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

Chapter 3: Protecting The Daughter

"Well Becca, now that I gave you the grand tour, here are a set of keys to the black 2011 Mercedes Benz in the drive way. Go protect my daughter." he said firmly. I nodded my head, turned to the house, and swiftly walked away. I finally reached Vivian's door, when it was ripped open and an angry woman was in my vision. She was fuming, and all I could do was look around, clearly uncomfortable. Boy this won't turn out well. I thought.

"Listen, I don't like you, I can't stand you, and quite frankly, you aren't needed. Since my father is forcing me to accept this... " predicament"." she said using her fingers as quotation marks, "I guess I can't ditch you, but I don't want you constantly breathing down my neck. Got it?" she asked raising an eyebrow. I was getting irritated. She really thought I wanted to be there too? I stuffed my hands into my jeans to keep them from smacking her. When I felt a can in my pocket, I instantly remembered the can of mace. 

"Here." I tossed it at her. She was taken aback by the label. "It's for your protection when I can't be there. Now why don't we run along to wherever it was you were going, and hurry back. We don't want to keep daddy waiting." I said smirking at the pure hate that was written all over her face.

"I hate you!" she spat. I just shook my head. Feelings mutual I thought to myself. I followed behind her. Not too close, yet not too far. We made it outside and I saw in my peripheral vision, her father watching us intently. He gave me a look that said look after her. I nodded my head and followed her to the Mercedes. I opened up the door to the backseat, and held out my hand for her. 

She raised an eyebrow. She opened the passenger side door and closed it after she hopped in. I was left standing there like an idiot. I could have sworn I heard her father chuckle as I rushed to the driver's side. I got into the car and waited. Vivian looked over at me, getting irritated at the fact she could still see her house.

"Are you going to buckle up?" I asked innocently, suppressing my smirk. She rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath at my antics. I turned the key, put the car in reverse, and pulled out of the drive way.

"Take me to the mall. I'm meeting some friends there. Remember what I said, space." she said looking out the window. My eye started to twitch as I was barely able to keep my temper intact. We drove in awkward, uncomfortable silence, but I sure as hell wasn't going to break it. When we finally arrived at the mall, I sighed in relief that the last half hour drive was over. Stay close, but not too close. I reminded myself as we entered through the automatic doors.

Two women walked up to Vivian. I was about to go over there since I wasn't sure who they were, but I guess Vivian saw me out of the corner of her eye, because she glared at me. I took a step back, and pretended to check out prices. I heard her friends snort and whisper to each other. I closed my eyes and sighed. It's like high school. I thought to myself. I heard a shriek, and quickly opened my eyes, preparing myself for a fight. Instead, I saw three grown women drooling over a sign that said forty percent off all clothing in the store. I shook my head. Yep. Exactly like high school. I kept my distance as I followed them to the store. I was checking everyone suspiciously, when my phone rang.

"Quinn Tucker." I answered, putting my distance between me and the women, considering they think my name was Becca Thompson. It wouldn't do me good, if they heard me.

"Tucker, did you get any information?" James asked.

"Yeah, but I didn't get any pictures. Give me a couple of months, I need to gain his trust so they won't be so suspicious of me." I replied, catching Vivian's eye. She narrowed her eyes and went back to shopping.

"So, how's the daughter? I heard she's hot, but I also heard she can verbally tear you a new one." he said. I just chuckled. She was pretty, but the attitude was off putting. I looked over to the friends and saw them heading to the food court.

"She's good looking. Also, she's a bitch." I said. I heard him laugh before I hung up. I went in the direction they headed. I took a seat at a table that gave them enough space for privacy. They ordered food as I decided to play a game on my phone, while keeping a watchful eye on them.

Vivian's P.O.V

"Does she always need to be around?" I groaned. I looked behind me, and saw her playing on her phone. I scoffed. "Look, she's not even paying attention." I laughed. My father WILL be hearing about this. I thought internally.

"Yes I am." she called over, her eyes never leaving the screen. I heard my friends giggle. I huffed and glared at my friends, causing them to attempt, but fail miserably, at masking their laughs. I rolled my eyes at Sage and Ashley, my two idiot best friends.

"She's not that bad. Remember the last few bodyguards your dad hired?" Sage asked, shuddering at the memories while pushing her red hair out of her face. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Of course I remembered. They were all males, and followed me around like love sick puppies. At least Becca gave me space, the others believed personal space was a myth. They also tried to make conversations with me, but I quickly shot them down. Becca looked like she didn't want to there as much as I didn't want her there. I guess Sage was right.

"She's kind of cute too." Ashley pointed out, looking right at Becca. My eyes bugged out of my head. I looked over and saw Becca looked highly awkward under Ashley's gaze. I wouldn't dare speak it out loud, but Ashley did have a point. Becca looked fit, and had beautiful long, curly, brunette hair. She was around 5'8, and was attractive in her clothing. What the hell is wrong with me? I asked myself. I saw my friends smirking, and Becca looked at me with confusion in her eyes. I blushed lightly, but shook it off as a tall man was walking towards my table.

Quinn's P.O.V

I was highly confused. I thought Vivian was checking me out. I didn't dwell on that fact since a man strode up to her table. I was on alert. I knew for a fact that he was one of the member's of Johnson's gang. I stood up and walked toward the table. The man lifted his fist, and was about to strike her, but I was quicker and grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and pinned him to the table.

"One wrong move, and your wrist is broken." I said growled, emphasizing my word by twisting a little. He yelled out, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

"I was just ordered to scare the little bitch." he roared. I twisted until I heard a snap. He screamed, but I had to let go because security was coming this way. I met them halfway.

"FBI agent, Quinn Tucker, I was in the middle of catching a suspect, until you showed up. If he causes anyone harm, it's on you." I warned as I showed them my ID and badge. They stuttered their replies and ran off. I smiled and walked back to Vivian's table.

The three friends were looking at me stunned. I inwardly smirked at leaving the usually chatty friends speechless.

"It was a pleasure meeting you two, but I think it's about time we all left. Don't you think Vivian?" I asked. All she could do was nod, so I picked up her bags and waited for her to stand up.

"Ladies." I said smiling. Once Vivian was standing up, we headed for the car.

Vivian's P.O.V

I was stunned. I could still hear the words the guy said, and the snap of his wrist. I was sitting in the passenger seat thinking over the events that just played out, while Becca was putting my bags away in the trunk. She might not be so bad after all. I thought to myself, a small smile across my lips.