Well it's Saturday and apparently it's easier to up date on Saturdays than Tuesdays. Anybody who reads VIG will understand what I'm saying...well to a point. I've been told I have a habit of babbling and going off topic. It's lead to several interesting conversations. Oh well. Anyway as promised here is chapter two of Conflict of Interests I have to admit I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Now on to the reviews!

Dear alexc1209, Well that's one way to put it. Your review made me laugh and giggle. The way you said it was absolutely hilarious and I was incredibly happy to hear from you! As for your question honestly I'm not sure at the moment about the lemons. As with most fanfic writers I'm still finding my own style of writing and what it is exactly that I'm comfortable writing and sharing with the world. In regards to VIG if I ever was going to write a lemon chapter than it would be down the road a bit. Tyki and Luca have a few more pressing problems at the moment and I want them to be emotionally connected first. Hope that helps. I'm really glad you liked the story so far, and I hope you enjoy this chapter too! Let me know what you think!

Dear Arkytior's Song, It's nice to hear from you over here! I laughed when I opened both your reviews. As always they are filled with joy and excitement that fills me with a burning passion to write. To share my story with you. The fact that you love what I write so much that your reviews come in like that tells me that I must be doing something right. I don't mind the yelling if anything it entertains me and I enjoy every review you take the time to write to me. It's good to know that you loved the summery, I must've rewritten it fourteen times before I was happy with it, and that you are now in love with this story too. As for it only ever being Saturday and Tuesday, I can see how that would appeal to you but that wouldn't work for me. It takes me all week to write these chapters not to mention my regular job but I appreciate your enthusiasm for my writing. I just hope you don't die before I finish these stories! As always read, enjoy, and scream to your little hearts desire. I can't wait to hear about it!

To my other two reviewers, lately I've been getting several strange reviews with grabbed words mixed with numbers. If this is a technical error let me know otherwise I'm going to assume that these are bots. I'd prefer not to remove reviews if they are actually reviews but I don't want it to be filled with bots.

Well with those done please read and review! I hope you Enjoy chapter two of Conflict of Interests: You Did WHAT?!

Tyki tossed the pizza box onto the island and picked Luca up as she started sinking to the floor again. He set her down on the couch gently. She opened her green eyes slowly before immediately closing them again. He knelt down in front of her, cupping her face in his large hands.

"Baby I need you to open your beautiful eyes for me." She did as asked though only slightly.

"Baby?" she raised an eyebrow quizzically. He smirked at her slightly.

"Not working for you?"

She shook her head at his question, "Try again." His deep chuckle bouncing off the dented walls, which would need to be fixed later, for the moment he was far more worried about his wife and her injuries.

"You need to go to the hospital. You've lost a lot of blood. You almost passing out is proof enough." at his words she immediately shook her head.

"No hospital!" he jumped a bit when she yelled at him. Then he sighed.

"Okay, okay! No hospital." Seeing the blood soak through her new shirt he jumped up and ran back into the bathroom. She watched him lazily though it might have been the blood loss rather than lack of effort on her part. Tearing her shirt apart with his bare hands he tended to the wound. He could feel her eyes on him, searing into the top of his head and horns yet chose to ignore her for the moment. He'd start questioning her once he was done. Once the blood was gone and the wound bandaged he put everything back before sitting down next to her. "Would you please tell what just happened and-" he cut himself off when she crawled over to him, curling into his side. Her head resting on his chest, long dark hair cascading over her face and down his suit vest. She mumbled something. "What?" he questioned.

"Tomorrow. I'll explain tomorrow. The booze and the pain has made me really sleepy." He blinked at her a few times.

"What exactly am I supposed to do with his body?" she glanced over at his gesture to where it still lay blood spilled all around shining brightly under the lights.

"Oh. That." she mumbled to herself incoherently for a moment before reaching for the cell phone that lay on the ruins of the coffee table.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I'll get it." he sighed and grabbed the phone. Did his new wife just use her stubbornness as a weapon to plow through every obstacle? He really hoped not, but so far it wasn't looking so good for him. He handed her the phone and she pressed 3 and waited for it to ring. Somebody picked up.

