Anne was fed up but she couldn’t think of giving up now.
She considered walking back into the club and heading to the VVIP section but she knew one wrong move would get her killed in there.
She preferred to deal with these kind of men on her turf.
At least a quiet and dark place where she could end them and whatever bodyguard they carried around.
She walked into the parking lot wondering if she could find him there by chance, at least she had the plate number of his cars memorised.
Though flashy black cars were parked, none of them carried the plate number she was searching for.
Her eyes darted from one point of the parking lot to the other a few more times just to be sure but none of them were his.
She thought of just calling it a night and return to her rundown apartment.
It was very obvious the person she was searching for had left the club and she had no idea where he lived.
Even if she knew she wouldn’t dare go to his house.
He could have his security chop her up and feed her to his dogs if he had any.
As she walked out of the parking lot, a thought suddenly occured to her and she felt like a light bulb rest on her head, in her thoughts actually.
She rushed back to the dark alley hoping to find those thugs so she could beat some answers out of them.
Her boss didn’t give her enough information, just whatever scraps he got from people around.
It turns out Mr. Daemon is an enigma.
She halts abruptly as she stared at the empty alley.
The thugs were no where to be found, although a faint metallic smell of blood lingered in the air.
She could have sworn she knocked each of them out except for the bald man.
But even the bald man looked immobile at the time she left the alley.
“What happened while I left?” She wondered aloud with furrowed brows, now she felt like a huge question mark hovered above her head.
She took a few more steps into the alley heading for the dumpster.
She looked into it and was shocked at the sight that met her.
She could see the bodies of the thugs and no they were not alive.
What the hell happened to them?.
She had only left them laying on the ground and she comes back to meet them dead.
Who did this?.
Suddenly a sound echoed in the alley and Anne quickly quickly pulls out the gun that had been strapped to her thigh the whole time.
She looks at the place the sound came from, a masculine figure stood there.
A frown rests on her face and she gripped the gun a little tighter.
The figure began approaching her slowly, the image of the man got clearer.
He had a silver hair with streaks of black, a set of gray orbs gave off a cold look, his nose looked perfectly sculptured, his lips rested in a thin line but they looked slightly red, his jawline was sharp and hard.
A red silk shirt hugged his hard body while a large and long coat with faux fur on the collar lazily rested on his shoulders, his hands were tucked in the pockets of a fitted black trouser.
He looked otherworldly and unreal but his dark and oppressive aura sent a chill running down her spine .
The little hairs at the back of her neck stood straight as fear settled deep in her chest, her heart seemed to thud a bit faster than usual.
She pointed the gun at him instantly, he was definitely dangerous.
And she knew just who he was.
Mr. Daemon.
He must have been the one who killed those thugs.
Just where the hell did he come from?.
Has he been here the whole time?.
Numerous questions popped up in her head as she kept the gun pointed at this man.
Who exactly is Mr. Daemon?.
Daemon stopped about fifteen steps away from her, the night light flickered but that wasn’t enough to distract Anne.
“I heard you were searching for me. Here I am” His frigid and husky voice made the night air even colder.
He knew she was searching for him.
That was fast for someone who wasn’t in the underworld.
How did he know?.
Anne began to wonder if the bartender tipped him.
Either ways, she knew only one of them will be walking out of this alley and it had to be her.
She had come this far.
” Listen Kitten, I know why you’re here.
Even if you trained for a thousand years more you could never lay a finger on me except I allow it.”
His sinister smile remained but it never reached his eyes.
He looked utterly amused at the sight of her even though she was pointing a loaded gun at his face.
“Your boss sent you on a suicide mission. So let’s make a deal. You do everything I ask for a month and I will help you out with only one request. Afterwards, I will allow you to kill me” He looked like someone who was just talking about the weather, but his cold face looked nothing friendly.
What audacity did this man have to negotiate with her when he was at her mercy?.
His hands were even in his pockets!.
“What if I refuse?” The dark aura around him was already sending a red alarm blaring in her head.
The side of his mouth slowly curled into a smirk.
“Kitten, if you refuse my offer I’ll just have to kill you right here”.