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“What’s your name?” I ask, taking a step towards him.
“Devil.” His voice is rich and deep, sending goosebumps across my skin. I take another step and his body tenses.
“Thank you.” I murmur, not sure what else to say. I have a million questions, but after what just happened, my mind is blank.
“Always, Nova.”
My breath hitches. “How do you know my name?”
He begins to walk away, throwing his response over his shoulder. “I’m the devil. I know everything.”
Chapter Three
Nova
Lacey flipped out when I went back inside and told her what happened.
After calling the police, she called Jared and chewed his ass for at least half an hour. He gave me a couple of days off with pay for the inconvenience.
Yeah, almost being raped next to a dumpster is a huge fucking inconvenience.
My boss is an idiot, and we all know it, but it’s not worth the extra oxygen to try and explain shit to him. So, I agreed to the paid time off.
I was surprised to find out his cheap ass has security cameras in the front and back of the building, so there was video of what happened to me. The paramedics cleaned the blood from my forehead from headbutting Emmett. They advised me to ice my cheek where he slapped me and keep the cuts on my knuckles clean from where I was punching him during the attack.
The police talked to me after watching the security footage. They asked me multiple times if I knew who killed Emmett. They said he wouldn’t be in trouble, they just wanted to talk to him.
Bullshit.
I played dumb, telling them I had absolutely no idea who the guy was. In reality, that’s the truth. I don’t know his name orwhat he looks like. I could’ve pointed the cops in his direction, but why?
He saved me.
He killed for me.
That alone has me fucked up.
I did get a little enjoyment watching the coroner zip him up in the body bag.
Bastard.
Other than the interview at the police station, I spent most of my time off in bed, my emotions all over the place. Not only was I almost sexually assaulted, but it reminded me of all the times it happened while I was with my mother. Needless to say, I laid around eating junk food and watching horror movies. It raised my spirits by the time I came back to work this afternoon.
It’s been a quiet shift so far, no drunk assholes pissing me off just yet.
Around ten o’clock the door opens and the mysterious stranger strolls in. He looks my way before heading to the back corner, sitting at his usual table.
I’ve asked a few people why they call him ‘Devil’, but I’m always met with the same answer, even from Lacey and Jared. They tell me to drop it and leave it alone.
I’ve never been good at letting shit go and the curiosity is killing me. I can’t leave the bar unattended, and Lacey is the only waitress tonight, so I improvise. Snatching a napkin from the holder, I grab the pen from my pocket and write him a note.“Why do they call you the devil?”
Lacey appears, rolling her eyes. “Same as usual for your new friend.”
Her attitude rubs me the wrong way. “Why are you being like that when he saved my ass the other night?” I snap.
Her eyes widen, taken aback by my tone. “Nova, I’ll always be grateful he was there, but it doesn’t change the fact he’s apsychopath. He’s dangerous and you’ll do good to remember that.”
I laugh sarcastically. “He’s such a bad guy, but he saved my ass.”