Roman the Arrogant

Chapter 11

It had already been about a week and we finally had some information pertaining to the whereabouts of the gun store Adrian had been to before his untimely death.

Roman, Emilio, and I were going to the gun store to ask some questions and get some answer detective style.

This was going to be fun, talking to the bad guys that sold those wolf's bane laced bullets and kicking butt. Now that I think about it if they have bullets that can possibly kill us...um yeah that's not so fun.

Roman peeked his head in the room and held in a laugh.

I was karate chopping the air and kicking my legs out every which way when I heard a small snicker. What made it worst is that I thought it'd be cool to tie one of Roman's ties around across my forehead and pretend I was the most badass ninja you'd ever meet.

"What the hell are you doing?" He said trying not to laugh.

"I'm practicing my crime fighting moves. You know, for when go to the gun store and kick those gun selling bad guys asses." I said as I untied the silk piece of cloth from around my head.

His face went from playful to serious over protective alpha when I said 'we'.

"You're not going." He stated firmly.

"Yes I am. I did all the detective work, without me you guys wouldn't have found 'Emmitt's Sharp Shooting Range'. I deserve to be there when you question this Emmitt person." I argued.

"I appreciate all the hard work you've done but I'm not letting you risk your life. Emilio and I are heading out now I told Damien to stay with you tell we get back. I expect you to be here when we get back. Got it?" He asked daring me to say anything that wasn't close to yes.

"Yeah, got it." I said faking my disappointment.

He kissed my cheek before leaving the room and heading out the front door with Emilio. I waited till they were out the door before I started to get dressed. No way in hell was I going just sit back while they did all the fun stuff.

I threw on a black t-shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, combat boots, and black leather jacket. Who said solving a mystery couldn't be stylish.

I quickly tied my hair up in a ponytail and ran down the stairs. As I was passing the living room I noticed Damien siting on the couch watching a soccer match. Shit, I didn't think he'd be here yet.

I slowly walked to the front door, looking back every now and then making sure he hadn't seen me yet. But on the third check he wasn't on the couch anymore.

"What the fuck?" I whispered. I tried to keep walking but I walked smack into the door.

"Shit. That wasn't the door." I looked up the see Damien staring at me with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, you see I'm just...going for a run. Gotta exercise and stay health right?" I smiled.

His hand motioned to my outfit.

"Uh did I say run? I meant the leather jacket enthusiast club." What kind of bullshit lie was that? I tried to walk around him but he blocked my way again.

"Ok so fine, there isn't a leather jacket club and I know Roman told you stay with me till he got back but can you honestly stay here while they're out there being badass werewolves?"

He nodded his head in content and smiled, motioning to the soccer match that was still on in the living room.

Okay new plan, blackmail. "So, if Roman found out that you weren't keeping an eye on me all day he'd be quite upset, wouldn't he?"