Finally after what felt like an eternity on the road Blackwood manor came into view. When we got to the large black ornament gate Felix lowered his side car window and swipes his security card on the access point by the gate after the acceptance beep, inputted his fingerprint, all the while I had lowered my right side window to look at Tameka.
She sat in her security booth on her swivel chair, with her elbows on the booths large window sill looking a Felix with a bored expression on her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she wore the usual black suit the security guards wore, but she had customized hers by wearing a red shirt underneath her suit jacket, with no tie and gold chains adorning her neck and collarbones.
"Hey, Tameks" I said smiling brightly at her.
"Hey Freya", she uttered amusement evident in her sky-blue eyes.
"I hate that name"
"I know, that's why I keep saying it", her smile get even wider when she heard a muffled thump come from the boot of the car.
"Ooh, you never take prisoners, this one must be special, huh?" she was practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes glued to the trunk. I rolled my eyes at her, sometimes I feel like the older one in this relationship.
"Down girl, he's not for playing" I looked at Felix who had gotten the gate open by now and was leaning back in his car seat tapping away on his phone with the car still running, indicating that he wanted me to wrap this up.
"Oh, okay, you coming over tonight, Emma is making her green bean casserole" her previous dejected look turning into a dreamy one at the thought of her wife.
"Nah, I've got to pack", I said my shoulders visibly slumping at the thought of going back to boarding school.
"Oh yeah, that's on Saturday", she said taking out her phone and turning it on. All of a sudden Felix drove the car forward.
"Bye!"
"Now that was just rude" I vocalized as he drove up the long driveway past multiple Greek-like statues and fountains ranging from cobblestone to jade to marble. My mother has always had a flare for the grand but never gaudy, my Nana had made sure to raise her like royalty, which she kind of was in the head of the biggest mafia in the entire western hemisphere type way. A family business that spanned generations of corrupt presidents and wayward senators, all starting from my infinity great grandmother Anile Blackwood back before the Great Enlightenment. But that's a story for another time.
I hopped out of the car when it came to a stop outside the front mahogany double doors. I skipped to the boot which Felix had unlocked. He came to stand beside me and opened it slowly. Inside was Julius' half-conscious body, I raised an eyebrow, surprised that he was still alive with how much blood covered the surface of the boot. Felix let out a groan at the sight.
"It's so hard to get blood out of wool", he blurted looking at the now-stained grey carpet of the boot.
"It's hard to get blood out of everything", I drawled poking Julius' pale cheek
Soft
"Take him to Doc, we can't have him die, it would be very annoying to have Marcos seek revenge or whatever" I mouthed walking to the front door and nodding to August as he opened the door for me.
"Isn't Bret supposed to be on door duty today?" I walked through the door, looking back at him as I took off my black boots and placed them on the large shoe rack by the door on the left wall replacing them with my pink panther fuzzy slippers.
"His wife went into labor" he replied, an amused smile on his face as he looked at my slippers.
"She's three months early" I mused as Bert closed the doors.
"You're back, great, I have your suitcases out of storage and in your closet, I don't know why you insist on packing your own things if you end up doing it last minute" I looked towards Leah as she made her way down the left staircase with a basket of laundry in her arms.
Wanting to avoid her scolding I made a mad dash for the right staircase only to see her waiting for me at the top with her arms crossed. I looked to the left to see Leah#1 already on her way to the laundry room. I looked back at Leah#2 with a strained smile on my face. Before I could say anything Felix walked in through the front door with the pharmaceutical bag in his hand walking towards us.
"Shoes", Leah spouted pointing at his feet. He let out a sigh and walked to the shoe rack and exchanged his leather business shoes for his black non-fuzzy slippers.
"You forgot your meds in the car," he said approaching the stairs where we stood.
"I got it", another Leah said as she took the bag from his hands and headed towards Sebastian's room.
"How many you got wandering around?" Felix asked as he watched Leah's clone walk away. He never liked her power and said and I quote "It's just so freaky, seeing multiple people who all look the same and sharing a hive mind".
"Enough", Leah purred completely aware of how uncomfortable her ability made the blue-eyed Russian.
"You might want to hit the gym, I've got some cleaning the guard quarters right now", she smirked causing the bulky man to visibly stiffen.
"Good idea", he said hurriedly heading in the direction of the underground elevator that led to the gym floor. Most of the non-traditional home rooms were underground such as the armory, medical facilities, training grounds, briefing room, torture chamber, holding cells, and a bunch of other ones I didn't know. They were also the only floors that were not carpeted aside from the kitchen, bathrooms, and my art studio.
With Leah's eyes on Felix, I tried to lean onto the stair railing to sneak past her, with emphasis on trying.
"And where do you think you're going" I watched as she uncrossed her arms and raised a perfectly plucked brown eyebrow. I quickly looked down at her clothes, looking for something new to compliment her. She, unfortunately, wore the same black maid's uniform, a black short-sleeved button-up with a white collar, and no tie. Black slacks with a horizontal white line on the side of each pant leg and on her black socked feet were equally black employee slippers.
Shit, okay what about a new lipstick or blush shade.
I moved my brown eyes from her uniform to her pale face, from her slightly thin gloss-covered pale pink lips with a cupid's bow, to her high cheekbones which were their natural color, to her hazel eyes.
No mascara, no eyeliner, no nothing.
Must be a makeup-free day, is it a Jewish holiday or something, she always wears makeup.
I moved my eyes even further up ignoring her annoyed expression, to her chocolate brown hair, which was in a neat bun at the top of her head.
Bingo.
"Did you do something to your hair? It looks amazing"
My inspection of her had only taken seconds, used to her and what it would take to placate her. Her annoyed expression melted into a bashful one as she brought a hand up to her hair.
"Oh you noticed, I got my highlights redone yesterday, I went for golden sunrise this time, it warms up my complexion, do you really think so?"
"I know so, you are glowing"
"Not even Antonio noticed", she said taking a step past me and undoing her bun, letting her waist-long tresses cascade down her back and tucking some of it behind her left ear with a proud smile.
"Well he's never been very bright"
She let out a quiet laugh as she went all the way down to the entryway, slippers silent against the black carpeted floor. I watched her walk towards the kitchen previous argument forgotten. I continued on my merry way up the stairs and headed right toward my mother's home office.
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