Hermes

32

I apologize in advance for what you all are about to read -Aj

Byrnn Rawlings POV

Jorja left my office to lock the front door behind June. I know for a fact that she is upset. Having only one week to spend with them before I leave for a month or more. There's no telling if everything will run smoothly. That's the biggest risk that I take on with running underground. I'm a ghost to them, a boogeyman to all.

"Brynn, you better start fucking talking right now! What the fuck is going on. "Right as I'm about to let Hermes handle this one, Jorja spoke again. "You better now switch!"

~ Busted.~ H.J.

-We are going to die.- B.R.

~Death by glare and loneliness. New suit if she slaps us~ H.J.

"I guess this is the right time to tell you... I kill people for a living, to a point." I simply said, releasing a sigh.

"Brynn fucking Hermes Rawlings!" Good thing this room is soundproof.

"Baby.." "Don't baby me now Brynn. What the actual fuck."

"Will you please calm down?" I told her.

~You fucked up. Oh you fucked up. If she wasn't going to kill us then, she will now~

If looks can kill we are dead. Jorja looks as if she will hop over this desk just to choke me.

"I pretty much deal with gangs, mafias, cults, cartels, just about every type of organized crime group. Anyone dealing, corporations disguised for gangs or leaders deals with me. I've stopped a lot of trafficking that wasn't necessary or things that are just plain old wrong." I explained. "It's a whole lot more than what I'm saying, but that's what I do."

"Brynn." the tone of her voice pierced my heart. The sound of disappointment mixed with some fear laced her voice.

I got out of my chair to sit next to her. I attempted to grab both of her hands, but she pushed me away. I'm not expecting her to accept what I do. Korin probably knows because she's my daughter, and smart as hell.

"Nobody is in danger. Nobody knows what I look like or sound like. My mask I wear completely hides my identity. Even programmed to disguise my voice. They would have to have the best of the best computer scientists, which is a part of the Batsubami family, to help them. Evil in this world is to a point necessary. When there is good there is always evil lurking around. Everyone is protected unless they slip up, which is very rare." I said.

"How do you know?" she asked me.

"Jorja, I took down the largest, most powerful cartel in the world. The KGB are trying to find out, but they can't and Russians are ruthless. I'm a ghost to everyone. I'm a folklore, myth, a boogeyman to them. I'm not trying to paint myself as a god. To people who don't know, they see me as just a successful car salesman or owner that also owns a lounge, and fixes vehicles."

Jorja stayed silent, which is metaphorically killing me. Nobody scares me more than my own mother, God, and now Jorja. Only one person knew and she took that to the grave with her. I choose to do this dangerous ass work because I'm drawn to it. It always felt natural, even though it's not.

"Why me? Why me and my child?" tears streamed down her face.

"I-I don't know, love. I don't have an actual answer to give you. Jorja, I really do genuinely love you with everything in me. You don't know the risks I took to be involved with you." I told her truthfully.

Jorja took a deep breath, possibly gathering her thoughts. Then a laugh of disbelief came out. "First Da'jonte, now you. I thought you were different."

That statement shocked me. "Now I am nowhere near like that fucking bitch boy. I don't take my daughter on fucking drug runs, or stupid shit like that." what she said indeed pissed me off. I would never risk my daughter's life like that.

"How fucking dare you compare me to him." I stood up. I shook my head smiling as I'm slowly losing myself, not even Hermes can stop this. "Ha, I killed a lot of people in my life. More than the age I am now, but to compare me to that sack of shit. I've never laid my hands just to abuse women. I've never purposely put my daughter in danger like he did. I don't have fucking drugs just laying the fuck around. You don't see a fucking gun just sitting out. MY DAUGHTER DIDN'T HAVE TO SLEEP WITH A WEAPON TO PROTECT HERSELF!"

~Hey, now it's your turn to fucking chill out Brynn~

"Speak up Jorja. Say what you're thinking because the shit I do, doesn't endanger her. Is it sick and twisted? Yes very much so, but this is what I choose. Are you in fucking danger Jorja? Is YOUR DAUGHTER IN DANGER?! Absolutely fucking not! My family knows what I do. My mother embraces this side of me, she accepts it. I want you to understand this Jorja, I don't feel sorry for falling in love with you. I kept it away from you so that shit would feel normal. I'm not fucking normal okay! My fucking eyes change colors like I'm a fucking demon1 Yes I have fucking dissociative identity disorder!"

"Br..."

"Save it, Jorja. You said it yourself, I changed your life around. Luna is happier than she was before. You thanked me for simply loving you. YOU pulled my gun out on Mr. Hill, love. Don't fucking sit there and tell me any fucking bull shit ass lie Jorja Brielle Walker. You know damn well I will lay my life out for you, Luna, and Korin. I will protect you all with the last breath in my body." I grabbed Jorja's jaw, making her look up at me. " If I wanted to harm you in any fucking way I seemed fit, I would have done it already. So don't sit there and think for a second I'm him. Why love me if I'm like him. Why stay in my house, in my bed, wearing my clothes, sucking my dick, letting me fuck you into a blissful state if I'm like him. If I'm such a danger to you and Luna, then pack y'all shit and leave. If so, you have a week to leave." I let her jaw go and left my office with her in it.

~I guess no new suit then huh. I think you went too far, further that what I would have done, Brynn.~