"I need you to come to my apartment and get rid of a body for me. I'm a bit light headed otherwise I'd do it myself. In the living room. I'm gonna sleep it off. I'll contact you in the morning with more information then. Just lock the door on your way out." He raised an eyebrow at her as she hung up and tossed it back only to realize that the coffee table was now in pieces on the floor as their attacker had smashed Tyki into it. She groaned and left it there. As the scene replayed in her head she realized that he must've destroyed the glass pane and then been slammed into the shards. She shot up off him and whirled to face him absolutely oblivious to the pain the sudden movement caused to her own wound.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" Tyki asked jumping up too, his head swiveling around for whatever sign of danger she saw.

Her green eyes unusually doe like as she spoke, "Your back. He shattered the table with you." He cocked his head to the side not making the connection. He was surprised when she reached out, placing her hand on his shoulder and gently turned him away from her. He winced and hissed as she prodded a piece of glass embedded into his skin through his clothes. Grabbing his hand she pulled him softly from the couch and into the bathroom once more. They spent far too much time in this room in his opinion. He sat on the edge of the tub as she cut away his vest and then his dress shirt which was now more red than white. He did his best to hold still and makes as few sibilant sounds as possible while she pulled the glass from his tan skin with tweezers. His tail twitched violently, something he couldn't control, similar to a cat his tail portrayed his thoughts and emotions, as he heard each piece clatter in the sink. His entire back was covered in lacerations, he jumped slightly as she rubbed something cold along his back. The first was wet and soft, probably a wash cloth to clear away the blood he concluded, but the second was thick like cream or maybe a salve. The entire affair had been silent neither really knowing what to say. Both had acted on instinct. What they had done didn't make sense. He could've been free of her if he had just let her die either at the hands of the assassin or her own bullheadedness yet each time he stepped in. And she could've been rid of him if she had only let the other demon kill him or even just break off his horns she could've finished him off. This thought of course led him back to how she had killed the attacker in the first place. He had gotten the knife out at some point, for a reason he no longer remembered, and it hadn't burned him yet when she brought it down on the towering demon to save his life it had an effect. So how on Earth had the knife gotten blessed? Surely she didn't know how to do that right? It didn't look good for him if she did. He turned as she came back into the room, he hadn't even noticed that she left.

"Is the body already gone?" She nodded answer his question. He had been so deep in thought he hadn't even noticed. She had something in her hand. "What's that?" he nodded at it. She wrung the fabric nervously.

"Your shirt was ruined. Even if I had been able to take it off you without aggravating the wounds there was too much blood. The same goes for your vest. I dug around in my closet and found a shirt that belonged to one of my mentors. He left it here last time he visited. It should fit. The shirt was a soft long sleeve black tee that fit him well enough. It was a bit tighter than he normally liked. "My other mentor preferred dress shirts. It's probably a bit big but I figured you could wear it tomorrow." She stifled a yawn though not very well. "We should probably eat and then go to bed. I don't know about you but I'm dead tired." He nodded.

"Did you lock the door again?" she nodded as she glanced down at her phone. She typed a quick message before putting it away. Tyki was surprised when after dinner she led him back to the bedroom. He was expecting her to tell him to make himself comfortable on the couch (or to just sleep on the couch and that she didn't care if he was comfortable or not), granted that would've been impossible never mind with the wounds he had sustained, but she didn't know him at all as she was drunk when she married him. He pulled her close when she curled up to him, kissing the top of her head lightly. "Sleep well, Butterfly."

"Well that's a little better."

They were both rather rudely awakened in the early hours of the morning. Luca groaned from her place buried in Tyki's chest. She could feel him shifting around though he didn't move much as the pair were intertwined together. She was tucked into his chest, one arm lazily wrapped around his waist the other under his neck as she had been playing with his loose messy curls late during the night. His head rested on top of hers both arms wrapped around her waist holding her close to him, their legs tangled together. She glanced around as best as she could from her position for the obnoxious noise that had woken her up.

"Turn the alarm clock off." Tyki moaned sleepily into her hair. She shook her head at him in response.

"Don't have one. Haven't gotten around to buying a new one." He pulled back a bit to look at her.

"New one?" It was a bit early but he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not really a morning person. So when it went off I kinda ripped it out of the wall and threw it into the other wall. It died a rather painful death. I've just been using my phone because it's too expensive to throw." He snorted as she smiled a bit sheepishly though she was still pretty sleepy.

