I'm In Love With The Enemy (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 2: Meeting The Mob Boss

I was awoken from my sleep by the shrill noise of my alarm clock. I swatted at the annoying object. I switched it off and read the time. Seven thirty. I groaned and got out of bed. I was left alone with my thoughts as I turned on the shower on medium heat. I jumped in and tried to wash the nerves away. STOP! You're Quinn Tucker. You don't get scared. Those things that go bump in the night? That's me kicking somethings' ass. I'm not a wimp.

I finished my shower, dried off, and dressed up in a white thermal shirt, black Arizona jeans, my DC shoes, and my black leather jacket. I straightend my hair, ate breakfast, and headed to my car. It was a 2013 red Dodge Charger and the interior was black leather. I hopped in and sped off to the store. Once I got to the building, I went inside and purchased mace. I might as well get Vivian something to defend herself with. I left the store and checked my watch. Ten. I have to be at the Daniels' house at eleven.

The drive there itself, was forty-five minutes. I got there at ten-fifty, considering traffic, and saw a group of henchmen surrounding one particular man. Robby Daniels. I thought to myself. I exited my car and looked around. Every other car in the area were different Maseratis. Whether it be a different color, or different style. I subconsiously let out a whistle of approval, signaling to the others of my presence. They sized me up to see if I was worthy to be there. I stood tall, refusing to be intimidated. Robby waved me over, so I walked forward. I saw a figure in the window of the upper floor of the three story house.

I made my way over to Robby and stood face to face. Well... as face to face as I could get with his cronies in the way. Robby looked me over with a deep look of concentration etched in his face. A few seconds later his face was void of any emotion. I continued to look him in the eye.

"So, you're this Becca Thompson I hired. I got to say, you're skinnier than I thought you'd be." he said a little dissapointed. I had to remind myself to remember these people know me as Becca Thompson, and not Quinn Tucker.

"What I lack in weight, I make up for in pure talent and skill." I said in a serious tone. A small smile ghosted his lips as he nodded his head in acceptance. He told me to follow him, which I obediently did. We made our way into the house.

The first floor was made up of a huge living room furnished with a leather couch, big flat screen tv, coffee tables, love seats, chairs, and lamps; a huge kitchen with marble stoned counters, stainless steel appliances, and a big dining table; and two other closed doors I figured was a closet and a door leading to the basement. The second floor had four rooms. Robby said one of them was for himself; another was for his son Jason; another was for his other son, Rodrick; and the last was a bathroom. The third, and last floor, had only two rooms and a pull string to the attic. One room was the room I was to sleep in, and the other was his daughter's, Vivian.

"Up there is the attic. We store random crap up there. Until I truly trust you, you are to not go in the basement." he said with force. He looked dead serious.

"I'm only here to protect your daughter, sir. You have my word that I won't go in the basement until I have your trust." I said. I knew it was a lie, but I had to give him what he wanted to hear. I was going to protect an innocent person in the process, so that was a bonus. He pursed his lips in consideration. After a few seconds he seemed satisfied with my answer and showed me to my room.

It had a twin sized bed with white sheets, a black comforter, and two pillows with one black and one white pillow cases. Next to the bed, there was a small bed side table with a single drawer, and a lamp on top of it. To the left, I saw a door leading to the bathroom. Hanging upon the wall was a 40 inch flat screen tv. I was pretty content with my space. I tried to thank him for the room, but he just waved it off.

"You're protecting my daughter. This seems sufficent enough." he said raising an eyebrow, daring me to say otherwise. I nodded my head in agreement, and followed him to the bedroom across the hall. He knocked on the door and a tanned woman opened the door. She was dressed in a blue blouse and a skirt; she had brown eyes that held fury in them that was boring into me. I shifted uncomfortably under her glare.

"Daddy, I told you a million times, I. DON'T. NEED. A. BABYSITTER! I can take care of myself." she yelled. She looked me over.

"Like what you see?" I asked smugly. She scoffed and turned to her dad. She was staring at him with such intensity, that if looks could kill, my assignment would be finished. He matched her look, and she quickly went to pleading.

"Please daddy. I don't need her here. You have enough friends to look after me. Not to mention Jason and Rodrick. I'm safe enough." she pleaded. I took one look into Robby's eyes and knew her pleads were falling upon deaf ears. He shook his head effectively shutting her up.

"She's staying. I already hired her, she's the best in her field," I smirked. If you only knew. I thought. "And she can keep you safe. You know Johnson's gang has been hanging around." he said giving reasons for her to give up the useless fight. Steve Johnson was the leader of a local gang, and they have been starting shootouts and stealing drugs from the Daniels' mob. I glanced at Vivian and saw her deflate. She spun on her heel, entered her room, and slammed the door.

"Follow me outside to the shed." Robby ordered. I followed him out the house, crossed the yard, and entered the giant shed. It was kind of like a wharehouse full of men in suits around drugs. I was a little confused. I was pretty sure the drugs were in the basement. Realization dawned on me as I figured out that the money was down there. Everyone that was in the shed looked up and scowled. I was positive that they were jealous I was protecting Vivian. She was beautiful. I could tell most of the men who weren't family, had a crush on her. Hell, if she didn't have an additude with me, I'd have one on her, too. It wasn't long ago that I figured out I was bisexual. She seemed independent, and I admired that about her. The members who were family, immediately hated me because they thought Robby didn't think they were enough to protect their own flesh and blood.

"Take your shirt off." he said. My eyebroes shot up into my hairline. I was highly alarmed at his demand. I shakily raised my shirt. "She's not wearing a wire." Rodrick said after he patted me down. Slowly. I grimaced at his ballsy move by putting his hand on my ass. I quickly grabbed his hand, twisted it, and pinned it behind his back.

"Well, well, well. You'll do just fine." Robby said impressed. I just smirked at his son's scowl as I released him.