MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A compliment or more

“No,” Maddie responded as she took an unconscious step from Ivy who flashed her a glare that made her heart stop beating.

“I didn’t mean to, I thought you were the same as the red hair that was wanted,” she explained, not wanting to anger the wrong person. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought her food, just maybe that might have saved her but she was so sure that Ivy was the same as the murderer the previous day. She had called the cops the moment she heard the news. They had told her to call them back once she was at home which she did the moment she heard her come in. She had even searched her room for something to implicate her but had found absolutely nothing out of the extraordinary. She didn’t find a red wig or a black attire, lying in her wardrobe or anywhere else.

“You thought?” Aziza snapped at her as the blood in her veins mixed with rage slowly overwhelmed her.

“I changed my mind and asked them not to come anymore,” she replied quickly. Aziza glared at her for a longer time, wishing that she could only tear her apart already. But she could not do that, not with the many deaths on her. Moreover, Maddie had not attempted to kill her yet, at least. She looked away from the baddie and turned to her window. The sounds of sirens were louder as they came even closer and she had thought of what to do. She could disappear immediately, but then she would only confirm to her housemate that she was indeed Aziza, then she would have nowhere to live and won’t even be able to pretend to be Ivy anymore because everybody would know. She sighed heavily and took a step back from the window seeing that she was left with only one option, remaining helpless.

The sirens got even louder when they stopped in front of her apartment and the cops came out of their cars with guns and more.

“I can tell them to go away while you escape,” Maddie suggested seeing the look of annoyance and helplessness in her face. She felt guilty for calling the cops on her, like she had betrayed her and still felt scared because a part of her believed that she was the same with the red hair. Yet her looks were slightly different. Aziza turned her eyes to her, and resisted the urge to glare at her one more time. The same person who had betrayed her and called the cops on her was now asking to also be a helper, how ironic and hypocritical.

“You called them here, remember?” She got up from where she sat and turned to the door with her bag in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Maddie lowered her gaze, in remorse as she walked past her to the door. Her voice was filled with softness and apology, making her look like a very sweet girl other than the dark and cold human she was. It pulled at Aziza’s heart a little bit. She had already apologised for breaking in by giving her breakfast. At least she ate before she would be taken and locked up.

“Don’t be, anyone in your shoes would have probably done the same.” She responded and out the door she went. Maddie stared at her as she walked out of the room and towards the entrance like she had not seen the cops that were after her just a few minutes ago.

The moment Aziza arrived at the sitting room, she heard the bell ring. She turned to it, seeing that it was going to be a long day but not without taking a bottle of water. She opened it and gulped a mouthful into her mouth before she opened the door. Guns immediately pointed their dangerous heads towards her and she dropped the bottle of water she held, feigning surprise and simply being Ivy, the weak and helpless assistant.

“We meet again,” Bishop, the detective from last time, stepped forward with his hand behind his back and a smile on his face. Dressed casually in a button up long sleeve shirt and pants, the smile simply made him look better. She said nothing to him and resisted the urge to glare at him. If she did that, she would only be telling him who she was, so she didn’t and instead looked around at the number of cops that had come this time around. It looked like the more times they came in search of her, the more their numbers got doubled. It looked like the entire division of New Orleans had come for a team of bank robbers this time around and not just a girl.

“I really I’m not her,” she finally said. Speaking the lie that she was supposed to say as she finally turned her gaze to the detective. He smiled even more at her and nodded his head.

“Damon was there to save you the last time.” He recounted and her heart dropped instantly. Someone had to look after Damon while she was away at least for the meantime. She groaned inwardly and thought of being Aziza just for the same purpose but it was already too late. They could all see her with her blonde hair, ready for work, she would only reveal to them what she was if she did so at that instance.

“Let’s see how he saves you this time,” he continued his torturous comment and brought out the handcuff from behind him as he stepped closer to her. His smile was still on his face, casual, calm and very proud of his accomplishment but his heart had a different feeling in it. His hate for Damon and the red hair was only growing, they had brought him a measure of unimaginable pain simply because they had powers, he would make them plead for death, yet they would not find it. Seeing that there was no way out of this, she stretched her hand towards him and he grabbed it fiercely, intentionally causing her pain. His finger and grip on her was so tight, he was going to break her bones, yet he still had that smile on his face, like he was doing absolutely nothing. She flashed him a glare and winced when the steel of the cuffs had hit her wrist and he roughly jammed it close.

“Take her,” he pulled her roughly by her arms and pushed her towards some cops that she almost fell flat on her knees but a cop had quickly grabbed her by her shoulder and lifted her up just before she hit the ground. She lifted her eyes to stare at him and found a pair of blue eyes staring right back at her. He looked almost like a top-notch celebrity with a chiselled and pointed nose and well-defined jawline. He looked really big for a cop and might have been an ex-soldier. He helped her up, then took his hands off her before moving a few distance away from her. She could smell his fear and reluctance towards her. He was scared that she would kill them if truly she was Aziza and it had made her smile.

