The Diamond Spy

Ch.8 STRIKE

STRIKE

No one opens the door to the gangster car for me, I'm made to open the door and stumble in myself. I manoeuver my restricted ankles as I struggle into the middle seat next to Serge who looks mildly uncomfortable about my presence yet again in their humble car.

"Sorry... wet darlin'," Ace speaks from the front passenger seat as he leans over his sniper and gives my dropped panties a nice glance, before meeting my gaze, "Walkie-talkie dropped out when I made the shot," he shrugs, sounding extremely insincere.

I just tremble, my skin uncomfortable from the acid raid. Jose is glaring at me from the drivers' seat in the rear-view mirror while Serge literally sends out a bolt of electricity to Ace, jerking him back in his seat.

"Call the radio a walkie-talkie one more damn fucking time and I'll do more than make your ass tingle," Serge snarls at Ace, who's blonde hair sticks up with the static.

He shivers on purpose in his seat, grinning at Serge, toying with him.

He mouths 'walkie-talkie' and Serge almost goes for the provocation but ends up glancing at my panties, getting momentarily distracted. My black, screwed up rain drenched underwear, for some reason, seems to relax Serge back into his seat.

"You're lucky a lady's in the car," Serge growls at Ace, shocking me with his sudden choice of class. I had assumed him to be the most violent, especially from our last interaction.

I'm not relaxed for long when Dale slides in next to me, slamming the door shut.

"Get going, darling," Dale smirks as he orders Jose to drive and in response Jose swears under his breath, shaking his head.

"Don't call me darling, fucking king shit –" Jose snaps but is cut off.

"Drive and don't talk back," Serge puts an arm around the head rest and puts Jose in a serious chokehold, "You done whining like a little bitch?" Serge whispers, letting go, only after giving Jose a warning shock as well.

"I. Love. Us," Ace has a hand to his heart, "Serge, you keep us so bonded."

"You touching your chest and speaking of love? You're like a schoolgirl in a man's body," Serge smirks.

"I love your honesty," Ace winks at Serge and it drops the temporary smirk right of Serge's face.

All the while, Dale puts an arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap, not bothering to put on a seatbelt.

"Don't pass out on me, kitten," Dale mocks me as he settles me on his lap and I just raise two eyebrows at him. I was still shocked by my situation but I'm proud of myself that I still manage to find a slither of attitude.

"Where to, boss?" Jose asks from the front.

"Gage's club, where do you think? Paige will be hosting the cards... we'll be dealing the loyalty... and you'll be breaking anyone's neck that says otherwise," Dale explains, like it's simple.

In response, Serge is happily quiet, Ace nods while licking his lips in excitement and Jose continues to drive.

"Is your pet tagging along?" Serge asks, speaking out unexpectedly, he glances up to meet my eyes, as if wanting to get to know me.

"She's coming with us, yes," Dale holds me back into the door, with his arm around my waist, his hand on my hip and his other arm toying with my panties at my ankles. All the while, I'm trying to keep my heels away from Serge but also keep my thighs together so he can't get too much of a good view.

"You like to gamble?" Ace asks me from the front, still watching on.

"Apparently, you do, with my life," I snap, getting increasingly irate from the acid rain making my skin go red.