The tall, blond, and very muscular young man set the shopping bags he held down on the ground, sighing in exasperation as his aching muscles began to relax. Setting his glasses on top of his nose, he wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand, then wiped his hand on his shorts.

Meanwhile, his companion, a beautiful blonde, had run ahead of him and was chatting and flirting with a handsome young Italian man. He wasn't surprised. It was just something an entitled brat like Kristin Mikaelson would do!

He shook his head and growled. What had possessed him to take this stupid job in the first place? He should have realized that flying Mikael Mikaelson's daughter around the world wouldn't be a picnic. It was good money for sure, but did the fact that she was completely insufferable make it worth it?

At least she was dressed like a normal, respectable young lady today, in a flowing red dress, he comforted himself. That hadn't always been the case during this trip though.

"Stop it!" Kristin laughed loudly and obnoxiously.

"Sei bella come il sol," the man told her, kissing her hand and winking.

"Oh, don't make me sick," Erick rolled his eyes and made a gagging motion, then looked up at the blue sky of Milan, hands on either side of his waist.

Kristin was still blushing. "If you think I'm as beautiful as the sun, I'm not gonna disagree with you. I've been called worse." She glanced in the direction of her pilot/bodyguard, hoping he was seeing all this.

"Signorina, would you have a coffee with me?" the young man asked. "There is a store not far from here that makes the most wonderful Cappuccino." He then looked over her body appreciatively.

Kristin was having the time of her life with all this attention, and meanwhile, her bodyguard was fuming. She couldn't stand the man whose company her father had forced on her in exchange for the chance to go around the world. It was driving her mad, which is why the sight of him fuming and sweating in the hot Italian sun as he lugged around all her shopping bags made her extremely happy. She didn't really like the douchebag Italian she was talking to, but she loved that the sight of him was pissing Eric Anderson off so much.

She let out a cry of pain as she was pulled away from him by a grip like iron. "Hey!" she struggled. "Let go of me!" Her companion looked on in surprise, staying still.

But Eric said nothing, dragging her through the streets as she protested loudly, and everyone they passed gave them strange looks. "It was time for us to go," he explained curtly without looking at her as he got all the bags back under control. "There was no way you were having a Cappuccino with him!

"Let go of me!" She cried again. "You're my servant! You owe me respect and obedience!"

"I owe you shit, you little snob!" he told her, letting go of her arm at last. "Your father is the one paying me for this trip to hell, not you! And what he's paying me for is to keep you safe!"

"I'm gonna call him right now!" She snapped, pulling out her phone. "I'll tell him in detail how much you're disrespecting me, and I won't leave anything out!" She flung her phone in his face.

"Fine!" Eric exploded, throwing up his hands. "I want nothing more than to be fired and leave your sorry ass behind! I'm tired of carrying all your bags like I'm…like I'm your personal shopper or your servant. I'm fed up with your spoiled attitude! I've been more patient with you than you deserve! I said nothing when you got drunk in Ibiza and almost drowned in a fucking pool! And then, Greece! When you entered a sacred church in a skimpy bathing suit! I've never been so embarrassed in my life, and I just want to be free of you!"

"I had a good reason for wearing a bathing suit in that church!" Kristin protested. "It was so hot I could barely breathe, Mr. Anderson! And how was I supposed to know it wasn't allowed?"

"You'd have known if you'd taken the time to educate yourself about all the local customs and things instead of just doing whatever the hell you want like a spoiled bitch!" Eric spat.

Kristin scoffed. "You'll never be free of me," she lashed out stabbing a finger in his direction. "I'll make your life a living hell! You'll never get another job after my father hears you disrespected me this way!"

Eric threw his head back and chuckled, unbothered by the threat. "You're such a brat," he cied. "You really think the world is spinning around you, princess?"

Kristin scoffed. "Well it sure as hell isn't spinning around a wannabe pilot who needs to take jobs like this to get anywhere in life and have money to live!

"Fuck you!" He snapped. "I don't know how you and your mother could be related. "She has class and you definitely don't!"

"Why are you so complimentary toward my mother?" Kristin smirked. "Do you have a crush on her? Do you want to fuck her behind my father's back?" She spat, raising her chin.

