Madame

Chapter 3

Karina's POV 

(!TW!)

My heels click on the floor, my bag underneath my arm, my shades on top of my head, and my face as mean as I can make it look. I walk out of the metro and the sun burns my eyes, I quickly grab my glasses and place them on my nose, still squinting, fuck having light-colored eyes. 

Marseille... the lovely city of Marseille. The smell of fish, the sound of Americans whining about their stolen bags, and of course, the heat. I swear if Marseille should be famous for anything it should be how hot it gets here. Or maybe it's so hot because a particular someone is here today.

I'm meeting her today. She thinks that she is getting Tomma back. 

She isn't. 

She thinks that Hugo is meeting one of her men and handing over Tomma. 

He isn't.

 Will I die today? 

To be determined. 

A lot of scheming has gone into this encounter, and like always I had no say in any of it, so I am being thrown under the bus, like usual. 

Maxime said that he'll be here but he was still asleep when I left my house, he and Hugo had some sort of party with a ton of whores, so he'll probably wake up with a headache from hell, call me, then get angry that I didn't tell him that I was already gone. But hey, being in the dark is something he'll just have to get used to.

The streets of Marseille make up a maze, you can turn in circles for hours and never see the same street twice, even though most streets look alike. Which is very confusing, and maybe strategic. When thieves steal shit they probably get away very easily, and the more tiny streets there are, the more business can go down. 

"Excuse moi." A voice breaks my thought, I look up and see a fine man, clearly not from here. "Yes?" I smile a little. I can see his visible sigh of relief when I start to speak English. "Where would the Ferris wheel be? I'm completely lost." His charming smile makes him look so much hotter. "If you follow this road, straight down until you can't anymore, then you'll take a right and it'll be right there. Do you not have a phone?" He pulls it out and shows it to me, "Dead." He chuckles, "Oh, shame."

He shrugs and tucks it back into his pocket, "Could I perhaps ask for your name?" I mentally roll my eyes, but give him a cute smile, "No, but good luck finding your way." I turn on my heel and walk away from him, in the opposite direction of course. I don't like that, random people asking for your name or asking whether you want a drink or not. Gives me mad stalker vibes.

I continue my walk and to be honest, I have no clue where this meeting place is, and to be honest, I don't care. If I die my death will be on Hugo, Maxime, and my uncle, not me. 

I take a quick glance at my phone and I'm only a few hundred feet away so I quicken my step. I'm excited to see the woman that almost killed me, yes, and as weird as that sounds, it's true. I mean apart from being beautiful, they keep making her out to be some dangerous woman that has control over everything, and I'm intrigued.

I round a corner and see a beat-down inn with the door wide open and a man standing outside of it. I walk towards him and lose the death grip I previously had on my bag, and let my arms drop to my side. I nod to the man and he doesn't do anything, his eyes just follow me all the way up until I disappear up the stairs. I get to the first, then second, then third floor and look at my phone for what room number it was again... 34. I walk down the corridor and stop at the lovely door that has a 34 written on it, and I let myself in, cause in these types of situations, no one knocks.