His Bloody Smile | ✓

11 - lame

"and i ain't gotta tell him, i think he knows"

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"Are you ready to go, love?" Andrew asked as I strapped my dagger to my belt.

"Yes, we can leave now." We slid inside the car, and he drove us back to the warehouse. This time, the guards let us through immediately, not investigating a single thing.

Andrew parked the vehicle in the same spot as last time, and, as we closed the doors, Elias greeted us behind our backs rather than waiting for us farther in the storage room.

"Welcome back," he chuckled. I spun around and, meticulously studying him, I nodded in acknowledgement. He was wearing another suit, and his smile was as aloof as before. Andrew marched over to him, firmly shook his hand, and motioned for me to approach.

"Elias," he said, "Lead the way."

We strolled together through the containers and plastic barrels, making our way to the secluded corner patrolled by men. I focused my attention on Andrew, who was casually sauntering through the warehouse with his hands in his pockets.

He was wearing jeans, as usual, and a dark, long-sleeved T-shirt. The holster around his shoulders displayed a handgun, and if I had to be honest, it looked good on him. Illogically good.

He still had not replaced his missing earring, making him seem a little odd if someone were to stare closer, but it made for a pleasant laugh every once in a while.

"Don't worry about them," Elias stated out of nowhere, "They won't mention your weapons."

"Glad that's clear." I remained silent on the sidelines as I watched Andrew inspect the weapons in the wooden crates. "Sabrina." I instantly raised my head. "Come here." Forcing my legs to move towards him, I addressed the men with an indifferent expression.

"Yes?"

"Here," he handed me a rifle nonchalantly, "Tell me what it is."

"But, are you not supposed to know w-" I began in turmoil, but he interrupted me.

"Just tell me, please."

"Semi-automatic rifle," I informed him, still confused, "M40A5, the last variant of the weapon." I looked at him. "Why did you-" He shushed me by raising his hand.

"Impressive," Elias muttered.

"Elias," Andrew nodded his head at me, "As you can tell by what she just said, Sabrina is a professional." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Neither of us will tolerate any type of judgement from your crew, and she won't put up with any of your games either."

"Last time I was careless, I will admit that," Elias spread his hands, "But what are you protecting her from?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he smirked in annoyance, "From you."

"I'm not trying to steal your assistant, Andy," Elias' glare became lethal, and the typical amusement that was present in his voice had disappeared. I could feel the tension in the air, and it was growing on my nerves. If a war was about to explode, I had no desire in being on its frontlines.

"Hopefully, not again," he replied and pointed at me as I held on tightly to the gun, "This is a warning."

After the show Andrew put up, he took away the rifle from me and packed it back inside its crate. Elias discussed the price with him, and we were soon ready to leave. I started walking to the car when he shouted his name.

"Andy!"

"Yes, Elias?" he turned around, instinctively seizing my wrist with his hand.

"I have something else for you." I paid more than the necessary attention to the conversation in an attempt to disregard Andrew's touch on my skin.