Double Assignment

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Maxim.

I couldn't get it out of my head. No matter how hard I tried, those words rang dangerously in my ears, reminding me that I wasn't the only one in danger now. I'd somehow managed to get her into trouble too.

Her.

After our rendezvous that wonderful night, I genuinely wanted our paths to cross again. She was drop-dead gorgeous in her tight wooly dress and red lips; it'd been a while I'd found myself swooning over a girl. It was usually the other way around and I enjoyed every bit of it. But now, I wasn't so sure of it.

She was trouble,  but in like a good way. I loved seeing her riled up and frustrated but at the same time she is stressed didn't sit right with me. In conclusion, she was driving me mad, and strangely enough, I was enjoying every bit of it.

Except for the part that somehow, I'd mixed her up in the stalker business. I was scared, but mostly for her. I don't think I'd forgive myself if anything happened to her, but somehow she just keeps on getting entangled in my mess.

A beep from my phone interrupted my thoughts. Taking a cursory glance, I groaned at the name flashing on the notification icon.

"Ughhh!" I groaned, slapping my palm against my forehead in agony. It hurt, but whatever the devil's advocate wanted to discuss with me would hurt way more." What does he want from me?"

As if reading my mind somehow, another text dropped in.

"I need you, son." I scoffed at the three-letter word. The only time I was ever his son was whenever he needed help. " It's really urgent."

"Of course it is." My fingers hovered over the green icon that would connect me and the devil himself." Best to get this over with, right Max?"

"Son, finally.." I cut him off. I thought not hearing his voice would somehow shimmer down the amount of enmity I had for him, but I was wrong in more than a thousand and one ways.

"What do you want?" I snapped and I swear I heard him curse. My voice was icy, even for me but he deserved that. Every inch of it." I don't have time for this."

"That's no way to talk to your ole pops son, is it now?" On a normal day, that would have put me in a better mood, but today wasn't a normal day. "How are you?"

"Just stop it." I seethed." I know you're not concerned about that, so just stop. You haven't called me up in the past three years, so why now. Oh, I know. You need something, so spit it out!"

"Well, well, well." I could picture him smirking." You've grown so much, son. A little wiser perhaps. Maybe I misjudged you."

"I'm going to end this call." I threatened. He was beginning to get on my nerves." I can't help you."

"That's okay." He quipped eerily." I'll just ask Liam. He's always been better than you."

I squeezed the bridge of my nose tightly, not caring if I was going to break my spectacles in the process.

Don't let him get to you...

"Are you still there Max boyo?" His voice was low, every octave calculated." Of course, you are. Have you spoken to Liam lately? I think he'd be a better choice. I should have known better than ring you up. I guess, I just hoped that somehow you'd be a better man than he is. At least surprise me, just this once..."

The line went dead as I switched it off, not bothering to disconnect the call first.

"That mother fucking son of a bitch!" I marched to my swivel chair and slumped unto it. It gave a loud groan and a little part of me felt sorry for the poor chair. "How dare he!?"