Devon Tyler has a sinking feeling in his gut.
He can't place it. Everything seems to be in order; his papers, the new spy they put in the Keller family. He even sent the fucking yearly postcard to his mother, but then again he never forgets to send that. And no, it has nothing to do with the apprentice sucking his cock under the desk. It's something else, a bad feeling he can't comprehend. She pauses momentarily. "Does it feel good?" "Sure," he responds. She looks at him funny, but finishes the job. He thinks that maybe he's being paranoid, maybe it's just the chilli he ate earlier. But the feeling fucking persists. He doesn't know what he's done wrong this time. He normally gets this feeling before he gets bad news, but he's trying not to think about it. When she stands and offers to accompany him home tonight, he tells her he'll be busy. She's pretty. Dark hair, bright eyes, full lips. Just his type. But there's a lot on his mind, and he has a date with Antonia later. She doesn't have to know that, though. For all intents and purposes, he's single. She shoves the piece of paper with her number scribbled on in his pocket and licks his earlobe. "In case you change your mind." When his door flies open, minutes after the apprentice, Alicia or Alice, he can't remember, leaves, Sam Henry storms in with puffed cheeks and bulging eyes. He knows he was right all along. Something is wrong, he isn't just being paranoid. He's never 'just being paranoid', and he doesn't know if that's a good or a fucked up thing. "Kane Fredrick is dead." He slams the newspaper on his desk. The words 'Man found dead in river' practically floats off the fucking page. He rubs his eyes. He was expecting this but he did have some hope in the beginning. The guy didn't even last a week, though. This task is becoming more burdensome by the month. "At this rate, we're never going to catch those sons of bitches." Sam sits and runs a shaky hand down his sweaty face. Devon stares at the page for a beat longer and then opens the first drawer on his left. He needs a cigarette. He has to burn this awful news right out of his mouth. "We'll get another one," he simply says as he lights a match. He misplaced his lighter again. He has to get a new one. "Another one? They've killed the last four. What makes you think the board will approve?" Sam stabs at the headlines with his index finger. "We're calling it off. If they want to catch that Keller fuck, they can do it themselves. I don't care how much they're paying us for this! I'll talk to them tomorrow about it. This is out of our league." "No fucking way. That last guy--what was his name?--got close. He slipped, that's all. We'll find someone more competent and get this job done. Our reputation will go to shit if we give up now." There's a lot at stake. Devon doesn't want to work beneath Sam for the rest of his life. He wants that fucking promotion, and he plans on getting it. "I don't want those fuckers to laugh at us. Be fucking optimistic for once." "Yeah? And who do you have lined up for this job? They're all scared shitless. If you think anyone is willing to go on this suicide mission, you're out of your mind. I was optimistic a year ago but there's such a thing as being optimistic to a fault. I'm not going to stand by and watch good men die. It's over." Not to him. Sam's being way too fucking negative. There's always something to be done. Granted, they're surrounded by cowards and the pay isn't that great but he'll find a solution. There's always something to be done. And Devon Tyler always has a plan. He finishes his cigarette and looks at the headlines again. The last agents they sent were all men, maybe that's where the problem lies. Those apprentices he fucks are in no way capable of handling such a task, and besides, they know too much about the company. They'd give them away in a heartbeat if someone made a better offer. He has to send someone who's clueless about how the company runs, that way if they're ever interrogated, there'd be nothing to tell. He isn't sure Sam or anyone in the board will approve of it, but he has to give it a chance. And he knows just who to offer this job to. And he's 100% sure that she's going to take it. At this point, she would do anything. She's desperate enough. "Why are you making that face?" "I have an idea." Sam scoffs. "Of course, you do." "You're not going to like it." "I never like any of your ideas." Devon scratches the tattoo on his neck. It's the face of a bear. His father was killed by one on a hunting expedition when he was five. This tattoo represents his strength but also his weakness. It hurt like a bitch. "There's this girl I've known forever. I think she's the perfect candidate. And before you ask, no, she isn't a spy." He tells Sam about his plan. It isn't perfect but it's getting there. Sam listens intently, not interrupting. By the time Devon tells him everything, he's shaking his head. "You're a dick, Tyler." Devon sits back in his chair. "I want that goddamn promotion, what can I say?" "You're willing to risk this girl's life for it? Look, I don't give a rat's ass about her. I don't even know her. All I'm wondering is why you would send her, especially after everything you've told me, when you know she will most probably get killed?" Devon lights another cigarette. "She won't get killed." "What makes you so sure, Einstein?" He stares at the newspaper on his desk. He thinks of Amelia's face, smiling at him from her bedroom window. She was just a fucking kid when he first saw her, and she was a kid when he left, but she's not a kid anymore. Her brother Aaron was his best friend in school but that was before he got involved