Martin is sitting at the table as the 28s are looking in his direction; since he is alone, they are planning an attack on Martin. The one guy with a tattoo on his head saying dawg walks up to Martin and hits his plate off the table. “So, where is your protection now?” He says as Martin stands up; knowing something is about to happen, he picks up his plate from the floor as the guy pushes his head down to the floor. “Lick this up,” he says in front of everyone; they start laughing as the 28s then says he is their wife tonight. This guy walks forward; he has one eye patched; he is in his late forties and has a high ranking. Martin notices that everyone steps back when he approaches. Then the 27 steps forward to hear what the 28 tells him. The 28 says, “you will be sleeping with me tonight.”The 27 then interferes and says, “that cannot happen; he is under Lucifer’s protection.”“Well,” said the 28, “

“Welcome out, Martin. Is it not a beautiful place on the outside?”“Yes, Sir.”“This is the key to a car and a place.”“Excuse me, Mr. Morningstar, not to sound ungrateful, but I do not deserve this.”“Of course you do. How well do you know your parents?”“Very well, sir, they died,” he pauses, “they passed away when I was little, Sir.”“Well, life goes on, right? You get the strong and the weak; the strong choose to keep in the battle; the weak will keep blaming the past and you, Martin, well, let's say you are not weak.”“Thank you, Sir.”“Larry will ensure that you are well cleaned up.”“Thanks, sir.” Larry then takes him shopping for some clothes.“Larry, sir,” says Martin.“Yes, Martin?”“Why would Mr. Morningstar do this for me?”

“Where the fuck does he get that strength from, X?. He embarrassed me in front of people.”“Fuck, my neck feels as if it is on fire. Did you see his eyes? I never knew he had that power. Mr. X, I need answers, please.”“Yes, sir, I am right on it.” Pacing back and forth in the room, his phone rings. “Hi, Mr. Morningstar. Yes, I am ok. I am sorry for what Joshua did to you.”“It’s ok. I think a proper introduction is needed here. How about we arrange a get-together this weekend?”“Great Idea.Thanks, Mr. Morningstar.”Putting down the phone, he walks up to the mirror. He gets a hair clipper and starts trimming his hair and beard.It is a call from Mr. X. ”Sir, I have information on Joshua. He is wearing contacts like you that are also programmed, so he knows who you are, and also he picked up my IP. The person he is using is a highly skilled hacker. He picked u

Lucifer is now a changed man. It's as if he has been reborn.Upon arriving at the house, Joshua finds Winter and Tiffany in the lounge.“Hey, what are you guys up to?” He asks.“Nothing, just talking about dad. Have you noticed how different he is?”“Yes,” says Joshua, “it is to do with some dream he had. He keeps saying Winter saved his life. Did you see the car dad got her?”“No,” says Joshua, surprised, “I am hearing of this for the first time.”Winter then smiles, “these material things do not bother me.”“I am delighted your dad pulled through. I have a problem,” says Winter, “I can not drive to save my life.”Tiffany laughs, “Joshua and I will teach you then. Don't worry about that.”There is a knock on the door. Joshua walks up to the door, and opening it is Martin. “Come in,” says Jo

Arriving home, running to the house. “Dad and Tiffany, we need to talk.”“Sure,” says Lucifer, “but let me get my suit on,” Lucifer is standing by the mirror, putting in his perfectly fitted suit.Andrea enters the house wearing high boots black crop top, and jeans. Her black hair falls effortlessly over her shoulder. Her eyes have eyeliner. Winter glancing over at Andrea, wearing those sexy clothes, annoyed her. She felt fat since her pregnancy, and she couldn't help but find Andrea building ideally. Lucifer enters the living room, “yes, you wanted to talk?”“It's about Martin.”Andrea's eyes widen; in a distinct voice, she says, “what about Martin?”“He was trying to kill my dad all along. He also got someone to track us and kill us.”Tiffany is shocked to hear this because she trusts him. “He's not poor; he was never poor; this is the proof,” h