Darlin'~ Striker x OC

Butterflies

I found Crimson in the warehouse standing under a large cage with Blitz and Fizz inside. Cowboy was on top of the cage, while Blitz and Fizz were bickering.

"Hey, so who's the cowboy up there?" I asked Crim, walking up to him.

Crimson turned to me. "That's Striker, I have a feeling he'll be of great assistance to the family business." He grinned and looked up at Striker, but then frowned. 

Striker was holding Fizz by the throat through the bars of the cage.

"How I wish I was Fizz right now..." I muttered. 

Crimson rolled his eyes at my comment, and shouted. "Hey! Hick-for-hire! I said watch 'em, not fuck 'em!" Crimson raised a brow at him. Striker narrowed his eyes at him. "Keep ya hands off the merchandise!" Crim yelled again. 

Striker jumped down from the boxes he was standing on, making it seem like jumping from that high was nothing. He walked over to me and Crimson and we went the opposite direction with Fizz yelling at Striker. 

Crimson went to his private office in the warehouse. I swear he just does gay shit in there. Striker went behind some of the boxes.

I decided to follow Striker, I didn't wanna see the shit that went down in that office with Alessio and a few other loan sharks.

He was lighting a cigarette. He took a long drag on it before he noticed me. "Oh, hey little lady! Ya know, I didn't catch yer name?" His deep voice was so hot. Satan, why am I thinking like this so much?...

"I-I'm Jessica. Nice to meet you, Cowboy." I tried to keep my flirty, annoying attitude. It always got me to where I wanna be in a relationship. 

In bed, with my hands tied above my head.

He nodded, taking another puff on his cigarette. "You work for him too?" 

"He's my father, and yes I work for him." I leaned against a box in front of him so I was facing him. He just nodded.

"I wouldn't expect a small thing like you to work for a dangerous man like him." He grinned, and I felt some annoyance towards him.

He was bigger compared to me, but I was taller than Crimson and most of his loan sharks. But that wasn't the point.

"Just because I'm small, it doesn't mean anything. I could kick your ass right here right now and leave you begging for help." I crossed my arms. 

His tail flicked from annoyance. "I'm not saying you can't do that, but I'd like to see you try." He grinned at me, his gold tooth shining a bit. 

"Oh, it's on." I lunged for him, but in a swift move he grabbed my waist and slammed me against the wall. 

"You still have my jacket on, Miss. I'm afraid I need it back." His face was dangerously close to mine, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling something in my core. 

"Y-You can have it back, I don't need it anyway." I muttered. He let go of me and put his hands on the collar of the jacket and slid it off me. I shuddered at his touch, his fingers grazed my neck.

Once he got it off me he slung it back on. "Thanks, Miss Jessica. Much obliged." 

I just nodded. I didn't really now what else to say because I knew my face was bright red and flushed. Thankfully, a loud crash in the warehouse took both our minds off things...