IX

"So you've already seen the kitchen." Demon casually points in the direction of the kitchen with a lazy hand.

“Okay but let’s go there again.” I say enthusiastically as if I was a young kid who had been taken to a fun fair for the first time. “I kinda forgot what it looks like.” I smirk at him.

“Really?” He exasperates. After an excited nod of my head, he releases a deep breath and walks to the direction of the dirty kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I put on a big show of looking shocked and amazed. I even go as far as clapping my hands on either side of my face like Kevin from ‘Home Alone’. Demon shakes his hand at my stupid antics but he has a shadow of a smirk gracing his beautiful face.

“Wow, I think I am in love with the state of the art appliances.” I say, carefully stepping through the mess blanketing the floor. “I mean, look at these stunning knock-off marble countertops, and this grimy stove that must have been considered modern when my grandmother was still swinging that pole.” I say sacastically.

“Please stop talking, I don't need the image of a grandmother on a strip pole.”

“Excuse me, my grandmama is hot! Okay yes gravity and old age have gotten to her and she ain't as tight as she was back then but she could still slay on the pole.”

“I think you just managed to do the impossible and ruin strip clubs for me.” Demon says, before dismissing me and walking out of the kitchen and down the passage that leads to the rest of the apartment.

I smirk evilly while entering the dark hallway that Demon just disappeared into, when I finally catch up to him he lazily points at a door to my left.

"That's the bathroom."

I walk closer to the door, and swing it open. I look into a small bathroom that has a shower, a basin and a toilet. Apart from a empty soap and shampoo bottles lying around, the bathroom is surprisingly clean compared to the rest if the house.

Demon doesn't walk further down the hallway, but just points at a door across from the bathroom.

"That is my bedroom."

Like I did with the bathroom, I walk closer to his bedroom door so that I can peak into it. Just as I reach out to turn the door's handle, my hand is painfully smacked out of the way. Shocked, I cradle my throbbing hand against my chest. I glare at Demon.

"What was that for?" I whine out.

"There is one rule in this house," Demon starts, "And that rule is that--"

"There are no rules?" I interject before he can finish his sentence.

"No! The rule is that you are NOT allowed in my room. EVER!"

"Geez!" I say, putting my hands up in surrender. "No going into your room, I get it."

"Good." Demon turns around and walks back to the living room. I look at the door to his bedroom and make a mental note to go and check what is behind that door later on. This nigga done lost his mind if he actually thinks that I am going to listen to him. By placing emphasis on my ban from his bedroom, he has made want to go in there all the more.

Back in the living room, I sit on my stool while Demon is on the couch. “Um…” I start of awkwardly, “If I'm not allowed in your room, where will I be sleeping then?”

“On the couch obviously.”

My eyebrows shoot to the top of my forehead, “wait I don't think I heard you proberly. I thought you said that I will be sleeping on this nasty couch.”

“Well you heard right.”

“What? You can't seriously expect a lady to sleep on the couch when there is a perfectly comfortable bed.” I place my hands on my hips to try and look intimidating, but based off of Demon’s uninterested expression I can deduce that I look as intimidating as a chipmunk right now.

“Well I think you forgetting that you are actually kidnapped and you should consider yourself lucky that you are not chained up this very second.”

I pucker my lips out as I realised how correct he is. For a person who is supposedly kidnapped I am able to roam this apartment freely and I’m not tied up in ropes in some dark closet somewhere. At that, I just sit quietly for a second, before I decide that that is enough silence.

"So Demon, what do you do for a living?" I ask curiously, looking at the side of his head. I would be shocked if he told me he was a model, but then what would a model be doing kidnapping poor innocent girls?

"I kill people." Demon answers without any hesitation.

A short silence follows after his confession before I bust out laughing. My boisterous laugh drowning out the sound of the TV. When I snort like a pig, Demon looks at me in amusement.

When I am done with my laughing fit, I turn to Demon.

"Man, you are one funny guy." I wipe a stray tear away from my eye. "I kiLl pEopLe." I mimic his answer under my breath, causing me to succumb to another fit of giggles.

"I'm not joking, I really kill people." He pushes.

"Okay, sure." I answer back sarcastically.

"I'm being for reals, I am an assassin."

