𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 14 ♡

July 14th.

The art show was crowded. Hans is far more popular than I thought. But, it sort of begs the question of, are there here for the artwork, or for the drugs?

"Huh," I point to the painting on the wall. "Do you think that kind of looks like a vagina?"

Nic turned to look at it. He shrugged with one shoulder, "Kinda. Don't let Hans hear you."

"Right," I immediately lower my tone. We begin walking again, the room filled with quiet conversations. 

Red dress and heels on with my hair straightened. Nic wore black dress pants and a black button-up shirt with his sleeves cuffed. He looked handsome, although I'd never tell him. The most dangerous and evil people are always the most beautiful. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hans standing beside a painting beside us, and seemed to be explaining its meaning to a small group of people.

"So, Mr Jones," I raised my tone. "I'm so happy we decided to come here for our honeymoon - oh, Hans!"

I pretended as if we had just naturally run into him, acting surprised to see him. 

"Mr and Mrs Jones, how good to see you," Hans laughed. White hair, tanned skin, black suit. 

"Your artwork is amazing," I complimented. 

"Oh, please," he waves his hand. "Hey, I have to keep on doing this, but will you two stay for the after party?

I nod, "Of course."

Hans goes back to speaking to the small crowd, and I grab onto Nic's arm and pull him away.

"After party?" he complains in my ear.

I turn to look and him and nod, "Yea, after party. You know, like this?"

I use my finger to make it look like I'm doing cocaine. He nods, as we continue walking around. 

Slowly, people began leaving the party. It didn't take long until only a few remained, and all of them fit the same profile. Twitchy. Seemed a little paranoid. All had their eyes out for Hans. They were all drug addicts, waiting to buy from him. 

"I have a theory," I share with Nic, as we stand alone beside a painting. "I think Hans is involved in the Mexican cartel."

"Why do you think that?"

I purse my lips to the side, "I don't know. Just a feeling. I think he used to live down in Mexico, but drove up here to set up shop."

"Maybe. Hades hates the Mexican cartel, could be why he's interested in him," Nic shrugged. 

"Maybe we should like, bring it up or something...." I shrug. Nic looks at me like I'm stupid. 

He mocks my voice, "Yea, lets go up to him and say, 'Hey Hans, are you part of the Mexican cartel, hehe? By the way, do you like my lipstick?'"

I hit his chest lightly, "I don't sound like that. And okay, maybe it wasn't the smartest suggestion."

Hans begins to approach us, so we both straighten ourselves out and act like we weren't just talking about him. 

"Hey, good to see you guys," he smiles at us, drink in hand. 

"Good to see you also - what are you drinking?" I ask.

He looks at his cup, "Oh, this is just some rum. Would you like some?"

"No no," I shake my head. "More of a smoker than a drinker."