DEVIL'S HEAT

MAKAYLA POVHer fingers leisurely yet with impatience, tapped the table. He was supposed to be here.9:00pm. Her glittering gold watch read. Her frown deepened. She was hungry-- very for that fact and her father, adopted, wasn't here for the dinner at a luxury suite, that he himself invited her to. If she didn't love the man, she would've left. This was an insult!Her jaw ticked as the faint ticking of her watch filled her eardrums. Where was the damn man?! Again, she repeated, if she didn't love this man, she would've left.Picking up her glass of exotic champagne, her perfectly manicured fingers played with the glass, her reflection becoming visible to her eyes. Her excellently carved eyebrows, eyes, lips; lips that never smiled, nose and the outlines of her face. Those weren't hers. It belonged to another-- a dead another.This face wasn't hers.Life, oh life and it's little petty quirks.Five years ago, everything was different. Her face

MAKAYLA POVAs they descended down the stairs, holding hands, all heads veered to their direction.The brunette from earlier sneered, jealousy written boldly on her forehead but invisible to all eyes. Except that it showed on her face as her frowns deepened."If you keep staring at them like that, you'll grow old like my aunt Imogen. Whenever she stares at people like that she wishes them bad and as a result, she never got anyone to love her.""Shut up Roberts." She hissed, rolling her eyes.He chuckled mockingly."Douche bag." She sneered."Waqiha."She gave him a stern, threatening glare for calling her a slut which he returned. Her black lined eyes with kajal made the glare more terrifying that it made Robert turned his attention else where.He couldn't wait for Knox and him to be alone so he could tell him what was happening.The angry voice of Mr. Phillipe boomed everywhere in the casino. "Who stole my wrist watch?!"

The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'. He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed. AL-Amin, h

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Spike yelled as he punched the wall. The impact didn’t bring him any pain...not at the moment. How could he have possibly missed the shot? With rage brewing in his blood, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, drank from it before smashing the bottle against the wall. Never in his life of being an assassin had he ever missed a shot. He plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind vividly going back to how this life he was in began. Spike Aryan Farooqi was just seven years old when he was forcefully taken away from his father. To this day, he never knew why. His mother was brutally raped to death in his presence. Before her death, his mother had begged for his sister not to be raped but even after she was done with, his sister followed suit. The young girl was just thirteen. Ever since, they’ve been separated and he was taught to kill.

MakaylaWith delight in her heart, she picked up her phone once she saw the caller."Hello papa" She sing-sang."My dearest Makayla." Al-Amin greeted on the other end of the line. "Papa, are you well?" Makayla, worried by the distress in his voice."Oh I am, just a little trouble here."Makayla shot up from her seat. "What trouble? Tell me you're okay? Do you need me to come home?" Al-Amin chuckled. "Stay where you are? It's nothing serious.""What happened though?" Makayla asked, a bit calmer."I went for a party and brought a beautiful girl home. She turned out to be a spy from Khalil.""Oh my God! Papa." Makayla gasped."Yeah, she's in my custody." "Is it still on the matter of you being a shareholder in his network and security company?" Makayla aske