"Yeah sure, then in that case I'm President Barack Obama’s daughter." I snort in a very unladylike manner.

"It's fine, don't believe me then."

"Alright, let's say that you really are an assassin." I entertain the crazy idea, "then where would you keep your guns? Cause all assassins have guns right?"

"I have two on me at all times; I got five in the car and about a dozen hidden around in the apartment.” He answers back casually.

"Okay, sure." I say with a roll of my eyes.

Demon's iPhone that is on the coffee table starts vibrating to indicate that a call is coming through. Demon doesn't hesitate to reach out for the phone and to answer the call.

"Yeah?" He speaks into the phone. Damn, not even a 'hello'? Demon listens to what the person on the other end of the call is saying for about a minute and a half before he interrupts the person.

"Get to the point Ronin." At the mention of Ronin's name, my attention instantly on Demon. An image of Mr Extra Small finds its way into my mind.

"Cool, I'm on my way bro." Demon says, getting off the couch, "Keep him alive."

At the last words, I scrunch my brows up in confusion. Keep him alive?

"Where are you going?" I question, my gaze following Demon as he gets up off the couch.

"To bust a cap in an asshole's ass." He replies casually.

Woah! That was a lot of 'ass' for one sentence!

"Okay..." I say, while also standing up off the stool, "I'mma pretends I know what that means."

"It means I'm going to do my job and kill someone." Demon reaches out for the back of his pants. He whips out a gun from the band of his pants.

My 'Fight or Flight' instinct kicks in, I drop to the floor with my hands covering the top of my head. I shriek loudly as my eyes are scrunched close.

Oh my Gucci! He wasn't joking! I repeat, He Wasn't Joking! The mans is really a killer!

"What's your problem?" Demon question, the confusion is thick in his voice. "Get up off the floor."

I stand up and face Demon with my hands up in the air. I eye the gun that is in his hand which is resting lazily by his side.

"Put your hands down! I'm not going to shoot you, idiot."

“Nigga I don't trust you like that!” I exclaim with my hands still suspended high in the air, “I don't play when it comes to guns, I value my life way too much for that.” When he doesn't raise the gun at my direction, it becomes clear that he ain't gonna shoot me, so I slowly and cautiously put my hands down.

"So you weren't playing around about the whole assassin thing, huh?" My voice comes out as a squeak. I quickly clear my throat.

"I told you I wasn't joking." Demon says with a roll of his eyes. He checks the chamber of the gun, counting the bullets. When he's satisfied, he shoves the chamber back into the gun. Putting the gun back into his belt buckle, he grabs his phone off the couch and walks over to the kitchen.

I follow Demon into the kitchen and see him grabbing keys off the kitchen counter.

"Can I come with you?" I ask, following him as he walks out the kitchen again.

"No." He doesn't even take a second to think about it.

"Come on please." I run until I am standing in front of him, blocking him from walking any further."I don't wanna stay here by myself."

"No." Demon moves around me and because his stupid long legs, he is already standing in front of the door by the time I turn to face him. I watch as he opens the door and is about to step out.

"Pleeeeaaaassssseeee" I beg.

The only answer I receive is the slamming of the door and the distinctive clicking of a lock.

Damn it! If this is not the worst day in my life, I have no idea what is. I've been kidnapped by hunks, manhandled by one of those hunks. I nearly escaped, but got caught and was shoved into the hands of a killer hunk, both literally and figuratively.

I wonder if my family back home misses me... Nah! Those niggas hated me, which is partly why I ran away to America. My mother was just so overbearing, and not in that loving way when you know she only wants the best for you. My mother wanted to control every single aspect of my life, so that she could make sure I wasn't out in the streets ruining her perfect image. And my dad, well let’s just say that he was a pussy. My mom wore the pants in their marriage and she wasn't afraid to let anybody know that.

I now realize that coming to America, was like the worst decision of my life! I should have gone to Canada or to Australia or something. No, I should have gone to North Korea! I could have been sipping cocktails with Kim Jung Un right now, instead of being stuck in a crappy apartment in who-knows-where.

I take a deep breath in and release it a second later. Turning my back against the door, I face the apartment with my hands on my hips.

Whelp! I can't change the past but I can sure as hell influence to future, which is why I gotta find a way to get the fuck out of here.

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