My bounty

The interrogation

"Hurt me all you want, I'm not gonna talk, princess."

Can't his day get any worse? Devon thought as he laments on the events that have occurred. He was strapped on a chair and like a cliche mystery scenes on movies, he cannot see a thing. He remembered vividly how he was knocked at his back then dragged inside the house by the woman. That woman. Who had the nerve to seduce him in broad daylight only to fool him.

"Don't call me that."

Tch

Devon grimaced as a bright light shone above him. He squinted at the woman who was the cause of it all.

"Like I'm gonna fall for that. This is the second time, I caught you monitoring me. So either you tell me who sent you, or you're history."

The dark-haired man stopped struggling from the binds. He gave Sandra a questioning look before saying, "Second time?"

"Yes, you were not so subtle last night. I knew you were coming back the next day so." She motioned her arms around the shed. She was smart enough to plan it overnight after noticing a dark shadow outside the house. She could have mistaken it as a ghost, if she didn't notice the lamp he was carrying.

"Also, if you were trying not to get caught, bringing a lamp is a big no-no."

Devon stared, mouth agape. He didn't come here. He knew it would be hard to execute the task and he was not familiar of the area. Who could it be?

His thoughts were interrupted when Sandra shook the chair. She was mad, obviously. He was getting mad at her persistence.

"It wasn't me," He muttered.

"Speak louder." The woman commanded. The second time Devon looked at her, he noticed she actually changed into a more decent clothing. That's great, the only thing keeping him from looking at her it the blasted light.

"I didn't come here last night." He said with a convincing tone. Sandra huffed and crossed her arms. She was not having it. She already thought of a reasonable excuse for missing out classes today. She can do this all day.

"Listen, I barely got to make myself presentable."

Devon tried his best not to smirk.

"And you wouldn't want to live the rest of your life here. You have so much ahead of you. So, please tell me who sent you?" Sandra made her voice calm and gentle. All Devon heard was a passive-aggressive threat.

"No."

"Ugh" And with that, she left. Devon didn't move until she slammed the door shut. With his willpower, he struggled removing his hands behind the chair. The woman was too cocky not to tie his legs. If he was mad, he could have kicked her on the face. Woman or not, he makes sure they get to feel what he felt.

Devon has his own set of morals, but he isn't an angel. He can punch someone with no second thought and not feel guilty. Old people and women are no exception. The only person he wouldn't lay a finger on would probably be his mom, Trisha.

Now that he thought of it, he never called her 'mom'. Just Trisha. She didn't mint, but Devon started to feel guilty for never saying it.

He made a loud exhale as he managed to remove his right hand from the knot. It was obvious that the woman had no knowledge of basic knot tying. Just as he was about to remove his left hand, the door opened.

He quickly returned his right hand from the loose rope and acted like he was struggling again.

"Struggling is futile. I made sure you won't get a single hand off that knot."

Oh If only you knew.

Droplets of water splashed in his face as the woman shoved a cup of water to his face.

"Drink, your lips look chapped. It's bothering me."

First the rope, now this. She isn't good in playing her investigator role. Not that he was any better. He didn't reject the offer as he admitted to himself he was a little parched.

Now that he thought of it, why was she a target? Aside from her unladylike nature, there wasn't any attributes that would drive him to kill her. She was normal.

Whatever reason that old man wanted this girl dead was none of his business. But he hated that man for not giving him more information regarding the target. If he did, he would have avoided this.

He pondered on whether he should give out a hint of who his client is or not. He could always kill her after. He just had to gain her trust.

When the woman drew back the cup, Devon already decided.

"He was an old man" Devon whispered.

Sandra looked at him shocked. Either it was from the revelation or him talking, he didn't know.

"Another thing that caught my eye is that he pertained to the target as princess." He continued. That was the only information he could give her. She did after all, not let him die from dehydration.

The woman gasped, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

Devon looked at the crying woman. His anger initially present soon subsided. The only thing he was feeling now was confusion. That still didn't remove his intent to finish his task.

The girl stopped herself and wiped her tears. She turned her back against Devon and started walking towards the door. To his luck, Devon managed to pull out both his hand from all the struggling he did.

He slowly walked towards the woman. Making sure not to step on anything this time. He held the rope with both hands, planning to choke the target. As soon as he went for the kill, a gun fired.

The first thing Devon did was to go down, which meant dragging the woman with him. Devon used both hands, still holding the rope, to support himself. The woman was caged between his arms and she seemed to shock to acknowledge their position.

Consecutive gunshots soon fired breaking the only window inside the shed. Devon lowered his head down to her face, protecting himself from the glass shards. The gunshots died down after a few seconds.

"You think we got her?" A voice from outside said.

"I think so, wanna check it out?" The companion suggested.

"Ugh you know I don't like seeing dead people."

"What if she's still alive?"

They heard footsteps coming close. Devon slowly went at the side of the window hoping not to be seen by the gunman's view. He looked back at his companion to find her unconscious.She must have fainted from the attack.

He cussed and pulled her by the leg. The footsteps stopped and can tell the gunman was rummaging on something. Devon's free hand held on the spade beside him, ready to attack. He anticipated for the gunman to jump in through the window. Instead, firing logs were thrown in the shed. The ground was getting damped from the gas they were throwing inside.

Shit. He soon heard the men running away.

Taking advantage of the scourging noise, he started kicking the wall behind him. The flames were getting close and he managed to make a hole. It was good enough for the woman to get out off, if only she was awake.

He carried the woman, struggling to be precise. he body slammed the wall broke the wooden boards. Devon hissed as he felt splinters from his face down to his hips. He quickly hid behind a large bush, with the girl in his arms.

Thinking that the gunmen are still around he made sure not to make a huge noise as he shook the woman. A lot of things happened today, he thought. He stopped shaking the unconscious woman and laid her down. Exhausted he laid himself beside her, his eyes slowly falling into a deep sleep.