Saving The Devil

23. Plans In Progress Pt.2

As promised, a woman stood in my room waiting, as I exited the bathroom door. She was short and slightly plump with dark blonde hair and very bushy brows.

"Hallo, Ich bin Geeya. Ich bin deine Kosmetikerin (I am your beautician)"

You really need to start learning this language.

"I don't know what you're saying, do you by chance speak English?"

"Ja, Ich kenne du nein vertesche (Yes, I know you don't understand).

after a short second, she motioned to herself.  "Me. Geeya" she smiled, gesturing to the ton of accessories, dresses, make-up and a shit load of other stuff,  then back to herself.  "Me. Do. Makeup and Fashion. For. Boss' girls."

Boss' girls, he has more women captive?!

Shaking the thought was hard but I had to focus in order to be free, and who knows maybe set them free as well. As I spoke, I ran my fingers down a strapless red satin dress and the jewelry laid beside it.

"Gut choice" she stepped closer "But" and she gestured to a hair removal crème in her tool belt. Generally I wasn't a hairy person hence didn't see the need to shave my legs, much more, having someone else do it.

However, I sat quietly and let her do her work. While the crème did its thing to my legs, forearm and armpit, she started to doll up my face and even though I had been through this a couple times before each performance, I still felt odd. I really liked my natural face.

Yet, here I was, becoming a beauty for a merciless disgusting beast!

"Geeya" I copied her accent "I'm Deandra" I placed my hand on my chest.

"Ich kenne" she replied smoothly nodding her head.

Catching my confused expression she repeated her words slowly. Then it dawned on me. "You know. That's what you're saying right. You're saying I know." And she began nodding her head faster. "You know that my name is Deandra."

"Ja!" this time she only made one precise nod.

"Y-es?" I offered and she nodded once again offering more words and as I guessed them correctly, I could feel a whole new door open. 

Hernando's POV

Adding my Rolex as I left the room was my finishing touch. Geeya had always been great at her job and deserved every last penny I paid her. I wanted to go old school full black—since the ball would be filled with the Heads of various mafias, gangs, tribes and everyone else involved, which meant a lot of old fools in attendance—but Geeya suggested the grey Armani so I would appeal to both the young and old. See, every penny!

When I arrived at her room door, I found it wide open with Geeya bent over the bed retrieving a sliver necklace with diamond studs.

"Where is she G-G?" I asked coolly but Geeya simply used her head to point to the bathroom "Is she ready?"

Just then Deandra appeared in the door frame and I had to swallow the lump that was lodged in my throat.

"Hey Gee—ya..." her voice trailed off and her eyes were glued to mine. I didn't even feel Geeya place the necklace in my hand but I know she whispered something as she patted my back yet still I didn't hear a word of what she said. Deandra was beautiful.

She had gotten rid of the wig, thank heavens, and pulled her natural kinky hair up top her head, where the ends were done in some form of woven circle. Shiny accessories were placed where the ends over lapped and two twist fell beside her eyes, one on each side, with something like a silver ribbon running through. The fake eye lashes highlighted her face more and so did the simple sparkly gloss added to her lips. To her very kissable lips! The dress however was a whole different story. The silver satin clung to her like a second skin and the high split revealed a long smooth leg atop silver strapped heels which wrapped up to little below her knee. Her breast stood firmly beneath a heart shaped neckline outlined with—oh Geeya just wait till I get my hands on you.

Deandra's POV

"Matching suits huh?" I added some nerves to my voice, rubbing the back of my hand and holding his gaze. "I'm guessing Geeya talked you into grey too" I chuckled. I hadn't seen Geeya's work but his expression made me know, it was a masterpiece.

Cat got his tongue?! Good! Let's go get our freedom!

"We should" he cleared his throat "we should get going!" and even though he returned to his normal mafia man composure, I saw behind his façade. Best believe I was going to exploit every inch of weakness I found tonight, I was going to make him pay, starting with this.

Staking my arms around his, I stared him dead in the eyes "Shall we?" I didn't need a reply, though he verbally offered none, I saw his entire frame relax as we left the house.

I spent the drive to venue blindfolded and in silence with the exception of a translator answering Nando's request. He seemed to have difficulties retaining a few of the Italian phrases so I made certain I did. As it turned out I was pretty good at learning new languages and my little one on one with Geeya was proof.

"Are you wearing the contacts I left with Geeya?"

"Yes, can't you tell?"

"Until they have been activated, no. No I cannot."

"Until they have bee—"

"When the doorman begins his questions you will not speak until he asks you directly. And even then your only response will be to raise your left hand about shoulder height. Using your thumb you will hold your ring finger after which you will turn your hand, palm facing the man so he can see. When he nods you step through the scanner and wait silently for me. Do not say anything else or you'll be thought a spy and shot dead on the spot. Do you understand?" The blindfold fell away and when his eyes caught mine, he got his answer.