VENGEANCE OF ILLEGITIMATE CHILDREN

4 Years Later

Lucifer took Ezza on a beach, today he wants to enjoy his time with the woman. I don't know what she's feeling, she just wants to be together for today. The vague feeling made him confused to feel. 

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I love it," answered Ezza, his eyes not spared from the beautiful vision, not forgetting his hand to embrace Lucifer's arm, not intending to let go.

Lucifer took Ezza around making the woman very happy. Seeing an empty long chair, Lucifer took Ezza to sit there and see the beautiful scenery of the afternoon.

"Wash how did you know I was in Paris?"

"It's not hard for me to find you. Wherever you are it's easy to find you,"

"really? You haven't been spying on me all this time, have you?" Ezza looked at Lucifer with a glance.

Lucifer glanced, looking at the face whose eyes were currently poking full of probes at him. 

"What if I was spying on you, did you do something weird?"

"No! I've never done anything weird."

"Oh really?" Now it's Lucifer's turn to be full of probes.

"Ish, I'm loyal, not like you. There's probably a lot of women you've dated,"

"Whatever you think." Lucifer rattled the long hair with anxiety.

Long enough to chat and time has shown the night, Lucifer drove Ezza home to his residence. In front of a large house, the car stopped in front of the gate.

"Aren't you in?"

"I have business after this. Next time I'll stop by,"

"All right," 

Ezza was a little disappointed because Lucifer did not want to stop by for a while to his house. His face was on a bend with pursed lips irritated. Lucifer who saw only showed his small smile. Pulls Ezza's head and kisses the lips gently. Groping and wiping it.

The two exchanged saliva as the lips and tongue twisted together, enjoying the sweet taste that made them opiate.

Long enough they kiss and Ezza is out of breath, Lucifer takes off, sticks his forehead in Ezza's forehead with his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss that just happened.

Slowly those eyes opened, staring at the beautiful face of Ezza who met. His hands stretched out rubbing his wet lips as a result of his salivation. 

"Come in and rest. I know you're tired today. I'll call you later," 

Ezza. Although he actually wanted Lucifer to stop by for a while, but he did not dare to force. 

Ezza opened the door to get out. But just as Ezza was about to lower his leg, Lucifer pulled the body back and kissed it again. Somehow Lucifer didn't want to see Ezza leave. 

This time Lucifer's kiss was a little different, more rough and demanding. Ezza got excited about what Lucifer did. 

Mm….

Ezza hit that chest out of breath.

Lucifer who knew immediately let go of his kiss, looked at the pouting Ezza. 

"Why kiss me like that? I can't breathe" she pouted.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it" Lucifer said softly. 

"All right, I'll forgive. But after this don't do it again. If you ask for it I'll give it to you. I don't like you being rude,"

Lucifer nodded and after that Ezza got out of the car into his house. While Lucifer was still loyal there staring Ezza lost from the sight of his eyes. 

After Ezza disappeared from his sight, Lucifer leaned his head on the chair and rubbed his face violently. What he did just now. Why couldn't she hold it back, holding back from kissing those sweet, rancid lips. 

"Damn!" Dump him and start the car, leave the place and return to James's base. On the way a lot of money he thought of, especially the place where he would set up a headquarters for his group. Lucifer takes his cell phone and searches for Evan's number, asking him to find a safe and spacious place for his group. 

Tut's…

Tut's…

Tut's…

"Where?"

"I'm in Paris."

"The paris? Why are you there?"

"I have important business. Oh yeah, there's something I want to tell you,"

"Say, what's wrong?"

"I need a large land and a very large building. I want to make that place my headquarters. I now have many members, please find a good place for me. For the place he's looking for in Italy, I want that country to be where my headquarters are,"

"Alright I'll call someone to find a place at your request,"

"Mmm, I'm waiting to hear about it,"

Lucifer ended his call.

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4 Years later

A handsome man with his adult face got off the plane he was just boarding. Sunglasses perched on his nose, in neat clothes walked so dashingly. He is Lucifer, a young man who is currently back in his home country, Indonesia. Country he had long left.

Today would like to visit his long-abandoned family, his older brother's family, Mesya.

But he just got off the plane, an incident made him upset and angry. Someone hit and scolded him.  Lucifer who knows who the man is clenching his hands. Angry at remembering what happened in the past. A bad memory he never wanted to remember again. The Bramestyo family are still arrogant and arrogant.

"Do you have no eyes?" Angered Ana, when it was clear she was wrong because she did not see the right way. 

"Those who have no eyes, madam." Lucifer answered in a cold tone.

Ana stared intently at the young man in front of her. But when he looked at that face and eyes, he seemed to know the young man in front of him. It looks familiar.

"You….." Ana thought hard, remembering who the young man before her was. Long enough to remember, Ana also remembered who the young man, the young man she hated so much. "Barraggar. Oh, it's worth it that I never saw you, it turns out you weren't in Indonesia."

Lucifer, who heard the name The bastard son, clenched his hands, hardened his jaws. Staring sharply at the middle-aged woman.

"Get your mouth mistress,"

"Is something wrong? Isn't that a fact, that you're a bastard?"

Lucifer further hardened his jaw, staring intently at the woman who was not afraid of him. Furious as the bastard came out of the middle-aged woman's mouth, Lucifer's hand lifted and strangled Ana's neck firmly.

"I'm not like I used to be whenever you could step on Miss Ana. If you don't want your mouth ripped, then keep your talk," Lucifer stared intently in a cold tone. Making Ana who saw and heard a little fear, especially Lucifer did not mess with his words. It was evident that young man dared to strangle him at this moment.

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