It was then that Eric had had enough. He growled and then, unable to take it anymore, slapped her across the face.

Her jaw dropped as she brought a hand to her reddening cheek.

"I…I'm…I…" He was shocked by what he'd just done.

"My father will kill you!" She promised menacingly as tears filled her eyes.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Eric nodded, unable to meet her eyes. "And he would be within his rights. I wouldn't try and stop him. But I also won't tolerate you disrespecting me. Or your mother and father either."

She swallowed, chin raised, and wiped some more tears from her cheeks, looking away from him.

Eric sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He'd never hit a woman before today, but…Kristin Mikaelson knew just how to rub him the wrong way.

"I'm truly sorry for what I just did," he apologized.

"Prove it!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes at him. "You can't offer me much, so I don't know what you can possibly do or give me that would be more appealing than reporting your brutal gesture to my father and having you thrown out on your ass!"

Eric ran his hand through his hair and growled. Would nothing stop this brat?

Then…an idea crossed his mind that made a smirk curve his full lips.

"Tell you what," he said. "I'll bring you to the most paradisiac, all inclusive, luxurious hotel in the Caribbean," he promised her, acting sorry for what he'd done.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You will?" Then she eyed him suspiciously. "I don't know how someone like you could afford that, but I have to admit that I'm curious."

"Yes, Kristin, I will," he nodded.

"Well, I'm going to need a new bathing suit," she replied, arms crossed, and chin raised.

Eric closed his eyes, hating himself for the words he was about to say. "I'll drive you to the best boutiques and carry your bags."

"Fine, I guess," Kristin shrugged. "I'll see if I like it. If not, you'll die at my father's hands." Then she shook out her hair and walked away.

She didn't see him grin, a wicked light in his eyes. Oh, sweetheart, he thought. You're about to learn the biggest lesson of your life!

"Hey!" Victoria greeted Diana and gave her a hug as she stepped inside Klaus and Angelica's house. "Come on in! I can get us drinks and some cookies and then we can go eat them in my room."

"Okay," Diana nodded.

The girls got their snacks and then made their way to Victoria's bedroom, giggling as they closed the bedroom door behind them and got on Victoria's bed.

"I'm so happy you came to see me!" Victoria cried and grabbed her friend's hand, squeezing it gently.

Although technically Diana was her half-aunt, to Victoria, she would always be a friend first and foremost. Anything else, no matter how true, would just be too weird.

"Of course I came to see you!" Diana told her and pulled her into a hug. "Where else would I be than with my bestie?"

"Has anyone told you that you're beautiful?" Victoria commented, taking some of Diana's long and lustrous brown hair between her fingers. "You're truly a knockout.

"Oh, stop it!" Diana blushed and looked away. "What about you? You're all fired up and you seem like a total badass to me!"

"Is it because of my t-shirt?" Victoria asked. "This AC/DC t-shirt is new. It's a band from a long time ago that my dad likes. He loves the music as much as I do, and he promised to get me an electric guitar pretty soon."

"Well, that's cool," Diana smiled. "But what did your mother have to say about it?"

Victoria winced. "Well, she's not against it, but she's not really enthusiastic either. Maybe I should tell her that it could be drums, so worse."

"Why am I not surprised?" Diana laughed.

"Have you seen her yet?" Victoria asked. "I know my mom is around here somewhere. Want me to go find her for you?"

"No, thank you," Diana shook her head, smiling shyly. "I'm not sure she's ready to see me, or even if she wants to."

"Why?" Victoria asked, shocked. "Of course she wants to see you! You're her sister!"

Diana shrugged. "Half-sister. The result of the affair that ruined your mother's happy, secure life because her father found out and everything was ruined."

"She doesn't blame you for that," Victoria said firmly, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. "She talks a lot about you and your mother. And she doesn't hate your father either."

"My father is a good man," Diana proclaimed solemnly. "He would have never been with her if he'd known she was married."

"Yeah and my father is…something else!" Victoria winked. "Quite a guy!"

"He sure is!" Diana agreed. "My father really respects your dad."

