Page 146 of His Hell Girl

"I'm near the graph," she speaks into the comm, "you should leave in about five."

At her signal, I get out of the car, once more double checking that all my weapons are in place. Since I am a new addition to the convent, they willdefinitelymake me go through the metal detector. So I'd had to be a bit clever, and arm myself with obsidian knives. I'd also stacked 3D printed parts of a gun in my cloak, ready to assemble them should the need arise.

All in all, I should be able to passanysecurity check.

Entering through the gates, I meet two guards who look me up and down, immediately treating me ten times better than they had Sisi.

Probably because I'm a man.

Fucking bastards, I scan their faces carefully as they go through all the protocol with me, ensuring that I will know who to kill later on.

There are some papers to be signed, but soon I'm vetted and ready to go.

"Where are you?" I ask Sisi when I make it past them.

They'd been unusually lax with me, not even bothering to make me pass through the metal detector.

"Close to the chapel," she answers.

"Good, I'll meet you there."

I don't even get to finish my words as I hear someone address Sisi.

"Oh, look who's here," a girl says. "Assisi." Her name is uttered with disdain as she continues to insultmy wife."What happened, did they realize what a loser you were and they returned you?" She continues, laughing at her.

"They probably had too much bad luck and decided to get rid of her," another one joins in, and they both seem to be laughing at Sisi.

My Sisi.

My feet swiftly carry me in that direction, my vision tunneled as I only see one thing—death.

"Auch." My eyes widen as I hear a voice yelp in pain. "Stop," she continues, and just then I round the corner, having a perfect view of the chapel.

A smile pulls at my lips as I still, crossing my arms over my chest and watching with pride as my girl takes care of those bullies.

Sisi's standing over the two girls, holding one in a chokehold, while the other is on the ground, her face fitted to the pavement as Sisi pushes her foot in her cheek.

"Please," one continues to beg for mercy.

"Really? What did you do whenIsaid please?" Sisi asks, her voice unyielding. "Here, this is what happens when you say please." She smirks before she twists the other nun, pushing her to the ground, her head smashing on the pavement.

There are only gasps of pain as she cannot even stand up anymore, her hands trembling in a poor attempt to move.

"Do you want to say please as well?" Sisi asks the other nun, stooping low to look at her.

She doesn't answer, or can't answer, since Sisi's foot is still holding her down. Just when I think she might let them go, though, she goes one step further as she lifts her foot, using the momentum to crash it into the girl's face.

There's a small sound through the comm as I'm completely sure that she's shattered her brow ridge.

"Sisi, come here," I tell her, on the one hand extremely proud of her, on the other worried this might draw unwanted attention to us—which I am fine with, but only after we've secured what we're looking for.

She lifts her face up, spotting me in the distance. Her lips curl up and she starts sprinting toward me, a carefree expression on her face that makes me still, staring at her and her magnificent beauty.

Fuck. Me.

I'm pretty sure my mouth is gaping open as I can only watch her run closer, her smile fucking blinding me.

"Did you see," she asks me, excited yet out of breath, "I gave them back what they deserved," she continues, pure delight in her voice.

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