“At least, one of them has some brains,” her thoughts retorted.

She took him out of the list of upcoming deaths instantly and watched him guard her towards one of the cars. She followed and gently went into the car, then he shut the door and went to the front. He drove off just as the other cars followed behind them like she was a high state criminal who they were transferring to a different prison. She relaxed into the car and only watched the streets as they passed by buildings and houses while occasionally, the cop with blue eyes would stare at her from the rear view mirror from time to time and when she would look back at him, he would look away.

“What is it?” she asked, somewhat irritated and bored.

“Uhmm,” he coughed and cleared his throat.

“Nothing,” he responded, his voice the complete opposite of his very look. While he looked like a rock or mountain even in the car seat, he had a very soft voice that could easily comfort a crying child. Unlike Damon, who looked toned, freakishly beautiful for a man, yet he had a hard and cold voice except for when he was speaking to her. Quickly she shook her head, wondering why she was comparing the both of them and turned back to the cop.

“You have been staring at me for a while,” she said. He was young, about the same age as Damon, if not older. His physic was good and built even within those uniforms and his hair was a beautiful shade like chocolate and silky too.

“How old are you?” she suddenly asked, wanting to confirm if she was correct.

“29,” he responded awkwardly and she smiled. She was correct when she guessed him to be older than Damon, for he was simply a year older.

“Why do you ask?” the officer asked, gradually getting comfortable with the conversation. She went mute and thought of giving him a reply or not. But again, she remembered she was Ivy and had to look warm and very charming.

“Simply wondering if you were older than me,” she responded and looked out the window. A smile appeared on his lips and his eyes brightened up with that smile, they almost sparkled.

“What? Your grandma is already asking you to bring a husband home?” he entered. She snapped her eyes back to him as a frown appeared on her face. Was he thinking that she was hitting on him? how manly like. The good looking ones always had a way of showing their very narcissistic side, always. The cop closed his mouth when he saw the frown on her face and decided that maybe he shouldn’t have started the conversation after all. But she smiled shortly after, remembering that she had probably been the very cause of the question he asked.

“Not my grandmom though. My uncle,” she played along casually acting like any other girl would.

“Family, they do that all the time,” the cop smiled at her and she caught those eyes of his from the rear view. They were actually beautiful and so was he.

When they got to the station, she alighted from the car and was taken inside. Then she was made to drop all her belongings before she could be put in the cell.

“I have a right to a phone call, right?” She turned to Bishop who watched carefully as they took everything from her. He frowned, not liking the sound of a phone call because she might actually call Damon. And since his last visit to Roxwell company, he had found the man to be very powerful to even take her away from there with just a mere flick of his finger.

“No,” he responded without a second thought and she smiled.

“Don’t lie, Mr. Bishop. I need to call my uncle so he wouldn’t get worried,” she saw through his lie in an instance and he paled. The other cops turned to him, seeing how he had lied to her and denied her of her right but all said nothing.

“Okay,” he groaned at the end and she was allowed her phone call. Taken to the back, the cop who had driven her there had been kept to closely watch her like he could do anything if she decided to kill him. But somehow, she preferred him close, any other cop might die. She dialled Russel’s phone and sat down at an available bench while he watched her, too closely.

“Russel speaking,” his voice came through the other end almost immediately and she frowned. He had missed her call earlier and had not called back in the least since then, but a strange number called and he was speaking into it already.

“I’m in jail.” She said dryly and somewhat annoyed and his end went quiet.

“Don’t come for me, I will be fine and out of here, soon.”

“Hopefully.”

“But look after him, that’s all I ask,” she ended the call without waiting for a response from him and turned to the officer. He saw the look of annoyance on her face and frowned as well, somehow the look just seemed like something that she shouldn’t feel.

“Hey,” he got up and walked up to her.

“You will get out of here in no time,” he comforted like he had known her for a very long time. She forced a smile his way and lowered her gaze simply because she did not like the way he was staring at her.

“I’m here because you all believe that I’m the red hair,” she said and turned back to him.

“If it makes you feel better, the red hair would have probably killed all of us right in front of her apartment. I had actually thought I would die today and wrote a long letter for my mom to hold forever,” he said and she chuckled loudly. He could not help but smile at that, it was most likely the loveliest sound that he had ever heard in his entire life.

“Now, that’s beautiful,” he whispered to himself as his eyes clued at her. But she heard it and turned to him, taken aback.

“You are beautiful,” he entered more loudly.