The steady hum of the car was the only sound between Marco and Delilah. He kept his eyes on the road, his hands relaxed on the wheel, but he could feel Delilah’s impatience beside him. Her gaze was fixed on her phone screen, and she glanced at the time, then sighed softly. Thirty minutes late. She’d meant to hurry more.Marco threw her a quick look, noting her distracted expression. He figured she was in a rush to get to the café—most likely customers already waiting. But he didn't want to bother her with conversation, sensing her mind was miles away.When they finally pulled up to Shh... Café, Marco brought the car to a halt. He shifted the car into park and turned to her, reaching over with a slight smile. As he leaned in, Delilah was already gathering her clutch, pushing open the door with barely a glance back."Hey, slow down!" Marco laughed, catching her off guard."What?" Delilah turned back, her eyes wide with surprise. "I have to get to work!"He gave her a mischievous
Mrs. Doris nodded curtly, her eyes scanning Delilah’s face before shifting to the bag she carried. Delilah’s expression remained calm, unbothered by the faint tremor of unease that Mrs. Doris’s presence often sparked. They’d worked together before, on tasks that ranged from mere intimidation to… eliminations, if necessary.From her own bag, Mrs. Doris withdrew a pristine leather folder and opened it with a flick of her manicured fingers, revealing a stack of photographs and documents. She slid a particular photograph across the table toward Delilah. "I’m sure you’re aware of the... delicate nature of our business," she said, her voice smooth yet firm. "I have a new situation that demands your skills."Delilah glanced down, her eyes falling upon the photograph. Her gaze lingered on the man in the image—a senator, with the distinguished look of someone used to holding power and attention. His name printed beneath the photograph was familiar, but Mrs. Doris’s tone added a more gloom
Later that evening, Delilah, Helen, and Ruby gathered in the hidden room, the air thick with focus as they prepared. Delilah and Ruby were dressed to blend seamlessly into Bellvue Manor's elegant crowd—Delilah in black trousers and a white blouse with a high-necked design, while Ruby opted for a tea-length designer gown that would fit in perfectly among the manor’s wealthy donors.Delilah’s auburn curls were proving to be as stubborn as ever. She attempted to tame them herself, but Helen stepped in, her fingers moving skillfully as she helped smooth Delilah’s hair into a neat ponytail. Helen’s lips curved into a small smile as she worked, her face soft with a look of quiet happiness.Delilah caught sight of Helen’s expression in the mirror. "You seem awfully cheerful over there," she remarked, raising a brow.Helen chuckled softly, a trace of affection brightening her eyes. "Thanks to the payment," she replied, "I was able to make a proper dinner for my Zoe yesterday. She’s been as
Delilah’s stomach fluttered as she stepped out of the Uber, her eyes tracing the grand silhouette of Bellvue Manor. "Well, here goes," she murmured into her earbud."Keep it together, Delilah," Ruby’s smooth voice replied. "Tonight's our night."From her own vantage point, Helen’s voice crackled through the line, calm and precise. "Ladies, let’s keep it tight. Eyes open, ears sharper.""Roger that, Helen," Delilah responded. "We've got this."The evening mist couldn’t dull the manor’s grandeur, its stone exterior gleaming beneath the lights. A luxury car pulled up just then, and Ruby stepped out in a dark-red gown that caught the light in all the right ways.Ruby met Delilah’s eyes with a small, knowing smile. "Ready?"Delilah returned the look, her smirk subtle. "Let’s make it a night to remember."Helen chimed in from her café seat. "Just make sure you remember the cameras are in full surveillance mode, so every move counts. I’ll loop the footage when you’re in the ballroom.""Go
Streetlights cast fleeting glimpses of Ruby’s gloomy face as Delilah caught sight of her in the neighboring car, her expression unreadable but clearly tense.After what felt like hours, they arrived at the police station.Delilah's hands were numb from the cuffs as she was led down a stark corridor, then pushed into a cold interrogation room. The walls were bare, and the dim lighting cast sharp shadows that made everything feel harsher. Across the hall, Ruby was escorted into a similar room, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind her.The silence hung thickly as Delilah stared at the empty chair across the table, trying to steady her breathing. It was only a matter of time before an officer would walk in, start asking questions, pressuring her to break. She glanced around the room, seeking anything she could use to keep her composure, anything that might hint at an escape route.Then, suddenly, Helen’s voice came back through the earpiece, just a faint whisper. "Delilah, I’m no
