The Handsome Devil

Chapter 60 - Rave and Ravish

"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you" (Nietzsche)
. . .

As her slim fingers turned to another page of the book, Victoria wondered if it was perhaps another punishment.

Subjective morality? Seriously?

In a way, she desperately wished it was true and that things weren't simply black or white. After all, it would help her to justify the uneasy task Connor put in front of her. Why should it be considered immoral if she'll do it to save her father? In the end, it's not like there was a choice to begin with.

On the other side, it would also mean reconsidering the image she's built of Max, and that was something she wasn't ready to do, especially after what Connor shared with her.

And if he spoke the truth, then there are darker sides to the devil than what I've seen.

Just as she cut her thoughts short and returned to reading, someone audibly cleared their throat and made her look up.

"Dress up when you're done. We're going out." Connor ordered firmly while curiously eyeing the book.

"Going out?" Victoria was taken aback. After all, it wasn't that often that her routine got disrupted.

"Yeah. Might as well find you another use till we sort out your fuck up" The boss growled impatiently, and her eyes guiltily avoided his condescending glare.

For the last few days, Max kept prolonging her suffering, replying to every third message and refusing to meet up because of the mysterious situation that came up.

Personally, Victoria wouldn't mind, given she's supposed to go all femme fatale on their next date. Then again, this mission has never been about what she wants.

"What is it?" She inquired curiously. Perhaps it's a chance to take her mind off of things.

"We got an intel that Max's informers are frequenting bars in the North. We locate one, you lure him outside and my men take care of the rest" Connor summarised in mechanical tone. "It's an easy job, so don't you dare to fuck this up"

"You'll be there with me?" Obviously, it wouldn't be wise to sent Jessie as a companion, given their recent 'break-up'. On top of it, the fact she broke his nose wouldn't do much good either.

But who else? Although she would love Samael to return, it seemed highly unlikely.

"I'll be in the limo" Connor gave a faint nod. "But once we drop you off, you're on your own"

Victoria gulped as she watched him walk to his desk and get back to work. If the mission goes as 'smoothly' as all the ones before, she's in for a tough night.

. . .

Her black stilettos clattered on the smooth concrete floor. She heard about those 'not-exactly-legal' rave parties that regularly take place in abandoned Tottenham warehouses, but this was the first time she actually got to one. After all, you must know the right people to be invited.

Apparently, for me it's Connor.

She felt the phone in her purse vibrate and promptly squeezed herself through the crowd till she found a relatively secluded corner.