spellbound (18+)

Twevelth Shipment

Adrik ate breakfast quietly, wondering where Michelle had run off to.

He shrugged, noting the house was quiet and that was all that really mattered.

He scrolled through his phone quietly. Something deep in his gut told him something wasn't right. A nattering in his mind, a soft voice whispered in his ear to do some research while Michelle was gone.

He started typing cautiously.
Honey under tongue. A spell—

"What are you doing, Adrik." He coded, looking over his coffee with a small smile.

A spell. Well, it wasn't as if witchcraft was real. It was a desperate attempt to save her life.

His lips quirked up. "Princess..."

Michelle's eyes were trained on him, a small smile on her face.

"Where did you say you were from," he asked softly.

She shrugged. "Small town in Virginia. Why?"

His eyes narrowed. "Where are you parents from?"

Her lips quirked up, as she approached him, his eyes drawn briefly to the swing of her hips. His gaze darted back to her face, to the almost sinister smile on her face.

He set his coffee cup down.

"You're never curious about me," she sat herself in his lap, her nails, sharp and black. They reminded him of claws. She ruled her fingers around his lapels gently, her eyes on the bare skin of his chest.

"Is everything okay?" She whispered, dragging her eyes op to meet his.

Dark and unending, her eyes. He glanced away.

"Don't worry about going into work today," he whispered, looking at her.

She shifted. "Why? Are you doing something I shouldn't be privy to?"

Adrik sighed, leaning back into his chair. He looked away, glancing at the large window in the dining room. She hummed in his lap softly, a little tune he'd never heard before.

"Whatever it is you're doing to me," he murmured. "Whatever you've done to make me think of you. Desire you. What happens when I can't stop? What happens when it spirals out of your control?"

He glanced back at her, his eyes dead, his expression emotionless.

"You may have succeeded tying yourself to me...but you don't know even know who I am. You've made a grave mistake."

He stood, letting her fall into the floor, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

He looked down at her for a moment, before his lips quirked up in a devilish smirk, a scoff leaving his nose as he shook his head, leaving her on the floor of the kitchen.

He paused at the doorway.

"You really are naive, Princess. Truly sheltered, to never think...my attention may not be what you really want."

He slammed the door behind him, lighting his cigarette, walking leisurely to the bar. She got up, watching him from the window as he chuckled to himself darkly.

She narrowed her eyes.

• • •

In the middle of no where, USA was a small town. Less than a hundred thousand people. There was one man, who watched them all, and that town was like his own domain.

No one entered and no one left without his permission and knowledge.

In this town in Nowhere, USA, millions upon millions of pounds of illegal merchandise, from guns to drugs, to women stopped, and were redistributed from around the world.

Adrik blinked, looking at a Danya who handed him a cigarette. Adrik put it between his lips, as Danya lit.

"Absolutely nothing?" Adrik asked gruffly.

Danya shook his head. "Absolutely nothing, Sir."

Adrik closed his eyes. "Doesn't sound right to me." Adrik sighed, the bar near empty.

He leaned against the bar taking a drag from his cigarette, briefly recalling her raspy voice telling him it was poison.

He put it out with a roll of his eyes.

"She's from a small town in Virginia. Parents are probably ethnic. Think first generation immigrants. Rich. Can't be that hard to find," his eye twitched.

"Adrik!" He glanced up, finding Fernando who grinned. His hair as slick as his nature, suit perfectly pressed and tailored.

Dirty money looked good.

He nodded, looking at Sergio.

He sighed. "I used to be fired. I miss that."

"Gonna miss your tongue too," Adrik said softly, glancing up. "Vodka."

Sergio sighed dramatically. "What's that come in again?"

Adrik rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"Ha, amigo, you still don't know how to bartend. Haven't you been here ten years?" Fernando grinned.

Sergio muttered, cursing.

Adrik glanced at Fernando, who put his arm around him. Adrik glared at it until he removed it. "As prickly as ever, huh amigo?"

Fernando took his wallet out. "How would you love to get in on a business venture?"

"Can't," Adrik said, looking at the drink Sergio put in front of him suspiciously. "Busy." He finished, setting the drink away.

"Waste of alcohol you talentless drunk," he murmured in Russian.

Sergio simply shrugged. "I'm talented at drinking alcohol not making it."

Shooting him a look, Adrik settled his gaze on the door.

There she was. Of course she was. Her hair up in a ponytail, dark brown skin shimmering under the lights, white, low cut dress.

His eye twitched.

Fernando's eyes was drawn to her, as she grinned. "Did anyone ask for a bartender."

"No," Adrik grunted.

She grinned. "Oh don't say that. We both know Sergio can't sling drinks to save his life. She put on an apron, leaning in front of him, her elbows on the bar, her eyes on his, a smirk on her face, as her cleavage shone under the lights.

"What can I get started for ya?"