with the wrong crowd. After he left home, he didn't talk to her again. Last he heard, she was working at Donnie's. She has a profile on I*******m but she'll have to delete it soon. Nothing much, a few shit quality pictures taken years ago. She's a trustworthy girl, decent, not at all like the apprentices surrounding him who suck his dick in hopes of getting the job. They never do, by the way. They're just not trustworthy. No, her likelihood of being discovered is slim. She's just so goddamn decent. They'll never doubt her, not after they get to know her. Plus she's smart, so she'll get the information quickly. She'll be in and out in a flash, and there'll be nothing to worry about. And as a bonus, he'll get Aaron out of jail for her. She won't say no. And he trusts her to get the job done even though she's in no way qualified for it. Amelia George is his best option. "I just know." Sam stands and clears his throat. "I'll talk to the board but you should know that if she dies, we'll take no responsibility for it. You're on your own." "I'll have to go home for a few days." He hasn't been there in years. Ever since he left when he was 18, to be more specific. His mother will be overjoyed, that's a fact, plus he'll have to speak with Amelia personally, lay it all down on the table. He's confident that she'll agree to it all. His offer is hard to resist. "That won't be a concern. I'll see you then." Sam heads for the door, but then turns back around with a raised brow. "You know, you'll be sending her to hell. As a woman, she's much more vulnerable. I hope you know what you're doing, Tyler." Devon finishes his cigarette. He crushes the butt against the smooth surface of his desk. "I know."I finish cleaning the last table.Donnie left an hour ago, and left me the keys to the bar. That means I'll have to wake up early to open up for the cook. It's one in the morning now, so by the time I get home, I'll have around four hours to sleep.Mom's probably up waiting for me. She never sleeps before I get home even though I already told her not to worry about me. I can take care of myself. But nothing has been the same since Aaron got arrested. She's more paranoid and restless; she calls me every two hours to make sure I'm safe. I don't blame her. His arrest came as a shock to everyone.I wash my hands in the kitchen and hang my apron. I'm so exhausted I could drop to the floor. My limbs are shaking. I had to scrub and clean the entire bar on my own because Sandy called in sick today. I know for a fact that she wasn't sick. She just wanted to get out of cleaning.I'm turning the kitchen lights off when I hear someone come in. "We're closed," I say firmly without turning around.
Devon makes me take the bus.He said catching a flight would imply that I'm not as broke as I'm supposed to be. Well, technically I am broke, but since he's the one taking care of everything, he decides what's best and I don't argue with him. Up until now, I haven't regretted my decision. I'm not even sure this has gotten through my skull yet. I don't even know what I'll do when I get there. He told me to be myself but how can I be Amelia and Yara at the same time? I'll figure it out eventually. I have to.Saying goodbye to my mother was harsh. I told her Devon had a job for me and that it would pay well. Devon says I'll get the job done in a month at most, but I asked him to send my mother some money by the end of the month if I'm not done by then. My salary supports us, without it we can't survive. They'll pay me at this new bar I'll be working at, but we don't know how much yet.I'm not allowed to call home or anywhere Amelia would call. Mom had a hard time understanding all this,
We drive by the city and I can't keep my eyes to myself. Everything is so bright and vivid and everyone here looks different somehow. It's like I'm in a completely different planet, let alone country. Even the way everyone talks is different."Now look, Yara, where we're going is different from anyplace you've ever been. I don't want you to be shocked when you get there, so I'm telling you now. If you see anyone fucking someone else in a corner or whatever, don't stare. Just walk the fuck away. That's considered normal. The boss doesn't mind. And that's what you'll call him, by the way. To Devon, he's a criminal. Here, he's boss. Got it?"I nod. "Who's he?""Damien Fucking Keller.""He runs the Keller family?" That's all Devon told me. I never heard anyone's name specifically. Jason nods, "Yeah, that's him. Now, it's unlikely he'll ever get involved with you, or even his cousin Ethan, but maybe one of the guys will be interested. You take the opportunity, but don't ask anything. The
Damien Keller drains his glass.It was a long fucking night. He opens the bottle of scotch and pours himself another drink. He lights a cigar, too, because despite the shitty meeting, today was a successful day. His negotiations went as planned and he couldn't ask for more. Now, he'll have twice the alcohol coming in and even more men on his side. He feels invincible. As if the entire world revolves around his existence, which is exactly as it should be. Theodora enters his office groaning. She takes off her heels and sinks on the sofa before him. "I'm never partying with that man, Damien. It's just not going to happen. Don't ever ask me for those kind of favors again."He blows out smoke. "Theo, stop complaining. They fucking signed the paper. It's all set. You should be celebrating.""Yeah, whatever. What're you drinking?""Scotch."She scoffs. "Pussy. Where's the vodka?"He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He's ecstatic. He didn't think he could be this content.
