SHE

Chapter 6: Midnight and Twilight

Rue Scarce

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My fingers quickly dialed in the phone's screen and I pressed it by my ear. I waited for the person to answer it until I heard her voice.

"Who's this?" 

"It's me." I murmured.

There was a moment of silence before she answers.

"What is it now?"

"I need help regarding an assassin that doesn't work under any organization. Any ideas?"

"You mean the unsolved murders around America?"

I gripped my phone, envying the rare knowledge this woman has.

"Precisely."

She stayed quiet for a while but I can feel her creepy smile stretching across her face.

"Where do you want to meet?"

"Somewhere you know in New York."

Next thing I know, I'm leaning against a somewhat dirty wall by a dark alley. I closed my eyes with my hands deep in my pockets as I waited. When the sound of three inch high heeled boots reached my ears, I waited until the person finally stood next to me.

"Sheer." I called.

"Rue."

"You're quite loud."

"I've been into things lately. It has been a year now huh?"

I nod and opened my eyes, seeing her long silky black hair draped over her shoulders in a white coat.

"Yes, it has."

Sheer was one of those who trained with me when we were young. We're quite opposites but we're both similar more or less, and she's the closest person to me aside from Dimitri.

"Tell me, Rue, what the heck are you doing in the States? Didn't your man ground you at his mansion?"

I shrugged and gave a grin.

"I'll let your imaginations run."

She sighs.

"You don't think I know that he's looking for you? Everyone knows and some think your husband is out to kill you."

"I know. That's why I won't let Dimitri find me until I finish work."

"Almost all the Mafia leaders will take this opportunity, Rue. Either to take you as hostage and be your husband's weakness or to recruit you. Everyone knows how good you are but coming to New York is not a good option. It's crawling with gangs already and with the money Dimitri got on the line, they won't waste mercy on you."

I scoffed and pushed the strands of hair out of my face as I looked at her seriously.

"Sheer, who do you think you're talking to?"

She shakes her head but smiles and held her hand out.

I was about to take it when I heard a couple of footsteps coming towards our direction.

"Seven. In their mid twenties to early thirties. Four slim guys and three men the size of a truck. About four to five meters away." I mumbled but I know Sheer heard it.

She pulled out her phone and sent a message to some number before returning it back in her pocket.

"I will never doubt those instincts, Rue." She says, putting a pair of gloves over her hands.