Tasha, sat on the bar counter as she waited for the guy she was supposed to meet here. She had known the guy for a month now, but only online on a dating platform. She was nervous thinking of what will he be like, as she sipped from the glass of water that the bartender had offered her. Sipping the water as she was waiting for the oh so dreamy man, she saw a girl entering the bar. She had an all together different vibe to her. Even though she wasn't dressed in some fancy short dress, she was ruling the place in her black jeans and back tank top, and of course those Louboutin. She sat on the seat next to Tasha, and being awestruck, Tasha couldn't remove her eyes from her. 

"You are really beautiful," Tasha said as she could no longer hold on to her thoughts.

"Thank you, Tasha" Love said.

"How do you..."

"Know your name? I know a lot about you." Love stated as she signaled the bartender to come over. "For one," she paused then looking at the bartender, "A beer please," she looked back at Tasha, "You are here to meet the guy you met online."

Listening to Love, Tasha flinched back in her chair, "How..."

"Tasha, sweetheart," Love said, sipping the beer that the bartender got her, "The question is will you help me?"

"Help you? With what?" She asked skeptically.

"Okay," Love said turning on the rotating chair to face Tasha, while one of her elbows rested on the bar top, an the other help the beer bottle near her mouth. "Now listen to me carefully, the guy you are supposed to meet here, is a con man."

"Your kidding," Tasha laughed. "You are not joking," realizing she had the serious look on. 

 "No, I'm not," Love said staring in her eyes. 

"I don't know, what can I do?" the eighteen year old said as she legs started to shake. 

Holding Tasha by her hand, in an attempt to calm her down, Love said, "You just have to do what you ha to do. Just meet him, I'll be right behind you. Okay?" Love tried to look in her eyes, as her nervousness was increasing. 

"And no matter what, don't go with him anywhere until I'm around. Are we clear?" Love asked.

Tasha had starting sweating, which was visible on her forehead. Handing her a tissue, Love said, "Calm down okay? I'll be right here." She nodded wiping her head, and putting her hair behind her ear. 

"He's here," Love said as she saw a man in his mid thirty's enter the bar, and with that she swiftly picked the half filled beer bottle from the counter and move to a table not far it. 

Sitting there with her head down, she saw Tasha meet the man, and act as normal as possible, though she would steal glances at Love while the man looked away. Signaling her to breath, Love sat on the table while she finished the beer. The waitress came to give her the bill, and while she paid for it, she lost Tasha's sight. Panicking, before the waitress could leave, she rose from her table and looked around to spot them. She saw a glimpse of Tasha going out of the back door, and with that she rushed towards the door, pushing the people on her way out. 

Stepping out through the door she looked at the dark alley, only to find no one on both sides of the door. 

"Looking for someone?" The con man asked.

Rolling her eyes, she looked behind her, where he leaned on the wall. 

"Plan worked, huh?" Tasha said as she smiled wickedly leaning on the other side of the door, on the wall. The two of them blocked Love's way to either side by stepping forward.

 "You're with him?" Love asked, as Zee's information was never wrong. 

"Isn't it obvious Bitch?" she asked. "I had to find you, but you brought the ultimate gift of your presence to me."   

 "So FBI, or some other intelligent agency?" Harry, the con man asked.

"Harry, you think I work with the government?" Love asked now that she had access to his eyes, she could read his mind. He had no idea who she was, much to Love's relief. 

"Who are you then?" Tasha yelled. 

Keeping her hand on her ear, Love scrunched her nose in irritation. 

"You have a pathetic voice tone." Love turned her head to look at Tasha now that she wasn't nearly the innocent eighteen year old.

"I take that as a compliment," she said.

Before a heads up, Love was hit by a bullet in her arm. Causing much pain, Love flinched backward as it started causing much pain. Holding her arm with her other hand, she tried to calm herself. 

"Oh you are so dead," Love said grunting her teeth. 

"Doesn't look like," and with that all the heads turned to the source of the sound. Behind Harry, stood the one and only Dalilah. 

"Who are you?" Harry asked turning around. 

"Your bad time," she said as she came excessively close to Harry while he kept the gun where it was, but for some reason couldn't shoot. 

"Moving a finger on his face, Dalilah looked deep into his eyes, and while Harry had no other choice, as he couldn't move an inch, like some invisible source was holding him back, he looked right into hers, where he saw his end. Screaming in horror, Harry fell to the ground, as he started sweating.  Now that Harry was taken care off, Dalilah took the gun from his hand, and moved past him, while she looked at Tasha. Tasha wanted to run away, but the force with which Dalilah held her rooted to her spot wasn't the one she could had overcome.  

"Love?" Dalilah called , as her eyes were still on Tasha. 

"I'm fine," she said, hating to have created a situation where she had to come, though she was thankful that she was here. 

Tasha cried in fear, as Dalilah closed the distance between them. 

"Relax darling, your in safe hands," Dalilah said, then rising her hand in the air she clenched her fist, and right then, the sound of a neck snap was heard. Repeating the process, another neck snap was heard, and there on the dark alley lay two soulless figures, on the hard concrete road. 

Dalilah moved closer to her sister, and looking in her eyes, gaining her confidence and trust, she placed her hand on the wound. In a minute the bullet was out, and in another minute the wound was getting healed, to the extent that now no more blood loss was visible. Turning around she lead the way to her parked car, while Love made way to her car. 

And with that the two matte black convertibles moved in opposite directions of the highway, one going South and the other moving in North direction. 

As the dim road lights illuminated the inside of the car occasionally, Love thought of the back she always have. No matter how bad the situation is, or how far she is, Dalilah is always there when she needs her. And that bitch has saved the family from falling apart. She was the one who would always rescue everyone. How was she this perfect? 

Removing the gun from behind her back, while she drove, she placed it in the glove box, now that the case was over. Another. 

As her phone rang, she used the touch screen in the car to answer it on loud speaker. 

"I'm so sorry Love, I had no..." the scientist said.

"Relax Zee, who told you by the way?"

"Told me what?"

"About what happened Zee?"

"Oh yah that, that, uhm...Dalilah just called,"

"What'd she say, that I'm careless, reckless?"

"What? No, no Love, she asked me to ask you if the wound was fine? And if it hurt?"

Love giggled at that, "I'm sure she didn't want me to know that she asked you to ask that," Love reminded.

"Is it?" The old man asked.

"I'm fine Zee, no bleeding an no...." as the jacket on top of her arm touched the wound, " Ouch, a little pain," she said.

"I don't understand how was my information wrong, the source was authentic and was quite specific about the man working alone," he said.

"Chill Zee," she replied. 

"Oh good then, I have another case for you," Zee said.

"I hate you, Zee," Love joked.

"Do you now?" he asked.

"Zee?" Love warned.

"I'll text you the information, bye Love," he said.

"Bye, Zee" Love said as she touched the call end button on the touch screen. 

And with that Love sighed as she listened to country now that  the only time she had were a few hours before another day full of crap like gunshots.