Reaper

I entered my car still and closed the door with a thud. It has only been a minute of me closing the door when German knocked on the car's window. I feel unusually irritated but I still opened the window.

If only its not him I would have driven away here in a minute...

"I am not going with that man. You can head with him if you want. Luther will be more grateful if you will-" I am still talking continuously when he eyed me.

I gulped the whole of my argument and loured in front of my car.

I tried to calm myself down but I keep flaring up with each passing moment! My temper moderator is damn not cooperating.

"We can talk here by the window, " I proposed at him but he only shook his head.

I looked at the dog with a scowl on my face. He only wiggled his tail on me.

Dog, you should bark.

"I'm afraid the talk will last a bit longer. The dog needs to rest now. I'll be taking him home-" he lectured, making me divert my focus back at him again.

Long talk? He is obviously covering up with the dog part! For a while, I grimaced darkly in front. Chewing my dispute for this and not spatting it to German!

"With your car." he resumed, pushing me to move now.

I clenched my jaw briefly. Why is he even with that asshole?

"I ought to go home too, we must get home toge-"

He smiled before he removed himself from the window.

With a loud feet thump, I walked out the car.

I turned to German, giving him a solemn glare. He'd only smiled at me. He also neared me to open my closed and unparticipative palm where the key is.

"We are going. Call when you need help, " he whispered to me before he drove out the car into the darkness.

I turned to Vanroe only to see him looking at me. And it seems like he doesn't want to hide the staring with the way he is looking now.

"What do you want?"

I am cold and impatient and I don't care. This talk better be done fast.

It was dark in here and I feel like it kinda enveloped us perfectly. Two dark souls united by the darkness on the beach.

How romantic.

"I'll drive you home," he stated which made me tight up.

My eyes glittered with hostility.

"I was not left here for that kind of agenda" I spat back immediately, getting heated by the minute.

"Well, I am," he said, making me close the distance between us so I could strangle him but he was fast to restrain my hands.

His deep expression didn't change, in contrast with me who is getting so vexed at him right now. Why am I easily annoyed now?!

"I. am. not. a. puppet. " I firmly stated as I struggle to free my hand off his hold but he'll only tighten his hold on me more.

He might be thinking I am someone he can just order and play around with. I am not like those girls. He is very wrong! If this man here has to do something for Luther  then they have to consider I am no cooperative of their bullshit!

I was not and I will never be a puppet to anyone.

"Let go of me."

Fiercely forcing my wrist out of his hold, he then raised my hand up to the sky making my cover-up slide, revealing some of my chest.

I caught how his eyes peek at it before he watch my stern expression back.

Under the moonlight, an insulting glitch sparkled on his orbs.

My eyes darkened more because of the offense he is giving. I moved my knee to hit him down there but his other hand skillfully grabbed my leg so high that it reached his waist. I felt his strong legs between me, firm on its position like some indestructible fence.

The cover-up is no longer useful because along with this man's brash moves, the wind is moving it gracefully too. Now it is covering none.

"Piece of shit..." I cursed him in the face

He smirked at my face.

See? A damn asshole.

Well I am also a freaking bitch, but this one is a lot more of what anyone could take!

"I just said I'll drive you home. Why are your eyes fiery? " he lectured as if I should care about his chivalry.

I thought he wants to talk about something important and here he is talking about taking me home?

Is he fucking with me?

Because I am not up for it.

"There are things we have to talk about,"

"Did Luther ask you to-"

"I am not lame. Why should I be dictated by your father about this?" he paused.

"Besides, do you think this would interest him?"

He really is something.

"Does that last statement suppose to knock me out?" I grinned.

"No. Everyone knows you don't care about your father."

His eyes darted on my lips when I remained muted. Then it darted to my eyes when I smiled.

I sarcastically laughed hard that it sounded too fake on my ears. Of course, they'll see this the other way around.

He tightened his hold on me making me feel aware that he has control over me now. That grasp freaking hurts!

I tried to escape once more but none happened. And it doesn't help that I am just wearing a bikini under this thin silk cover-up. And it is a freaking bright white bikini on this dark night! A string one at that!

I glared at him more but he only surpassed it with an unwavering intimidating facade. His palm is definitely burning my once cold legs now.

"Let me go,"

"Then behave better to deserve it, yeah?"

"You don't have a say-"

His eyes drifted to our position. He jerked his head down on my unfree hands.

"As of the moment, you know I do"

"What do you really want?"

I am already on the edge when he gave me a sarcastic smirk.

"And perhaps you should chill and listen ," he lethally spat back.

My jaw clenched.

I tried to knock him with my head even with the obvious height difference so when he boredly dodge sideways I clashed below his neck.

I breathed violently as I withdrew off his scent.

"This is the first and last time you can do this to me. "

He understood the meaning behind my words. He placed my feet on the sand snappily. He also freed my now red wrist. If only I didn't balance myself better I might have kissed the sand with the way he let go of me.

I moved a few steps away from him immediately. I fixed the cover-up properly on my body this time. He watched me do so.

"Is this the conversation you want to have? " I said but he responded nothing.

Crickets.

His silence almost made me throw a fit again but he spoke then.

"The mafia is welcoming you red, mafia reaper. " he dropped like he is very sure I will be.

What did he just say?

I gazed at him but he held my eyes heavily so I immediately balked.

"I will not kill for your mafia. " I said controlling my voice from lashing, anger creeping on me now.

They may be sick thinking that I'll agree with this. This whole idea and the person in front of me are making me awfully sick! I will not lay a hand on people who did nothing wrong to me!

I will not kill for that mafia.

"You are already assigned and the higher ups have already affirmed Mr. Flinn about it-"

I cut him off which made him shut his lips to a grim line.

"Well, fuck both of you, " I hissed at him, really crisp this time.

He stepped two times, leaving just a little distance between us. I didn't step back for I do not see any reason to be dominated by his trance anymore. Somehow his declaration braved me to bitch-fit without getting intimidated of his overflowing intensity.

"You really had a bitch tongue. I feel like I need to do something about that," he warned with a voice making him more dangerous now.

I don't give a fuss. I won't be shaken by his deep voice and the intensity of his glare when all that's registering on me is the idea that I have to kill people who cause nothing on me! That it is their move to make me one of those puppets the mafia has!

Why would that man even allow Vanroe or whoever the fuck it is to assign me? That organization is a killing den!

Oh.

Right.

He doesn't even care a little whether I'll die serving his dear mafia. He wouldn't even have a second thought whether I'll agree on this or not.

But I wasn't quite surprised now. He's been like that for years.

Flawlessly, I shut off any little emotion that can possibly radiate from me. His brow crooked as he watch me shut down.

"I can take myself home ALONE. " I icily stated and walked away from him.