The Handsome Helper

Chapter 3

Being sat in a dimly lit bar waiting for Donny to show up gave me time to think. Of course the only thing on my mind at the moment was the point of our shady meeting: how to break my uncle.

So far our endeavours had been unsuccessful. Our first attempt was simple and naïve. I made a phone call to the station from a cheap mobile telling them my story. I only heard laughter on the other end. I got pissed that no one but Donny would believe what I was going through.

Then Donny and I sort to get proof of what my uncle was doing. We took an undercover video of him beating me and basically confessing that he was a pimp. We posted the video to the police station. We waited; we waited for 1 month for something to happen: nothing. We ruled that it must've gotten lost in the postal system. After another month we tried again but this time we put the tape on the main desk in the little London police station. Again, nothing happened. We tried 3 times more before Donny got wind that there is a mole in the police station. A mole sent directly from my uncle and his friends in case one of their 'girls' tried to tell. I don't know what Donny have planned for us next but I have a bad feeling it's going to get us caught.

"Alright?" Donny says as he sits on the stool next to me. He shrugs off his coat to reveal his fitted suit, white shirt and a rich purple tie. Donny's rich and he likes to dress well at all times, he says "suits are the 2nd biggest turn on for women, my face being the 1st", it makes me laugh every time he says it because it is true, Donny is the best looking man I know, and I know a lot of men.

"Donatello what've done?" whenever I talk to Donny or talk about him I always call him by his full name, he says it drives him nuts but a good kinda nuts. Right now Donny's sat with a big grin on his face and is avoiding my eye contact which means he's done something either wrong or brilliant. It usually isn't the latter.

"I'll explain in the booth" he jumps off his stool and brushes the creases out of his suit before grabbing both his coat and my hand. He leads me quickly through the bar to one of the booths in the corner of the room: our booth. We sit down and Donny's mischievous grin returns. I go into panic as I realise what he's found funny

"There's something on my face isn't there?" I start digging through my bag for my compact

"No, calm your tits, kitten" did I mention Donny calls me kitten? Well he does and it's the most annoying thing ever. It makes me feel small and adorable, I don't want to be adorable or cute or any other adjective like that. But apparently to Ana it's a sign of him teasing me because apparently in Ana's world Donny and I are the perfect couple, even more perfect than Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. But I can't help but sometimes wonder what'd be like to actually be with Donny. Even his name is attractive! Imagine being Mrs Donatello Da Vinci!

But I know better to fill myself with false hope so I just keep those dreams bottled.

"they're calm, now tell me!" he gives me a look that says "wait" so I sit back and fold my arms over my chest. Donny runs his hand lightly through his jelled hair and leans back too.

"Blocked my perfect view, you don't play fair kitten" he chuckles; I feel the vibrations from his chuckle through the table. A waitress brings him a whiskey with ice like usual and he sips it. I play with my hair while we sit in silence; Donny's taken a liking to staring at me.

"Come sit on this side kitten" he pats the red leather seat and smirks. I get up and sit beside him. He slides me nearer to him and hooks his arm around my shoulder, my heart starts to beat faster and I can feel my hands getting hot. I feel Donny's chin stubble near my ear and then his lips on the side of my head.

"You look captivating" he whispers. His breath is hot and it lingers near my ear. He straightens up and I compose myself

"It's good to know you can use a thesaurus Donny"

"I hate my name on your lips, its wrong, I prefer Donatello" he confesses into my hair

"Well, I prefer to be called by my name too"

"But I know kitten makes you mad and when you're mad, kitten it tur..." Donny's hand and his confession stop simultaneously as someone sits across from us in our booth

"Sorry I'm late fam" he says with a nod. He takes his black leather gloves off and then unwraps the thick woolly scarf from his neck. I open my mouth to ask who he is but his eyes meet mine and the colour silences me. His eyes are too dark to naturally be like that!

"It's ok, just in time I'd say" Donny says while waving over the whiskey waitress. Mystery guy's eyes never leave mine even when Donny talked to him

"So who's this little bird?" he looks away from me to Donny as if to say "don't talk"

"oh, this is Duch, Duch this is Raphael" he looks at me again and then brings his hand up from under the table and offers it to me like we're about to settle business

"Raphael, pleasure to meet you" he says smirking

"Duchess" I shake his cold hand and then take mine back under the table where it becomes Donny's hostage. I smile at his cute gesture, he's being protective.

"Your hair's a mess by the way" Raphael states as he takes the whiskey from the waitress' steel tray.

"What?" my hands automatically smooth it down quickly

"Yeah, if you wanna go fix it you're excused" he mutters as he takes a sip of his whiskey

"Did you just tell me I'm excused? Who the fu..." I send him dirty looks across the table and he just smirks them away

"Claws away" Donny intervenes and takes my hand again and gives it a squeeze

"Does she have to be here? It isn't very proper for a policeman to be in a meeting with a prostitute" what a d*ck

"Look around, we're in a bar sunshine, nothing's proper, retard" I hiss

"You're a lady aren't you" he says sarcastically. This guy's beyond pissed me off. Wait... he's a policeman. My stomach ties itself in a knot and I can feel the sweat waiting on my forehead

"Alright, have you two finished? I need to get back to the office soon" I don't answer; I'm in a state of shock, why has Donny set up a meet and greet with a copper? In no way does this make sense in my head

"Yeah" Raphael chuckles "for now" right, that's it. I let go of Donny's hand and get up to leave. Copper my ass.