Habitual Liar

C14- It takes one to know one

Finally, we're in Miami.

The sun is shining, it's eighty degrees out. When we step outside, Matt is clutching my hand. Lucius and Midas curiously ask me where I was bitten. I reluctantly pull down the collar of my shirt to reveal the bright-red teeth marks there.

I can hear everyone gasp. Even Matt.

"Shit." Matt whispers and purses his lips. I peer down and see a deep hole left from every single one of Matt's teeth.

I shrug.
"It isn't that bad."

Midas huffs.
"I have a bite wound from Charlemagne but it isn't like THAT."

"Well Midas, you're a pussy."
I jeer, playfully.
Matt snorts.

Midas smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Omegas get a lot of love bites from their alphas. Usually they will leave one that scars to remind the Omega of who they belong to."
Midas moves his choker and reveals a bite scar on the crook of his neck.

Lucius sighs.
"If I didn't smell your pheromones for that entire car ride, I would've thought that he attacked you."

I turn pink. Matt chuckles.

Lucius looks at my pants.
"Richie, you have a boner."
He states flatly.

I roll my eyes and quickly take my revolver and stick it in my bag.

"Better?"

"Why do you have a gun?!"

"Because unlike all of you, I know who we're fighting. It isn't safe to talk about it out here. I already see them."
I hiss.

"Who?!"

"Inside. Now."
I command, dragging Matt into the tower that we're staying in. I walk up to the elevator, punch the top floor and everyone follows me.
Once the doors close, I sigh.
"Listen up. I used to live here. This is where I grew up. I was part of Los Pítones Blancos. That's the gang we're after. If you see any men in white with a tattoo of a snake, That's a gangster. They can be found at night in the East side of La Pequeña Habana so you all need to be very, very careful. They dress normally by day but don't say anything about them in public. They're everywhere. They could even be in this apartment so we need to watch what we say. Everyone HAS to stick together, because they like to target people who are alone."
I instruct.

The elevator doors open and a well dressed man is waiting at the door to our suite.
"Hello boys. Your suite is prepared."

"Badge."
I lick my teeth and cross my arms.

The man holds open a wallet and shows us a FBI badge. I sniff it.

"Okay. He's good."
I nod.

Lucius laughs and crosses his arms.
"Okay Mr. Studmuffin, what exactly are you smelling for?"

I pull a fake badge with my name on it and everything from my bag. It's a perfect fake.
I hand it to Lucius.

"That is a fake badge made by the gang. They all smell weird because of a strange ink that they use."

The man clears his throat.
"And why did they give you that?"

"I have it because they would send agents like me to eavesdrop at crime scenes to be sure that nobody found any evidence that suggested that the gang had anything to do with it. They're EVERYWHERE. That being said, we don't want butlers, and we want bottled water. Fiji water."

The man nods and opens the door for us.
We walk inside to the massive penthouse.
Holy shit. This place is HUGE!

We run off to claim our rooms. Matt and I choose a nice room with a huge bed. I set my bag down and sniff the room for explosives and cocaine and gunpowder. It's clear.