The Handsome Devil

Chapter 75 & 76 - Last mission

Maximón gave himself a long hard stare in the rearview mirror and adjusted the unruly strand of hair that slipped into his face. It's been ten minutes since he arrived to the parking lot, yet, his limbs refused to carry him further, seemingly turning into jello.

On one side, there was nothing he wished more than to rush in, get Deya, and finally take his shot at Connor. Although, the importance of the latter became thinner over time,  something he wasn't ready to admit out loud.

On the other side, though, there was the suffocating tsunami of 'what ifs' that crashed into him every time this all became less of a plan and more of a reality. Like, what if this is exactly what Tottenham expects, and they are running into a trap? Who would help her then? Who would help his men?

And what if Connor hurt her? What if they are late already?

The adrenalin rush forced his hands into action as he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the handle, but there was one more question pressing at the back of his mind, chilling him to the bone.

What if the Kings don't show up?

The strange and overwhelming sensation of helplessness took over his body as he opened the door, and instead of getting out, leaned out and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the asphalt.

It was mission impossible, and their odds weren't looking good as it was. However, without Oliver and his men in tow, he might as well shoot the Bulldogs himself. After all, getting an ally was the whole reason for the Northern operations.

But somehow, despite the fact the deal essentially cost him a soul and some more, all he got in response to his call today was 'I'll see what we can do'.

And although he understood it was a short notice, it still powered his paranoia. After all, it's not like the Kings have any skin in the game tonight.

. . .

Deya carefully shifted her body till her back touched the concrete wall, instantly leaning forward to stop the blood from pouring out of her nose and cascading down the front of her body.

Couple of hours ago, after waking up in Connor's basement, she could swear her day couldn't get much worse.

But enter a number of run-ins with the merciless fists of infuriated Scarface and she stands corrected.

"What the bloody hell did I ever do to you?" She called out in frustrated nasal voice, tired of the games he's playing.

Sure, she's a prisoner and has no rights whatsoever. But the pettiness of his actions led her to believe there must be some god-awful injustice the man blames her for. Or is it all just a joke to him?

'I don't really like your attitude, but I do have a quick fix for that' She recalled his reaction at an innocent yawn, her cheek throbbing in memory of the slap that followed.

For christ sake, he nearly broke my nose just for 'looking at him the wrong way'.

"You're not the brightest tool in the shed, are ya?" He spoke in raspy voice, earning himself a burning glare.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Deya inquired in an exhausted tone, too frustrated to even try to decipher the statement.

"Did you really think what you did to Samael would go unpunished?" The girl's chocolate eyes widened in shock as she watched him approaching in periphery. Admittedly, it's been a while since she last thought about the green-eyed giant, and hearing his name hit her like a brick wall.