Marco's eyes locked onto Delilah’s cell, his jaw set and gaze steady. "Release them," he ordered, his voice a quiet command that brooked no argument.The guards exchanged uneasy glances. One of them hesitated, clearing his throat. "Sir, I’ll need to confirm—""Confirm with Chief Inspector Reynolds," Marco interrupted, his tone cool and firm. "He’ll clear this up."The guard’s face paled as he hurriedly moved to comply. A tense silence filled the corridor until, a moment later, the keys clinked, and the cell doors swung open with a creak.Marco strode toward Delilah, his expression softening as he reached her. His hand lifted, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low, carrying an edge of something tender.Delilah nodded, relief flooding her as she looked up at him. "I am now."Marco’s gaze drifted down, taking in the wrinkled server uniform she wore, his lips pressing into a firm line. His questions were evident in the slight
Helen slipped her phone back into her pocket after Delilah’s call, exhaling as she finished wiping down the café’s last table. She glanced around, dimming the lights before locking the door behind her. At least she could head home without worrying too much about her friends—they were out of that police station mess, and she’d catch up with them tomorrow to hear all about it.She was exhausted and, knowing she’d be too drained to cook, stopped by a takeout place to grab chicken nuggets and a couple of rice bowls. The scent wafted from the bag, making her stomach rumble. It wasn’t the dinner she’d imagined, but it would do for tonight. Inwardly, a flicker of disappointment remained. Their plan hadn’t gone the way she’d hoped, but at least Delilah and Ruby were safe.Finally, she made her way to Harper’s apartment. Helen knocked, feeling relief as she waited. She heard footsteps from within before a soft voice called, "Who’s there?""It’s me, Helen," she replied, her voice tired ye
The morning news blared on Delilah’s screen, a bold headline about Senator Ryder. She watched with a detached expression, hoping to see confirmation that he had finally died. Her only consolation was that, even if the authorities sniffed around her as a suspect, Senator Ryder’s death itself was a victory. But then, a new update caught her attention. When he attended the private charity dinner at Bellvue Manor last night, gave a grand speech as the keynote speaker—and then, finally, collapsed and died.Delilah sighed in relief. At least he's dead. Maybe this would buy her some breathing room from Mrs. Doris’s unpredictable wrath.Delilah stepped into the black sedan waiting in the mansion's driveway, exchanging a brief nod with Marco. He drove her to the café, the drive passing in silence. His fingers drummed the wheel rhythmically, but Delilah’s gaze remained fixed out the window, lost in thought. Soon enough, they arrived, and she stepped out, offering Marco only a slight smile
Delilah blinked, her stomach knotting. Did she just call me poor? And those dresses cheap?Jonah glanced at Delilah, his expression softening with something akin to pity. "Let it be," he said quietly to the woman. "Don’t trouble her."Delilah’s cheeks flushed. She glanced down at her simple gown, suddenly questioning its appearance. But when her gaze shifted back to the woman’s attire, she couldn’t help noticing how extravagantly luxurious it was. The kind of outfit meant to scream wealth."But baby—" the woman started.Delilah cut her off with a scoff, her composure icy. "Please hand me the clothes," she said to the associate, her voice firm but calm. "I’ll take them to the checkout counter myself."The associate obeyed, passing the clothes to Delilah with an apologetic look.Without sparing the couple another glance
Delilah stared at her phone screen as Marco’s name glowed brightly. Her heart gave an unexpected jolt."Why is he calling at this time?" she wondered.Her heart raced, the usually cold and calculating parts of her mind momentarily disrupted.She glanced around the hospital ward, ensuring no prying eyes or ears were nearby. The ward was still, only the faint hum of machinery and distant footsteps breaking the quiet.She pressed the answer button."Excuse me," she said coolly to Gino, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.Delilah walked out of the ward, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Only once she was in the empty corridor, her back against the wall, did she lift the phone to her ear."Hello?" she said, her voice steady."Hi," Marco’s familiar, deep voice came through
The soft click of the door behind Delilah as she stepped into Gino’s room seemed to echo louder than it should.Her eyes swept over the large VIP ward, noting the unnecessary luxury for someone supposedly recovering from digestive issues.Gino lay on the bed, his hand connected to an IV, his face a picture of forced innocence. Beside him stood a young nurse, her nervous smile betraying her discomfort.The nurse greeted Delilah hesitantly. "He’s still under treatment, ma’am, and—"Delilah cut her off, her voice smooth yet firm. "Please, could you excuse us for a moment?"The nurse glanced at Gino for approval. Gino, with a barely noticeable flick of his eyes, gave her the signal to leave. She nodded awkwardly and hurried out, leaving Delilah and Gino alone.Delilah set the bag she’d brought onto the small table by the
