"Luke?" Mariposa felt the warm liquid running through her fingers. Lucifer smiled softly down at his wife, she was crying for him. "Don't cry baby, I'll be okay." Lucifer sighed and let the darkness take him, he knew his men would keep her safe.
"No, stay with me Luke!" Mari cried through her tears. Reaper and Havoc controlled the chaos. Lucifer's private doctor arrived and checked the wound. "Madam, the Master will be okay. It went through the shoulder, no vital organs were hit. We just need to stitch it up and bandage it. Lay him down for me, madam." The doctor was smart not to have Mariposa move away from Lucifer. It would be easier to keep her safe if she was within the ring of guards that surrounded them. The doctor was quick, he unbuttoned Lucifer's shirt and exposed his upper chest and left arm. The wound was stitched on both sides and bandaged in minutes. Then his shirt was buttoned back. The doctor handed and medicine jar to Mari. "Apply this to the wound three times a day, don't let him get it wet for a week at most. No lifting anything with that arm for a few days. Try to keep him in bed for that long at least." The doctor packed up and left then. Niklaus was standing on the other side of the guards. "You see, your not safe here, someone tried to kill you!" Mariposa took a deep breath, Lucifer's Panthers pressed close to him, she smiled and kissed his forehead before standing up. She let the icy mantle of her new title settle on her delicate shoulders. She turned to face the room now that she knew Lucifer would be okay. "I want Cynthia." She spoke softly and the response was immediate. Two Under bosses stepped forward, Cynthia was handcuffed and struggling against them. One of her new men bowed and handed her a silver handgun with a pearl handle, it had a butterfly engraved on the slide. "Madam, this was to be a surprise for you from our King, he had the gun ordered from us this morning. We have a holster for it that fits against your waist. We will deliver it to you once everything is settled." Mariposa smiled at the man. "Thank you. I like the gift." Her voice was gentle but cold. She turned to face her brother gun in hand. "Yes, my brother, someone did try real hard to kill me. Yet I am still standing. Not because I survived the attack, but because a man I have known less than a day, saved me. Twice." She raised the gun and pointed it at Cynthia. "You hurt My King." Cynthia was shaking in fear now. "I didn't mean to, you were my target. Why can't the just listen to us and go to the Medici family obediently?" A dark chuckle came from behind Mari. Lucifer stood up and leaned against his wife. "Mari was always mine. Allow me my sweet love." He took her gun from her. He raised it with his right hand. Mari held his weight for him. "When the young Medici first grew an interest in my butterfly, she was ten. This was when the Michaelson couple was still alive. I was fifteen. The Michaelson's came to my father and begged him to engage Mari to me as a childhood engagement. My father and I agreed. The Medici family did not like it when I told them that my butterfly was never going to marry their child. That was when the kidnapping was planned. I was the one who saved her then and I will save every time. Mariposa is My Queen, My Wife, My Butterfly." He fired with each sentence he spoke. He shot her in the shoulder, the leg and finally her hand. The same hand she used to shoot him with.
Niklaus was in shock. His parents never told him this. He never knew that his sister was supposed to be the next Mafia Queen. From the expressions on the under bosses around him, they knew. Mari was smiling at her husband with love and trust in her eyes, she didn't the flinch when he fired the gun.
Mariposa entered the master bedroom suite in a lace nightgown that barely reached her thighs. The silk robe was left open and flowed around her like a white cape. Lucifer looked at his wife with a heated gaze. Wife. He can call her that now. She was beautiful with her platinum blonde curls loose and her face clean of makeup. Her beautiful eyes were tracing each ridge of his chest that was exposed to her sight. Lucifer had pulled on drawstring silk pants. Her first experiences with him was under a drugged cloud. He didn't want to scare away his angel. "I could tattoo your left arm. Make those claws marks beautiful and sexy. If you wish." Her voice was soft and full of lust. Lucifer gave her a smile. She loved his smile. It was a half smile, like he couldn't lift that one side of his face. "I am at you mercy tonight. I won't touch you, you get to explore me." He leaned back on the black silk sheets of his bed. His eyes tracked her as Mari came to him, excitement in her eyes. She started with his hands, she kissed and sucked on each finger then worked her way up the right arm to his chest where she paid attention to each line that was inked into his skin. She went down his left arm, tracing a design along the scars until she reached his hand again. Then she went back up and kissed his jaw where the claws reached his face, she went up to his hairline tracing the scars with her tongue. Lucifer was going insane, he wanted to touch her, to pull her over him. But this was for her. This was her night to learn him, to learn his body. Mari kissed his brow and then his nose and finally, she kissed him. Her soft mouth pulled at his mouth until he opened and she delved in to taste his mouth. He growled with pleasure at her unrestrained passion. She broke their kiss and breathed in his own breath. "Do you know how happy I was to know you were the one that saved me that night? That you were my fiancée all along? I am so glad and blessed to have the best man on the planet as my husband, my lover, my King." She punctuated each sentence with a kiss. Lucifer wrapped his arms around her and twisted them so she was under him now. Her legs open on either side of his hips. He nestled into that sweet cradle. "I will never let you go, my Butterfly. You are mine." Lucifer took over and had her undressed and writhing beneath him in seconds