"Well then turn your phone off." This time she smirked at him.

"It's your phone, Honey." she cooed in a saccharine voice. He pouted at the nickname. It wasn't his first choice. "I don't have that ring tone because I can't stand it."

"It's my ring tone for my brother. That's why it's that one. It's a warning." he huffed and tried to untangle himself from her though it wasn't working very well. "If you want it to stop then you'll have to get off of me."

She whined and snuggled closer, "But I'm so comfy and you're so warm. It will stop ringing eventually, so just leave it." He chuckled, a sound that she was quickly finding that she loved. It was deep, rich, and smooth and somehow managed to remind her of chocolate.

"It's so cute that you think that. If I don't pick up he'll either wait five minutes and call again or keep calling until I pick up." She raised an eyebrow and propped herself up on her elbow, resting her cheek in her palm.

"How old are you again?"

"26." She blinked at him dully.

"Please tell me he's like a little kid or somethin'" He shook his head.

"Sorry to disappoint you but he's 33."

"Now I'm concerned. Does he know? About us?" Tyki shook his head as the phone finally stopped it horrendous blaring.

"I didn't know when you would be back so I just stayed in the apartment and it didn't seem like the conversation to have over the phone." As if on cue the phone once again began to ring causing Luca to groan and drop her head out of her hand and onto his chest. Laughing at her reaction, Tyki gently pushed her off him and onto the pillow before getting up and digging around for his phone. Taking a deep breath to prepare him for the yelling that was about to damage his hearing he answered the phone. He didn't even open his mouth before he heard shrieking.

"TYKI! I HAVE BEEN FREAKING OUT! I COULDN'T FIND YOU AT ALL! NONE OF THE OTHERS HAD SEEN YOU AND I'VE CALLED YOU AND CALLED YOU AND CALLED YOU AND YOU NEVER PICKED UP! DON'T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE?!" Immediately he yanked the phone away from his ear, holding it out at arms length while he waited for the shrill yelling to end. He could see Luca crawl down to the end of the bed where he sat crouched on the floor out of the corner of his eye. Had he not been listening to his older brother having a fit he would've laughed at the expression of horror and concern on her face. "TYKI! ANSWER ME! I WAS SO WORRIED! EVEN YOUR HOBO FRIENDS HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE YOU VANISHED FROM THAT BAR WITH SOME HARLOT!" the older man was still going on but Tyki was now far more concerned with Luca's reaction. His eyes grew wide and he slowly turned to face her, getting ready to flee if necessary to save what was left of his skin. Honestly the man couldn't have picked a worse word to use and just had to shout it at the top of his lungs. Her green eyes narrowing while her brow furrowed. She did NOT appreciate the name as her lips pulled down into a frown.

"Damn it Sheril! Will you shut up for a moment?! You want me to answer you but you don't quit yelling long enough for me to do so!" He could practically hear his older brother pouting on the other side of the line.

"I was worried." Tyki snorted.

"I noticed. It's not like you said it a million times." he answered sarcastically.

"Why do you always have to be like this? Honestly it's all your fault that my dear son is starting to turn into you and just yesterday! My dear wonderful, adorable, sweet little Road talked back to me. This is all your influence. Why can't you behave and be respectable? Is that so hard? I'm seriously upset about this Tyki-baby." The younger man yelped at the nickname and tried to jump back though he only managed to unbalance himself and fall over. He glared over as Luca collapsed into a fit of giggles, laughing until she was gasping for breath and clutching her sides. It was good thing she was already on the bed or she'd be on the floor by now.

"Don't ever call me that again! Ever! Where the hell did you even come up with such an awful nickname?! How did that even sound like an okay thing to call me?!"

Sheril was far more concerned with something else, "Tyki! You aren't still with that floozy are you? Don't tell me that you spent the whole day with her!" Tyki groaned as his brother began to get hysterical again and dragged his hand down his face.

