Hell's Angel (BK 1)

Mr. Dawson

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

I moaned as I rolled onto my back, in bed. A sharp pain shot from my stomach with each breath. I flicked the blankets off of me and looked down. A red line had been drawn on my white shirt, overnight. I rolled my head to the side, finding more blood on the sheet next to me. I sighed as I grabbed my stomach and rolled out of bed.

My feet hit the floor and all my muscles screamed against it. It's been a long time since I had to do what I did last night. I've spent most of my time behind my bow, away from the punches and the need for kicking. I straightened and then headed for the bathroom. I pulled off my shirt and looked at my stomach in the mirror. A few of the butterfly bandages were gone. Probably in the bed somewhere.

My face was the worst, though. I only got hit once, but that's all it takes. My left cheek was puffy; closer to my cheek bone was dark purple. The whole thing took up two inches of my face. I couldn't help but grin when I thought what those guys' faces must look like, especially since I hit them with my bow.

I tore off the rest of my clothes and took a quick shower. I fixed my wounds, took a few pain killers, and dressed. I walked into my office, grabbing my cell phone off the desk as I walked through. I flipped the phone open as I continued through the main lobby room thing, and into the kitchen. One voice mail. I put the phone to me ear.

"Hey, Dani, it's Alison Fletcher. I was hoping you could pick Chase up at three-fifteen, after school. I'll be at work all day. I figure it's the least you could do after bailing on me last night." Ouch. Though, I guess I deserved that jab. I did 'leave' her alone and didn't give her a reason why. The message ended and I deleted it. Three-fifteen, huh?

I look up at the clock. Just before nine. I've got a lot of time to kill. I do a quick scan of the fridge and decide I'll pass on food. I go back to the bathroom and unbury my small amount of makeup. I put just enough on the bruise to turn the purple into blue. No way is it all going away. I sigh and leave the bathroom.

I sit down at my desk and look over my client list. No appointments today, but I have one client I need to give some bad news to. He'd asked me to see if his wife was cheating on him. Turns out she was...with his sister. I nearly threw up on the spot. Usually, I'd have the client come here for the results of my findings. But I have a feeling this one will be better in person.

I gather up his case file and all the photos I'd taken then slide them into my bag. I see the Fletcher file on the desk and stop. Their law firm is on the way. I could stop by and update them on the case. Help me waste a few more minutes, since there's not much to say. I sigh a grab the file, shove it into the bag.

I put the strap over my shoulder and then head for the door. I locked it behind me flipping the sign over to 'closed: please call to make an appointment'. I really need someone to work the front desk. It doesn't take long to exit the building and then I'm on my way. I decide to walk, save the cab fare.

I take my time, stopping every ten minutes to make sure I don't rip anything open again. But, even at my rate I was at Nelson And Murdock before ten. I rounded the corner and saw Mr. Murdock up ahead, heading to his office's door. He got to the door, stopped and turned my way. "Don't worry, I'm not 'technically' following you," I said. "We just happen to be going to the same place." I walked up to him. "Dani Dylan."

"I remember you, Miss Dylan," he said. I couldn't help but notice the cut above his right eye. I thought about asking and then pushed it away, figuring it wasn't my place. "What brings you by?"

"I was hoping to update you guys on the Fletcher case, if you had a minute. That's literally all it'll take."

"I'm sure we can work that in." He smiled. I nodded, knowing he couldn't see it, and then turned the knob. I swung the door open and then stepped back. "You first," I said. "Since Foggy helped create this jungle, I have the feeling I could get lost." He chuckled and then walked in. My sarcasm was one of the things that made Foggy and I such good friends back in the day. I walked in behind him, closing the door.