Nikolai POV. Things you’d feel after a good fuck, happy, relaxed, and happy, that’s what most men would say, especially after spending a night with the Devil herself, she’s good at everything she does, a psycho, but the good kind. On the other hand, I was not happy, I was not content, although I enjoyed every second I spent with Devil, the emptiness inside me wouldn’t go away, I tried to push that feeling off, the feeling of being lonely, the fear of dying alone, for god’s sake I’m not even thirty and I’m sounding like an old man who’s family won’t visit him, but I’m not, I’m only twenty-eight, I’m head of my family but still I’m feeling lonely. After Devil left, she simply put her clothes back on and left, thanking me for the night, one of a kind, that’s the best words I could use to describe her. I on the other hand stayed in the room for some extra time, it’s not the physical aspect of sex that got me, it’s the mental one, my therapist once said I need the emotional aspect to en
Nikolai POV. I drank my coffee still looking at the girl, I had seen her before in a diner, she was a waitress there, and she looked out of place, I knew she wasn’t like the other, from the way she wore her uniform, to the way she didn’t even try to flirt or show some cleavages, a rare thing in that type of diners. I remember leaving her a big tip, she could use the money, and she seemed to be in need of a bit of help, and I was more than happy to help with that. I kept sipping from my coffee, enjoying every sip of it, she’s right, it’s a good drink, she has a good taste in coffee. I watched her move around the café, I saw her interfere with other customers, and the smile on her face never dropped. I would’ve given my cousin Angelo to have her in my arms right now, I sound like a crazy man, a psychopath, maybe I am one. Who knows, maybe I am a crazy man, no I know I’m a crazy man, but not crazy enough to kidnap an innocent girl because I’m feeling lonely, maybe I do need to go back
Nikolai POV. After spending a month searching for the pure bloods, no one knew who they were, I had my mans on the street, I had them everywhere, listening, paying, and even threatening to know who those pure bloods are. They are a myth, that’s what I got so far, no one knows anything about them, but unless he was lying to her, he’s working for someone else, but things aren’t that simple. Devil isn’t someone to be lied to, she’s the best at her job, she knows how to get people to talk, if she says the answer is “Pure bloods” then she means it, then it’s real but how to get those, how to find them is the real challenge. After Marco couldn’t find a trace of them, I decided to hire some professional, a professional with a beautiful body, a killer smile, and is a pure psycho. “I’m hiring a professional” I inform my first man, Marco, he just nods yes to me before starting to suggest various names of private investigators. “No, if we can’t find them, neither would they” I answer him, we
Nikolai POV. I have a killing headache, now I remember why I hate meeting with Jason, although we did come up with a great agreement, I’ll get the shipment inside the country, but he’ll do the distribution, most of it. We don’t sell drugs to the poor, we don’t sell drugs to the one whose life is miserable, we sell them to the rich, if they want to fuck up their lives, they could do it, god knows they could afford having their life all messed up. I couldn’t wake up easily, Jason loves his liquor, he can’t hold it well but he loves it, after we agreed on our new work dynamic, Jason spent the night drinking, he tried to dance with some of my girls, but I knew that the girls hate being touched, I don’t allow him to get too close in their personal space, to make them feel unsafe, my work place is a safe place for my workers, every one of them have their own story, one of them is a single mom, the other has a student loan that she needs to pay up, that’s why they ended up working for me.
Nikolai POV. When I got closer to her, I could see her looking around, she was looking around, her left foot was tapping up and down, she didn’t look very comfortable, maybe this is a trap after all, I walked toward her, keeping my poker face on. She gave me a smile, not a real one, not a business one either, she looked like she just saw a ghost, maybe she did, with how crazy she is, I don’t doubt that, she could have done just that. “Devil” I say taking a seat in front of her, she tries to make the smile real, but I could easily tell she’s lying. “Nikolai, what a joy” she says, the words not reaching her eyes, under the fear of her being bugged, I decided to be extremely careful talking with her now. “What would you like to drink?” I ask her to stay under the disguise of us having a date, a date with the Devil, I’m sure the police would enjoy making up stories of me being with her right now.“Wine please,” she says, I call our waiter, and ask for two glasses of wine, wine wouldn’
Elle POV, “Mommy, do you like me still?” I ask her, our four months are over, but I’m still here, I don’t want to leave, I think I found someone who I want to spend my life with, sex isn’t going great with us, we make out, we cuddle, we kiss, she sees me naked, I see her naked but it’s not going much farther than that. “Like you, love you, want you” Devil answers right away, she’s been busy lately, we’re not spending as much time together as we did before, if I need her at night I have to call her, but she doesn’t always answer, she have some new jobs, but it’s not just the jobs that got me worried, I already know she works, I know what her job is. But it’s something else that got me feeling not enough, Devil had sex with someone who’s not me, she refused to tell me whom, I didn’t ask not right away but I knew she did, she had marks, bite marks, even in her job, I don’t think she torture bad guys by making them bite her or have sex with her. I tried to have the sex talk again, may
Elle POV.Last night was awful, I cried through the night, and Devil didn’t come back, I waited and waited but she didn’t come back, not even when the sun came up, not when the day started, not when I had to get up, not when work time came and I had to get ready. I made a giant cup of coffee, I had it through the morning. A sip while checking my notification and emails, my editors take forever to reply and guess what their answer is never what you wanna hear. Next I answered to my comments, the thing that keep me working, other than Devil no one ever said any good comment about me. I took more sips of my coffee getting dressed for work, I was mostly dragging myself forward, my legs refused to lift up from the floor, I was a walking zombie, but work had to be done, I borrowed some of Devil’s make up, everything was a shade too dark for me, but she did have some lighter ones she bought to teach me on how to use them, I took advantage of that, I did some face painting, didn’t do a great
Paul POV. How do I introduce myself? Paul, that’s the name, my age is twenty-one, I’m British, I work in the café with this cute sweet girl, she’s so sweet, but lately every time she comes in, there’s a frown on her face. For the last week, she’s came with big red eyes, she’s dragging her feet on the ground, we became good friends. I couldn’t help it, she’s sweet, loving, and filled of life, we just clicked and became friends, she thinks I’m just a college student, but to be honest I’m not even in college, I never went. But she doesn’t need to know that, I’m just here as a cover, I could just drop out of work, but to be honest I’m staying enjoying her company enjoying the company. But seeing her come every day hurt, seeing her red eyes, I had to ask her what’s wrong, what broke her heart, although I had a good idea what happened, her somewhat girlfriend, a hitman. How does a girl as innocent as her ends up with a hitman, Devil, we all know about her, I never claimed to be a saint,