The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 103

103 LEFT IN WHIRL 

LUKE’S POV 

“I see. And how long has he been waiting?” I asked Marcus. 

“Well, it had been a few minutes. And I tried telling him that you didn’t want to be disturbed. But he kept on insisting that he wants to speak with you.” 

I stood still, silent for seconds, processing his words. Of course, I knew Lucifer was the one who wanted to see me. Our business had not been over yet, and I just wished it was. 

He was the one who called me at the mall today, and we had to discuss a lot of things, prompting the conversation to be a long–lasting one. He brought a lot of nonsense out of his mouth, talking about my loved ones who were no more, and it sparked an anger right inside of me. 

I wanted nothing to do with him again, and he could keep his goddamn information to himself. 

Ariel glanced at me, her body still covered in flour. And the face she made was so funny, that I wanted to laugh at her. Well, I decided to hold it. 

“Go hit the shower,” I told her, before leaving the kitchen. Marcus walked behind 

1. me. 

I marched to the door, burning with rage. And whatever that guy had to tell me. He could keep it to himself. His intense passion for money had spawned him to do shit, spit nonsense, and to be moved by lunacy. Well, he could go dwell in the sewers for all I care. 

I walked to the gate, and I opened it. I couldn’t see anyone standing there. The area was just void, no single soul passing by. I wondered were this guy was. It seemed like his fear had overshadowed him, and he had finally disappeared. If that was the case, then he had some senses. 

“I can’t see him anywhere,” Marcus said, looking around. His finger pointed to a part of the ground. “He was right here.” 

I let out a deep sigh. “I guess he’s gone.” 

“But with his words, he seemed determined to have a conversation with you.” 

“Oh, Marcus. We can’t actually understand some certain people. They’re just crazy.” 

Just then, I felt a hand on my back, and I quickly turned around. It was Lucifer, or 

whatever his concrete name was. 

Of course, he was dressed in his normal outfit, and it had me wondering if ever took those off. 

“Luke Reynold. I thought you weren’t going to show up,” he spoke. 

“Well I’m here now. So whatever it is, you have to say, tell me now.” 

He cleared his throat, and I totally understand that. 

I turned Marcus. “You can leave now.” 

“Okay sir,” he nodded, and made his way through the gate. 

I gave Lucifer my attention once again. “Will you ever get tired of this nonsense. Why are you acting like you’re obsessed with me?” 

He laughed. “There’s no need to flatter yourself. No one’s obsessed with you.” 

“Then why do you keep on carrying out this bullshit?” I gave him the no–friendly 

face. 

“I’m only trying to help you.” 

“Well I don’t need your help,” I retorted. “You can keep your information to yourself. It’s going to be of no use to me.” 

“Who told you that?” 

“No one,” I replied coldly. “But it’s something I had to realize.” 

“Trust me Luke Reynold, you’re going to be so surprised when I give you this information. You’ll need it.” 

“I told you already. Keep that shit to yourself.” 

He fixed his hand on my shoulder. “There’s no need for you to start being harsh and making rash decisions.” 

“Rash decisions?” I glared at him. “It seems like you don’t know how crazy you look, right now.” 

“Yes, I’m a little bit crazy. But I have a purpose around here, to show you the truth.” 

“With money!” I responded bitterly. “Money is your only purpose here.” 

“I think that’s everyone’s purpose in life.” 

“No,” I spoke beneath my breath, shaking my head. “Your case is different.” 

He laughed. “Oh Luke Reynold. You can be really funny sometimes.” 

10 LDT 

“Get your hand off me.” I gave him a threatening glare. 

“You need to….” 

I interrupted him, seizing his hand, and tossing him to the ground. As he stood up, I seized his hoodie and gave him a hard punch on his face. He fell down. 

“That’s for insulting my mother!” I yelled at him, and gave him another vigorous punch. 

Still giving him the death stare, I watched as he leisurely rose from the ground, trying to catch his breath. 

“You had to disrespect my mother, who’s in the grave! How dare you?!” I forcefully kicked him, and he fell down again. 

“I never said anything wrong,” he said, breathing heavily, as he struggled to get to his feet. “If only you knew about your mother’s true colors, you wouldn’t be doing this right now.” 

“My mother’s true colors? What do you mean by that?” I asked, totally confused of what he was talking about. 

He laughed, fixing his gaze on me. “I don’t think I have to talk much.” 

“You better start talking.” I moved closer to him, and before I knew it, he strenuously hit my balls. The next thing I received, was a punch in the stomach, and two other tremendous strikes followed after that.