"That's why we're such good friends," Victoria shrugged and winked. "Our parents all like each other."

"Well, wouldn't it be sad if my mom didn't like your mom?" Diana asked.

"Yes, but of course she does," Victoria nodded. "They just don't know each other as well as they should because of Mom and Grandpa…"

She trailed off, staring at Diana, who looked like she wanted to commit murder. "What?"

"Your grandfather is an absolute rat!" Diana fumed. "A rat, a monster, a son of a bitch…" She blushed. "Sorry. I know it's not a nice thing to say about your grandfather, even if it is true."

"Oh, it's fine," Victoria shrugged away her apology. "I've never met the man and whatever happened between him and my mother screwed Mom up so bad that she won't even talk about him with me. She's told Daddy to answer any of my questions and since Dad isn't my grandfather's biggest fan, I've not heard anything very flattering. He's nothing to me." She got off the bed and went to look out the window. "He's nothing to me."

Diana, however, narrowed her eyes, thinking that her friend was lying. "I wish I could say the same," she muttered. "I wish I could be as clueless about him as you."

"What did you say?" Victoria turned.

"Nothing," Diana did her best to change the subject. "I'm just excited to see you all grown up." Her voice was full of enthusiasm.

"Where'd you get your leather jacket?" Victoria asked enthusiastically. She was always on the lookout for different leather jackets to go with her rock band t-shirts.

"It was a really awesome second hand store," Diana said, shrugging.

"Oh, awesome!" Victoria clapped her hands. "I bet I could find a bunch of vintage t-shirts there. Do you remember where it is?"

"Sure, I would be more than happy to take you sometime," she offered.

"How about next week?" Victoria suggested happily.

"Deal," Diana winked.

"And oh…before I forget, Elise wants us to meet her and Froy at the diner about a block from here. The Sunrise Diner. They have excellent milkshakes."

"Dear Froy," Diana giggled.

"Yeah, we could meet and make fun of him or steal his fries?" Victoria suggested teasingly.

"Oh, I can't wait to see them both." Diana grinned.

They both turned their heads when they heard an insistent knock on the door. There was only one person Victoria knew who knocked like that. "Come in, Mom," she called.

A second later, the door opened, and Angelica made her way in, giving Diana a long look after freezing and rubbing her hands together nervously.

"I hope you don't mind that I came to see Victoria," Diana told her sister. "I mean, I know I might not be welcome, but…"

Angelica smiled and stepped forward to embrace her sister, squeezing the other woman hard. "Well, if you got in, you're welcome," she explained. "Because of certain people who decided that I suck and don't want to have anything to do with me anymore, but could still try and pop by cause they need something I've…put a spell on the house that will keep out those I don't want to come in. So, if you can come in, you're welcome." She smiled and tried to look welcoming and relaxed.

Diana smiled back, tears filling her eyes as she threw herself into Angelica's arms. For some reason, out of all her half brothers and sisters, this was the sibling she wanted to be liked by the most.

"You're so beautiful, Diana," Angelica complimented.

"I told her that too," Victoria agreed, brushing a tear off her cheek.

Angelica and Diana hugged a little longer and then let go as Angelica cupped her sister's face. "You know, you really look like Mom. Do you realize that?"

"So do you!" Diana giggled.

Angie shrugged. "I guess we both look like her, which shouldn't be a surprise." She took her sister's hand and smiled at the younger woman. "I think you'll break a lot of hearts in your life, Diana."

Diana scoffed. "Oh, I'm not interested in that. I want to be independent and my own boss!" Then pink covered her cheeks.

"No need to be embarrassed," Angelica smiled. "I think it's great!" She caressed her sister's cheek.

"Who wants pizza?" Victoria asked, picking up her phone.

"I do!" Diana raised her hand.

"Me too, but let's not mention it to your father, all right, Victoria? He'll barge in here and demand we order the icky kind with the ham and the pineapples!"

"Ewwww!" Diana winced in disgust and moved closer to Angelica, who smiled.

"You really are my sister. And you have excellent taste!" She winked at the younger woman.

