She's the devil

1.First meeting

Denvil Santiago

Six years.

Six fucking years have already gone by. The anniversary is already here, fuck.

I can do this, I'm strong. Powerful even. These people will pay for what they did. He will pay for his doing.

It's nice knowing you're finally starting something you've been waiting for the past five years. I started planning this more than six years ago.

I walked into the club. The bright neon lights blinding me. There were people everywhere, dancing, drinking and making out even. I went to the bar to see him. His dark brown hair is curly, emerald green eyes cast on his phone screen.

I can't wait to hear him scream as I torture him to death. Those green eyes glaring at me as blood spills from his body.

I walked over to him with a smirk playing on my lips. ''Missed me?'' But the smirk on my face is not only there because of a stupid kill he "needed my help" for. No it's because he has no fucking idea what is coming for him.

He looked up from his phone. ''Not really.'' He gave me a straight face, no emotion. Just like I thought, loyal, like a dog.

Why did I marry him, again? I guess I was just young and crazy.

He looks like he wants to get the fuck away from this club.

And me, probably. Not a big surprise.

''Oh, come on. I know you did.'' I said as he got up, picked up the bag. We walked to one of the private rooms. Me after him.

''So, how bad is the guy?'' He looked me straight in the eyes as we sat down at the table.

I gave him a devilish grin. ''Let's say nobody will be able to identify his body'' I cut the guy, he told me to kill up, I cut his head off and burned his face and ruined his fingers with my knife so they really won't be able to identify him. As Julio had told me to.

I was also angry and had to take it out on someone, so I guess that's a plus.

And being alone in a room with him does nothing good to my murderous instincts.

God, lots of people think I'm some crazy psychopath. I just know the news reporters reporting my murders are scared, I know they think they are next. But they aren't, I have one mission, kill the ones is wrong.

The blood will be everywhere when I'm done with them, him.

He shook his head. ''You're crazy.''

''Oh, baby, I know.'' I laughed a fake laugh that made myself cringe inside.

He opens his suit jacket and slides hand beneath to reveal a small golden key. I put my hand in front of him. He puts the bag he brought with him and the key for it in my hand.

''Thank you, sweetheart.'' I say while unlocking and opening the bag. ''Three million?'' I know he never had messed with these things but I count quickly. I mean, who knows? Right.

''Yea. I'll go order champagne'' He walked out. The guy is seriously going to be this careless about hurting me.

Not like he has a reason to be joking around me.

Xavier Castello

I see her walking into the private room with him in the cameras. He told me he will be meeting her today. We've been planning this for about a month. She is drop dead gorgeous. She has black long wavy hair, tanned skin, blood red lips, and her body. She has a nice ass, medium sized boobs, not too big, not too small and slim waist. The short, black dress clings to her body like a second skin. She looks like a fucking hooker, with her high heels. I would definitely fuck her, but unfortunately I don't mix business with pleasure.