Song: I fell in love with the devil by Avril Lavigne

The moment I'm outside the tears come. The fresh air smacks me right in the face and it feels good bringing me to life. I cry all the way to my car; why do I let him get to me like this. Shit I actually quit my job, holy hell what am I going to do now to pay my bills. I stood up to him and it felt so good. I stood up to him. I bet no one ever talks to him like that and gets by with it. I was shocked that he let me leave, he didn't stop me, he didn't lay a finger on me.

 I replay his words in my head and then those last words he thought I didn't hear, 'but I love you.'

Oh crap! I close my eyes and lean back on the head rest of my seat. He loves me. Wait...what...he loves me. Of course he does, he gave me a well paying job. He took care of my tuition. He bought me dozens and I mean dozens of roses. He watched after me to make sure that I was taken care of. He was going to pay a guy thousands of dollars just to get me back. He paid off Raine to leave so he would stop hurting me and then, he even killed for me. Oh...My...God! He is so in love with me. But why?

 And I just left it all behind. What if he is the one for me? I will never know now because I let the other stuff get in the way. However this is my life right? He has no right to tell me what to do? He has no right to interfere with my life?

Shit why do I care. Why do I care about what he thinks of me, not unless...unless I have feelings for him too. Am I falling in love with him, am I? No...there is no way, not possible, no way in hell, he is cruel and evil like the devil himself. He will do anything to get what he wants, I try to block out all thoughts of him.

On Monday morning I get up and go to school, afterward I start job hunting and this time I do my research because I don't want him to have any part of where I work. I don't want to have to see him; it's just better this way. I apply at a few locations; the good thing is that I have an education in culinary arts so that helps out tremendously. I graduate in less than three months and having that degree will also help me succeed.

By the end of the week I get a phone call for the French Cuisine place. I get dressed up for my interview and arrive fifteen minutes early to show the owner that I am prepared to arrive early all the time. One of Mr. Moretti's rules kind of grown on me.

I walk in and I'm greeted by the host, a male, tall and slender. "May I help you?"

"Yes, I have an interview at four o'clock. My name is Katana Harlow."

He looks down at his tablet. "Ahh! Yes...you are early, Mr. De La Fontaine will be happy about that, at least you're early and not late like most applicants. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?"

"Uhmmm....no I believe I will be fine, thanks for asking."

"Well you can have a seat, he will be out shortly." I wait for fifteen minutes and actually he is late calling me back.

The host comes over to me. "He will see you now, please follow me."

I get up and walk behind him towards the back corner. We are meeting at one of the tables. He stands up to greet me. "Good afternoon, sorry for keeping you waiting."

 He shakes my hand and gestures for me to sit down across from him. "Please have a seat." He looks over my application and smiles. "Says here you were working for Vincent Moretti."

I nod. "Yes." Why lie about it, he can see who I worked for. "It was a great experience."

"Then why quit?"

"Honestly I just needed a change." I lie because really I just need to get away from him. When he is around me I feel trapped as if under some kind of spell. He has this way about him and I know if I had stayed he would find away to get me to be with him and I'm not ready for that.

"So you go from Italian to French cuisine...interesting."

"Look I'm a very quick learner. I am fast, I promise you I won't let you down."

"I know you won't; I hear that you are an awesome worker and an amazing chef. I don't know if I can pay you what you were getting paid. I can start you off at eighteen an hour and see how it goes, if all goes well I will give you a raise. When can you start?"

"Seriously, just like that you are going to give me a job?" And I wonder if it has something to do with Vincent.

He laughs, "Most people applying for the job are not even qualified at least you have school behind you. You graduate in a couple of months. You have great referral. I think you will be great."

"Thanks, I can start as soon as you need me."

"Great, come on let me show you the kitchen."

I start work that night. Crazy right. Just like that. I know he talked with Vincent and maybe he helped getting me the job. I don't ask and he doesn't say anything about it. I work along beside the main chef and he is teaching me how to make the entrées. I think I'm going to like it here.

One week turns into another, then a month passes by and another. I rarely go out to any of the clubs because my new job keeps me busy. On the day I graduate, my dad and Marcie come to see me and afterwards we eat at 'De la Fontaine's'. I introduce my dad to the owner and the rest of the staff.

When my dad leaves, ReAnn begs me to go out. "It's been forever and you are actually off tonight. Come on lets go celebrate."

"I would rather curl up on the couch and watch a good movie."

"Ana...seriously come on you haven't been out in so long. Please...for meeeee."

I roll my eyes at her. "Fine...I'll go."

She jumps up and down like a teen girl. She runs to the bathroom and comes back with her makeup kit. She starts in, fixing me up. Then she does my hair. "God you are gorgeous."

"Thanks...I owe it all to you." I give her a fake smile. I so would rather stay home than go out bumping into him.

She drives and we end up at no other than his club. I so dread getting out but she pulls me out of the car. "Ana...it will be fun; I promise."

I huff and get out, letting her pull me into the club. We go straight up to the VIP and Gabe is already there waiting for her. She lets go of my hand to get to him, wrapping her entire body around his. I look around the room and Vincent is not there.

She comes back over towards me and grabs my hand and pulls me down stairs to the dance floor and we dance. We dance for hours, stopping a few times to have a drink and then dance some more. I actually have fun. At the end of the night Gabe makes sure that we get back home safely.

We are sitting in the back seat and she is leaning all over me, one too many drinks has gotten her tipsy. She is laying in my lap and talking. "He asked me to marry him."

I look down at her. "Really...when?" I asked a little surprised.

"A few days ago. I said yes." She holds up her hand and there on her ring finger is the most amazing ring, sparkling every time a street light goes by. I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

"Does he know about your past?"

"Of course, he knows everything about my life. I told him about my uncle," she says, looking back up at me with a sadness in her eyes.

"And he didn't kill him for what he done to you."

"No..." She stops and looks up at me again. "But not a bad idea. I bet he would if I asked him too. I mean he has the people to do it. Damn...that's a great idea."

"I was just kidding...Re...I'm sorry I should have never brought it up."

She sits up to look at me. "Are you missing him?"

"Who?" I ask while giving her a fake laughbbut I know who she is talking about, Vincent.

"You know who...Vincent. Are you missing him?"

"No." I lie, why would I be missing him.

"Really? I could have sworn I saw you looking for him tonight. I told Gabe to tell him to not come. I wanted you to have fun."

"I did have fun and no I wasn't looking for him." I lie again. So what if I was looking for him. Damn, I know he is no good for me but I kinda miss him. Shit I should not be having these thoughts. I have to keep reminding myself that I let it all go. I left.

"Yeah...okay...whatever." She leans her head on my shoulder. "But if you ever want to talk to him I could easily arrange it."

"It's ok you don't have to do that."

When the car pulls up we both get out and hold each other up, stumbling to the front door. We get in and go our separate ways. Once I hit my bed I am out. Ok maybe I had one, too many to drink as well. When I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, I don't know why but I was dreaming of him. It's been months. I have tried so hard to forget about him and I just can't. Great, just great, I have feelings for him. Now what?