Lesser Evil

1| The Villain

"Which one is her?"

"She's supposed to be wearing a white sweater underneath a denim jacke—"

"Do you have a fucking picture of her? You aren't exactly helping. There are hundreds with the same appearance."

A painful sigh sounded from the other end. Good, he had annoyed me enough already. "Who pissed in your cereal? Ah, wait, you must've not taken any drugs yet."

"Yes, and I'm having a very shitty day so send me a picture of her before I come there and blow your head off, okay?"

"Jeez, fine, give me a second."

While I waited for his second to pass by, I drew my eyes to the view in front of me, which wasn't much except for girls exiting the university building. The early winter hues of nature might've seemed pretty had I not seen the darker side of this world plenty already.

"Picture sent. Her name is—"

"Spare me the details. I have no interest in knowing her name." I drawled, pulling the cigarette out of my mouth to puff out the smoke that soon filled the car, obscuring my view.

Next, I brought my phone down from my ear to see who exactly I was supposed to be... working with today.

"She's so basic, I don't know what you were thinking when you started giving me verbal descriptions." I turned back to the 'view' to spot this girl.

"She's pretty, man, don't say that. You might even get a chance with her."

I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car. The black door slammed shut with a squeak. Yet another thing to fix about my trash for car vehicle.

"Now, let me do my work. And, you better not call me unless it's for informing that you want her, understood?"

He chuckled like something was so fucking funny. Nothing was funny about what I was going to do. "Good luck."

Don't need it. I only need her.

Between the hundreds of girls, I walked with my hood lowered over my eyes to conceal their view of me but I could see every single one of them. Not one male in sight. Figures her father would put her in an all-girls university.

She was just so innocent, pure and delicate. I rolled my eyes once again. That kind was the hardest to deal with, especially because sometimes they awoke that dormant side of my conscience that nagged me about them not deserving what I was going to do.

I shook my head. It didn't matter if she deserved it or not, she was only a source of money for me. All of them were.

One side of my lip kicked up when I spotted her, walking out with a bag over her denim-clad shoulder, two books in hand and hair messily flying in the breeze. The sight might've been beautiful if I was looking for a lover and not a prey.

I stepped in front of her, cutting her path.

"Hello," I held out my hand. I knew she wouldn't shake it, but a man could try, right?

She eyed it like I had held out a gun. I could've done that, but I wanted to play nice first. I wasn't looking for a chase.

"Who are you?" Her eyes shot up to my face. An evil smirk touched my mouth, and her eyes narrowed at the action. She was suspicious. Smart girl.

I put my hand down and into my pocket. "Let's say that you and I are going to be friends, princess." She even looked like a princess, having never done anything wrong in her life.

She took one step back, I took one forward. "Don't call me that, I don't even know you."

"Who says you have to know me?" I watched our surroundings for a second. She'd taken the mostly abandoned gate to exit so there were no more than ten people around us. Perfect.

She did the same and checked the surroundings and took a few more steps back. I didn't move forward this time, rather idly watching her. I'd done this too many times to know what her next move was going to be.

She tightened her arms around her books and stared at me and the distance between us before she did exactly what I had expected her to do. She ran.

My hand whipped out to latch onto her arm, successfully halting her. "Not so fast, princess. Come here."

This time when she looked at me, it was with fear and terror. "P-Please let me go. Please!"

"That is something I cannot do, I'm afraid. Now please do me a favor and put those books in your bag, hmm? I don't want to catch them when they fall." Her face twisted in confusion. I cocked an eyebrow, silently motioning for her to do what I asked. With shaky hands, she reached for her bag and stuffed those books inside and zipped it back up.

"Who are you?" Even her voice trembled.

"You'll know soon enough."

Deciding I had heard her meek voice long enough, I drew out the handkerchief from my back pocket and placed it over her face. She struggled and thrashed in my hold like she was actually capable of getting away. A good fifteen seconds later, her body went limp in my arms, her bag instantly causing her to fall.

I carried her through the narrow alley and toward my car, ensuring no one had seen us and laid her down on the backseat of my car.

I shot a text to my... client.

Me: I have her.

Unknown number: Good, I'll get back to you after a few days.

Till then, this nuisance was mine to handle.

I turned to look at her, splayed out on my backseat. For a second, just a second, I felt somewhat bad for her. It was all because of her good-for-nothing father. He could've so easily protected her from me, from them. But he chose to be ignorant, chose to give more importance to his pride and ego than his daughter. Yet, I would have to hear her cry out for her father every day until I got rid of her.

I could already feel a headache forming at the sound of her sobs and wails and attempts to escape.

I drove the car, paying no mind to the beauty in the back who had no idea what she had just gotten into.