The Verge (Gang/ Werewolf/ Mafia)

Fire Power

Apparently, my outburst caused concern with the waitress as she called out "you okay sweetheart?" and eyed Roman a good one. I eagerly shake my head yes at her and she nods. Shit. She'll be keeping her eyes on us now.

"Mary gon' put lead in the back of my head?" he asks with a crook in his brow and a smile. Knowing what I do, even if she pumped him chalk full of the harmless metal, he'd walk away with all his swagger and glory. I shake my head no and glare at him, gritting my teeth. Show. No. Emotion. Damn it!

"Explain further, before I stab you with my butter knife." I twirl the utensil for emphasis. Won't kill him. Or cut him really but it'd be annoying! Probably. He just sighs that sigh of his and closes his eyes.

"Pick you up myself. Have a car follow'n for back up. Drive you far as I can. I hop out, let you drive to the place rest of the way. Won't be far behind you. You'll be safe. Promise. Take the bag. Ask for cash first. Keep your ears open. Don't look 'round too much. One look and remember. Faces. Tattoos. Stuff to identify. Get in get out. S'all. Drive back and I'll take you home. " Not once did he open his eyes. Not once did he unclench his huge fists resting on the table top. But he did take a large swallow of coffee. That's probably the most he's talked in months. Pain didn't etch his face, fury did. His hatred for the strain to speak was obvious. And I was gonna be a dick and make him talk more. Cuz the fucker was hiding something. I just happened to already know what.

"You want me to search for death" he blinked and nodded once. Rage rose within me and I had to work at unlocking my jaw. "You got the nerve to think I'm stupid? Throwing me in a dog pit to 'look around'. Way to start our relationship, Mutt." The more I spoke the more I wanted to fling myself across the stupid table and knock him silly. Crackles of energy slipped from my fingers and my hair began to lift once more because of this arrogant alpha wolf. I know I was still flinging curses at him but I just couldn't seem to stop.

Mary poured me another glass of orange juice and put a hand on my shoulder. She jerked it away quickly as a zip of electricity nipped her hand. A confused look painted her face. "I have a short temper, ma'am. We'll keep it down from now on. I swear. Sorry I shocked you. Must be static. " I tried to smile at her. She just nodded and eased away. More customers had flowed in and she made her way from us slowly.

A placant looking wolf sat across from me. "Don't think you're stupid. Jus didn't want to piss ya off. Too late. Should'a came clean straight out. The buyers from outta state. Won't know what juice you got in your veins. Jus gon know you ain't all human cuz the way your blood smell. Wanna see if I'm selling to the losing team. Don't want that kinda fire power in wrong hands. Honest, just wan' be careful here. Not just a couple pistols exchanging hands. Sorry I didn't give to you true. " he crossed his heart in a promise.

Some of the anger left me. Not all, fuck that no, but some. After all a promise was a promise and he crossed his heart for me.

Think rationally here. I get paid. I get to, potentially, keep dangerous weapons out of the public. I get to work with this hot piece of man. And you bet your ass I'm gonna make him take me out to eat again too. So really, win. Win. Win, and win.

Cons? I could die.

Here we come winner winner steak dinner.

"I'll do it" I say with my chin held high. "I want fifteen percent and a dinner after. " Here is a little tip for all you newbie con artists and dirty dealers out there. Never ask for a certain amount in cash. You never know just how much each dealer is making. Sticking with a total percent is safer.

"But." he raises an eyebrow. Oh, there was definitely a but. The but of all grand buts.

Slowly, I lean over and grab a fistfull of his lucious hair. Lord help me, give me strength, because holy hell does he smell like one of your fallen angels. Even with him still in his seat, he has to look down at my standing frame. Getting so close to his lips I can almost taste them, a low growl rumbles from deep in his chest. "You don't scare me, mutt" I let silver bleed into the color of my eyes. "If you ever lie to me again, it will be the very last thing you do. My face will be the very last thing you'll see." As I whisper, I let my lips brush his ever so slightly.

The fucker had the nerve to dart out his tongue and lick them.

Stubborn girl. Stubborn girl from hell. Watching her swinging hips walk away from the car was painful. One hand with a bag filled with 15 dollars worth of banana pancakes and the other with an extra order of her early bird special. Worth every coin. And really, not a scratch in the money I've made today alone. Or the last hour.

A flash of her black and white pup shot from the door and almost knocked her on her ass. Made me laugh so loud her head spun around and gave me a glare straight from the seventh pit in hell. She gonna handle herself just fine tomorrow. No doubt.