The Devil's Daughter

Tatted Up

I loosened up my tie as I collapsed on my couch. It was nearly 2:20am when I got home. Questioning each of the girls lead to several discussions with parents and finally to a pile of paperwork to construct. I felt my eyes grow heavy as I leaned my head back on the cushions of the couch, but as soon as I felt sleep come over me, my cell phone began to ring. With an agitated attitude, I reached into my pocket to grab my phone. However my agitation faded when I saw who was calling me.

"Hey." I greeted softly.

"Hey, you're home late." I raised my brows in surprise.

"How did you-"

"I could tell by the sound of exhaustion in your voice. Plus, I heard about what happened today and figured you'd have a busy day." The sound of her voice automatically washed away the feeling of exhaustion.

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the day I've had after seeing you. I'm just happy to hear your voice."

I ran my fingers over my tie as I imagined what things would be like if she were actually here.

"Well, you won't just get to talk to me."

Before I could even respond, there was a knock on my door. I jolted up from my spot on the couch and rushed to the door. I opened it to see Cassie standing before me. She wore her typical black ripped jeans with her signature leather jacket covering a white tube top. I didn't hesitate on pulling her to me to greet her with a passionate kiss.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as our lips parted from one another.

"I'm on my way to an appointment and your place was on the way. I just missed you." I could hear the sincerity in her voice and it made me smile from ear to ear.

"I missed you too. What appointment are you going to at this hour? Are you sick?" I scanned my eyes over her face, only to see her shake her head in response.

"No, I'm not sick. It's a surprise appointment, which is another reason why I'm here. You're coming with me." Her lips pulled back into a devious smirk and I immediately fell at her mercy.

"Should I be concerned about this?" I asked as she followed me into my apartment.

"No, it's nothing insane. Not entirely at least," I turned my head to her, only to see her smirking with amusement.

"Girl, don't play with me like that."

"Just get dressed." She rolled her eyes at me as I walked into my bedroom to change clothes.

...

After changing, Cassie and I left the apartment to go to her car in the parking deck. My mind wondered to what she was planning. I was both excited and nervous, but for what? The drive to her appointment was quiet, which gave me the time to look her over. I couldn't get enough of her. For someone so ruthless, she was every man's dream. She was bad, dangerous, but her soul was pure which made no sense for someone of her caliber. I've never met anyone like her and I don't think I would ever want to meet anyone else that isn't like her. They would never live up to her standards.

"Stare much?"

She asked aloud, cutting the silence in half. She kept her eyes on the road, but stole several glances as she awaited my response.

"It's kind of hard not to."

I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. She looked at it carefully before using her hand, that wasn't on the steering wheel, to give my hand a gentle squeeze.

For the remainder of the trip, my hand never left her leg. Just having the opportunity to even be this close to her was heaven in itself. Within the next minute, we pulled into an alleyway off of the deserted road. It was dark and viciously mysterious. I wasn't sure if I should pull my gun out or if I should just walk out with confidence. I decided to choose the latter of the two, still keeping a hand near my sidearm.