Let's. Run. Away. • Vincent Cyr x Reader

Chapter One.

My PoV.
I'm sitting in a cafe in London, I'm enjoying my coffee as I suddenly hear a women.

"No HE'S the serial killer, she's the ex-secret CIA agent."

Wait, are they talking about me and Vincent?
I decide to keep listening.

"What really? But how? She looks so innocent." The brunette replies.

"Secret CIA agent." The blonde repeats.

"Yeah okay, I get it." Brunette again.

"Indeed that's the whole point, she looks innocent and fragile but she is absolutely not." Blonde now.

What. Are. They. Talking. About.
What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.

I take my shawl and sunglasses and put them on, making myself unrecognizable. I walk towards the girls, hopefully being able to join the conversation.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I might interrupt you ladies. May I ask, what are you talking about?" I ask with my fake English accent.

They look at me like they see a ghost, the brunette gets out of her shock first and starts,

"Oh well, Linda here told me that mister and misses Davids got out of prison in Japan. You know the Davids partners right?"

She looks at me, hoping I do. I can't help myself but ask

"Heard of them, could you please explain me what they do? Or did?"

The blonde woman sighs and rolls with her eyes.

"You really don't know them? They're world famous. Married couple in crime, him and her, he kills she distracts. They got into prison lately, someone caught them for murdering a innocent being in Japan. Somehow they got free yesterday, no one knows where they are. No one ever knows though, they're invisible to the radar, pop up once in a while and then they're invisible again."

I look surprised, she's like a journalist. Knows everything about you but will never ever talk to you if she would see you in real life. Secret stalkers, I call them.

"How do you know all this?" I ask her.

"Their work fascinates me, so professional and unpredictable. But you always know it's them. I write articles in newspapers and magazines, I'm busy writing one about the Davids partners."

What a surprise.

"Interesting! Can you tell me a little more about them? I reply.

She kept on talking, she remembers everything we ever did. Every single detail, it's creepy how someone can know so much about you. Yet she knows so little, but she'll never notice.
She doesn't even know how we look like, which is funny because she obviously wants to. I wouldn't have token the risk but I could just sit here without shawl and sunglasses, introducing myself as a 'Louise' or a 'Amber', and she won't even know!
But the best of all, she calls us 'the Davids partners'. The reason why not just the 'Cyr partners' is because we change passports pretty often, I think I have 32 and Vince has 27 different passports. Just three of them have the same surname, so according to three of our passports we're married. We always carry one with us and change every day. We never carry our original, the ones with Cyr as surname, with us.

"How do they look like?" I had to ask.

She looks at me, defeated. She told me everything someone could possibly know about us, but this will never be public.

"I, uhm... I honestly don't know." She stutters.

I smile in my head (this way she won't see) gotcha.

"Really? But you know everything about them?" I say

I can't help myself, I feel so powerful.

"How do you know, or how are you sure, you are following the right duo?" Me again.

She seems frozen, her friend tries to help.

"I never thought like that, but I can assure you, Linda is never wrong about the Davids partners."

I nod, 'Linda is never wrong', yeah right. She is never right about someone she doesn't even know how they look like. Cute.

"May I ask miss, what is your name?" The brunette asks.

I smile, that question was so predictable.

"Louisa, Louisa James. Nice to meet you, miss...?" I ask.

She didn't expect me to reply that fast, I can see she doesn't believe me. but she replies,

"Hm, I'm Dominique. What do you do for living?"

She is still not convinced of my identity. It's probably because of my sunglasses and shawl.

"I work at the bank, I protect the money in the safes and stuff like that." I say like it's really like that.

She nods as if she (finally) believes me.
Linda gets out of her defeated appearance,

"Well miss James, will you please excuse us? We got to go."

"No problem, I have to leave as well." I say as I stand up.

Linda is offended because of me and I enjoy it so much, the little devil comes up in me again, it's such a delicious feeling.
I walk out of the cafe and walk towards my Porsche, I step in and drive away.
I can't wait to tell Vincent what happened, he's gonna laugh so freaking loud.