"Would you quit yelling for heaven's sake? Or how about just for my sake? I swear every time I talk to you I lose a bit of my hearing. Now just shut up and let me talk for a moment. Look things are a little more complicated then they normally are and its best we have this conversation in person. Since you already woke me up I might as well get up and have breakfast. I'll be home around lunch time. I'll deal with you then." He promptly hung up before the other man could start in again. He turned his gaze back over to where his wife, no matter how many times he said or thought it the idea still didn't seem real, that he had actually gotten married, was still laughing like a hyena though she was gasping in between fits. She hadn't stopped since the horrid nickname had been spoken, only pausing to catch her breath before laughing again. She fell in his lap as she rolled off the bed still laughing though it had died down to a giggle. "I think you're far too entertained by this." he huffed more than a bit embarrassed, his cheeks far pinker than he'd like.

"Aww don't be like that Tyki-baby." He glared down at her as she lay across his lap though she didn't seem upset by it.

"Don't call me that." She pouted though he could see she was trying her best to suppress her grin.

"But I really like it. Besides you tried to call me Baby." He shook his head and frowned, he frowned, it was not a pout. Only girls pouted.

"That was different." She struggled to sit up, the motion aggravating her wound. Just as he was about to help her she reached up and grabbed one of his horns using the leverage to pull herself up. He moaned deeply, the sound coming from the back of his throat.

She raised an eyebrow as she purred, "Oh did you like that?" Before he knew it he was on his back with her hovering over him. "Maybe I should do it again." her grip on his horn tightened causing him to groan.

"If you keep doing that then neither of us are going to leave this room." he warned his voice deep and gravelly.

She smirked and kissed him on the nose before chirping, "Okay." she hopped off of him with a shrug of her shoulders and exited the room leaving him lying on the floor eyes wide. He blinked once. Twice. Thrice before his brain registered what it was that she had just done and he leapt to his feet and raced after her.

"That was a dirty trick!" he found her laughing in the kitchen as she started pulling things out probably to make breakfast. He sat at the island as she moved around. "Why do you have to be so mean?" She laughed once she saw his pout as she mixed things up in a large bowl.

"Aw don't be like that. It was funny." He didn't agree and voiced this.

"Was not." She booped him on the nose leaving a smudge of flour. Which caused him to start sneezing. "Ack! What was that for?" He scrubbed his nose with his sleeve forgetting that his shirt wasn't his and that it was black. He glared down at the white spot now on the shirt as she sipped her coffee.

"Would you like a cup of coffee your highness?" He nodded. "Black?" He nodded again.

"What are you making anyway?" He craned his neck to see what she was making. She seemed to be rolling something out. She smiled over her shoulder at him.

"Cinnamon rolls, eggs, and sausage. Sound good?" He perked up.

"Cinnamon rolls? I've never had them." She turned around to stared at him with wide eyes. She tilted her head to the side in a way that reminded him of a puppy.

"How can you never have had cinnamon rolls? They are like some of the best things ever. A gift from heaven." he snorted at her excitement.

"Well if it's a gift from heaven it would explain why I've never had any." he paused for a moment to think. "You said both your guardians were male right?" she nodded as she bent down to put the rolls in the oven. Tyki pretended he wasn't staring at his wife's butt. "Did either of them know how to cook?" she shook her head.

"Nope. A family friend taught me to cook. Allen can cook a bit too. I can't do anything fancy as we never had a huge kitchen often on the move an all but we learned to survive from her better than our guardians who constantly eat out or fast food." she laughed a bit at the end, a fond smile gracing her face.

"Sounds like you guys were very close." she smiled up at him.

"Still are. We check in with each other pretty often." he raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"Does that mean I'll have to face them at some point?" She nodded. He silently wondered about her father but she had already turned away to cook the eggs and sausage. He was quickly swept away from thoughts of angry fathers by the sweet smell coming from the oven. The food was soon on the island and both were eating though Luca waited until Tyki had tried the cinnamon roll before she began to eat.

"Well?" she grinned expectantly.

He moaned, "This is so good. Seriously this is phenomenal. How have I never had these before?" He finished his first one and grabbed a second one.

"Beats me." she shrugged and began to eat as well. The pair chatted about minor things throughout the meal. Tyki groaned as they finished and Luca began to gather the dishes but he stopped her.

"I've got it. You cooked so I'll clean." she sat down as he spoke taking the dishes from her. She was quiet for a moment just watching him.

"Are you helping because you want to or because you want to stall dealing with your brother for as long as possible?" He stumbled a bit giving her the answer.

