The Mafia's Bride and Groom's (fxmxmxm)

Oh, this could get dark.

"Goddammit," Peirce curses for the millionth time as she sits across from Will and Lucifer in their black SUV. 

They've just left Typhon's tower, hurrying to get to their cars as they shove that Kimo girl in another van, away from Lucifer and William who are practically shaking with rage. Henry pulls out a flask beside Peirce, Lucifer slams the car door shut as the engines start up and quickly leave the Tower's parking garage. They are back on the vile city streets instantly, forming a dark and powerful parade. 

"Let me see," Lucifer suddenly says as their car speeds through the red light district. He ignores his lieutenants, leaning towards Will instead as the soldier holds a cloth to his potentially broken nose. Lucifer's bandaged hands come up towards Will's face, one going to the back of the soldier's head, but Will suddenly jerks away and retaliates before Lucifer can help him. 

Shoving Lucifer away, Will growls, "Are you insane," blood leaks from under the cloth gets between his scowling lips. "Are you fucking insane," Will is yelling now in the tight confines of the car but not because Lucifer was going to help him, but because Lucifer is a wild animal with no control of his temper. 

Peirce and Henry shrink into their seats as the SUV turns claustrophobic.  

"William," Henry yells suddenly, trying to gather their attention before the two largest people in the car get a fistfight. 

Will and Lucifer ignore the audience. "He could have killed you," Will starts. 

"He could have killed all of us-"

"Yes well, you're not exactly just one of us!"

"The hell does that mean," Lucifer roars, losing his temper. 

"You should have never been in that room, we should have never allowed ourselves to be so vulnerable in front of that psychopath-"

"You're right," Lucifer bares his teeth, his hands shake as he clutches the leather of the car, stopping himself from helping Will with the blood leaking out the soldier's nose or from potentially hitting Will to make the blood drip faster. Switching their conversation to Spanish, Lucifer hisses, "I should have just gone by myself. We could have left all this babysitting bullshit at the fucking door so I could actually focus on what Typhon's planning with all this-"

"Yeah," Will snips back, leaning towards Lucifer on the center council between them. "Play hero Lucy, that always works out when you're the head of the fucking mob!"

"Enough!" Peirce finally snaps, her voice so loud that it reverberates through the car. The boys hold dangerous eye contact with each other but they finally stop yelling. Pierce and Henry's ears ring ever so slightly. "It happened," the lieutenant continues as she finally has their attention. She feels like she and Henry are watching children squabble, and they might as well be. Shes never seen their leader so disheveled, but Lucifer seems to turn into a different person every time his family interferes with his work. Will shouldn't have come.  "Time to move the fuck on," Peirce dictates,  "We planned for this, and we planned for worse, and now it is over."

"Pierce is right," Henry grumbles. His accent is thick as his focus wanes. "We need to focus on next moves. We need to get back to the states as soon as we can. Everything we learned from Typhon gives us advantage."

"What advantage? We can't know if anything he said was true," Will snaps. The very thought of Typhon makes him shake with hot anger, like fire in his veins. With one hand pressed to his nose, the other threatens to rip the details off his car door. "That sack of shit will say anything to manipulate us-"