Famous Last Words

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15

I was sitting at a table in a small restaurant in a pretty bad part of New York, Damien across from me. We were not in any sort of disguise, but both had our guns for protection. Mr. Henderson figured this would be a great place to promote our “relationship” before continuing with the mission, as he knew the gang members were watching our every move.

“This feels so planned,” I stated.

“Um,” he laughed. “It is.”

“I wish it wasn’t for the purpose of promoting a false relationship,” I responded.

“It doesn’t have to be false,” he reminded me with a soft smile.

“How exactly are we going to get you into this gang?” I lowered my voice. “And why do we have to date for the plan to work?”

“I have no idea on what Mr. Henderson is planning on for the first question. As for the second, they’ll react better to you being around me all the time if they think we’re in a relationship.”

“Are they really that stupid?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Apparently so,” he responded. “Or at least a good number of them are.”

A waitress approached us, sneaking a sly smile at Damien. 

“What do you want?” Her back was facing me, so I knew this was a poor attempt at flirting.

“Um,” he glanced at me. “We,” he enunciated heavily, “would like some spaghetti.”

I smiled at the name of my favorite food. The waitress turned to glare at me.

“Coming right up,” she mumbled moodily.

I smirked, “I think she wanted you to order something that wasn’t on the menu.”

“Oh, believe me. What she had in mind is my least favorite food,” he reached across the table to grasp my hand, “I like your kind better.”

“You’re so damn cheesy! Knock it off. I like the other Damien better.”

“Which Damien would that be?” He asked.

“The somewhat cocky yet chivalrous one. The witty and undeniably sexy guy who looks a lot like you but is no where to be found,” I tilted my head. “Have you seen him anywhere?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head as if to physically clear his mind. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” 

“I have a feeling you’ll feel a lot better when all of this stress is over. Maybe even after a good nights sleep,” I smiled. “We should probably go back to the hotel after we eat. I’m pretty tired.” 

He nodded, and a plate of spaghetti was put in front of us.

“That was quick,” he spoke.

We ate the entire thing in five minutes.

“Now that takes skill,” I laughed. “That was a huge plate of pasta.”

He nodded.

“Now let’s get out of here before I pass out on the table,” he stood, throwing a twenty on the table.

I knew better than to protest. I merely grabbed his hand and followed him out of the run down café. 

“Well, we succeeded in our first public appearance,” he grinned.

“I feel like some sort of celebrity. Like I’m obliged to go out just to show my face or something,” I confessed.

We crossed the street and got into one of the bureaus cars. Not obvious at all, of course.

Sarcasm is a wonderful thing. 

“How did it go?” Mary was seated in the front.

“Uneventful,” Damien said.

“We just want to go and sleep,” I added.

“It’s getting late,” Mr. Henderson said. “Sleep isn’t a bad idea.”

With that we all sat in silence, proceeding back towards our hidden hotel. We all moved towards the elevator, and divided into our separate bedrooms. They were all in the same suite, though, so it wasn’t like anyone was alone. 

I flopped onto the fluffy mattress and fell asleep immediately- the first sign that I was seriously sleep deprived. 

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I lost a lot of inspiration for this story. I kind of neglected it completely, which wasn't very nice to the people who liked it. 

I'm not happy with this chapter- it's short, and I feel like I lost the personalities in the characters. I hope you liked it anyway.

I don't know when I'll upload again, to be honest. I'm too tired/lazy to edit this right now. 

Vote, Fan, and Comment if you don't want me to give up on this story. :/

In the meantime....check out Fever (new BoyxBoy) or Mirror, Mirror (Completed, just needs an epilogue.) I guess you could read My Eyes Pick Up....    but it's not my favorite