Daggers of love

chapter 27

We all pile out of the room; I do my usual grab and pull of Marcus as we leave. Once we make it out into the hallway, I leave him and go to Petra, was I kinda shy after the comment Petra made? Fuck off all Italians want that basic family life; the only difference is the family is also a business. I zone out as we continue down the hallway thinking about my wanted life. I think about how Marcus would make a great dad; how cute our children will be and even what the wedding would be like. Fuck what am I saying!?! snap the fuck out of it y/n!

Luckily, I was bought out of this daydreaming episode by the voice of Viktor being Viktor.

"So, he is cop-man, or he is cop-robot?" fuck he's stupid, I watch as the person he was talking to, chico, gets fed-up with his talking.

"Half and half" chico states, tone showing irritation.

"Which is robot half?" Viktor continues to question.

"no. man. He's a dude in a big old metal suit." Chico finally states.

"It's not a suit" I state, looking over at Petra with a look of "can you believe these idiots"

"They replaced his body with cybernetics. The "robo" part keeps his brain alive." Petra finishes, leading us up some stairs and around a corner.

"This is very confusing film." Viktor admits causing a large sigh to escape my lips. rather than continuing on with the current conversation I decide to change the topic.

"You think we're gonna find anything good in there? I ask referring to the legendary room of confiscation.

"Whatever we find it will be good, trust me y/n" Petra stated, looking back at me before coming to a halt. A monk, shit. I freeze, thinking of an excuse I can use in case we get caught, I end up hearing a shush from chico in the process of this, causing my focus to disappear. What was I thinking? no excuses could save us anyways.

Petra waits, watching the monk intensely. After hearing the ding of a microwave, she quietly leaps across to the other side, waiting for the rest of us. I went next right after her, simply walking my way across the floor, looking back to make sure everyone else was going to make it. Viktor was next, then after some coaxing chico. Marcus, Saya and that hippy kid ended up scurrying over too. After watching Marcus make it past the monk, I turn around ready to continue walking. Just as I went for a step, I felt a hand grab my upper arm, judging from the feel and pressure it was Marcus. Very soft grab and not wanting to do harm, yep that's Marcus's hand. I continue walking acting as if nothing had even happened, but once I made it out of earshot of the monk, I decided to question this curly haired brunette.

"Hey," I began, turning to him with a neutral bitch face. "what's up?" voice at a whisper.

"How are you?" he questions, voice also at a low, whispering level.

"Good, why?"

"You ok in the open without your daggers?" is he actually concerned about me?

"No." I respond, voice conveying vulnerability while my face shows nothing but calmness. "They better be in this room; I have a bad feeling about today." just as I finish speaking Petra stops in her tracks.

"Dickheads, we're here" she speaks.

"you're up Lockey" I state, giving Marcus a slight push in the direction of the door.

"Really? Lockey?" he turns to me with an unimpressed face, walking backwards to reach the door. turning back around before his back is met with hard wood.

"What? your good with locks and you're like a key, lock- key." He let out a slight giggle at my comment before grabbing out his lock set.

"you skeptics don't deserve the spoils that await." Preaches Petra as we watch the kid work. "But..." she continues "I'm a generous captain." It goes silent after this; we all just wait and watch as Marcus messes around with the mechanism in the lock. After a min or two he gets it, opening the door to reveal what I can only describe as a rebellious teens dream.