getting anywhere reading through this shit. Let's just raid the damn place and be done with it!"
He was about to tell the man, once again, about patience and a well thought out plan when a thought occurred to him that perhaps Cain was correct. They weren't finding anywhere in the normal manners, none of the employees were talking, none of his former employees were talking, and the few people that had come forward gave nothing of usable information.
But maybe there was something to find on his brother's property itself? Conduct multiple raids at the same time across all his territory? They might just find what they were looking for.
***CoS***
Trixie was late for their dinner.
There were many things Chloe had grown to tolerate, but this was one of the few that had recently made her list of 'not acceptable'. The dynamic between her and the woman had changed, a few days prior, and it seemed as though her childhood friend was going back on what she had said, on what she had promised.
Not only was she late, but there wasn't a call or a text to go with it, and these things worried the blonde.
She was considering calling Lucifer and asking him to send someone to find her when there was a knock on her apartment door. Upon opening it she saw the woman turned to the side, clearly feeling guilty for what she had done.
"Beatrice," The blonde scolded, earning a slight wince, "we talked about this, you can't just…"
The woman had raised her head, tears already forming as she began to apologize when Chloe's blood froze in her veins.
There was a bruise around the woman's eye, one that the detective had long since learned to recognize as being the result of assault.
"Who"
It was a deathly calm command yet held so much rage that it was almost tangible in the air around them. Beatrice wouldn't have been able to lie even if she tried.
"Y-your ex-husband."
***CoS***
A/N: Not a lot of plot this chapter, I know. But I wanted to end where I did, and I couldn't think of much else to fill the space with other than smut and a bit of character development.
Also, aftercare is very important.