"In fairness I don't think it's a good idea that one person cleans and the other cooks. You made breakfast so I clean but yes I am also postponing my torture." she raised an eyebrow at his explanation.

"Speaking of which why do you still live with your brother?" He sighed and dropped his head as he washed the dishes in the sink.

"It's kind of complicated. Can I explain it at dinner? I don't really have the time right now. We'd still be here well past lunch time and Sheril will start calling again." She nodded while he panicked inside, How on Earth am I going to explain that? That I'm apart of a demon mafia family and that's why we all live together? Which of course brings me back to how did she kill that demon that attacked us last night and an ever bigger question is why did he attack us? Also what was he going to say to her? The questions ran through his head as he finished drying the dishes. Sighing he put them away and glanced at the clock. He was already going to be late. "Well I better get going or he's going to have a fit or an aneurysm. I'll be back later." She glanced up from her phone to meet his gaze.

"When you get back we should probably start working out the mechanics of our relationship." He nodded as he dried his hands. The man kissed her on the cheek as he left the kitchen, he had just opened the door when she called out to him.

"Oi! Tyki!" He turned around just in time to catch something. A set of keys landed in his hands.

"I'm going out to visit my brother. I should be home before you get back but just in case those are the spare. We'll have to get some more made but they'll do for now." He grinned at her. At least she trusts me enough to give me these, he thought. "I'll see you at dinner time!" he closed the door and locked it behind him though he did hear her call out a farewell. She had mentioned during breakfast that the front door was always locked even when she was home despite the fact that the front door of the complex was always locked too. A visitor had to use a buzzer to get in. He jogged down the stairs easily as he tried to come up with a way to explain to Sheril what he had done. The walk back home wasn't nearly long enough in his opinion and before he knew it he was standing at the door as a butler opened the door for him.

"Welcome back Master Mikk." He nodded at the butler as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The dress shirt had been a bit big on him and he wasn't big on the frills at the cuffs. He'd have to remember to grab some of his clothes. He wasn't going to move anything major until they worked things out. He didn't know if she wanted him to move into the apartment or if she would want a house now. He knew there was no way he would move her into the Noah family mansion. He definitely needed to get away from Sheril and his clinging until he managed to figure out what his wife was hiding. He quickly climbed the stairs and ducked into his room to shower and change before dealing with his brother. As if sensing the younger man's presence Sheril came out of his office just as Tyki descended the stairs again. Tyki didn't have time to brace himself for the attack as his older brother came thundering towards him and wrapped his arms around him in a bone crushing octopus like hug. The curly haired demon immediately began to struggle with little luck. Hearing the commotion the others began to trickle into the room.

"Tyki! My baby brother! I've missed you so much! It's been so long since I've seen you! I thought you were dead when you didn't come home! I didn't know what I was going to do!" Tyki struggled some more as his brother wailed in his ear.

"Would you get the hell off please? You saw me the day before yesterday! Now would you stop yowling in my ear? People are going to think that we're in here skinning cats alive or something." Sheril released his brother with a pout.

"You don't have to be so mean. I really did miss you. It doesn't matter if it was the day before yesterday. It felt like so long." Tyki sighed only to be knocked to the hard wood by Road's flying tackle that she called a hug.

"Ooohff!" he groaned from the floor. "Why do you all feel the need to invade my personal space the minute you see me?" Road looked up at him with big watery gold eyes.

"Don't you love me?" Tyki sighed, he knew she wasn't actually hurt but that didn't stop him from feeling bad.

"Yes I do love you but I don't really love hitting the ground. Especially because my back is rather cut up right now." he winced feeling the torn skin pull painfully. She jumped off of him and Sheril pulled him to his feet.

"What happened to you? Does it need to be looked at?" Tyki shook his head.

"No it's already been done. But it happened last night so it still hurts." Sheril raised an eyebrow.

"What happened last night?" Tyki shrugged not really sure how to approach the subject.

"Nothing big, I just got into a fight with another demon." It wasn't a lie...technically. He did get in a fight with another demon. He just left out the part about it was to save his new wife.

"Well as long as you are okay, I have big news for you!" Sheril grinned as he dragged Tyki into his office after promising Road that Tyki would join them for dinner, not giving the man time to correct him before the others left the pair of brothers to talk.

