Comrade, oh my comrade

XVIII: 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓪

I ditched his Jeep somewhere in the desert. Getting the attention of an older man in a nice car. He looked like someone's sugar daddy. I guess he thought I was a damsel in distress, the way he pulled over so smoothly, chin up, chest out.

I smiled sweetly at him as he asked me if I was okay. I batted my eyes with a sad sigh.

"I was driving when suddenly my car dipped. Could you help I have no idea about cars?" I smiled, purposely pressing my breast against the window ledge as I bend over. "sounds like you've got a flat sweet thing" He chucked stepping out of the expensive vehicle. He was in a suit, in this hot ass weather. Even though the sun was down, it was still so warm. He gave my outfit a once over. I still had on the all-black with the mask. But I used a big coat in the back of the Jeep to cover up my weapons. It was Banes, I could tell by the smell.

"Looks to me the cars fine," he hummed, crouching down to the tire. I snickered. He looked back, confused, before fear washed over him as I drove a blade into his throat. I yanked it out, wiping it on his suit jacket as he choked. Something in me lit up again. It's been so long. I missed this feeling. My shoulders relaxed as I looked down at the choking man. Crimson poured from his mouth as his terrified eyes pleaded for help. I tilted my head as I crouched down to him.

"Next time, keep driving. You don't know who you're pulling over for," I criticized with a disapproving tick. "Do you have kids? What about the kids" I sighed, lifting and walking to his car. This nice black Lambo was roaring as I slid into the seat, adjusting it.

I knew where my first stop would be. Marcel still stayed five blocks from my old home. He wrote to me while I was in prison, although I never wrote back. I needed a place to lie low and to stock up on ammunition. He was the guy to do it.

Old fuck.  

The car drove smoothly. I had never been in something so expensive. I felt like a bougie little killer as I sped down the streets. The scenery began to become recognizable and a small comfort hit me. I'm free. I could do as I pleased and kill who I pleased. I could eat something other than the food they gave us, which wasn't terrible, but they had us on a strict diet. To keep us firm and healthy. I craved a burger so badly.

I passed the church, keeping my eyes in front. I didn't dare look over. I didn't want to get that small reminder of what I used to have. Who I used to have.

I pulled into his house. He had a thing about unannounced visits. He lives with his family. Being his three daughters. I've met them a few times. They've seemed to take a liking to me, but probably heard about me on the news and changed their perspectives. Oh well. I looked over to the passenger seat as I stopped the car. Leaning forward as I slid the beautiful double blade back on me, pulling the coat back over my body. My head whipped to the door as a loud banging came. It was his second child. Riah. I opened the door to be embraced by the surprisingly strong child.

"Auntie V" she beamed. I made a repulsed face.

"I'm not your aunt," I sighed, ripping her smiling self off and exiting the car. She began to ramble about something when the front door opened. Marcel stepped out and a look of shock exploded on him. He gave the street a once-over before rushing us back in. His house was the same, very personal and expressive. My gaze lingered on a picture of him and Kara, his oldest, at her sixteenth birthday party. I was there for that. I came to collect some new blades and got surrounded by his little offspring.

"Did you escape prison?" His worried voice spoke from behind me. My lip lifted as I turned to him.

"No"

"Did you come for my concert?" Riah asked with a chirp. I shook my head. He rested a hand on her shoulder, signaling for her to go upstairs. As she walked by, I stopped her. "Don't tell the other devils I'm here" she just smiled evilly at me and ran off. I followed the rat with a glare, but a small smile was on my face.