Se connecterBillie.
"So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner. "It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50 tip. "What are your bosses like?" Brian asked. I hesitated for a moment as I flipped my phone upside down. "An old couple. They’ve got a cute dog. Their grandkids might visit sometime this week."I lied casually. I don't know why I lied, but it's better to feed him something easy to digest. As long as the pay keeps coming in, I can deal with it. "Just don’t let them get under your skin. Old couples can be a nightmare.”He said, smiling. I chuckled, nodding along. ~~ I came out of the shower to soft jazz playing from Brian’s old Bluetooth speaker. I decided to wear something different. A black lace dress, sheer enough to make my reflection blush. It’s been a while since we connected. Thursdays are our sex days as per church rules. Brian closed the book he was reading. He may not be tall, handsome, or built like my bosses, but I love him. He’s cute, 5’10 with short blond hair, a little soft around the middle. He looked up at me. “Babe… what are you wearing?”He asked, with a frown. I glanced down at myself. “Something spicy.”I said with a smile. He shook his head. “The only lace you should be wearing is on your panties. Remember what Pastor John said.”He replied. He pulled out the nightdress he bought me, it's pink, long-sleeved, and so shapeless it could kill a man’s erection on sight. But not Brian’s. “Put this on.”He handed it to me. I sighed as I took and, changed into it. The dress brushed my ankles, making me look like a kidnapped Victorian girl. “Beautiful, now come here.”He said, patting the bed. I sat beside him. He turned off the lights and slipped under the covers. As he got on top of me there was no kiss or intimate teasing touches. Just silence and the squeak of the bed. I stared at the ceiling while he finished, fast and breathy. He rolled to his side and kissed my cheek. “Goodnight, babe.”He said. “Same,” I whispered. I turned away, curling into myself. Now I had to finish myself… again! I reached for my phone, scrolling through playlists to distract myself while I... finished what Brian couldn’t. But a new email caught my eye. It was the contract confirmation sent by LSL enterprises, my bosses. At first glance, it looked normal with legal terms, until I read the clauses that waived my rights to them, granted them permission to do anything with me with or without my approval. What the hell?! I reread it twice, my hands trembling. Disobedience, dishonesty, disloyalty and snooping around their business was punishable by death. I gasped, and slammed my phone shut as my heart hummered in my chest. This has to be some kind of mistake. But my signature was on it. I can't afford a lawyer to help me terminate this demonic contract. My only option was to never go back there. I’ll think of an excuse for Brian. First thing in the morning I'll go job hunting. Then when money picks up, we move out of town. ~~~ I woke up earlier than usual. My purse sat neatly on the bedside table which, I don’t remember putting it there. When I reached for it, it slipped and spilled its contents across the floor. A grey platinum card was among them. Huh? Where did this little guy come from. I picked it up, turning it over between my fingers. It must’ve slipped into my purse when I changed out of Silas’s shirt yesterday. Brian was still asleep, so I quietly made breakfast and slipped out of the house with my CV in hand, ready to find a job even though the pay might be lower than the devils mansion. I went job hunting, unsuccesfully the positions were filled or they will call. Even a dishwashing job I always knew would have vacancies was not available. By evening, my shoes were dusty, my throat dry, and my hope barely holding on. I was starting to feel like someone was pulling the strings to make sure I don't get hired. As I turned down our street, a silver saloon idled a few meters ahead, it's engine humming softly. The feeling of being watched prickled down my spine. I gripped my bag tighter, pretending not to notice, and walked faster toward the house. The car didn’t move, neither did the shadow behind the wheel. I rested on the couch and scrolled through my phone, still searching for job openings. A notification from the landlord popped up on my screen that my rent was two months behind. Another alert followed from my insurance company that the insurance hadn't been paid, and my car would be repossessed in the course of the week. I got up to fetch some water to calm my nerves. When I turned on the tap, nothing came out. Brian walked in just then, his tool box clanking against the floor. “Brian, that money I gave you for the bills, what did you do with it?” I asked, trying to stay as calm as possible. He avoided my eyes. “About that… I saw this ad for a casino and then I played. I was close to winning, I just missed by one digit.”He quipped. My heart dropped, I gulped down air. “What else did you use to gamble?”I asked, my voice breaking. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I borrowed a few coins from your account… and used that platinum card in your purse. You didn’t tell me you got a new one. But I promise, I’ll pay everything back. It was just a small mistake.”He replied. My hand flew to my mouth. He gambled Silas’s card, I'd taken it for grocery shopping in their estate. I'm trying to stay away from those devils and instead he drags me back to them on a silver platter. “Brian, do you have any idea what you’ve done?! That card wasn’t mine.” My voice trembled as I clutched my chest. “We can take a loan. I’ll pay it back. I didn’t win and lost the card, but I’ll replace it as soon as possible.”He said quickly. He stepped forward to touch me, but I shoved him away. Tears spilled from my eyes. “You promised me, Brian you swore you’d stop. We’ve lost everything. How could you?”I went off. “I did it for us! You’re acting like I killed someone. You hid your pay from me yesterday. Why?”He snapped. “Because you can’t be trusted with money! Look what you did!”I shouted. He sighed and finally met my eyes. “I just wanted to give you a better life.” “You keep making it worse. You’re turning my life into a nightmare!” I sobbed His brows arched, eyes widening. “So I’m your nightmare now, huh? Billie you came home in a man's cologne. You think I wouldn't notice. Yet I'm