The Devil in Me

Chapter 9

"What's this?" Alfie questioned, as he nervously patted Dante's coat laid out next to him, caressing the red leather with his small hands.

"Oh, Dante's coat baby."

I walked up to him, wiping my hands on my thighs and grabbed his coat, surprised at how heavy it was. I hung it on the coat hanger next to the front door, pausing for a moment and spotted some dirt lining the arms and lower half of the jacket, making it lose its red pigment.

"Dante! How did you get your coat so dirty?"

"Kicking ass babe."

Dante simply shrugged, yawned stretched before leaning back on his chair, and placed his arms behind his head. I made a mental note to myself to clean it after I finished cleaning the kitchen.

"Ugh! Are you serious?"

Lady huffed in frustration, stopping her pacing around the place and glared at the note she held in her hands, chewing on the end of her pen.

"Whatcha doing?" I questioned, glancing over her shoulder seeing she was adding up numbers. I blinked confused.

"Adding up our payments but, this one-" She pointed at a smaller amount compared to the rest at the bottom of the page.

"Is ripping us off, because I remembered at this mission, took us a whole day to do. We had to kill off a whole hospital of demons!"

I arched an eyebrow observing the rest of the large numbers then seeing a large amount being subtracted from the total. I pointed it out.

"What are these?" Lady sighed in defeat as I glanced at her.

"Property damage." She begrudgingly replied I couldn't help but giggle, shaking my head.

"We did the job, he should pay us in full." She added, chewing her pen again.

"Lady, give it a rest." Trish walked out of the kitchen with a cookie in her hand. She smiled at me, waving at the cookie before taking a bite.

"(Y/n), these are really good. You're getting better." I smiled and thanked her.

"I smell cookies! I want one!" Alfie said.

Trish pulled out another cookie behind hers and handed it to Alfie. He cheered and took a bite happily as crumbs fell down his chin and lap. Trish wiped it off for him and went back to her cookie.

"Trish, can you double-check this for me?"

Lady huffed again and went up to her. I giggled seeing both women start to pinpoint and remembered previous missions as Alfie studied braille. They then called out to Dante, who was peacefully resting with his eyes closed and his feet propped up on his desk and started discussing.

I passed them and headed for the kitchen to finish cleaning the kitchen. Spotting the mountains of dirty plates and dirty counters, I rolled up my sleeves and tied my hair back to start organizing. I smiled softly glancing over the recipe book Lady got me to get better at cooking, after the many attempts of blowing up the kitchen, I started to get the hang of it.

I wiped down the countertops and softly gigged to myself overhearing the conversation between the demon hunter debating about past missions.

"Dante, you remember what he looked like?" Trish asked.

"I told you that job was from that old man with the glasses." Dante groggily said and yawned.

"The tall or short one?"

"Uh, medium?" Dante questioned.

"What do you mean 'medium'?"

"Alright, was it the one with the blue or brown eyes?" Trish chimed in.