The Uniques

Chapter Eight

            *Alec*

            One of my guys flew into my room.

            “What?” I asked, almost uninterestedly. I was watching the footage of my building being blasted to bits. Eh, the mines actually worked. The men layed it out pretty good, but it cost a bomb. Ah well, who cares, got rid of that sneaky asshole.

            Didn’t know why Quinn was so worked up about it though. It was extremely relieving that there was no trace of our secret now. She’ll get used to people dying everywhere soon enough. In this business, it’s pretty inevitable.

            “Bad news. It’s your girl,” he said, panting heavily. My head spun to look at him. “What did she do this time? Is she gone?” I asked anxiously. The last thing I needed was for her to be running off to tell the god damned police.

            “No, Sir, no. She ordered a steak and when we served it up, she slit her wrists with the knife. I only discovered her because I was wondering why she took so long to eat her steak!” he panted. I got to my feet and pushed him out of the way.

            I sprinted to her room, to find the doctor already with her. “Is she alive?” I asked, lunging at him. “Yes, Sir, please calm down. We barely found her in time. She is alive, but in critical condition. She needs a blood donor. Please, Sir, what is her blood type?” he asked me. “God knows what her f*cking blood type is!” I cried out.

            “Sir, please, I need to know. I need to give her blood quickly!” the doctor said. “Her blood type is B+, doctor,” a man said behind me. I turned my head around. It was one of my men. He shrugged casually. “She was complaining about the mosquitoes,” he mumbled, averting my gaze. I’ll get to that later.

            “WHO IS A B+ HERE?!” I screamed. One of my guards slowly raised his hand. Good. I had the doctor quickly do the blood transfusion or whatever they called it. I calmed down slowly. “Get Russell here,” I ordered. I needed him to do scope out something for me. I sent him after that guy today, and I wanted to know what happened.

            “Russell’s gone, sir, we can’t contact him at all. Our men are currently heading to his house,” Fred or Freddy or Frank told me. I growled. He was a traitor. I was going to get him, he should know that. He wouldn’t have gotten so far in that short amount of time.

            A few hours later, they reported back, saying that his house was empty and there was no record of him ever leaving the country. Shit. He disappeared off the face of this Earth eh? I’ll get to him one day. I was Alec Fly.

            Quinn stirred in her sleep and I shooed my men out, walking slowly to her. “You okay?” I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She said nothing, her eyes flitting close. Great, now she was ignoring me. “I know you’re mad at me. You know what I do, this was inevitable. Please, I’m being much nicer than I already am. Someday you’ll grow accustomed to this kind of thing. Please,” I said, kissing her cheek gently.

            She moved away, clearly pissed. I growled. “I apologized!” I said, kicking the chair. “You should have let me die,” she spat. I grabbed her roughly and kissed her, enjoying it. She shoved me off. “God, get the hell of me you f*cking asshole!” she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “What did you call me?” I asked, drawing my pistol.

            She stepped across the line. “I called you a F*CKING ASSHOLE, you prick!” she yelled, kicking the chair towards me. I trembled with rage. The gun shot rang out and I tucked my pistol back into the holster. “Next time,” I said quietly as I left the room, “think about what you say before you say it.”