Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

Paying Debts

I woke the next morning to a knock on my door. Sleepily, I wrapped a sheet around me and opened the door. Blinking back tiredness, I tried to figure out why in the nine circles Striker was standing before me. He looked like a new man. Instead of the wounded, narcissistic animal I had met, he looked confident and slightly cocky. 

"Get dressed," He said, pushing past me and into the room, "You're coming with me."

"Excuse you?" I snapped, fully awake now. Drawing the sheet tighter around me, I turned to face him. 

Sprawling out in the chair I had been sitting in the night before when I had heard him banging on the wall, Striker grinned at me. One gold tooth glinted in the morning sun, "You said yourself, you were kicked out of your home right onto that pretty ass of yours. And well, I always repay my debts. You can have the guest room in my apartment."

"Is that so?" I asked, closing the door and moving to gather my clothes. I had not survived this long in Hell by being so trusting.

Striker's eyes followed me as he replied, "Like I said, I always pay my debts."

I weighed my options. This was one of the sleaziest hotels in all of Wrath, it was only a matter of time before I wound up dead and police tape was slung across the door. Looking back at the imp, I replied cooly, "Fine, but if you so much as lay an unwanted hand on me, I will undo the work I did last night and worse."