Dirty Deals With The Devil

Chapter 10. || Taxis And Teas||

Dedicated to AdultOfTheFuture❤❤❤

The Devil was driving the cab.

At this point, I wasn't even surprised to see him anymore and I felt the first signs of a splitting migraine as he continued to weave the car at insane speed not the least disturbed by the heavy rain.

Molly's eyes were still closed, with her plump, pink lips slightly parted and wet hair matting to her soft face. I wondered if she had fallen asleep by her own will or that of our infamous driver. It was probably the latter.

"Are you following me now?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied without an ounce of hesitation and I didn't know whether I was supposed to be creeped out or reassured by the thought. "And I helped you out of this rain, didn't I?"

"Thanks," I murmured sourly. "Also, could you maybe slow down, I wouldn't want to die before my twenty-two days are up." The dark, casual tone that I used to refer to my death scared me. Had I accepted my fate so quickly? Hanging around the Devil so much was probably already affecting my rational thinking.

He sped past what looked like yet another stop sign and I felt as though just his manic driving could shorten one's life span by about twenty years.

"Trust me, your death day isn't today, Ruby Davies," he murmured, darkly with a rich chuckle before slowing down considerably and turning that chuckle into a full blown laughter which seemed to bounce off the walls of the small taxi.

Why this talk about my death was so funny, I didn't know but he certainly had a laugh at my expense. I stared at him until he seemed to be done with the laughter.

"Hey..." I trailed off, unsure of what to call him. Azazel? No, that sounded too personal and I certainly didn't want to be on a personal level with this man. Mr A? Ridiculous. Devil? Too formal.

"Sir?" That was probably best.

"Yes?" He replied in that formal tone I had used on him, it felt like we were in class once again instead of this storm that he was expertly driving through. His driving felt smooth and surreal, kind of like we were floating in the air, at this point, I wouldn't be too surprised if we were.

"There's a lady at the hospital, where my mom works and-"

He cut me off sharply.

"I know all about your meeting with Maria," he hissed, hands tightening on the steering. He wasn't joking when he said he was following me. "Don't pay any attention to her or whatever she tells you."

The roll of toilet paper containing those strange, hastily scrawled words seemed to burn and become heavier in my sweats pocket. It felt like he knew exactly what Maria gave me and I could tell that asking any questions about it would not end well.

"So you didn't have anything to do with Maria?" I couldn't help asking that. I could spot old Ben's automobile shop out the water drenched windows and I knew we were in town already. How couldn't we, when our driver drove like a mad man?

"That," he said, stiffly, looking into the front mirror to meet my eyes at the backseat. "Is really none of your business."

"Okay." I was really uncomfortable in the wet clothes and my throat felt dry and parched. I was tired, and my body needed rest. Yet, sleeping right here was outrightly a stupid move as any other.

The Devil drove quietly and I just stared out the window until another question came to my head, breaking the long stretch of silence.

"So you drove all the way out of town for us? You're not that nice, are you?"