Complications Part 2 | Ray x reader

Chapter 8

•Warning: This story may not suit some readers as it contains gore, depression, NSFW, suicidal thoughts, mature scenes, death, manipulation, etc. Please proceed with caution and respect me, the author, and other readers.

Within this story, I have changed significant things to see a more appropriate fit for the characters. The characters are adults•

🖤Don't trust everything you see. Even salt looks like sugar.🖤

As soon as you entered your room, you threw your luggage on the floor with an unpleasant attitude. When you express your displeasure with Ray, he doesn't blame you; he can see your ire. But, for the most part, he's ashamed of himself for enlisting you once again in his calamity. Even though Ray had placed his hand on your lower back to make you feel more secure in his company, you shoved him away and hurried toward your room.

Dressed as a masked assassin, you donned a wig and shades and a black fitted dress with long sleeves and a cinched bottom. And Ray wore an unbuttoned button-up shirt that revealed a white shirt beneath. And his hair was covered by a dark gray beanie. It wasn't his style to wear grey sweat pants and sandals, but it was the only way he could avoid being overtly noticeable.

Your eyes closed as quickly as possible as you made your way over to the large window and sat down on the mattress. Hands gripped the cotton fabric that wrapped and covered your body, releasing a shaky exhale. How much longer? When were you going to get out of this situation?

Oh, you wished that you were back at your old apartment, living next door to Don and a few blocks away from Gilda's job. You missed running late for work, being scolded by your neighbors about your carelessness, and being nosy.

As soon as he finished locking the door, he took yours and his suitcase and deposited them in the small closet nearby. You heard him say, "We should be prepared and have our things together to leave without hassle when the time comes." You, on the other hand, chose to ignore him. You don't know what to say to him, and you don't want to say anything. Since he's made your life a living hell, you didn't want to associate yourself with anyone who has ties to the devil. Because of your silence, Ray assumed you were angry with him. But, on your face, he can see it. You might be able to hide your true feelings from others by the way you speak, but the expression on your face and eyes always tells a different story.

"We've asked Norman and a few others to watch the house to see if there's anything fishy. But, for the time being, I'm not going to tell anyone... If that's the case, "he murmured incoherently. He shook his head and abruptly cut the conversation short before making his way to the window and peering through the drapes. Even though Ray would have preferred an expensive five-star hotel, this one was acceptable.

You can both sleep comfortably in this apartment-styled hotel, including a bed and a sofa bed. He appreciated the cleanliness despite the small size of the bathroom.

Because Ray wouldn't give up his password, you had to pay for the room with the money on your card. They've got their eyes and ears open wide. How do you know who's involved with the people who are out to contact you? You're unknown, unlike Ray, who is a household name. So you didn't have to worry about anyone noticing that you were using your name and credit card to get into the room.

You talked to a young woman behind the counter, and Ray kept his head down most of the time, pretending to be busy on his phone. You've slipped through the cracks without anyone noticing or asking any questions. Finally, along with the long flight of stairs with your heavy luggage in tow, you made your way to your room in the quiet of the night. Unfortunately, you were on the second floor, not the third. Since it's on the ground floor, Ray had hoped to be closer to the back and side entrances, which was disappointing.