All Chapters of Deal With The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

"I don't need your help." This is crazy. Why did they let him stay here with me? Do they really think it's a good idea to keep him near me? When did they start trusting vigilantes like him? I furrowed my brows. Cole is just sitting across the room. He's acting like we're friends or something."Looks like I don't need to say it anyway. It's in your head, isn't it?" He's talking about the deal he's been blabbing about. Apparently, he believes I'm a baby who needs daddy's protection. Well, screw that. I don't need his protection. I don't need a serial killer protecting me. That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow.I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath

Just like what Cole told me to do. I followed him. I hate to take orders from him, but I really need that phone right now. I wasn't really expecting anything from his cell, but I was left speechless when we entered his crib that happens to be next to mine. "Why do you have a king size bed?" I asked with an amazed expression. He didn't answer and just went straight to the small table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and took out a noticeably latest model phone. What the... Cole threw me a glance and waved the phone in his hand. "Do you want it or not?" he asked using his playful voice. I gulped. It's not supposed to be attractive. I limped towards him to snatch the phone. "Where did you get all these?" I asked while scanning the whole room. He's got everything. My eyes turned small when I noticed a small fridge.He shrugged his shoulders."I just do."I rolled my eyes. Of course, his answer didn't satisfied me. I turned my back at him as I start to tap on his phone. I sighed

Bright’s POV A way out? What’s that supposed to fucking mean? He’s telling me that he knows an escape route to this place? And in my fucking cell, really? Seriously, I have to stop thinking about what he said. He’s obviously just fucking with me, right? He would have escaped a long time ago if he knew a way to escape. Unless, he’s not trying to leave. “Are you eating that?” I winced when I heard someone speak beside me. I looked at the old man, staring at my food plate like it’s the only thing he cares about. When did he sit beside me? “Uhhh… You mean this apple?” I asked, picking it up to place it on his plate. “It’s yours, old man.” He gave me a surprised look. “Woah! Are you really giving that to me?” he asked in disbelief like it’s the most unbelievable thing that has ever happened to his life. “Thank you! Thank you!” I watched him as he devoured the fruit in his hand. Judging from his plate and appearance, he seemed to be the only average prisoner here. He does