"I have big news for you too." Tyki spoke ruefully uncertain how this conversation was going to go. Sheril pushed him down into one of the plush leather chairs in the office though he didn't sit himself far too excited to hold still.

"Mine first! So after months of planning and work I finally got it to work. I have managed to convince Don Corleone that a merger between our family and his was a good idea and he has finally agreed. And believe me it took a long time. We can finally take out our biggest competitor. If we are no longer competing with each other both families will flourish!" Sheril was pacing around erratically.

"That's great Sheril." Tyki answered impassively. He wasn't into the family business the way Sheril was. He just did as he was told, which was usually murder and then did his own thing.

"I know. Now Don Corleone only has one daughter and he has agreed to marry her to you!" Tyki's eyes grew wide at the information. His life just got a hell of a lot worse. Pun intended.

"Sheril." Tyki spoke though he was ignored.

"Obviously you were the best choice."

"Sheril." He was still ignored.

"I'm already married, so is the Earl though I don't think that would be a good idea, that traitor is already married and I would never do that to the poor girl anyway, Wisely is too young and still very immature. He still needs a few years."

"Sheril." Tyki tried again.

"I could never have Road marry. I don't think my heart could handle that and she is definitely too young. Far too young. And marrying Devit or Jasdero, honestly I don't think that's ever going to happen. Besides that would never work. Corleone would never accept either of them." His brother continued his raving.

"Sheril!" Tyki exclaimed a bit louder. His older brother just kept talking over him.

"I wouldn't either if somebody put one of them forward to marry somebody from our family and I want this merger to go well." Sheril continued to pace around waving his hands excitedly. "This is such a big event. I'm already planning the dinner party for you to meet her she's such a lovely girl after all. I was quite taken with her. She's just perfect for the family and you as well. I think it's high time that you settled down. I really do believe-" Tyki cut him off jumping to his feet.

"SHERIL! I'M ALREADY MARRIED!" Tyki yelled finally getting his brother's attention. Sheril stopped pacing and turned to face him.

"Now hush Tyki. This is no time for jokes and that wasn't even a funny one. You're 26 years old. You aren't getting any younger and this is really good for the family. It's time for you to settle down." Tyki rolled his eyes as Sheril lectured him sternly as if he was still a child.

"It's not a joke. I got married. I was with my wife when you called. She was the one you heard over the phone." Sheril's gold eyes grew wide as his mind processed the information. He grabbed Tyki's left hand and yanked it out to look at the gold band that sat there, shining innocently unaware of how it's existence mocked him. Angrily he ripped the ring off and threw it. Tyki rolled his eyes again as the ring appeared back on his hand as he knew it would. Sheril glared at the ring before dropping his brother's hand to flail his around as his brain tried to process what to do next.

"Well...just...get rid of her!" he finally cried.

Tyki drawled annoyed, "Sheril you know I can't. Demon marriage is forever. You of all people should know that.

"That's not what I mean! Kill her! I don't care how you do it but do it now! She needs to be dead! Get rid of her now! Do it before Corleone hears about it! He has demons everywhere!" Tyki's features twisted into a snarl.

"Go to hell Sheril! You don't get to run my life. I'm not going to kill her just because you don't like her." Sheril's eyes bulged as he started yelling again and grabbed his brother by the shirt to start shaking him.

"If you liked her enough to marry her why didn't you tell us about her? Or at least me? Seriously what the hell Tyki?!" Tyki pushed Sheril off him.

"I haven't been dating her. I met her at the bar and we got married." Sheril went to grab Tyki again but the younger blocked him.

"Demons can't get drunk! You married her on purpose! How the hell can you decide to chain yourself to somebody that you don't know in one night?!" He shrilled causing the other to wince at the volume.

"How is it any different from what you are trying to do to me? You are literally trying to marry me off for your own gain. You never bothered to ask me if I even wanted to get married never mind to a girl I've never met. You can't control my life Sheril. I'm not a child anymore."

"Why can't you do this one little thing for the family?!" the older man squawked. Tyki glared at him.

"It's not a little thing! This affects my whole life! I'm not some pawn for your sick twisted game!" He snapped losing his tempter.

"How is that any different then what you've done?!" Tyki glowered at the older Portuguese demon.

