The Ex-Wife's Deal with the Devil

A startled scream tore from my mouth when gunshots loudly echoed in the building, and before I knew it, me along with twenty others were forced to huddle in a corner while the masked men terrorized the bank tellers behind the glass walls with guns.

Not just any guns that you could buy from a gun store, it looked like they were military-grade. These people are not some small-time criminals but part of a larger syndicate, that's for sure.

We were all cowering with our heads facing down, but one unfortunate older man was pulled out of our huddle by his collar and was dragged violently until they were in front of the bank tellers, who refused to do anything behind their bulletproof glass wall.

"Open the vault! Open it or this person dies!"

These robbers are no joke, which means they could just shoot me right here without batting an eye and I won't be able to withdraw money to buy thirty-five cups of coffee.

"Kerri, stop it. Coffee is the least of your concern right now," My friend, Alina, whom I happened to meet here, somehow managed to read my thoughts, or perhaps it was all over my face.

The fear of being late to deliver his daily dose of caffeine, instead of the guns aimed at us.

"Open it!" They were growing impatient, so they shot the older man at his knees, tearing an ear-piercing scream from his mouth as he groveled on the floor in pain.

The rest of the hostages, including Alina, screamed out of fear but quickly forced themselves to quiet down when guns were pointed at us again. "Shut up!" one of the men yelled, threatening to shoot.

They needed a new hostage to instill urgency in the bank tellers, so the one who seemed to be the leader rushed towards us and, guess what?

He picked me.

The girl with blindingly bright blonde hair that sticks out like a sore thumb. He pulled me up by the hair so hard I almost thought that my scalp would get ripped out, so I winced in pain.

"You! Come here!" He angrily screamed, but when he saw my face, his eyes faltered and immediately released me from his brutal grip.

Something in his gaze flickered, almost washing away the aggressiveness he initially showed and was replaced with... no, not with the type of look as if he fell in love just because he saw my face. That is impossible, no one falls in love with a shabby woman like me.

It was more like – fear.

He was scared shitless after seeing my face, and not just him, but by the other robbers as well, when they began wondering why their leader froze, so they approached only to be stunned when they caught sight of me.

"Its her..." One of them whispered, instantly dropping their bank heist and rushing out the door in a hurry.

While the leader remained, still shocked at what he