When a swivel of events land Jaslene Romero in jail, it's up to Aarirai to get her out. Desperate to release her sister-by-heart from the concrete block she's been thrown into, Aarirai Andal gets help from Lysias Efah, the only man in New York City...
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I never let my feelings take control. Never. Especially about missions and deals, but today was beyond me. Dropping the beaten blue receiver on the side stand, I got up before I could lose my resolve. My eyes scanned the people in orange onesies as I walked towards the exit, but a woman at the furthest booth, with burnt red hair that matched her tattoo vibe and tobacco stained teeth, burned holes at my form, almost like she knew me. Turning away, I quickly waved at Jas' confused form, and whispered,
"Ako bahala sayo." (I've got you.)
I know she wouldn't have heard it, but I had to reassure myself.
As I walked out of the visitors room, a lone tear slipped down my cheek, a sign of the strong guilt filling my embodiment. Regret took his throne and the urge to run back inside and tell Jas everything was quite overpowering. The confusion taking up a quarter, longing taking up a half and a troubled look taking up the rest in her eyes broke me.
I wanted to go back, hug her, and tell her that I missed her, that I wanted her home for Christmas, baking gingerbread, that I bought her her most awaited gift, that I traded myself for her freedom, but I wouldn't, not today, not ever. She gave me hope in our raison d'être, she is my strength, my life in New York, and as much as I am a highly skilled assassin, without her, I would probably be dead, lying in one of the alleys in the city. We were each other's family here, and I would sell my soul for her.
Well, I already did, but at least I did so to the devil himself.
That night held a promise. His grey eyes continued to haunt me day and night, the last few days were spent slightly distracted and reminiscing. I could feel his large hands on me, his strong hold burning my skin.
I quickly wiped the tear away and slipped my sunglasses back on to hide my emotions as I stepped out of the establishment and walked towards Kohl. Emotions were a dangerous attestation in my situation. I could never let anyone know anything, for even the wind had eyes and ears in this city.
Kohl has been my baby for the last three years, a black Maserati Alfieri, glossy finish, black italian leather and suede interiors, and a perfect regal look. She was the best fit for me, especially with my driving tendencies and special escapades.
The drive back home felt empty despite having The Weeknd playing in the background. My mind was stuck back in that visitors room and Jas' broken look.
Pressing my finger on the sensor in the elevator, I continued thinking about the plan, Jas, Lysias and the strange woman that caused confusion and suspicion to cloud my thoughts.
When I stepped out of the elevator, the last person I expected to see eating strawberries in my living room was the devil himself. Yes, Lysias was eating all my precious strawberries with my dark chocolate dip and whipped cream. Bastard. As much as I wanted to throw a screaming tantrum for touching my strawberries, I slipped my heels off, and walked towards him holding a feline stance.