"Because I chose her! It was my choice! That's the part that you keep missing! You never even asked me Sheril! This is my life! You don't get to control everything! It's just not possible! You need to get a grip! So let it go!" Sheril floundered some more.

"I have a grip! You're the one that went and did something that affects the whole family without telling anyone!" Sheril howled getting in his younger brother's face. Tyki pushed him away.

"Why do you get to dictate my whole damn life? Why does every part of my life have to be sacrificed for the family?! Can't I have any part of it to myself?!"

"You have no idea what this will do to us Tyki! I can't just turn around and back out! Don Corleone will take offense to it. He will see it as disrespect to him and his daughter! This could ignite war between us! Don't you care about that?!" Tyki sighed.

"Of course I do. However there is nothing to be done about it now." Sheril disagreed.

"Shoot her! Stab her! Use your powers and rip her heart out. Feed her to sharks. Beat her to death! Drown her in the freaking bathtub for all I care!" Tyki gave an appalled look before it twisted into a disgusted one.

"No! If you had told me about the engagement and then I went out and got married I could see you being mad at me but you didn't even bother to tell me! You just went right ahead and planned it without asking me or even mentioning it! You have no right to be mad at me or be making these suggestions! Deal with the consequences of your own actions!" He snapped very close to losing his temper with his brother. Normally he loved his family but he was drawing the line at them running his ENTIRE life for the rest of eternity.

"I DON'T CARE HOW YOU DO IT BUT GET RID OF HER! YOU WILL NOT MENTION HER TO ANYONE UNLESS THEY ARE HELPING YOU GET RID OF THE BODY AND EVEN THEN YOU WILL NEVER TELL OF HER RELATION TO YOU OR THIS FAMILY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Sheril roared causing the younger demon to glare at him.

The man let out a string of Portuguese curses before switching back to English, "Screw you Sheril. Deal with your own mess. I'm done." with that Tyki slammed the door to the office shut as he left. The demon sunk down into his nice plush black leather chair and dragged his hand down his face suddenly feeling very weary. A knock sounded at the door.

"Yes?" he called out weakly. He sighed when his wife entered the room. He had been half hoping that it was Tyki but knew that wasn't actually going to happen.

"Dear are you alright? You and Tyki were having an awful yelling match. He just left the house. He didn't even stop to answer Road when she asked where he was going. She's upset now. What do I tell her? I don't think he's coming back. He took a bag with him." Sheril sighed again. This day was not going like he planned.

"Just tell her that something came up and he has something on his mind. I'm going to do what I can to fix things with him but it may take a few days. Tell her it has nothing to do with her and that he's not mad at her." He groaned rubbing his temples with his fingers. Of all the times for his brother to be stubborn he chose now to do so. How much could he like this girl? How much can you learn about somebody when you've only spent two nights and a day together and she was drunk during one of them?

"Alright." she paused for a moment to glance at him. "Would you like me to get you something? You look tired Honey." He nodded. He was tired. Very tired. It was going to be a long day and a long night. He already knew it.

"A glass and a bottle of scotch please Tricia, my dear." she nodded and left.

Luca jumped when the door crashed open and Tyki appeared. This must've been what it was like when I did it yesterday, she noted as the lock clicked back in place. She could hear him grumbling under his breath in a language she didn't recognize. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Rough day?" his head snapped up at her soft voice. His gold eyes wide and wild until the focused on her. Sighing he dropped the black duffle bag he was carrying by her green one. Trudging over he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her hair which was pulled loosely into a low ponytail while she was cooking. He mumbled something into her hair and pulled her flush against him as if that would chase away whatever was bothering him. She kept cooking the hamburger waiting for a moment to see if he would tell her.

"Love I can't understand you. Talk to me not my hair." She felt him smile begrudgingly against the skin of her neck as he kissed down it.

"I said yeah. It was a rough day." she smiled as she moved the cooking meat around the pan so it wouldn't burn.

"The talk with your brother didn't go the way you wanted it?" He nodded though pulled away from her neck to smell what she was cooking.

"Of course not. I knew it wouldn't go well and that he would freak out but it was worse than I thought it would be. I left after we had a huge fight. I feel bad though because my niece thought I was going to stay for dinner. I didn't have time to tell her no before Sheril swept me up into his office to talk. I grabbed some clothes and left. What are you cooking? It smells really good but spicy." She laughed as he spoke.

