The dark haired man put his muscular forearm next to her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. Nova's breath hitched as she was forced to look in those haunting pale blue orbs.
"I'm so fucked up, Nova." He said, his voice husky. "More tha...
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SIX | plan in motion.
NOVA SIGHED, LOOKING at her bedroom ceiling. Her brown eyes flickered from corner to corner of the dim room, dark bags hanging under them. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since last night. How could she? Some strange man claiming to be named "Anarchy" broke into her home demanding she quit her job. Whose to tell he wouldn't do it again?
Another harsh sigh left Nova's plump lips as she turned to her side, gazing outside her window. The sun was starting to rise. A small smile tugged at her lips.
She closed her eyes, but the memories of last night just came flooding back.
Anarchy ran a large hand through his shoulder length hair, drops of water rolling down his wrist.
"So let me get this straight, you want me to quit my job, so somehow you can smuggle a job at Arcellio enterprises?" Nova started. Anarchy looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Oh, you do understand. That's good."
Ignoring his previous statement, she eyed him suspicious. "Is what you're sending me there to do illegal?" The brown haired man chuckled. "Nah. We just need a person on the inside."
Nova blinked. "We? There's more of you?"
"Not of me, princess. I'm one of a kind."
Nova rolled her eyes. In the short time she knew Anarchy, she could definitely conclude that the man was overly cocky. "Not you idiot," Anarchy raised his palm to his bare, toned chest. He feigned offense, even emitting a small gasp.
"I'm talking about your... um, cause. Or group. Who's we?" Anarchy offered the black female a handsome boyish grin.
"What is this, twenty one questions?"
"Well excuse me for trying to find out what getting myself in to. If I'm even going to do it at all." Nova felt a bad feeling from whatever he wanted her favor to be. Yes, she was great full he saved her, but still. She didn't know this strange man— hell the only thing she knew about his was that he called himself "Anarchy", which in itself was off putting.
"Hey, we had a deal. I saved your ass, you owe me."
"I didn't agree to that!"
"Well you're outta luck. Quit the waitress job."
After going back and forth with the brown haired male, she finally gave in. The job he was making her grey probably was paying more, and she could always go back to working at the cafe if anything went wrong with his plans. She eventually got tired, telling the male to get the hell out of her house.
