Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 5

He didn't want to offer her a ride. He didn't. But he also did. It's scary and dangerous for a beautiful young woman to walk alone in the middle of the night in NYC, and it's the only thing he thinks about. He thinks she's beautiful. Gorgeous actually. She's small. Petit. Way too small for him and he loves it. The moment he saw her in the bar his heart skipped a beat, which he never really felt before.

He doesn't want to feel it, he doesn't even wanna go near her because every time he does, he wants to stay with her. Making sure she's safe because goddammit she's always working late. He doesn't even know her that well, they've seen each other 3 times. 3 fucking times. Maybe it's just his dick talking. Maybe he wants to feel her once. Just once, that's it.

He opens the door for her as soon as they reached his car. A beautiful bright red car that matches her hair

"Thankyou" the sweetest 'thankyou' he ever heard. That soft voice of hers, her little smile because she's nervous and he knows that. God, he knows he makes her nervous and he love the fact that he as an impact on her.

"You're welcome" he looks down with a smirk and her bright red hair makes it even harder to not look at her.

He gets in the car right after her and he can feel her gaze on him, feels good, but is not making eye contact with her. He needs to concentrate on the road instead of this little figure sitting next to him on the passenger seat.

It takes everything in him not to fuck her right there on the backseat of his car. He could've done it with any other girl if they were in her place. Because he can.

But Candace, she didn't even want to get a drink with him. God, it's still bothering him. He can't let that little thing go.

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I can't keep my eyes off him. Shit I'm staring way to long. I wanna look away, I really do but he's great, just great. His car smells new and expensive, not sure what that smells like but I'm sure it's exactly this.

"Staring is rude you know" he says which pulls me out of my thoughts real quick. A smirk appears on his face while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Sorry" 

He looks at me up and down and turns his attention back on the road without saying anything.

"Thanks, for taking me home" I'm looking down at my lap, just so I won't look at him again.

"My pleasure" I guess he's thinking the same since he doesn't take his eyes off the road.

Say something... please brain, say something. Anything.

"So..... how was your day?"

On second thoughts, saying nothing would've been better than 'how was your day' you two are not classmates or married.

He laughs because who the fuck would ask that. Even though it's a normal question. No one asks that.

"My day went fine, how's your doctor life going?"
His cologne is so strong, makes me shiver for some weird reason.

"Great! I saved a life today. Was pretty cool"

"Oh yea?" He quickly glanced at me with a smirk on his face like he was impressed.

"Yea.... I also killed a couple but let's not focus on that" It really was an accident. A woman had an internal bleeding which I didn't see and she kind of died on my watch.

"What a coincidence, so did I"

I can't help but giggle at his statement, he's funny...

'so did I.'

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He looks at her with amusement, because he knows that she thinks he's joking. Which maybe better for her to think that.

They arrive at her place after a 20-minute ride. It's a cute small apartment from what he could see from the outside.

"Thanks again for taking me home, I really appreciate it" she says to him while she turns to face him. They keep staring at each other for a couple seconds when he turns away to step out of the car to open her door and be a gentleman.

"No need to thank me" he keeps it casual, he didn't flirt the whole ride. Not once, since he doesn't want to scare her away.

"Get inside, it's cold out there" He says while she's grabbing her keys. She walks up to her door and he's watching her, taking in her figure and the way she walks. Every little step she makes he takes in, to think about it tomorrow.

The thought of her being so small next to him makes him laugh, it's cute. He likes it. He likes her.

He drives away once she got inside safe when he gets a phone call from Steve. "Dude where the fuck are you? Been waiting in this bar for 50 minutes now" He was on his way to the bar when he saw Candace walking out of the coffee shop at this time. He couldn't let her walk and wait for an Uber in the middle of the night. Fuck Steve. Fuck the bar. He just needed to get this girl home.

"I'm sorry, something came up. I'll be there in 20"

"20? Where are you? Thought you were already near by." Steve says to him on the phone. He was yes, until he brought a girl home who lives 20 minutes away from the city.

"Just order me a drink already" and he hangs up. Just like that.

After 15 minutes he arrived at the bar, and he can see Steve sitting with 2 drinks. "So.... Who did you fuck this time?" Steve says with a smile while keeping his gaze on his drink and passing the other one to James.

He looks at Steve and scoffs while taking a big sip of his drink.

"Common James, don't tell me you had traffic or some bullshit" Steve says, giving James zero opportunity to use that as an excuse.

"Did you cancel that deal with Antonio?"  He's changing the subject, he doesn't wanna talk about her.

He does wanna talk about her but not like that. Every girl he has been with, is just another whore who wants to get laid, and he doesn't want Steve to think like that about Candace.

"I did, but he didn't accept it" Steve says with an annoying face expression.

"What do you mean he didn't accept it. It wasn't an offer. If I don't want to sell the weapons, I'm not selling the weapons" his knuckles turned white which doesn't go unnotice by Steve. "Easy there" Steve says while patting his shoulder.

"You already cut his fingers off remember?" Steve clarifies.

James drinks his glass in one go and turns to face Steve "and he still doesn't get the hint. I'm not selling him shit."

"You're missing out on a Million James, think about it." It's a big deal, but he couldn't care less. He has enough money for a lifetime, and he could stop with what he's doing any day. He doesn't need to sell weapons, drugs or all that kinds of stuff. He made millions in an instant, but it became an addiction, for a lot of people who's been doing these things. He's not doing it for the money, he just can't stop with what he's doing. He likes making deals, being in charge and being the boss. People begging him to accept their offers. Not the killing part, but everything comes with a prize and that's what he's doing. Paying the prize by taking peoples life. Not the innocent ones.

He's not that bad.

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