"Do all boys think with their stomach?" He pouted causing her to giggle. "I'm cooking the meat up for tacos. I told you that I was visiting my brother while you were gone and he and his girlfriend had Mexican last night so their apartment still smelled like it so of course I started craving it. If you don't like tacos I can make something else. The meat is still cooking so there's time to change it." He shook his head.

"No. Tacos are fine. Sheril just always tires me out with his theatrics. Normally I can deal with it but I'm sick of him telling me how to live my life. I don't tell him how to live his yet it doesn't seem to matter." She nodded indicating that she was listening.

"I'm still listening but you have to let go so I can get the other things and finish making dinner." He nodded and sat down at the island as she moved about the kitchen cutting lettuce and tomatoes. Pouring cheese and sauce into bowls and getting plates out before going back to the beef. "Speaking of which why does he get to do so? Does this have anything to do with why you still live with him?" He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. So obviously I'm a demon. I don't know how much you know about demons but compared to most demons I'm a rather powerful and high ranking one. A lot of the high ranking demons end up organized into mafia like families."

"Are you in one?" He was surprised by how calm she sounded. He couldn't see her face but he couldn't smell any fear on her at all.

"I am." He braced himself for if this part freaked her out. "I'm a part of the Noah family." She paused for a moment before continuing to cook.

"I've heard of them. I hear you get into a lot of trouble and a lot of them are very dangerous and not always the most sane." He chuckled at her words.

"That's actually a pretty good description of us. Yes most of us are crazy and I can't tell you why. It's pretty complicated and I honestly can't tell you why I of all demons was picked to be Pleasure but I was so here I am. Anyway I still live with the others because at the time it didn't matter to me and it made Sheril and Road happy. Road is my niece by the way." she nodded.

"So what was he mad about? That you married without permission? Or that I'm human?" Tyki winced. Just like with humans there were demons who hated humans. Jasdevi were one of them. Sheril was a one who thought that demons were better than humans even though he married a human. That Tyki could never figure out but there was a lot he couldn't figure out about his brother. Honestly the man was psychotic.

"Both. Sheril is..." he trailed off not knowing how to explain his brother to his new wife as as set the food down it front of him and sat across from him. He sighed again.

"We can deal with your crazy brother later if you'd like." He nodded.

"Let's start with something easier. I definitely don't want to live with them anymore. I wasn't planning on it for so long anyway. Road always gave my the puppy dog eyes every time I tried to move out and thus I was stuck. So do you want to stay here or should we be looking for a house or something?" He questioned putting his taco together.

"If you don't mind. I'd prefer if you just moved in here with me. I'd prefer to stay in this complex there might be a bigger apartment if you wanted to look for something." He nodded as she spoke though looking around. It was a decent size apartment. Obviously she made good money. That was another thing. He had no idea how much he should tell her about his 'job' and life. Everyone says that there should be no secrets between husband and wife but did that count when you were part of the mafia and did horrible things? He was the top enforcer of the Noah family and most often the assassin too. What if one of them came after her? She seemed to do pretty well against that demon that broke in though he still didn't know why or who she had called to get rid of the body so maybe he should know more about her first.

"I don't actually care. I'm comfortable here. I guess it depends if you feel like having separate bedrooms. If you do we wouldn't have a guest room."

She shook her head with a laugh, "I don't see the point or a reason to. It's not like we haven't slept together before and I was comfortable this morning until the phone went off." he chuckled at her comment.

"Yeah me too. We should talk about what happened last night. Who was that guy?" This time she sighed.

"It's complicated. I'm...I guess you could call me a mercenary. We'd be up all night if I tried to explain it now. I have to go to work tomorrow but I could explain it better tomorrow when I get home. Does that work?" He nodded though he had a feeling that there was more to it than that but decided to leave it until morning.

Well that went well! Honestly writing Sheril is so much fun. Ever since I came up with this story all I could think of was Sheril's reaction to Luca and what she is! Look forward to their actual meeting in two weeks in chapter four! So we learned several things in this chapter including that demons can't get drunk so Tyki married Luca of his own choice! Let me know what your favorite part of this chapter was, I think mine was the part where Luca's tending to Tyki's back and his tail is thrashing around. Anyway, please review I need my daily dose of love! Cheshire is out!