the bad guy here?” He said, voice rising. I paced around raking my hair with my fingers. We have nothing! “I told you where I work. You messed up Brian so don't turn this on me. You swore you would stop. Did you forget what happened in San Francisco. How could you do this to me?” I ranted. He kept defending himself, I couldn’t even look at him. I felt a little dizzy and sat on the chair holding my head as I sobbed. “Nothing you do makes anything better. I just wish I had a reasonable husband and not a man child.” I said. “Okay. If that's what you think of me.” He muttered, turned and slammed the door with a loud bang on his way out.Billie.My eyes fluttered open to a dull, hammering pain behind my left temple. The world tilted, blurred, then snapped into cruel focus.I was tied to a chair.Thick rope gnawed at my wrists, crossed and cinched brutally behind my back. More rope lashed my ankles to the chair legs. I tried to shift, just an inch. The wood creaked under me; the ropes didn’t give.I lifted my head, and the room came into view.I knew this room.The pale marble floor I’d mopped on my first day. The high ceiling with its single iron chandelier. The narrow window high on the wall, too small to climb through even if my hands were free. I’d spent forty minutes here scrubbing thinking how strange it was that a mansion this expensive still smelled faintly of old money and bleach.Now I was the one who couldn’t leave.My gaze drifted across the dim space and snagged on a small table three meters away. Something sat on it, draped beneath a plain black sheet. For reasons I couldn’t name, that covered thing scar
Billie. By morning, I had made up my mind. I was going back to the devils mansion. I came up with a story about being sick yesterday and hoped they would buy it.The men were already gone when I arrived, so I slipped into my uniform and started with cleaning chores. First Law’s room, then Silas’s, and finally Leon’s.“Once I make enough to clear the debts, I’m done for good,” I muttered, lifting a shoebox off the floor to return it to the closet. It felt heavier than it should. “I'll leave town and forget—” I paused as the box slipped from my hand and crisp cash bundles, spilled out in perfect hundreds to the floor. My pulse jumped, I've never seen that much money in my whole life. The angel in me whispered, “return the money where you found it. We already have the card situation.” The devil, “ this can pay all your debts, they are way too rich to notice. The card is Brian's fault. ” I listened to the latter, went back to the dressing room and found two more boxes, one under t
Billie. "So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner."It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50 tip."What are your bosses like?" Brian asked.I hesitated for a moment as I flipped my phone upside down. "An old couple. They’ve got a cute dog. Their grandkids might visit sometime this week."I lied casually.I don't know why I lied, but it's better to feed him something easy to digest. As long as the pay keeps coming in, I can deal with it."Just don’t let them get under your skin. Old couples can be a nightmare.”He said, smiling.I chuckled, nodding along.~~I came out of the shower to soft jazz playing from Brian’s old Bluetooth speaker. I decided to wear something different. A black lace dress, sheer enough to make my reflection blush. It’s been a while since we connected. Thursdays
Law.“We ship on the designated route. Everything’s been handled, so don’t screw this up,” I snapped into the phone. I gave clear instructions, yet half my crew acted like they had a collective lobotomy.I hung up and walked through the hallway, as I scrolled through shipment logs. Leon said the new maid would start today, but from the looks of the dirty plates, and messy counter in the kitchen. She hadn’t done much. He’d lose his mind if he saw this mess.I yanked the fridge open, so much food but none of us knows how to cook. I grabbed an apple. Biting into an apple, I turned toward my wing when something off caught my eye.The door to Lilith was open.That room was sealed this morning. Nobody went in there without clearance.A tropical fruits scent hit me as I stepped inside to peek. Bent over the tiles was a woman wearing Silas’s black shirt and loose shorts. She didn’t notice I was standing there. “That’s not what you are supposed to wear.” I said. She jolted, eyes widenin
Leon.“What do you mean you couldn't kill her! Silas, she saw you and Law kill Felix. Do you know what that means?!” I barked, cutting the smoke from my cigar with one sharp motion. “If she talks, everything goes sideways. No way I’m risking a PR nightmare. You had just one job.”Law smirked, pushing his glasses up. “I told you to let me handle him. Silas has gone soft.”He remarked. Silas didn’t flinch as he folded his hands.“I have watched her for a week and last night I set up surveillance at her house. So far she's not said a word to anyone. I will not kill her and neither will any of you.” Silas stated. I leaned back, on my chair. Missed kills were rare for Silas, as between all three of us he's the least merciful. Something about that woman must've made him stall and that makes her even more dangerous. “I'll have Baron stage a robbery gone wrong and she will be in the middle of the cross fire.” I said. “Very easy, it will leave no link to us.”Law nodded in approval. Silas
Billie.“Order for fries, diet Coke, and crispy fried heart attack, last one!” Milly chirped. “That customer’s a no-show. The place is empty.”I replied. “Shit,” she winced. “Dan left early for some family emergency. Please deliver it? I swear, I’ll pay your Uber. If Malcolm gets a customer complaint, we’re both toast.” She pleaded. “Fine.”I said, taking off my apron. With the bag in hand, I flagged down a cab. “Blue Saint Street, please.”I said to the driver once inside. The cab rolled to a stop in front of a sleek three-story apartment. I paid the fare and got out. As I approached the door, it creaked open.“Hello...? Mr. Morris? Your order has arrived?” My voice echoed. A beer sat on the counter, someone was definitely home. I made my way to the open basement door upon hearing voices coming from there. Six large, shadowy men stood around a guy on his knees. “Felix, we had a deal and you backstabbed us. “You thought we wouldn’t find you?” One said.“I'm begging you. To ple







