Lucifer Damned
Morningstar, Book 3
Percival Constantine
Contents
Before You Start…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
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Afterword
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1
Andrew Greene had been having a good night. He came out to the Red Lion in Lincoln Square hoping for some good drinks, decent food, and with any luck, a chance for some female companionship. His boss had been on a tear on everyone in the office for the past week to finish their projects before the end of the quarter. Stockholders were getting impatient, which meant so were the higher-ups. And that led to crunch time for everyone else.
But it was Friday and Andrew could at least put that out of his mind for the weekend. And he’d managed to do just that. Standing at the crowded bar and sipping a Guinness, he somehow found himself capable of beginning a conversation with Haley. She said she was a graduate student at the University of Chicago. Andrew had barely finished his undergraduate degree at Southern Illinois University, so right from the start it was obvious that Haley had the edge as far as intelligence was concerned.
Fortunately, Andrew had felt renewed confidence thanks to a little bit of work he’d had done on himself. In the six months since then, he hadn’t had much luck, but tonight he was feeling good. Haley was in her early twenties with chin-length brown hair and green eyes. She had a great body and Andrew was starting to feel confident as she laughed at his jokes.
“Hey…” she said, reaching her hand for her drink. But instead of taking hold of her glass, she brushed her fingers against his hand, which held his own beer. Andrew felt a charge and looked up at her. There was something about those eyes that he kept finding himself being swept up in. Her smile was different than before, a little more sultry. And then she said those words Andrew had been hoping to hear ever since he spotted her: “You wanna get out of here?”
“Wh-what did you have in mind?” asked Andrew.
Haley blushed and smiled as she looked down at the counter and swept a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Well…” She looked just slightly embarrassed when she leaned in closer and said in a softer voice, “my roommate’s out of town this weekend.”
A tingle of feeling in Andrew’s lower regions responded to Haley’s invitation. When she made eye contact with him again and asked, “What do you say?”
Andrew’s response was to finish what was left of his Guinness and set the glass down on the counter. “Where do you live?” he asked.
Haley chuckled at his exuberance and finished her own beer. They left the counter and pushed through the crowded bar to reach the exit. Outside, the air was crisp. Despite it technically being spring, it sometimes took the Chicago weather a few weeks to catch up with the season. Haley shivered and Andrew jumped on the opportunity by wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she leaned her head against his chest. “I’m not far, just a little past Western.”
Andrew smiled and the pair walked a few blocks down to the corner of Lawerence and Western. As they waited for the light to change, Andrew glanced around, suddenly feeling the odd sense that they weren’t alone. There were other people around, sure, but it was almost like they were being watched. Andrew looked at the people who waited at the light and further back down the street towards the bar. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
The light changed and Haley pulled him to cross. He gave one more quick survey and then acquiesced. Once across the street, they went another block, but Andrew’s sense that they weren’t alone persisted. He tried to dismiss it as simple nerves and instead allowed Haley to take him down one of the side streets. She then pulled him into an alley.
“C’mon, my building’s just down here. This is a shortcut, we can go in through the back.”
“Yeah, sure…” said Andrew, still feeling the growing sense of dread. Better to get off the street quickly in case they were being followed. Last thing he needed was to get mugged right in front of Haley. He wasn’t much of a fighter and she’d likely feel humiliated if she saw him cower before some gang banger.
Haley stopped right by the back gate of a small tenement. She grabbed Andrew by his jacket and slammed him against the bars. He was shocked at first, but then relaxed once she kissed him. Andrew’s hands found her back and he fell into the kiss. Haley’s body crushed against him and Andrew felt his body warming to her touch.
“We should go inside…” he said.
Haley nodded. “Yeah, inside.” She turned towards the gate and reached inside her purse, rummaging around for the keys. When she pulled them out and searched for the right one, but they slipped from her hands. “Damn, sorry. Butterfingers,” she said and knelt down to pick them up.
Andrew was feeling impatient. Not only because he was excited for what was about to happen, but also because he still felt nervous for what might be out there. And as he looked around, he noticed a guy turn down the alley and start walking towards them. The man was tall and wore a knit cap pulled down to his brow, his chin tucked into his chest to maintain warmth. Not only was he tall, but his shoulders were broad. And there was something