"I don't know what you're going on about," Victoria grinned as her mother put an arm around her waist and another one around Diana's. "It's the best kind!"

"For you and your father," Angelica said firmly. "Not me. I'll stick with good old cheese, tomato, and basil. Or cheese with olives and peppers."

They debated a little while longer, then Victoria put in the pizza order. "There." She grinned at her mother. "Now…while we wait can we discuss my electric guitar?"

Angelica winced. "I'm having a good time," she said. "Please don't ruin it by bringing that up."

Diana smiled and winked at her friend, following the two women she loved the most besides her mother to the kitchen.

Klaus flipped through the pages of the report he was holding and smiled to himself as he relaxed on the sofa. He was realizing that he'd made a lot of money this month and that, of course, was amazing.

Suddenly though, he startled to find Angelica on his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Well, look at you," he smiled. "This is a wonderful surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of you sitting on my lap, love?" He grinned.

"Well," she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing as her dark eyes twinkled. "I thought you looked so sexy, but I thought having me on your lap would make you even sexier!

He chuckled. "I love the way you think." He winked and tossed his file aside to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "I wouldn't refuse a quickie either…if you're not too busy."

"Do I make you feel anything other than horny?" She asked, faking anger. "You like me for my mind too, right?" She stuck her tongue out.

"Well, if you want the honest truth…there's fear too, but…" he chuckled. It was fun to tease her.

Angelica narrowed her eyes at her lover, then punched him lightly with her fist.

"Ouch!" He cried, rubbing it.

"I'm a sensible, well-balanced person," she chided him. "I'm not a monster or a nymphomaniac!"

He chuckled. "Well, there are a few people at the restaurant in Le Francois that would protest that fact." He grinned.

"Did you really have to bring that up?" She sighed and looked away.

"Hey, just a minute," Klaus gently slapped her butt. "Look at me, would you?" He grabbed her chin so that her lovely dark eyes looked into his. "You're my Cookie Monster." He wined and kissed her. "And Wee-wee's first and only fan."

She giggled and kissed him back. "My sister Diana is all grown up like Victoria. They went out for a milkshake!" She clapped her hands enthusiastically. "She's beautiful, Klaus!"

"I know," he smiled. "I saw her before."

"So you've seen how pretty she is."

"You're right, she's a beauty," Klaus nodded. "But so are you." He caressed her cheek.

She blushed. "I hear you when you say it, but it's hard for me to really believe it."

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "That's why I'll remind you of it every day. You're as beautiful as she is, Angel." He winked and lowered a hand onto her belly. "Mmmm…I like that you kept some weight on your waist and hips."

"Klaus Mikaelson!" She cried, horrified as she bolted off his lap. "I'm doing Pilates and yoga every day to try and lose all my baby weight! How can you tell me that I'm fat?"

"Hey, I'm just saying that I love you with a little extra weight," Klaus smiled. "I don't mean to insult you, love."

"Well, it feels like it," Angelica snapped as she turned on her heel. "Hasn't anyone told you never to say anything to a lady about her weight?" Then she stormed out of the room.

Once she was gone, Klaus stood frozen in the room, eyes wide as he realized something. "Well, fuck," he whispered, a grin curving his lips. Why didn't he realize it sooner? Angel was pregnant again! It couldn't be anything but that, and he was over the moon. But he doubted that she would feel the same way. At least not at this point.

"So…Angelica's pregnant again?" Nico asked as he strode into the room with a smile. "Congratulations!"

"Shhhh!" Klaus grabbed the young man by the ear and pulled him down the corridor.

"Hey!" Nico protested. "That hurts! Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" His voice was shaky.

"Will you be quiet?" Klaus hissed. "She could hear you!" He put a finger on Nico's lips until the wide-eyed young man nodded, eyes wide, as Klaus lowed his hand.

"Why is this a problem?" Nico whispered. "I thought her being pregnant was a good thing."

"Well, she doesn't know she's pregnant yet," Klaus replied, looking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't behind him. "Only we know. And for now…it has to stay that way."

"Why?" Nico asked, dumbfounded. "Aren't you happy you're building up your pack?"

