Devil POV.
Last call to all the passengers of fly 1996, the microphone said, I was late to get on the plane, I’m the last one to get on the plane, but since I’m late everyone is just waiting for me. I walked in like I own the place, I feel like I own the place although I don’t, but if you act like it, everyone would believe it.
I took my seat, and asked the flight attendant for champagne, I had to sit down and wait for now, I have big plans, I can’t go back to my home, my place is burned out, instead I decided to book myself a room in the hotel, that’s much better, I don’t plan on staying here for long, I’m just here to get what belongs to me back, it’s time for me to just sit out of the game, hitman job isn’t a forever job, I do plan on getting another more stable job in the end one way or another.
“Please buckle your seatbelts, we’re about to land” another voice calls, I take my earphones out of my ears and got my seatbelt done waiting for the landing, I was the last to leave the plane, I never loved the crowds, too much of a chance to get hurt or shoot, or maybe even stabbed.
I left the plane and walked toward the baggage, I only had one big suitcase with me, my things get shipped wherever I go, or I’ll just buy new things, selling the old ones. It’s all business for me, everything could be turned into non traceable greens for you to get away and get a new identity, I left the airport and got a car, a rental for now, although I miss my red Camaro, this one isn’t as eye catching, better to keep it down for now.
I got in the car and drove off toward Elle’s job, hoping she’ll be here, if she’s not I could wait, I made it there after about a forty minute drive, I parked my car, got out of the car and walked inside the cafe my heels clicking with every step, I took a seat, my regular seat, no one seems to have recognized me, I kept my shades over my eyes looking around to see if Elle was here, just my luck, she wasn’t instead there was another guy there, just my luck, I stayed there hoping for her to come, but hours passed and she still haven’t came, I ordered a coffee, some patisserie and another coffee before giving up on her coming, frustrated I left the cafe and made it back to my hotel, I gave them my name, and got in my room.
I was angry, devastated, and frustrated, the mix of everything hitting in same time, I lost my shoes, throwing the heels away too angry, I then took my shirt off ripping it in the process but not caring about the shirt, next I took off my skirt. I went to the bathroom wearing just my underwear, I took those off too, and got inside the shower, letting the hot water hit my body helping wash the disappointment off me. I felt tears go down my face, masked with the hot water, that all helped me feel better, no one could see me cry right now, no one could tell how hurt I am from loosing Elle, at not being able to find her.
After my burning hot shower, I covered my body with a robe, I brushed my wet hair and moved toward the bed, sitting down and getting my laptop out, I opened her page again, I need to message her, I need to have a direct conversation with her. Instead of leaving cryptic messages over her comments, I went more on the blunt side, I was desperate to find her, desperate to talk to her, I didn’t care anymore.
“Hello from your Nathalie” I messaged her right away waiting for her reply it took her some time to answer me, enough time for my blood to boil, enough time to get me all worried about her, I need to have her back, I’m going crazy here.
“Hi?” she answers me, not recognizing it’s me yet.
“Why don’t you tell me the story of the psycho who fell in love” my message said.
“I think that would be the book you’re reading, but I’m not sure about the happy ending yet” she answers me, she should know I’m back now.
“What if the psycho is back, wanting to meet you. What time are you in work?” I message her, I want to have a long talk with her, but first I have to talk to her, to make sure she’s safe and can meet me out.
“If my psycho wants me back, I’ll be at work tomorrow, at noon” she answer me, finally I got my answer, I could go get her.
I stopped answering, I didn’t say if I’ll be back or not, if she’s gonna meet me or not, I can’t tell her that I’m here to have her back, not over some random messages, that have to be done in person.
I laid back on the bed, what to do now, she won’t be in the cafe till tomorrow, I can’t stay in the hotel, I need somewhere else, I don’t trust hotels, it’s a miracle I trust anyone, is the bounty on my head still there or is it safe for me to go out and make my presence known, a person who doesn’t have any loyalties like me, I have way too many enemies for this to work out for my side.
I couldn’t stay here, if I need some information, I have to get out and get them, I got some new clothes out of the suitcase, I dried my hair using my air dryer, fixed it with my straightener followed by my curling iron making my hair all wavy and bouncy, I moved next to my make-up, covering all the signs of my sadness, all the sign of my imperfection, I was painting a mask on my face, one that would make me look invincible.
I got my shoes, my regular high heels, and got out of the hotel with a big smile on my face, a big fake smile, one that hurt to be on my face even, I’d prefer to stay inside and mourn my bad luck, but that’s not an option. I take care of myself, I have no one else to lean on, I never had that privilege in my life.
I made it out of the hotel and into my car I drove off toward the regular bar, it’s where most of the info are being traded, this bar is owned by the Italian, hopefully they wouldn’t want to kill me too, I was on good terms with their leader, I hope I’ll get a free pass. I got inside with a big smile on my face, the same fake smile, I went toward the bar and ordered a fruity drink, I had to be sober.
People didn’t seem to recognize me by my look which was perfect for me, I just listened to their chats, I made friends, talking to them laughing when needed, saying the needed oh and ah.
“Is there any bounty going around?” I ask with a smile.
“A bounty hunter?” the guy I’m talking to asks, I just nod, I’ll go with that.
“There’s one over any info about the pure bloods, another over the psycho hitman, his name is Devil I think. Strange name if you ask me” he says, mixing my gender with a he, I just smiled, if people think I’m a he, I might be safer than I thought I was.