give them hell

Leah was struggling to admit it to herself, but what Remzi had said to her cut deep. Too fucking deep. He realised instantly he’d gone a little too far, perhaps even crossed the line which was wild because since when did they have lines? It had been a fucking free for all until now. Until feelings became involved. They clouded everything between the pair. Now all the fun had been sucked out of things with Remzi. She longed for things to go back to how they were before Ayla arrived. Even before Raik died. She missed how they’d bump into each other in the club. How she would drift into his arms, dance with him until one of them suggested ditching the club and going home together. Shit was simple back then.

Leah hesitated before grabbing her heels off her bedroom floor. What if Remzi was at the club tonight? She made sure she’d worn an extra tight fitting dress, just in case that piece of shit was in there. She peered at herself in the mirror one last time, making sure her makeup was perfect. There was no fucking way Ayla could look as hot as Leah. She’d spotted her in the club once or twice wearing the most plain boring outfits ever. Dresses that literally went below her knees. Yet, Leah was the one jealous of Ayla.

It was an unofficial night off for Leah. Well, only for a few hours. She trusted Damien would be out there keeping everything in check. Making sure Elias’ hadn’t noticed one of his reapers was ignoring the bell of death. Leah had been doing the job for so long now that it was easy to ignore that invisible pull towards a soul crying out in need. It was like a switchboard though. It was whoever answered first.

She’d managed to grab the attention of a man before she’d even entered the club. One those rich assholes who loved flashing his cash. He pressed his credit card into Leah’s palm as he edged forward to give her a kiss. He’d asked her to order him a drink, but Leah had other ideas. First she’d order herself a few drinks at the bar before disappearing out of there and straight into a shopping mall. Who needed real therapy when you had retail therapy. She stood at the bar, her eyes scanning the expensive bottles of liquor on the top shelf. Suddenly out of nowhere a girl barged her way to the front of the bar, pushing Leah and another woman aside, wedging herself in the middle of the two. “Are you fucking serious?” She snapped at the girl, who glared back at Leah. “Shut up, bitch.” Leah let out a hollow laugh at the comment. Brave. Really fucking brave. “I will smash your head so hard off this bar you’ll be seeing stars for a week.” If Leah really wanted to she could smash the girl’s head into pieces and end her there and then, but what if it grabbed Elias’ attention somehow?


RUBY HERRERA