"Oh!" Klaus chuckled. "Sweet, sweet Nico. Of course I'm happy! I'm ecstatic! I want Angelica and I to have a whole football team full of babies in this house, but…"

"But what?" Nico wanted to know.

"She doesn't realize yet that she wants the same thing I do, do you understand?" Klaus whispered, cupping the young man's face.

"No…not sure I do," Nico shook his head, swallowing fearfully.

"Yeah, I know," Klaus nodded. "At your age, I didn't understand women, but now, after hundreds of years…I do!" He paused. "So let's make something clear…" he locked eyes with Nico. "You and I…we won't say a single thing about what we know. Not even to Michelle."

"Of course," Nico nodded. "My lips are sealed, but…"

"But what?"

"You do realize that you could make me forget about it?" Nico reminded him.

"I could," Klaus gave him a very gentle slap across the face and grinned. "But I'm testing you. To see if you're of value. To see if you can be welcomed into my pack through my granddaughter, or if I need to kill you."

"Right, I see…" Nico began to sweat. "I promise not to say a word. Can I be excused now?"

Klaus released him and nodded, waving him away. "Run along, and I can't say enough…not a fucking word!"

"Nope," Nico backed away. "Not a single fucking word, I promise. I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Good boy," Klaus grinned and crossed his arms, resisting the urge to pat the young man on the head like a dog.

Victoria took a deep breath as she stood on the sidewalk, staring at the sign for her grandfather's nightclub, Paradiso. She couldn't believe that she was here.

She'd decided to go after she and her friends had had their milkshake, leaving Diana because she knew her friend would be against her going if she knew what she was doing.

Rubbing her hands nervously, closing her eyes and taking one more breath to give herself strength, then pushed the door of the club open and made her way in.

Walking down the long corridors, she hoped to make her way to the bar and dance floor as soon as possible.

But what she didn't realize was that Diana had been on to her and followed her through the city to see where she was going. She was very close on her heels as she got inside and hid behind a small wall so she wouldn't be discovered.

"Hey!" Said a smiling waitress when she saw Victoria. "Can I help you?" She made a move to leave her spot behind her bar if needed.

"Yes, thank you," Victoria nodded. "Do you know where I can find Lucifer?"

"Have you come looking for a waitress job?" The woman asked. She was a tall redhead. "You'll need to see Dexter if so. But don't worry. I'm sure that with a body like yours, you're a shoo-in."

Victoria looked away and blushed. "Thank you, but I'm not looking for a job. I'm here to see Lucifer because…" she paused and bit her lip. "Because I'm his granddaughter."

The waitress set the bottles down and smiled. "Oh, how nice! I didn't know he had a granddaughter."

Before Victoria could respond, a new voice broke in. "It's all right, Sylvia. I can take care of things with Miss Mikaelson from here."

Victoria turned and looked at the man who had just walked in. He was tall and had dark curly hair and dark eyes, was well dressed, and clearly commanded power.

The woman nodded and left without another word, a grin on her lips.

"Hello, Victoria," he greeted her with a warm smile. "I'm Dexter, your grandfather's friend, and I sincerely hope, yours one day. I have the utmost love and respect for your mother." The man approached her, his hands buried in the pockets of his designer trousers.

"You're his friend or his lackey?" Victoria asked, point blank. Then she gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Oh, Mom's Grandpa! That might have sounded like an insult, but I promise you it isn't one!" She then began to wave her hands around wildly as she did her best to regain her train of thought. "I didn't mean that. I just meant to ask…"

Dexter chuckled and shook his head. "I've been called worse. Your aunt Valerie's favorite term is 'baby-sitter'. But you're truly your mother's and Klaus Mikaelson's daughter." He looked her over. "Pretty like your mother, but much edgier."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Victoria blushed and looked away. "I want to apologize again. Sometimes I just shoot my mouth off and…"

"Well, it's not like you said something that wasn't true. I started off as pure lackey, then became friend too, and am now both." He winked.

Victoria nodded. "So…can I see you know who?"

Dexter shrugged. "It's not my place to say yes or no. It's his." He paused. "Is your mother aware that you're here?"

Victoria blushed. "No offense but I think that's between me and my mother."

