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Without further adieu, here is the next chapter...

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DEVI BHATT

"It's them," I panic.

"It's not them," he tries to reassure me.

"It is, don't lie to me when I'm terrified," I scowl. That's when I hear another engine– it could be them or a regular passerby. "No no no no."

"Fuck," he curses behind me, clicking off the safety of his gun. "I'm going around this building to find who the fuck that was."

I whizz my head around. "No you are not, you don't even know if there's one person. There's only two people in this party right now. Me. And you."

Bullets click into place. "And I'm the best chance we've got."

I recoil. "Did you just dismiss my ability to help?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Just let me do this and listen– I'm the one who's in charge here, not you. Remember that."

I blink at what he just said– how he just put me in my place. I shouldn't be surprised by this because it's how it should be but I can't help but hate it.

"Okay, fine," I raise my hands in surrender. "Just don't get yourself killed, mafia man."

Everytime I call him that, I hope to piss him off. Yet every time, I'm met with disappointment

His eyes are black almost. "Stay here."

No thank you, not when I'm shaking in my heels and sari.

"Of course."

He pauses and looks over his shoulder. "Still got that knife with you?"

My eyes widen and I stumble over my words. "Uh– I do– yes."

How he knows I don't kn– Oh it was probably from Thailand.

"Good," he nods. His body disappears around the back making my attention zone back onto the sounds coming from the speaker. The air grows thinner with the knowledge of me being alone.

Despite the loud noise coming from it, it still feels too quiet and silent. It feels empty. I step forward, the sound of my heel echoing around the room. Around the perimeters of the room are crumbling pillars with cracks all the way down. The tiling of the floors is uneven and has different patterns blotted everywhere. Dust particles are everywhere indicating this place hasn't been used for a while–and us arriving just disturbed it.

I decide to walk down the stairs to have a look around. He said to stay here– not in this exact spot so why not?

I tread carefully, making sure my heels don't disturb the atmosphere too much. With every too loud of a step my chest rises and falls with anything but ease. Sweat is starting to gather on my temple.

My bangles won't stop making sounds– I feel like taking them off right now because it's freaking me out so much– why did he have to leave me?

I'm contemplating every life choice now. Why am I exploring this large room when I'm terrified? Why did I allow myself to think doing this whole job was alright? Why couldn't I have run the other way when I saw him? Why didn't my mom use birth control?