Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story

Proof

Against my better judgment, I let Striker in. Some small, sadistic part of me wanted to hear how he tried to explain his way out of this one. 

"What you saw was nothing more than a business transaction," He began, taking a seat on the couch where I had been wallowing in misery not but a few moments ago. I took a post leaning against the counter to the kitchen, close enough to hear but far enough away to avoid physical contact. 

"That woman was a succubus," Striker continued, "She was hiring me to off one of her clients who kept refusing to pay her. What you saw was her offering to 'tip me handsomely', as she put it. What you didn't see after you stormed out was me refusing that offer."

I crossed my arms, it was too neat of a story. When I didn't reply, he shrugged, "That's the truth, whether you believe it or not, darlin'."

"Prove it," I said, wanting to actually see some proof of his story. 

Striker rolled his eyes and pulled out a rather beat up cellphone. After punching in a number, he put it on speakerphone as it rang.

"Tiffany here," A sultry voice picked up the call, "How can I get you off?"

"It's Striker," He kept his eyes on me as he spoke, "Did I or did I not refuse your offer of a tip this evening?"

"Huh?" Tiffany's voice was now confused, "You told me you had a partner and didn't want to betray their trust. Why? Did you change your mind?"

"No, darlin'," Striker answered, "I was just trying to prove a point. I'll call you when the bastard's dead."

With that, he ended the call and turned his attention back to me, "Do you believe me now?"