Thirty-five.

Devil POV.

Oh god I hate the Irish, they are bad employee, too sloppy, not enough information, and un-trustable, and that’s my friends is exactly why I didn’t work for them, I worked against them. But joke on me, my mission was compromised, and I’m sad to say I was caught.

I wasn’t thinking about me in that moment, I didn’t really care about me, what I was really worried about was Elle, I promised to come home to her, to explain things. She was worried I didn’t like her anymore, I could see that in her eyes when she looked at me, she was scared I’d give her up.

I’d give my left kidney over for her, well my right one too, I’d give my whole life for her, after the four months were over and she agreed on staying with me, I was so happy, my life changed then, to the better. But now these jerks are ruining my only chance of happiness, they’ll kill me and break her little heart, I need to get away, and I need to do so soon.

I tried to sweet talk them, to promise them to give them some in