Someone taps my arm.It takes me a good five seconds to open my eyes, and a bit longer to figure out where I am. I see a flash of bright red, then bright blue. Another tap.Jason shakes his head. "You can't be such a heavy sleeper around here. You never know when someone will creep in and point a gun at you."I rub my eyes. "What good will waking up do then?"He really thinks about this. He scratches his beard. "At least you'll look the killer in the eye, you know? You'll know why and who. Everyone deserves to know why they're getting whacked, and by whom." He sighs wistfully. "Devon wired some money for your wardrobe. I can't go shopping with you, I've got more important shit to do. Just take a cab downtown and you'll find the stores. Get here by 11:30, because you have a meeting with Keller at 12:00."This news makes me sit upright. "Which Keller?""The boss, Yara. Ethan talked shit about you, so before you sign the employment contract, you'll have a week to prove yourself. Like a t
My hands are sweating. I wasn't expecting to see him just sitting there. What can I do now, especially after his warning earlier?I stay rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do. Well, I do know, but I can't will myself to move forward. He's sitting there with a tumbler in front of him, smoking a cigarette. If I don't move now, I'll be a minute later than I already am, and that will be worse for my case.I start walking, one foot in front of the other, and he looks back as if sensing my presence. I can tell by his expression that he's not at all content. He's eyeing me distastefully. Of course he knows I'm late. He was probably expecting this, and I didn't let him down. Now, he has the perfect excuse to fire me. I'm torn between walking over to him and apologizing or just going straight to the bar and finding something to do. I go with the latter. I don't plan on making things worse for myself.I can feel his eyes on me as I go about wiping counters and cleaning shot glasses. None o
When the general leaves, Damien breathes a lot easier.He despises the man, and he rarely truly despised anyone. He no longer sees the point in maintaining their alliance, but getting rid of him will be costly and problematic. He is currently the only one on his side and even though Damien no longer needs him, killing him will be bad for business. Everyone will hunt him down like game and tear apart everything he owns. He isn't willing to lose everything he spent a lifetime and a half building. No, the general isn't that important.He loosens his tie and lights a cigarette. He smokes it quickly, then lights another. This long, senseless meeting isn't the only issue bothering him and he knows it. As much as he tries to ignore it, it keeps swimming to the surface.The men he sent to the station still did not return or send a message. Rhett's arrest was unexpected. Normally, his men aren't taken into custody. For something like this to happen out of the blue makes very little sense. He t
I wake up with a start. I had a terrible dream. Being chased in the dark by a raving lunatic with a machete. I haven't had a bad dream in so long. The sun's in my face, I must've slept with the curtains open. I get to my feet and shower. I dress in a baby blue dress and golden sandals. I have nowhere to go today, and I haven't heard from Jason.He didn't sleep in, he didn't leave a text. I want to shrug it off as paranoia, but I'm concerned. I only met him a few days ago, but he doesn't seem like this kind of person. Maybe he's just busy, but something feels off.I think of the last time I saw him. He had to leave urgently. Where'd he go? Everyone was so agitated. He did send me the text with the address of the club later, though. So maybe he just had a long night.I'm straightening my hair when the door bell rings. I get to my feet. It must be Jason, that's what I think initially. Then, I stop in my tracks. Why would he ring the doorbell? This is his apartment. I'm the guest, not him