"Well, I'll take that as a 'no'," he grinned, not offended at all. "Come on. Let's get you to the elevator."

"To where?" Victoria asked curiously.

"The penthouse level," Dexter replied and pressed the button to call the elevator.

"Is that where he lives?"

"Yep," Dexter winked, looking at her low cut t-shirt. "You like Van Halen?"

She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, didn't you say you though I had an edgy side?"

"Yes," Dexter nodded. "I bet you found out about them from your father."

"Well, maybe but it could have been my mother," Victoria pointed out. "Mom's edgy too!"

Dexter did his best not to laugh uproariously in this young woman's face. But he couldn't help himself. When he finally got his breath, he apologized. "Sorry, but I know your mother, remember. She's not edgy at all. Opinionated, stubborn, firm, a killer business woman…but definitely not edgy."

He gestured for her to come into the elevator, hand on her forearm so she wouldn't fall.

Victoria stared at him and then pulled her arm away. It was as if an electrical charge had hit her body.

"I'm…I'm good, thanks," she coughed uncomfortably, her cheeks turning bright red.

"I'm sorry," Dexter shook his head. "I just wanted to help you inside." He pushed the button to get them to the penthouse. "The elevator's been temperamental all week, stopping sometimes for no reason at all. I just wanted to make sure you didn't get stuck."

Victoria nodded. "Thank you." She paused. "What's my grandfather like?"

"I think you instinctively know the answer to that," Dexter replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Meanwhile, Diana was still stuck downstairs, stomping her foot angrily as the elevator door closed. Fuck! Now she had no choice but to go up a gazillion stairs if she wanted to get up to the penthouse and make sure her friend was safe.

"Dexter, what are you doing?" Lucifer cried, his voice full of irritation. "I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed so I could rest before the opening tonight!" He frowned as he was forced to put on a dressing gown and leave his bedroom.

But Dexter didn't say a word, letting Lucifer see who he'd brought with him. When he saw the young woman with the curly blonde hair, he froze.

"Lucifer, this is…" Dexter began.

"You don't have to introduce us," Lucifer broke in. "I know who she is, Dexter."

"All right then," Dexter clapped once and stepped back, turning to face Victoria. "It was nice meeting you." He gave her a wink.

"Nice meeting you too, Dexter," Victoria nodded.

Lucifer waited for Dexter to disappear and then spoke. "How do you know who I am?"

"We've met before," Victoria reminded him. "My mother brought me here when I was just a baby and we've had that connection ever since. I can find my way here easily."

Lucifer nodded and went to the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch, then gulped it down and poured another one. "So now you've seen me. Has your curiosity been satisfied?"

"Money, a night club, a life full of depravity…is that what you think makes you a man?" Victoria asked. "I don't think so. I don't have any idea who you are."

Lucifer stared at her. He'd be damned!

"I'm not a man, Victoria," he reminded her. "I'm the Devil."

"And you're also a man." Victoria stood her ground.

"If you say so," he shrugged. "I bet your mother has no idea that you're here, otherwise she'd have tried to stop you."

"Oh, she has no idea I'm here," Victoria said. "You're right that she would have stopped me from coming, Grandfather."

Lucifer spit out his drink at this. "Please, call me anything but that."

"Grandpop?" Victoria suggested with a wicked smile as she tried not to laugh. "Is that better?"

"Oh, that's worse!" Lucifer winced and then chuckled. "Who in the world would come up with a stupid name like that?"

"Elise Mikaelson," Victoria smiled and shrugged. "She calls her father Pop."

"I'm sure Elijah loves that," Lucifer laughed. "Thank you for making my day."

"You're welcome," Victoria replied. "Do you drink often?"

Lucifer was startled by the question. "Yes," he replied truthfully.

"Why do you do it?" Victoria asked. "To forget who you are and what you've done?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded. "Mainly that."

"And to forget what you've done to Mom and Grandma?" Victoria continued to press.

Lucifer grinned and shook his head. "I thought you would be more like him."

Victoria frowned. "Him who? My father?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded, leaning against the bar, arms crossed. "I figured that would be the universe's best way to torture me."

