Married to the Mafia

Chapter 19

Rose's POV

I'm standing on the balcony in Lucifer and my room, looking out at the garden. Even after what happened there, the garden is beautiful. Elliot is standing by the door inside of the room. Lucifer sent me off with Elliot after Elijah asked to speak to him alone. He told me I could go anywhere, but I decided to just come back to the room.

I'm regretting the fact that I left my switch in Lucifer's office. Without my switch, I am left alone to my thoughts. Well, Elliot is here. I could try starting a conversation with him, but I feel like that would be awkward, so instead I just stare out at the garden.

After about 15 minutes the bedroom door opens and I turn around and see Lucifer walk in. I watch him glance around the room letting his eyes stop on me. Yes, Lucifer, I'm behaving. I know, its shocking, but it's clear you aren't letting me leave anytime soon and I really don't want to be locked up in the cells again.

"Your dismissed Elliot. Keep your phone on you. I'm gonna need you to take care of something for me soon." Lucifer says.

Elliot nods and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Lucifer walks over to me and looks out at the garden for a moment before turning his attention to me.

"You left this in my office." He says and holds out his hand. I look down and see my switch in his hand.

"Thank you," I say softly and take it from him. I walk back into the room and put the switch on my bedside table and sit on the edge of the bed. He looks at me and walks over to his side of the bed and flops back on it and pulls out his phone.

I lay back on the bed and look up at the ceiling. Things between Lucifer and I are... awkward. I don't know how to talk to him. I mean, how does one have a conversation with their kidnapper? I am afraid of saying the wrong thing and pissing him off. I really hate the cells and I'll do anything to avoid ending up locked up down there again. Even resigning to a boring life of silence. I glance over at him, he looks to be reading an email on his phone. Does he ever stop working?

"Uhm, Lucifer?" I ask before I fully am aware of what I am doing. He tilts his phone down and looks over at me with a raised eyebrow as if he wasn't expecting me to speak.

"Yes?" I don't wanna ask anymore. What if he gets mad at me?

"Can I ask you something?" He nods. "Promise you won't get mad?" I ask and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"I can't promise that if you ask something stupid." He pauses for a moment, thinking. Is my question stupid? I really shouldn't ask. "How about this, I promise I won't get mad if it's a genuine question." I take a deep breath.

"Do you think I can ever have my phone back?" I ask and suddenly feel the need to continue. "I just get so bored and you're always working and" His lips lift in a smirk.

"Am I not giving you enough attention?" He asks as he turns off his phone and tucks it into his pocket.

"N-no that's not what I'm saying,"

"You want me to put aside some more time for you?" He asks and rolls on his side so he is facing me, propping himself up on his elbow.

"N-no, I..."

"And what did you have in mind for us to do?" He slowly leans forward getting closer and closer to me. My heart starts beating faster. Am I scared of him being this close to me, or...? "Hmm?" He hums the last part inching closer and closer. I stare up at him wide eyed. He has shifted so that one arm is on the far side of my body and he is leaning over, practically on top of me.