Logan's Tribrid

4.

Willow's POV:

I arrived back to my apartment with no trouble from anyone, for once. This is the perfect job opportunity, a demon is my boss.

I drop my purse on my couch before going to my bathroom and undressing before hopping into the shower.

Boogie woogie woo played from my small circular speaker as I cleaned my body. After 30 minutes I exit and put my cow print pajamas on.

I walk out and head to the living room to get my phone from my purse but when I reach the living room, it's not on the couch where I put it. In fact, the TV was on and it wasn't when I walked in.

My small recliner in the corner was angled in a slightly different direction and the pepper shaker that was previously in the cupboard, was now on the counter.

I activate my heightened senses and sniffed the air while I listened for breathing or footsteps. There were none. But the scent of an unknown demon lingered in the air.

I grabbed my purse before going to my room and locking all windows and doors. I made sure my dagger and gun were under my pillow in case I needed it before going into a not so peaceful slumber.

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Unknown POV:

"Dad, it's done. The target has no clue I entered. She was in the shower."

"Thank you son. You may go to bed now."

I nod before walking to my room. She thinks she can harm one of our own and get away with it. No, he was one of our most trusted men, and she tortured him relentlessly. He had a mate and a family. She'll pay for killing my best friend.
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Willow's POV:
Willows dream, 3 years ago-

I met this demon guy. My whole goal was to get information from him. At the time, I use the fake name, Isabella Johnson. At the time I had my hair dyed pink and had green contacts.

My only hope is to get to hell, back to my family. I have no clue what this guy could have to do with my family, I only know that he lives in hell and I need a way to enter that portal.

He currently had me pinned to the wall of some abandoned building, lust swirling through his eyes as he kissed down my neck, about to take my biker shorts off.

"Joshua, I'm not ready yet. Please stop."

He kept going. "I've told you Isa, if you want to be with me then I'm going to need pleasure."

"And I told you I'm trying to save myself for my mate."

He huffed in annoyance. "You've had dick before, Isabella. Whether you liked it or not. What's one more hook up. You're mate will reject you already anyway. No one wants a used mate."

My eyes brimmed with tears but I held them back. He went back to his work of stripping me of my clothes.

I stood silently as he did as he pleased before a thought finally came to mind. What the duck am I doing? I'm stronger than this.

I pulled the dagger from my ponytail and chopped his dick straight off as soon as I realized he was naked.

He screamed in agony as he dropped to his knees. "I said I'm not ready. Maybe next time you'll listen." I examined the dagger in my hand as his grunts finned the room.

"Let's cut to the chase, Joshua. Since you're showing your true colors, I'll show mine."

I knelt down, face to face with him. "Tell me how to open the portal to hell."

"Fuck you!" He spat before grabbing his pants at the speed of light and pulling out a silver knife. Before I have time to react, the knife cut from below my nose in a diagonal line, ending at the corner on my lip.

I stand up straight as the silver burnt my lip. After a second, my thought straighten out and I kick him in the face causing him to fall back.

"Give me the portal!"

"Never!"

I punch and kick him as many times as possible before asking one last time and getting the same response. I plunge my fist right through his head, causing brains and blood to go everywhere.

"Fuck this."

And I take my leave.

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I wake up, startled. My hand immediately went to the scar on my upper lip before releasing a sigh. I looked at the time, it being 9:00am. I get up and do my morning skin and hygiene routine. I put my clothes on along with makeup.

It was now 9:40 so I walk out and head to Mr Riley's office.

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Lol, didn't feel like writing anymore.
Kinda shorter chap but yk a lot happened.