Until I Met You

Chapter 9: Rosaline

"You know what you gotta do," Reggie says, no hint of emotion in his eyes.

Wyatt scoffs. "Not like it will be hard for her. You get around easy enough, don't you." 

It's not a question, but a statement. He smirks at me and I swear I see his eyes glint red. This man is the epitome of evil. 

"Knock it off, Wyatt," Reggie warns.

Wyatt drops the smirk and glares at Reggie. I know he wants to say something, to make a retaliating remark, but he can't. Reggie is in command. Not Wyatt. And I hope it always stays that way for my sanity and everybody else's.

Reggie's eyes are hard and calculating. I have no idea what is on his mind and as much as I want to know, I'm not going to ask. Not in front of Wyatt. Not like he would tell me anyway.

"Go in, get him drunk, take him to his room, find the stash, and get the hell out of there," I repeat for the millionth time.

This should be easy. I'd rather play the game this way than point a gun at someone's head.

"Right. And-" Reggie starts.

"Don't get caught. Stay under the radar. Play it cool," I finish.

I stare right into his eyes as I say this, unfazed, and he peers right back at me. His warm brown eyes lose a bit of their hardness and he looks down, breaking the gaze.

"And stay safe," he murmurs. 

"Always am, boss," I salute.

Before he gets a chance to lecture me some more, I turn around and head out of the warehouse, ready to get this over with. At least this job is easy. This is something I can do with my eyes closed. I'm used to this. And there's no danger involved for both parties. So as far as I am concerned, this is good. 

As I approach the car, I see a guy hop into the driver's seat. He's taking me to the party, to get the job done. 

But someone grabs my arm before I can open the door.

I whip around, ready to punch Wyatt. There's only so much I can take of this asshole. 

"What do you want-"

I cut off. This isn't Wyatt standing in front of me. It's Reggie. And he's not even looking at me.

"Rose. I-" he stops himself from saying whatever it is he was going to and looks up at me. His expression transforms into a smile, something so rare from him nowadays. "Don't give Joey too much of a hard time. Sometimes you're a little scary and we can't keep finding replacements."

He winks and walks away. And I do something rare as well. I smile. 

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"So brief me on what your role is again," I say, checking my make-up in the car mirror overhead. I have a ton of mascara on, accentuating my already long eyelashes with a dark ashy look for my eyeliner and eye shadow. My lips are a glossy light pink and my hair is straightened to perfection. It's a mask I wear well, especially for nights like these.

"Wait five minutes after you go into the party and then head in there myself. Mingle with some girls. Wait for you to text me and give me the signal. Pull up the car. Wait for you to get in. Get the hell out of here," he says, like he's rehearsed this a hundred times.

"Sounds like you're getting the hang of this," I smirk, ruffling his dark blonde hair.

He laughs but pushes my arm away.

"And love the part about mingling with the ladies, even though I don't remember that being part of the protocol," I tease, jumping out of the car.