Her Shadows

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

AMELIA POV

The leather seats swallow me whole as the limo door closes the outside world disappears through the tint. Reordering my dress, I drag my eyes up with controlled languor to meet the eyes of my oppressor.

Eugene looks back at me expectantly, but I simply raise a dainty eyebrow and school my features into an intense look of both boredom and challenge.

It's not until the car physically begins to move, that he speaks.

"So, how did you find dinner?" Such a loaded question, a thousand meanings packed within six meaningless words.

I don't allow him the satisfaction of so much as a flinch. So, knowing he is fishing for information on Jayce, I reply with my own loaded word. I wish it were loaded with bullets instead. 

"Interesting"

"Interesting indeed. What's your connection with the Parker boy?"

There it is. I offer a disinterested shrug, and a serpent's smile, "merely a chess piece in the game."

A disbelieving brow, "really?"

"Am I now not allowed to take advantage of the resources a mission offers? The boy posed an opportunity to grow close to the family, an opportunity I took. You should be proud."

Aaron, who I completely forgot was seated next to me, sneers with venom, "seems like more than an opportunity to me."

I turn to him and ensure that icy glaze fills my eyes to match the goading stretch of my lips as though to say, come on, play with me, I dare you.

"Aww jealous? Don't enjoy being proven my inferior again and again?"

He leans close, placing his hand above my head and fans his breath across my cheek. "Maybe I just don't like others playing with my toys."

Unaffected I respond to the challenge and lean even closer, so close I can smell his pungent breath with every exhale. "The only toy you have to play with is the one in your pants," a goading grin, "so back the fuck off."

"Oh, honey don't worry, I'm always up to share the toy in my pants with you," he leers as he caresses a hand down my cheek.

I rip that hand from my cheek and twist it backwards.

"I'd sooner drink gasoline"

I throw his hand back at his lap as I slip a pin from my hair and stab him in the leg with it. A quiet hiss is the response, but where we grew up, that might as well be a scream of pain, so I sit back, satisfied.

Eugene watches our argument with a detached interest, used to our games. The car soon shutters to a stop and I exit first, Eugene following, and Aaron last as he rips the pin from his thigh and chucks it away.

I know Eugene should walk through the doors first, with myself and Aaron following behind but I'm about done with playing his games and boosting his ego for one night. Let him punish me for that act of rebellion.

He seems to sense my mutinous mood however and ignores it this time.

"The execution Mr Parker requested will be carried out tomorrow night, I expect both of you in my office tomorrow morning at 7 sharp.

Eugene then wonders off and I'm stuck with Aaron as we both swagger to our rooms.

Aaron casually rests his hand on my lower back, teasingly trying to grope my ass. With barely restrained fury I seethe, "get your hand off me, Harris"

"Ooo using last names now, am I in trouble?" Then he chuckles darkly as he removes his hand before entering his bedroom.

I mutter under my breath as I swing my door open, grabbing the train on my dress to avoid it catching on corners, "oh you have no idea."

The next day was spent plotting their mission: the points of advantage, their roles and positions. Every single detail planned to the second. Once fully prepped, we were released to get ready.

As I don my skin-tight clothes the shade of midnight black, and strap blades and guns to every spare inch of skin, I bask in the coming glory of a fight.

I've been needing a little bloodshed.

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Next chapter there's gonna be some more assassin action! Get keen :)