"And you don't think I am? Why would my whole personality exist solely to torture you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Do you think everything is about you?"

"You have his edgy style for sure," Lucifer quickly changed the subject. "But…"

"But?" She tilted her head. "Let me guess: I'm like Mom."

"Oh, no," Lucifer shook his head. "I was going to say that you're like me, fearless and straight to the point."

"Speaking of straight to the point…" Victoria kept her eye on the bar. "Do you always drink so much? Why? So, you don't have to think about how much you hurt my mother? So, you can drown out that you might just miss her as much as she misses you? She keeps that to herself too, you know."

"Victoria please," Lucifer shook his head and closed his eyes. "You shouldn't be here. I'll have Dexter drive you back home."

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'," Victoria crossed her arms.

"You should stay away from me now on," he said firmly.

"I think that's my choice," Victoria reminded him. "And I haven't decided either way." She paused. "Why are you so eager for me to go away? Is it because you can't stand the sight of me?" She raised her chin and waited for his answer.

"What? Of course not! You're my granddaughter and as beautiful as your mother! You're a part of me, so why would I say something horrible like that?"

"Well, you told my mother you didn't want to see her again ever and you hate my father," Victoria reminded him.

"Where your father is concerned, you've made the statement of the year," he rolled his eyes. "I don't know what your mother was thinking."

"So that's the reason?" Victoria pressed. "My father?"

"No!" Lucifer shouted impatiently. "The reason is that sooner or later, no matter how much I intend to love and care about you…I can't. I'll bring misery and pain to you like I have everyone else. You're no different."

"Well, there you go," Victoria nodded. "Thank you for answering my question." She turned on her heel to head back to the elevator. "You drink to forget the pain you caused for the ones you love." She pressed the elevator call button and waited.

Then Lucifer looked at the ceiling and chuckled. "You can't just leave things alone, can you? You're a pain in the ass like your mother is."

"I'll take that as a compliment, considering how much you love her." Victoria then made her way into the cabin. "Nice to have met you, Lucifer."

The devil sighed with relief as the elevator doors closed, then narrowed his eyes as his ears picked up a soft noise in the penthouse. Someone was here. And that someone had been listening to him talk to his granddaughter.

Lucifer shook his head and smiled wide. He knew exactly who that someone was, and it would be an absolute joy to see the look on her face when he caught her. He could feel her near him. He could smell her unique scent. There was no question that Diana Dove Johnson was there with him.

Of course she'd come here looking after Victoria. Why else would she be here?

She had probably taken the stairs so the elevator wouldn't give her away, and sneaked in while he was talking with his granddaughter.

He turned on his heel and grinned, heading to his bedroom to go change in the hopes that she would be gone by the time he was done. Not that he cared much for Diana Dove Johnson at all, but he supposed it would be nice for him to spare her as a favor to Victoria if nothing else.

As he disappeared, Diana emerged from her hiding place behind a large bookshelf and looked left and right to make sure that he who shouldn't be named wouldn't be around to catch her. How humiliating would that be? She made her way to the emergency door to get it open and leave, but she couldn't. She tried again and swore under her breath as she realized that the door was firmly locked.

"Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" She stomped her foot angrily.

Then she pulled off her shoes and walked on tiptoe to the elevator door and push the call button. But that didn't work either.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" She hissed, getting down on her knees and leaning her forehead against the cool stainless-steel doors.

Just then she heard a discreet cough and groaned. No. No, no, no, no no!

"Well, well, well, well, well…what do we have here?" She heard him say. "Looks like I've trapped Diana Dove Johnson, who has graced my humble abode with her presence."

Feeling ill, Diana turned her head and narrowed her eyes at the vainest man she would ever meet: Lucifer fucking Morningstar!

He was wearing a pair of snug black trousers and a matching silk shirt opened to expose his bare chest. He leaned against the wall, enjoying her humiliation and frustration, a smirk on his full lips and a twinkle in his dark eyes. "Care to share with me why you're here? Or…" he grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the floor, hanging them off one finger where she could clearly see them. "Or if you don't want to tell me…I have ways of making you talk."