The knock on the library door was firm yet restrained, interrupting Marco's focused gaze on the documents scattered across his oak desk.Without lifting his head, he adjusted his wristwatch and called out, "Come in."He expected Lucia’s familiar face to peek in, but instead, Delilah stepped through the doorway. Her soft smile and composed demeanor instantly filled the room."Hi," she greeted, her voice light and inviting.Marco leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hi."Delilah closed the door gently behind her and walked further in. "I came to check up on you. How’s it going?""Great," Marco replied, though his tone lacked conviction. He glanced at his wristwatch again and frowned. "Except that Lucia was supposed to be here by now to assist me, but she’s not here yet."Delilah’s brows
"And what will you do anyway?" Lucia sneered. "Push me out? That won’t work because I’ll boldly return with a recent tape of Marco groaning my name."Lucia leaned closer, her voice lowering mockingly. "Take note of that, you poor orphan."Something in Delilah snapped at the insult.Before she could think, her hand shot out, landing a resounding slap across Lucia’s face.The sound echoed in the small restroom, and Lucia staggered back, her expression a mix of shock and pain."You—" Lucia started, but Delilah grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.The fight began.Lucia, fueled by rage and her wrestling past, swung at Delilah with strikes.Delilah, though reluctant at first to engage fully - because she had never hurt a woman and didn't intend to - defended herse
Delilah poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling slightly as the ruby liquid swirled into the glass.She took a deep breath and steadied herself before taking a sip, her lips pressing tightly against the rim as she fought the gnawing sensation in her chest."How could I have been so stupid?" she thought, almost chuckling as her mind replayed the conversation over and over.Marco’s sharp tone, the disappointment in his eyes—it all haunted her.The room felt cold despite the warm atmosphere.Delilah wrapped her free arm around her torso, her hand gripping her side tightly.The glass met her lips again, and this time, she drank deeply, letting the burn distract her from the ache inside.Delilah refilled the wine glass. She raised it to her lips, ready to drink again.Just as
Delilah didn't think much about it.In the evening, she leaned over the railing, the cool breeze brushing her face, she was already prepared for what was coming.Anticipation buzzed faintly in her chest as she saw Marco’s familiar silhouette approaching the mansion’s entrance.But he wasn’t alone.Lucia was with him, her tall frame radiating confidence as she walked beside Marco, holding some documents.Delilah straightened, her lips thinning as her fingers gripped the railing tighter.She descended the stairs deliberately, her heels clicking against the polished wood.The sound echoed sharply, cutting through the quiet hall like a warning.The sound caught Marco’s attention, and he looked up, his dark eyes immediately landing on her.For
Delilah narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. "The bigger picture? Is that what you call turning your back on someone who trusted us?"Helen finally spoke, her tone gentle but firm. "It’s not about trust. It’s about safety, Delilah. Mrs. Madison’s situation was tragic, yes. But we’re not detectives or vigilantes. We’re executors. We handle executions, not investigate deaths."Delilah let out a bitter laugh. "Is that how you justify it? By sticking to the job description?"Helen frowned but said nothing.Ruby, however, couldn’t resist. "It’s not just about that. Look, I don’t want to get caught up in this because it never ends well when emotions come into play. You know that, Delilah."Delilah took a step closer to the table, her presence commanding despite the room's elegant and tranquil decor.Her
Helen tilted her head, her doubt evident. "This is about Mrs. Madison, isn’t it?"Delilah’s jaw tightened, her eyes smoldering. "Yes."Ruby’s brows drew together, her voice hesitant. "The client? The one you postponed yesterday?"Delilah nodded, her voice a knife’s edge. "She’s dead."A thick silence enveloped the room. Ruby’s eyes widened, darting to Helen, who sat frozen, her lips parted in shock.Helen leaned forward, her voice cautious yet probing. "Dead? How?""They’re calling it a suicide," Delilah replied, her tone clipped, each word deliberate. "But there’s more to it than that."Ruby’s lips parted as realization dawned. "Wait, are you saying—"The soft creak of the door interrupted them, and all three heads turned.Mrs. Hay