Rue's POV
An hour after Nadine left, my stomach started hurting pretty bad. I thought it was nothing until my head started pounding.
"Kayleeeeee." I call from my room. She doesn't hear. "Kayleeeeeeeee." I call again. I groan as I get out of bed and slip some socks on my bare feet. I'm wearing skinny jeans, with a black tight long sleeve shirt, tucked in.
Just thought you should know my incredible outfit of the day.
That was sarcasm if you couldn't tell.
I grab my phone and slip it into my back pocket. I go to Kaylee's door and knock. I don't hear anything. I knock again. "Kaylee?" I call out.
I hesitantly turn the knob and slightly push the door open. Jesus fuck- this girls room is fucking awesome. She has a big ass bed-a queens- located near the window which is just as big as Nadine's. There's poles on the corner of her bed, that hold a thin tulle. When you put the tulle down, it surrounds her bed like a wall.
Her window space has a built in seating area, giving you a nice look of the backyard that has a pool and fountain.
I look more around her room, but she isn't in here. The only thing with her room, is that she doesn't have a bathroom in here. So I'm guessing she has to share a bathroom with Aniyah.
Or at least had too.
I feel a rush of sickness come over me, and I immediately find myself running to the bathroom, and puking in the toilet. I grab my hair out of my face, and hold it in a ponytail. Making sure it doesn't get throw up on it.
I stop for a second and flush the toilet. I grab some toilet paper, and wipe my mouth. My stomach feels so empty now.
I wait a few minutes, in case I find out I need to throw up again. I don't, so I leave the bathroom and start walking downstairs.
When I make it to the kitchen, Kaylee stands there wearing a apron. Fucking bitch. I laugh to myself as I enter.
She turns to me and smiles. "I feel better!" She comes over to me and gives me a hug, nearly squeezing me to death.
"Probably because you gave all your sickness to me." I say. She releases me and looks at me concerned.
"Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I don't even remember being around you that much."
"Yea, me either." The kitchen is the biggest place in the house, no doubt about that. The stove is against a wall, with a microwave above it. There's some cabinets above the microwave, and on the side.
There's also an island table. That's where I take a seat, pulling up a tall stool. The sink is maybe three feet away from the island. There's a window, so you can look at all the pretty trees while you wash your hands.
"What are you making?" I ask, as Kaylee goes back to the stove.
"I'm making pasta. Do you want some?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I'm starving, especially since I just threw all my previous meals up. I used your bathroom by the way.
She gives me a disgusted look before going back to her pasta. She takes some fresh tomatoes out, and starts cutting them. She cuts enough tomato's, and starts smashing them, making sure they're not too lumpy.
She opens the cabinet and grabs garlic, olive oil, pepper flakes, salt, and pepper. She starts adding them in, not using any exact measurements.
She goes to the fridge and takes out some cheese and butter. She also grabs a pound of defrosted ground beef.
I guess I zoned out for a bit, cause when she taps my shoulder, she's holding a bowl of spaghetti with a glass of water, in her hand.
I grab them from her. "Thanks, luv."
"Of course, mi amor." She blows me a kiss.
I'm probably done with the bowl, in three minutes. "You threw up that much, huh?" She asks. I look up at her and nod my head.
"Yup." I take big gulps of my water, letting it run down my throat, smoothly. "How bad do you want to go back to New York?" I ask out of the blue.
"Pretty bad. My abuela is back at home. I came here to find Beatrice, but all we found was death. My parents died the night- well, you know." She starts untying her apron and taking it off.
"What if it meant fighting for your life, in order to get back home?"
She looks at me confused. "Why would you ask that?" I take a deep breath and release.
"If we go to New York. There's a slight chance that we may not make it. I want to know if you want this, as bad as I want it."
"I consider you my best friend, Rue. If you go, I'll go. If you die, I'll die with next to you."
I let out a tiny laugh. "You don't know how glad I am that you said that. I'm planning on putting up a good fight. And I want you to promise that you'll do the same."
She stares at me for a second before smiling. "I promise." She holds her pinky out towards me. I smile and hook my pinky to her. We both lean in and kiss our fist.
Nadine's POV
I sit back and watch a girl with brown hair, wearing a white langereis set. She has a bunny mask on, hiding her identity as she slow dances against the pole.
I take another swig of my drink-whiskey-and look down at my phone. I'm scrolling through a few things. Reading my emails that I hadn't opened since we left New York.
"You should go to the red room." Ivan says, nudging my shoulder. I look over to him.
"Nah, I'm good." I finish off the last bit of my drink.
"Come on." He pats my shoulders. "It'll relieve some of that stress." Without me saying anything, he calls a girl over to us. She has long brown hair, that's slightly wavy, tan skin, and is wearing a black corset, making her boobs pop up a bit, and Lacey black underwear. She has black leather, high heel boots that go up to her knees. She's wearing a black masquerade mask that has a few black feathers.
"Give this man, the time of his life, alright darling."
I can visibly see she tenses. But she brushes up and pulls me up by my hand. Her hips sway as she takes me to the back.
She opens a door, revealing red. A lot of red. Red couch, red LED lights, a pole that is attached to a red base.
She closes the door behind us, and leads me to the couch. She presses against my chest, motioning for me to sit. I hesitate at first, but do it any way.
She walks up the mini staircase of the pole base. Her hands graze the pole as she walks in a slow circle.
She slowly reaches for her mask, and slips it off.
Emilia.
I widen my eyes in shock and confusion.
"What the fuck!" I slightly shout.
"Nadine! Just sit down. I need to tell you something!" She yells back.
I scoff. "Why should I listen to you, traditrice. You were probably working with the French, huh?"
"I am. And that's why I need you to listen to me. Three days from now, the French are going to be sending spies in. You won't know who they are or where they came from. This is your only hint."
"What the hell are they sending spies for?"
"They're trying to gather intel. I'm actually a spy right now. Why else would I be in this ridiculous strip club?"
"It's not a strip club." I seethe. "It's a casino."
"Same difference." She laughs.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I ask. She looks up at me with a smile.
"You used to be my best friend."
"Used to." The words sound weird coming from my tongue.
"Here. This is my number. Call me if anything happens." She goes to walk out, but then turns around to say one last thing. "Or if you're feeling incredibly lonely."