Lavender [Completed] #Wattys2018 (Under Editing)

2: Le Passé

~ Three years ago ~

My heart was pounding hard, the gun steady in my hand, the cold sweat dripped slowly from my forehead.

We finally found the Femme Fatale lair. The investigation of this Femme Fatale lasted quite a while, not to mention the headache it caused me. Jenny would probably be angry at me for not telling her I decided not to listen to the chief and raid them tonight, but I couldn't risk her.

I know, this is quite selfish and condescending on my part. But when I look at Jenny she reminds me of my brother when he was little, and my first instinct is to protect her, except to annoy her, especially now, when she was going to marry Steve.

A metallic sound echoed in the background and made me pick up my gun. Don't get me wrong, being near seductive women is a huge turn on for me, but I'd rather stay alive after that.

I heard a female muttering, and I tried to hide behind the pillar while two women in black walked past me. My heart was beating even harder as one of the women turned her head in my direction and looked suspiciously.

"What's wrong, Ella?" I heard the other woman ask.

The woman named Ella shook her head slowly, the suspicious look in her eyes never fading away, "Nothing, Cali." I kept listening with suspense to their echoing footsteps as they slowly walked away from me, mumbling to themselves words I couldn't hear anymore.

After I heard the metallic noise of a closing door, I allowed myself to let out the trapped sigh of relief and allowed my hands to let go of the tension I never noticed was dominated in my entire body.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a treading gun echoing in the room, and something cold and metallic was clinging to my forehead.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A threatening female voice was heard from behind me, making me shudder with fear.

Shit.

~ Today ~

I pushed my brother against the wall, holding his shirt collar tight and I held his face close to my face, "Now, explain to me, or I swear to you, I'll make you regret the day you were born." I said it with a clenched teeth.

"Don't be so tough," he grinned and when he realized how serious and angry I was, his smile disappeared from his face instantly, "I understand you blame me for Jenny's condition. But you have to understand that I don't control Lavender."

"But you work with her, you probably know where she is!" I blamed furiously.

He sighed, "Because you're emotionally involved, you can't see things the way they truly are. You see them only in black and white." His voice wasn't harsh, but surprisingly gentle and understanding.