Snow and her Seven

Chapter 8- Free Falling

"Where the fuck have you been?" Brutus ground out, eyes darting from his brother to the angelic looking demoness in the corner. 

Her eyes remained out the door, where a spiked leash in her hand was pulling. Mavon scratched his head, a completely unapologetic look on his face. 

"Snow was showing me her dog" 

"At eight at night?"

 Now Brutus was really angry. Snow's eyes flicked up, catching him in her callous stare as she whistled lowly. Immediately, a hulking mass of muscle and snout padded into the room, standing near Snow's feet and glaring at Brutus himself. 

It was a huge fucking Rottweiler. 

"My daddy bought him for me. His name is Baric" She murmured, crouching a little to smooth her fingers over his fur. The dog relaxed at her gentle touch, backing into her shins. 

"Why the fuck should I care about your dog?" Brutus rumbled, teeth gritting. She was late for a fucking dog?

Mavon winced, knowing that was so the wrong thing to say. Snow's gaze snapped up, face growing icy and mean. The girl could really make the room drop a few degrees just by clenching her jaw. Brutus raised a brow- obviously wanting to see anger on the tall girl's face, oblivious to how much it was really costing him.

Baric growled, sensing his owner's anger. 

"Shut your dog up or I will" Brutus snarled, pulling a AK47 out of thin air in a flash. He levelled the gun at the dog with an ease that showed years of practice, nothing more than annoyance hardening his eyes.

Mavon gulped. 

Snow's entire body stiffened, fury and something else tightening her movements. She crouched low, face going to Baric's back as she breathed him in. Then she pushed him behind her, sitting cross legged in front of the monstrous dog. 

"You shoot him, I'll ruin your fucking life" 

Brutus heard the promise in her words- felt a chill run down his spine. No woman or man had ever threatened him with such intent- but he was Brutus Balthazar Clay and was built for agression,

"You think you can do that doll? I'll break your father's back like a twig underneath my boot" 

Strike two. 

Her face suddenly went blank, washed away of any emotion. It was scary and startling to Mavon- dangerous for Brutus. 

And when she spoke, her voice was hollow. 

"You think you're tough just because you were raised on the streets and learnt to fight on them don't you big boy?" Her voice grated on his ears and she stood, languidly striding forward till she reached his desk. "You think you can handle a few punches, a bit of bad PR, some clingy bitches?" 

Her breath was hot on his face as she leaned forward. "I've stared down gunholes since I was four you cunt. Threaten my family, you threaten me." 

Brutus watched her closely, took in every breath that crossed her lips and felt an inescapable urge to smash his lips to hers and show her what a real man would feel like against her. The need tightened his gut and fueled his already prominent desire- tongue flicking out to lick his lips. 

The spell was broken when Mavon cleared his throat, Snow rearing back and going to her knees next to her dog. 

"Why am I here?" Snow murmured, smoothing out her over sized hoodie. 

Brutus flicked his eyes to Mavon, jerking his head for his brother to leave. Mavon nodded but placed a hand on Snow's shoulder, only leaving when she nodded. 

They were closer than he thought. Something he'd have to follow up later. 

Brutus breathed out, leaning back in his seat. "I don't know. I needed to see you" Rather than becoming a bordering alcoholic and going through more whiskey than his boys did in a month. 

She stayed silent, eventually standing and sitting at the seat in front of his desk. The dog followed, settling at her feet in an ever loyal guard dog decision. 

"I shouldn't have done or said what I just did." Brutus murmured, allowing the small admission to fall. 

She shrugged a shoulder. "You've been drinking and you didn't mean it. Just don't make a habit of it" Snow knew how drinking could make people say things- or do things they might not normally do. 

It was surprising that she was that forgiving. She ran a hand through her thick locks, lighting her eyes on him.

"What do you want from me?" 

Everything. The thought came unbidden into Brutus' mind, slipping past the guards he had built up. Unwilling to admit this, he settled for something he had thought over, something that would rid him of this...abnormal obsession. 

"I want your body" 

Her brows immediately raised and he could almost feel her opinion of him dropping lower than it already was. 

"Get another on-call pussy" 

"I don't want another. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious" 

Or desperate. 

"You've offended me more than once in the space of ten minutes. i'd suggest you rethink what you want" 

Brutus took a drag from his now lit cigarette. "I know what I want. And I want your body." His tone dropped. "Do you already have someone?" 

Normally, Brutus would have someone find out every single detail they could about her life. But strangely enough, he wanted to hear it from her and not an apathetic teenager too good with computers. 

"No. But I respect myself enough to not let myself be used" Her voice was strong, serious and backed with hard reason. The daughter of Gervais Black indeed. 

She flicked a hand up, sleeve falling to reveal pale skin. "And I don't think you're the type of man I want in my bed every night." 

"What sort of man am I?"

She scoffed. "A calculating, confident, commanding man who wants everything his way. You probably expect extreme order to your life- and when something disrupts those minute details, you assess their worth- use them, then throw them away." Hey brows furrowed. "I am not going to be thrown away on your or anyone's whim."

Ever again. 

She stood up, grabbed the dog leash and walked to the door. "If you respect me, I will respect you. But under no circumstances will I be used- for my body, mind or whatever it is you want." 

Her gaze swung to him one last time, hard, unflinching and so angry Brutus sat back in his seat. 

"Bring up my father or my dog again and I will kill you." 

Brutus watched her leave, teeth gritting as he thought. He had let his emotions get the best of him- something that never happened. 

And her last threat? Despite the overwhelming odds- Brutus knew it was a promise. Knew she would do it if she wanted to.

He smiled.