Mr. Devil (18+)

01

A few weeks later.

I walk around like a zombie. Not seeing or hearing anything. Just breathing and walking with no destination in mind. I haven't gone back to the apartment. I already began renting another one.

My landlord, the evil bitch, let me out of the lease on the one my brother and I shared. But not before making me pay for the replacement windows and the cleaning fee.

She said, "Well he's your brother so you should pay for the cleaning charge."

"It's on hardwood floor. I could go in there and clean it for you and it would be spotless."

"Well, I want a professional cleaning crew to do it and they are charging a large sum of money for it and you, my dear, are paying for it."

"You act like I'm the one who shot my brother in the head." She shot me a suggestive look and I cursed under my breath. I grabbed my wallet and shoved the money into her hand.

"Fuck you," I muttered.

She scoffed and stomped away.

Thankfully, my job is a very well paying job and I had the money for that and a deposit for a new apartment.
My boss tried to give me a few weeks off of work paid but I denied, saying I needed the distraction. It's true. I do need the distraction. Otherwise, my mind will constantly replay my brothers dead body, covered in his own blood.

Making my way to my car, I hummed a generic tune before I jumped in and pulled onto the street that was already at a dead stop in traffic. New York traffic is horrendous but I refused to ride in a cab everywhere. John knew this so he and I each got cars. He surprised me with them one day after work. I had taken a cab home and when I pulled up to the apartment, there were two cars sitting there. His was an older '69 Chevy Camaro. Mine was a Chevy Camaro as well, just way newer. He told me he had been saving for years for a '69 Camaro anyways so he decided to get a loan and get me a car as well. I remember how excited I was as I sat in the seat.

His is gone. The police said that his death must've been a robbery gone wrong but I don't know if that's true.
My brother, unfortunately, had a drug problem for a while. After begging from me, he finally got clean. He'd been clean for 3 years before he was killed. My prediction is that someone came looking for drugs and he didn't have any so they killed him.

I pulled into my new apartment that was only about a 20 minute drive to and from work. I walked in and made my way to the kitchen. Looking through the refrigerator, there was nothing I could cook. I groaned loudly and grabbed my keys again.

I made my way to the supermarket that is all the way across town. Thankfully, the traffic had died down and it should be a semi-quick drive.

I got into the car and began my journey to the store. I walked in 30 minutes later and grabbed a cart.

"What to get," I muttered to myself.

I felt a presence behind me but chose to ignore it. Then, a large dark shadow surrounded me.

"May I make a suggestion?" I heard a deep manly voice behind me.

I turned around and my breath caught in my throat. The man was intensely sexy but his body screamed danger. I looked him up and down, enjoying the view. He was wearing dark jeans and a red tight fitted shirt that accentuated his massive arms. The dark hair on his head was styled messily. His dark eyes glinted in the dim lighting of the store. I saw something flash to the right of his head and noticed a tiny stud in his ear. Sexy. I took it all in, knowing I would never meet a man as gorgeous as the one in front of me, ever again.

"Are you cooking or just getting something easy?"

My brain screamed at me to get away from him but my feet stayed rooted to the floor.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm, I was thinking of cooking."

"Are you a pasta fan?"

"If you recommend spaghetti to me, I might punch you," I laughed.

He smiled at me and I almost fainted. Holy shit.

"Wow," I whispered under my breath.

"What was that?" He asked, smirking.

Dangerous. My brain screamed.

"Nothing," I playfully glared. He chuckled and I absorbed the sound into my memory.

He walked toward me and soon enough, his body was flush against mine.

I gulped and closed my eyes, loving the feeling of his hard body against mine.

Holy shit, I thought. I wish this was mine.

It could be. Something whispered back into my conscience. My eyes snapped open and I looked up at him confused.

What the hell was that?

Nothing answered this time and the man stepped back.

I should not be thinking these things about a man I literally JUST met.

He held out his hand which was holding a jar of pasta sauce.

"Rose cream sauce," I read.

"Chicken Tortellini. That's my suggestion."

"Sounds good." I placed the jar in the cart and began walking away.

"Don't you need the other ingredients?" He called.

"I'll get them, thanks!"

He caught up with me. "Do you even know what you're looking for?"

"Chicken tortellini?"

"Chicken and tortellini," he corrected. "You have to get them separately."

He pulled my cart in the direction of the pasta noodles. We stopped and he grabbed a bag of tortellini off of the shelf and then began pulling me in the direction of the chicken.

He looked at his watch. "Being as late as it is, I would recommend getting already cooked chicken to make it easier."

I nodded, enjoying the sound of his voice.

He grabbed an already cooked box of rotisserie chicken and placed it in my cart.

"Bread?" He asked.

"What kind would you recommend, sir?"

He chuckled and grabbed a loaf of garlic bread.

"Perfect meal."

"Thank you," I say again as I turn toward the registers.

"What's your name?" He says.

Don't tell him your name!

"Allyson Jacobs. You?"

"Lucas."

"Nice to meet you Lucas."

He smiled that beautiful smile and I stared for a moment.

I quickly walked to the register and checked out before walking to my car with a brown paper bag filled with my meal for the night.

I jumped in my car and began driving home. My mind filled with thoughts of Lucas. He is something dark and dangerous... something I definitely don't need in my life right now.

As I drove through a green light, I heard a big crash and then my car began flipping. This is it. This is where I die.