Saving The Devil

17. Listening In

Hernando's POV

Once again I faced the television screen and watched her, just like I did that night. I hadn't planned on kissing her--or her kissing me--but when that happened I was confused. Did I want to sell her to Papa?

Well in all fairness, she wasn't kissing you now was she? She was kissing her man!
  
Shut up! I told that damn voice.

Okay boss but first answer this. Why not keep her in your service so you can punish her whenever you want?

I took a sip of my drink, using the remote to zero in on her. Now that, that was something I could agree on! Afterall, I like destroying beautiful things!

Thought you said she wasn't beautiful

I'm not blind my friend, I said she wasn't important. And with that the voice went away.

I returned the screen to full view to see what had held her attention and me fuck and call me a bitch, Nanda was there at their booth!!! I almost choked on my fucking drink!

Thank goodness she was on speed dial, I didn't have a second to loose. "Pick up!" I willed her through the TV screen.

She puts up one finger to her guests, suggesting one moment and looked at the caller's ID. Making a dismissive wave with her hand, she swiped the screen and returned to her conversation. Sitting between Derrick and Deandra, she placed the phone on the table directly in front of them.

To her guest it may have looked like she disconnected the call but my beautiful goddess of a sister did the exact opposite. She accepted the call and turned it into my very own listening device! My sister was many things but a fool wasn't one of them!

"--and where is your liquor love?" Nanda asked.

"I don't drink" she replied "Atleast not yet."

"Wise choice!" and she began to blush. Not that she turned red or anyting but I could see the shyness creep up on her face.

"Derrick would you be a dear and go get us two bottles of water" and when Derrick was about to protest, Nanda turned and gave him a look that said 'it wasn't a request!' and he mumbled as he went off. "I didn't get your name love?"

"Deandra. But please call me Dee! I'd rather people not know my real name, kinda bad for business."

"And what business would that be--if you don't mind me asking that is!" she weaved off the offense and spoke.

"I'm a dancer at the sister over in New York. Just killed my first solo too!" she beamed up. "How 'bout you? I don't think you're a dancer, you look too upright for that! And you're really beautiful too... Hmmn are you a model?"

Now Nanda waved and blushed at the suggestion. "None of the above love. Though if you think I'm beautiful, you should see my twin brother!" Nanda once again, almost succeeded on making me choke on my drink.

How did I reach into this?!

"Well, if I was single I'd have you cut me up a slice of his cake!" she laughed out loud and it was nice, unexpectedly nice.

"You have a boyfriend hmmn--" as she spoke, Nanda turned and looked dead in the camera as if she could see me through it. "--and he left you alone. Doesn't he see how stunning you look tonight?!"

"He's been MIA" and I could clealy see the expression on her face change "Not even my bestfriend seems to be answering her phone but" and she started beaming up again "I got some more to spend the night with!" Using her head, she gestured down to Rowland's group of maniacs tearing up the club.

Again, Nanda looked at the camera and I knew exactly it meant. She wanted to go tracking the bestfriend and the boyfriend.

In came Derrick again holding 2 bottles of water and tall glasses with ice. Insteading of returning to his original spot in the booth he sat at the end beside Deandra, placing the items on the table.

"May I steal back my friend now Miss Nanda?"

"As you wish Ricky! And Dee you should come visit again. Don't be a stranger!" Grabbing her phone, she started back in the direction of the office.

Whether she decided to or not, she would be back. She was mine now and I intended to make it very, very clear!