The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Update

I am slowly, very slowly chipping away at the writer block for this story. With this being said, here is a sample the new WIP that I started. Untitled for the moment. Dealing with death, cheating, and mobsters looking for the money they loaned out. Give me your thoughts! The MMC is modeled after Mr. October with a few physical differences. 

Now, the teaser....

Tired hazel-green eyes swept across a tidy living room for the two-bedroom apartment. Not an ordinary thing was out of place for the space, save for the man with a long scar down the left side of his face sitting on the green threadbare high back chair that had been moved to face the equally worn, color matching couch. His long legs were crossed, ceasing the pants of a very nice, probably customed black business suit. The blood red shirt that he was wearing would have seemed odd to the people who did not know him. Hands in his lap, he watched as the two people returned home from a very emotional and stressing day. No one said a thing. No questions, no shouting. Just silence.

Cassandra Gordan glanced about, seeing the others, six men in common black suits and black shirts, leather gloves on their hands. There was much variety between the men standing about the living room. Tall and short, thick, thin. Different shades of skin tone. All with stone faces and emotionless eyes.

She took a breath, brushing out the invisible wrinkles of her simple, knee length suit dress with matching jacket that she was wearing, black like the clothing of the uninvited guests in her home. Her reasoning for wearing the color was quite different from theirs. She looked about again, feeling that whatever was going to happen, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Silently, she was praying for the mercy for just one person, but not herself.

Her arm went around the shoulders of her fifteen-year-old son, pulling him close as they walked into the room. She led them to the couch to sit. Luckily Maddox, her son, did not fight or ask what was happening. So much had been laid on the slender shoulders of the boy in the past few days. All he did was looked at the men, questions filling his honey brown eyes.

Cassandra moved her hand to hold her skirt to the back of her legs as she sat on the couch. Her hands pulled her long dark brown, laced with greying hairs over her shoulders to use as a worry stone. A habit she had all her life. Her feet were aching fiercely from wearing her low, black heels since seven o'clock that morning. It was now four in the afternoon.

Maddox pulled up the legs of his black pants a bit as he sat next to his mother. The young man finally pulled loose the black tie at his neck. Huffing, he removed the black suit jacket that he was wearing over a simple white buttoned down. Maddox just wanted to be free from the trapping that he was forced to wear for the day. He only did it for his mother's sake for she was being stretched so thin and he was scared that she would break.

Before thinking to speak, Cassandra studied the man sitting across from them. His ethnicity was rumored to be Korean and Irish, yet a few told that he had French nobility in his blood. Long hair, the shade of a raven's wing cascaded down his shoulders, nearly to his waist. With his facial features and all that hair, it gave an androgynous look to him. He had an average frame, about five foot eight or so. Taller than her by several inches anyways. Strong, lean muscular limbs with a fit core was under the fine material that adored his body.

Her eyes went back to his face. His was a handsome man with sharp cheeks, angular jawline and chin. A slender nose that ended a bit wide at the nostrils. Pink lips with were pinched and thin at the moment. Manicured dark brows that fit well with his face. One dark brown eye like fresh tilled earth. The other one, his left eye was made from glass with golden dragon's eye design. The scar started nearly at the hairline of his forehead, cutting through the eyebrow on that side. Beginning again on the apple of his cheek and ending just the side of his chin. It was harsh and still has a red tint of the healed skin.