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19 : Lucifer's POV I walk back to the hide-out also known as the mansion where only the important people of the mafia stay, along with the trustworthy members of the maids and butlers. The other members stay in another mansion where my human tracking occurs, and strippers live. I reach down into my pocket for my phone and pull it out when I felt the ringing and constant vibrating. Not even bothering to check the ID, I place it up to my ear after pressing 'accept'. "Wait," I state into the phone before I end the call. I walk up into the house through the white wooden front door this time. Everyone looked up at me and when they realized it was me– their master, they quickly looked down except for my little nephew who ran up to me. "Uncle, where is aunt Nessa? I want to play cops and
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