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~ 8 Graves

Snow

Nervousness is slowly spreading through me, and the things Sophia told me, are not helping, also not the fact, that I haven't seen Flame all day. But he should be coming through the door any damn minute, which is kind of relieving to me. I look around the basement bar again, everything is in place, everything is clean, mentally I'm going through my checklist. When someone speaks to me, "Hey Snow, nervous?" Fiona asks quietly, I nod. "Yes, to be honest, quite nervous. I don't want to do anything wrong, you understand?" I ask, she nods slightly. "You really like him a lot, don't you?" She asks, I look at her. "Huh?" comes over my lips, she laughs. "Oh, come on, you've made our fire devil really tame." I have to laugh, "Is that what you call him?" I ask, Fiona nods slightly. I grin, "Yes, I really like him a lot. I don't know if it..." my words get stuck in my throat. When the door opens and Flame steps into the room, holy hell. I swallow hard, damn he looks so good. The shirt he's wearing is molded against his muscles, his hair is gelled back, I let my eyes wander further down. Also, his pants are suiting him as fuck. Is it getting hot in here? Fiona nudges me in the side and my gaze shoots back up to his face, he looks at me as if he had seen a ghost. As if I didn't belong here, as if he doesn't want me here. He shakes his head slightly and then walks further into the room. I can feel him staring at me, I raise my chin, be confident. Stay professional, Draven nods at me as he comes into the room, Nacho does the same, to greet me. Then three men enter the room, who i have never seen before. I don't let it show, but their presence makes me even more nervous, they all wear stuff, that's probably cost more than my truck. One of them stares at me as if I were his next lunch, the fuck? Fiona smiles broadly and is already grabbing something for the orders. Two of the men sit down at the table with Flame and the others, after they gave me a quick look. Only one of them comes towards me, the one with the red Necktie and the expensive looking tailored suit.

And from the way to charming grin on his lips, it must be King. He props his arms up on the counter and looks at me, no, he's staring straight I'm my face. But the worst thing is that I can feel Flame's burning gaze on me. I put on a fake smile. Sophia said I should be respectful to him. So stay nice and professional. "Can I help you, sir?" That sounds respectful, doesn't it? Shit, the man in front of me licks his lips, as if I just offered myself up for dinner for him. "I don't know, can you?" He asks darkly, almost teasing, fuck. I pause, confused for a moment, "uh... if you want something to drink, sir, yes. If you want anything else, you'll have to go to someone else," I say, the dark-haired man is damn intimidating, he kinda creeps me out. The grin on his lips gets even wider, "Too bad, but I'll have a whiskey, Aiden." He says, I pause. He knows my name? I'm not even wearing my name tag, what the hell? These people are fucking dangerous. I nod "Neat or On The Rocks?" I ask quietly, but I'm itching to ask him how he knows my name. "Neat..." comes from his lips. I nod, "you can sit down too, Fiona will bring your whiskey to the table." I say, he nods. "I can understand what Flame sees in you. You're cute, I bet your ass is worth it." He says before he goes to the table. I need a moment to collect myself, what was that? What the fucking fuck? I meet Flame's gaze, and once again I can't tell what he's thinking or feeling, his eyes are so cold again, like yesterday. Confused, I start mixing the drinks when Fiona gives me the orders.

The evening is moving along in leaps and bounds, I have heard a lot of the business, their discus. I watch Flame for a bit, fuck, does he have to look so hot? The dancers are here now, I roll my eyes. But I keep watching Flame, my heartbeat is speeding up. Fuck, I really think I've fallen for him. Is that bad? I press my lips together, I don't know if he loves me too. But there must be something between us, otherwise he wouldn't have done all these things. We wouldn't have gone on a date, or he wouldn't have given me his necklace. I have to smile, damn it. Be professional, you're working here. You're not here to stare at your boyfriend. "Can I have another drink?" I flinch slightly and turn my head to the guy standing at the bar. It's the one in the leather jacket, and the dark brown hair. His intense gray eyes stare into my soul, holy fuck this guy gives me the goosebumps, I nod slightly. "Yes... what would you like?" I ask quietly, he stares at me in silence for a while. "First of all, I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Dagger." He says, I nod. "Uh, nice to meet you. I'm Snow. So, what do you want to drink?" I ask. "Do you have beer? I don't like whiskey that well." He asks, I nod and hand him the menu so he can choose something. "You know, you're good for him." He says, I look at him. "For whom?" I ask, he laughs darkly. "Flame, don't play dumb. I know, to be honest. Everyone in this room knows it..." he says, I furrow. "Wait, that means..." he interrupts me, "King wanted to see if you loyal. Well, you are..." I stare at him, unable to say something.