All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S DUE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

LOS ANGELESMIA NOVAThe land of vanity requires a level of shamelessness to navigate when you don't own a ten thousand dollar pair of earrings to clutch. This is your friendly neighbourhood thief, and my one goal in life is to survive by any means.From a corner, I watched my victim very closely. He fit the description of what I was looking for. Geriatric, possibly seniele.I was dressed in a cloak of disguise that set me apart from the haughty echelons. Oversized coat covered in mud, and pig dung, chapped lips, fake synthetic wig drenched in a drunkard's piss, and my face smeared with coal so I could look the part of a homeless person.The old man with trembling fingers ended his call, and buried his phone back into his front pocket.That was my cue because at any moment from now, he would be on the move.I crossed the busy street quickly, my eyes never leaving my target that was already on the move.Patience was all I needed. The timing had to be precise or I risk fumbling pure gol

MIAThe devil cosplayer left me screaming like a crazy person which I absolutely looked like, but that wasn’t the point.I began to pace as I struggled to find the silver lining. It felt like it wasn’t forthcoming, until I caught a hint of my reflection on the large mirror in the room. Stopping dead in my tracks, my eyes widened as my brain, which was always in survival mode, registered what the devil cosplayer had said.He wanted to sell me to men. That was horrible. The worst thing that could happen to me. Yet I had to pretend it was fine because the first rule of survival was never to reveal one's fear. And my biggest fear was–The door opened, and from the mirror I saw two people who couldn't be more in contrast if they tried, walk into the room.The woman, late fouries at best, dressed in a cardigan with an inner shirt buttoned all the way to the top. Her hair was packed into a bun so tight, it dragged