The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 15 A call to the Devil

Mr. Threesome is outside the store tied in a rope that would take even an expert to untangle it. I left him there as I handle his partner inside. 

God, I just wanted to relax tonight. 

I get inside the store from the backdoor and take a quick look around the shelves. There was no movement, no yelling or shouting. The entire store was silent like there hasn't been any robbery attempt here. 

I walk past the aisle and stood a couple of feet away from the counter between the shelves. The cash register looked messy which was a sign that there was a robbery attempt here. I try to look behind the counter for anyone when someone pulls the metal behind me.

You gotta be kidding me.

"Put your-"

"Yeah Yeah, Hands up. I know," I release a frustrated breath. "You guys really should come up with new dialogues. It's really old school," I say pulling my hands in the air but not before surprising him with a headbutt.

"Fuck," he says and I quickly snatch the gun from him. 

I steady my cap and fire two shots at the camera behind me before aiming it at him. "You guys really shouldn't have spoiled my night here. Do you have any idea how long I have traveled to come here? I don't want to ride in the car again. Dammit." I hit him on his head with the gun when someone enters the store.

The guy falls on the floor with a thud sound alerting the mystery presence inside. How many are there? I take my position away from this stupid aisle and stuck my back against the magazine rack. 

I scan left to the door and nothing. 

I scan right as I turn and immediately my arms rise up with an aim. "Drop your weapon," I say to the guy in front of me. 

Tall, broody, and trained. His arms rise up at the same time as mine. We both were aiming at each other with the gun.

"I should tell you that, darling," he says that's when I caught the logo on his gun. 

Fuck, he's a bounty hunter. God, they're worse than cops. 

"I am not the thief," I say without provoking my composure. I need to tell him everything that happened and get the fuck out of here before he takes me to the police station.

"Yeah, well that's what every criminal says when they're caught."

"Believe me when I get caught I will admit all the crimes I did but right now, I am not a criminal. I just happen to be at the wrong place," I say lowering the gun. "If you don't believe me then check it for yourself." I throw the gun to him. 

He catches it without knowing he replaced my fingerprint. 

"There's an unconscious guy in the middle row by the ramen section. Another one in the back alley is tied to a rope. Those are your criminals thank you very much. Now if you'll excuse me," I say moving past him but he blocks me.

"Where do you think you're going?" 

"Away from this place,"

"I don't think so,"

"Why? I already told you about the robbers,"

"Yes, you did but you don't have an alibi. You might as well just be with them and chose to rat out because I found you,"

I snicker, "Really, you think I look like someone who would attempt a stupid robbery in the countryside?"

"Looks doesn't have to do anything with it. Besides, I saw you with a gun and I heard shots fired."

"Oh, that. I took a shot at the cameras. I am not supposed to say the reason why I don't want the camera's to catch me since we're working for the same people but if you want I give them a call." I lied, obviously, I can't tell him the real reason why I didn't want to get caught in the cameras but it's better to be mistaken as a secret agent working for the government than a partner to the girly thieves.

He nods to my words, "Okay, let's hear it then. I am not letting you leave unless you can prove your words, Miss Fire."

Wow, that's quite a turn of events. I didn't think he would ask me to actually call someone. See, this is why you shouldn't lie. It always ends up in the worst scenarios. Now, who am I supposed to call at three in the morning to work out this lie?

"Fine," I say and took my phone out from the back pocket. The grumpy bounty hunter relaxes his shoulder in front of me as if he's giving me all the time in the world to create the perfect story of this lie. Well, jokes on him I have my brother and I know he will help me out one way or the other. 

Ten minutes in and he still hasn't picked up my calls. None, not even a text. I am not liking my odds here so much. On the other hand, the cocky Bounty Hunter is playing a very dangerous game with his expressions. He doesn't know how much I am controlling myself from not punching his stupid face. If I wanted, I would've pushed him and run away but I am in the middle of nowhere. 

There's just one motel across the road, a convenience store, and a petrol pump. That's it. No other signs of civilization. 

By the sixth time I understood, he wouldn't pick up. He probably is busy doing my friend or sleeping I don't know but I need to think of something. 

"You done playing games? Now if you allow me I will be gentle with the handcuffs," he tries to take my hand and lock it behind me but I immediately jump backward. 

"Hey! The last time I remembered it was still three in the morning in America. People sleep during this time and it's not a daily happening of me calling someone in the middle of the night asking for help so while I am trying to be patient, can you be a little civil and turn the notch down?"

He exhales and licks his lips. "Just five minutes and not more than that,"

"Thank you," I turn around and browse my phone for anyone's number that can help me out but except Mara and Klaus I can't call anyone else except for him. 

Luckily, last week Kluas dug out his profile and passed his information to me including his phone number. I never saved because my ego didn't approve of it but seeing I am stuck at a very bad place with a high chance of my name and face leaking out, I am left with no other option but to call him. 

He picks up in the second ring. A hauntingly thick voice comes from the screen and I resist the urge to bite my lip. "Mi Zorro?"