Code Arhangel - FAMILY #1

2.5

EVA

Unfortunately, Damon didn't catch the message I had delivered.

As soon as we went to the bar Damon started looking at me like a predator. Ethan and Myra were having fun with the situation, but for my, not only did I not see the funny thing, but I also felt uncomfortable with his attitude. The self-centered jerk insisted on keeping his focused on me with a nervous certainty of the outcome.

"Why did you stop drinking?" Myra asked me.

"Tell him I'm not going to his bed" Instead of pushing Damon away I had done the opposite. He saw me as a test to confirm his ego.

"He doesn't want that, Eva."

I made a wry face. "I'm not even going to get him a blowjob."

"He doesn't want that either," she insisted as he finally focused on a blonde passing by. "Damon doesn't involve with brunettes, he has rules..." she continued. "If you notice the girls, he works with are beautiful, but brunettes, and as far as I know he doesn't mess with the members of his Family."

I pass the word 'Family' and looked around. Brunette waitresses were everywhere. I remembered that at the entrance they were also brunettes, with the only redhaired Laura, but no blondies. The explanation was ridiculous, but turning my attention back to Damon, I saw him clutching the girl who in turn was rubbing herself on him like a cat. I felt better that she wasn't messing with me, and when Myra and Ethan visited the office, I ordered another drink.

"Cheers, beautiful" the bartender told me.

I smiled friendly raising my glass to clink with him, but he nodded.

"Alex..." introduced himself.

"Eva".

"I know" resting his elbows on the wooden surface approached me. "Alcohol is forbitten when we work. Strict Family's rules".

"Family means...?"

"The gang led by Damon".

Shit.

He didn't just own the club; the jerk also had a fleet.

"No member drinks," Alex continued seriously.

Damon snuggled up next to me. With a sharp nod he pointed to his empty glass forcing Alex to return to his work. "Are you going to relax honey or stay sour?"

"Sour".

"You think I want to fuck you huh" he crooked smile.

I turned to Juliet's level. The crowd was growing, above their heads there was a cloud of smoke while the music had become a prolonged siren without a trace of melody.

Amidst all this chaos, his brain had a complete refusal to receive the message. He approached until his hot breath hit my cheek.

"There is nothing more interesting than me, honey."

"His ego is huge, Damon."

"And it's not the only huge one on me, Eva."

He was a complete assholl.

I got up of the stool ignoring his huge attitude flamboyant smile I reached Juliet's level, exasperated. The crowd pushing and shoving me as they followed an exhausting beat of music. Colorful lights distorted their faces and while the music vibrated the floor I was caught and lost in the fire of Climax.

I started trying to find a way out, someone grabbed me by the waist, and I froze. I smelled mint and whiskey from a breath that spread across my cheek.

"Don't worry Eva..." his voice was calm and reassuring. He turned me slowly on his side, became my image. "I'm doing my job well. You'll be safe with me."

Damon pulled away slightly, waving his hand over his head. In the inseparability that prevailed around us I stopped being pressured by others, I had space to move and breathe. Smiling at me he began to dance to a rhythm that suddenly suited him perfectly. His body began to absorb the music releasing it with the same intensity but completely melodious. Realizing that as miserable as the music was, Damon orchestrated it again, filling his body with a highly erotic aura. I looked up at his face, saw his smug smile and came to my senses. He had helped me, all right, but I didn't trust him. I had no idea what the hell was stuck in his mind and how my own mind would continue to function rationally with a complex Damon by my side.

I was about to leave when he pinned me against him. My back pressed against his sternum.

"I don't want to fuck you, Eva, relax."

Damn it, was it that hard to keep his distance for once?

"Stop touching me..." I yelled and pushed him back.

I turned furiously pointing my finger at him. He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't understand what I was saying but I was irritated because yes, he was charming with plump lips and a piercing gaze. Because everything that was a dirty mess an hour earlier had come back upgraded, fully justifying his smug nature.

"Back off, Damon. I'm not available. I don't need... this" said looking at him in disgust.

"Yes honey, but I have to make sure of that. You are my job".

What a fuck?

He cocked his head to the side playfully and I tried to figure out what the hell he was thinking he pulled a blonde who happened to be passing by. The girl answered directly. She ran her hands over his shoulders, down to his sternum, reaching up to his thighs grabbing him like a hungry cat, pressing her breasts against his sternum. Damon strapped her to his crotch, and I took a half step back, away from the porn the gang-man was offering to the drunken crowd that he no doubt found interesting.

I turned my back on them and found myself within breathing distance of a foreign body. Auburn hair, lots of tattoos, short beard. He was the guy Ethan was talking to before we went to the office. His clothes were still dirty, but he seemed sober and harmless. Maybe...

"Eva" I politely introduced myself.

He looked over my shoulder nodded vaguely and returning leaned close to my ear.

"Lyon" said. "Welcome to the Family, Eva."