For What Its Worth...Lust

Rocky

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  "Ow." I grab the broom mid swing and pull it from the girl's hand. "Did you just hit me in the head with a broom?" The cherry on top of a shitty night. All because I "need to learn more about the family business" and " you need to know how to get the job done right" as if this hasn't been my life for the past eighteen years. You'd think my own father would know by now. And now a simple deal has gone left because I got stuck with some new recruits.

      She just stands there staring at me like I'm crazy. While she stares at me, I take her in. Tall with brown skin, long curly hair and a troubled look on her face. I don't know what it is about her but she is starting to make me feel uneasy. "Are you going to answer me?"

"I'm not the one that broke into a bookstore at" She looked up at the clock on the wall. "10:58 at night. Like did you not see the closed sign on the door or are you just stupid?"

"Your back door was unlocked. Maybe next time check to make sure all the doo-

"Oh my gosh you do realize that you are bleeding all over the floor I just mopped ."

"I am not bleeding all over the floor."

"But you will be when this broomstick gets shoved up your as-

"As if you can really make that happen in the first place sweetheart."

    I look down at my white shirt to see a big patch of red staining my shirt. I thought it was just a graze but I must have been hit somewhere else and not even noticed. "Shit."I bring my hand to try and clot the wound only to heighten the pain.

    Next thing I know I'm being pulled by this girl into what I assume is a breakroom and shoved into a chair. "Sit here and don't move." Without another word she walks over to the cabinet. With little effort, thanks to her height grabs something out the back and pulls it. She walks towards me with a big first aid kit. "Take your shirt off"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you only talk in questions or something? Or maybe you're just acting stupid from all the blood loss. So I'm gonna say this slowly so you understand. Take. Your. Shirt. Off. Or I can take it off for you. Your choice."

   I move my hand to slowly start unbuttoning my shirt. Pushing it down the sides of my body I can feel her eyes tracing the outline of my exposed chest. She realizes that I can feel her staring, and grabs some disinfected and a roll of bandages out of the kit.

"So you got a name? Or am I just patching up Jack the Ripper." I raise my eyebrow.

"Rocky."

"Really, I mean the name your mother gave you."

"You asked for a name. So, I gave you a name." She continued to clean the wound.

"Fine, okay whatever. Rocky it is. Don't have to give me all that attitude too."

"Ow, watch it."

"Maybe this would be easier if you'd stop breathing so hard. Besides, I'm doing you a favor. I could just let you bleed out and deal with your body in the morning." She goes back to bandaging me, letting her hands absentmindedly roam around my abdomen, leaving goosebumps across my skin. Maybe I am acting stupid from blood loss.

She finishes bandaging me up and grabs some pills from the kit and hands them to me. "Here. Take these."

"I don't need these."

"You know I'm tired of all the attitude you've been giving me. Take the pills or don't. Just get out of here before I call the cops." She gets up and walks out but not before saying, "Oh and you're welcome."

  I shove the pill into my mouth, swallowing it dry. Giving it a second to settle. Then attempt to walk toward the back exit without messing up the bandages. I need to get back to the penthouse and regroup with the team. We need to come up with a plan to fix this, and fast.

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How can you be such an idiot!? I gave you a simple task! Hand off the flash drive, get the money."

I stand there clenching my fist not saying anything. When he gets like this it's better to think twice before answering.

"Does your mouth not work today, boy? When I'm talking to you I expect an answer."

"No sir. I know I messed up. I'm already working on a plan to fix it."

"You better fix it. And fix it soon before I'm forced to hand down the consequences for this little mess up. Being my son doesn't guarantee any special treatment. Now get out of my face." Not like I got any in the first place.

"Yes, sir." I walk out of dad's study and out of the house to get into my car. Trying to take a deep breath,without aggravating the stitches the family doctor gave me after that girl's sloppy first aid.

"The old man must have torn into you." My right hand and best friend, Nick, says to me.

"Let's just say he wasn't very happy. How's the search for the flash drive going?"

"I got three teams searching for it. We should have an update in a few hours."

"Alright. Take me home for now."

We sit in silence for the two hour ride back to the city. As soon as I get up to my penthouse, I walk straight to the bathroom. Grabbing the pills the doc gave to me, taking four instead of the recommended two. Then I head to my study to do some work. I opt for a cup of coffee instead of a glass of whisky. I figure mixing caffeine with painkillers is safer than mixing them with alcohol. I glance up at the clock and see that it's already a little after two am which means I have officially been up for 46 hours. I should probably get some sleep, but I should wait for an update from the teams. I settled for resting my eyes for a bit. My thoughts immediately drift back to that girl from the bookstore. Thinking about her makes my blood hot.