Faceless [H.S]

Deal With The Devil. 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

HARRY'S P.O.V

Valerie was dragging me through the back, I could tell she was bringing me to the VIP room.

"No, no, just a regular section, I don't need you reliving that night," I told her. She paused, turning around to stare at me, skeptically. I knew she didn't trust me. I knew it would take time. She then brought me to one of the booths, opening up the curtain. I walked into the little dark section, sitting down on the black velvet loveseat.

"I'll tell you what happened, you don't have to dance," I said. If my manipulation tactics were correct, she'd feel a bit more comfortable if I spoke to her first.

"Okay, but if I'm in here, I have to sit on you," she said. "So... it doesn't look weird."

I nodded, spreading my legs a bit and she got on top of me, straddling me. A song began, and it blurred into the background as I looked up at her, my hands on her hips. She placed her hands on the side of my head, and looked down. "Speak."

"The other night you got so drunk, a couple of the guards called me," I began, trying not to focus on the pierced nipples in my face. "Told me we had a drunk dancer in the club. Not a good look for us, so I came... and so did Liam. You guys were in the back. He thought you set him up."

Valerie sucked her teeth, leaning back now. "Fuck." Her cheeks flushed.

"He grabbed you by your hair and threw you down, and I came. I thought he was going to kill you. Right there. I just had to make sure you were safe, that'sall."

We were quiet for a moment. She was taking in the words. I knew this was a lot to hear right now. She spoke. "Thank you."

I tilted my head.

"Thank you, for helping me," she repeated. I could tell she didn't want to thank me, but she felt obligated to. I stroked her thighs.

"Don't thank me, Valerie... I told you I was sorry, I felt guilty when I saw you there," I lied. I was livid when I saw her there. I wanted to have her dead. But I knew I could lie abut this, there was no harm in it. I had to get her under my control.

"I don't know why you didn't just... ask me." She let out a breath. "Now I feel stupid."

She felt stupid?

"I think I made this worse, didn't I?" She asked.

Yes.

"No," I lied, "you didn't."

"W-why are you being so nice to me?" Her words took me off guard. "Didn't you say you wanted to use me? You pulled out a knife and--"

I tried to cut her off, "no, no, that didn't happen."

Her eyes widened. "No, I'm sure that--"

"--That it was a misunderstanding. I'm completely sober right now, no weapons on me, I mean no harm to you," I explained. I knew the gaslighting was going to make her listen to me.

She sighed. "This is too much."

"Okay, so let's slow down," I soothed her, "just breathe."

She took a moment to breathe, eyes closing. She listened, and I couldn't help but get a bit excited by it.

"Breathe for me, doll. Just breathe," I breathed with her. "You're doing so good, good job... atta girl."

"I don't remember anything," she whispered. "Nothing from that night. He could've killed me."

"No, doll, I wouldn't let that happen," I retorted. Valerie shook her head, rising to her feet. She began pacing back and forth in the small space, thinking. Her black heels clacked.

"I promise I won't," I reassured her. "You just have to help me with something."

She stopped, looking at me. "What?"

"I need you to call him to come again. Tell him it wasn't a set up, tell him you want to get back with him."

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you want him to get dealt with?" I asked.

She nodded. "I need something in return."

I licked my lips and looked at her, waiting for her to tell me what could she possibly need.

"You tell me who you are, and after this you never speak to me again. I want this done, I want you out of my life," Valerie said. "I'll help you but only on these terms."

"Deal."

She extended her hand, and I shook it.

"I made a deal with the devil, didn't I?" she said, awkwardly.

Oh, Valerie--you have no idea.

"Go get your phone, go text Liam, do what I said. I'll be there instead of him, you won't even have to see him," I said, standing up. "Okay?"

"N-now?" she asked, in shock. I nodded.

"Are you going to kill him?"

Suddenly, the sounds of gunshots could be heard, and Valerie let out a scream.

I grabbed her and brought her to my chest, dropping down to the couch. There was multiple gunshots, and I reached into my pocket for my own gun but Valerie clutched on to me, burying her face into my chest, her body tensed up and stiffened.

"Oh, Harry--" I heard a sing songy voice. "Where the fuck are you?"

What the fuck?