Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Four: Boze

It was a calm night. 

The sky was clear and alight with twinkling stars. The sea was still, besides for the ripples and splashing the pier made as it bobbed on the water. There wasn't a trace of wind.

Boze stood on the wooden planks, waiting. Psycho and Siren were standing next to her, hands on their guns. Boze was sure that Blade wouldn't try anything, but when it came to people as deranged as he was, you could never take any chances. She would know. She was just like him.

The rest of her girls were waiting in vans. She couldn't take everyone, unfortunately; Blade had made it very clear that his yacht could only hold one hundred and fifty people tops. Whether or not he was telling the truth was debatable, but Boze wasn't about to piss him off for no beneficial reason. So she grabbed all of her most trustworthy girls, piled them into vans, and took off.

Blade was late. She could tell from the way Siren grimaced when she checked her watch. The blonde hated it when anything went off schedule, even if it was just by a few seconds. It was why Boze had made her head of the transportation department. If you gave Siren a task, she'd complete it with frightening precision.

"Finally," Siren muttered as Blade's yacht appeared on the horizon. 

"It'll take him at least twenty minutes to reach us," Psycho pointed out. She had a lit cigarette resting on her lips. Ever since Boze had established the no-smoking policy, Psycho had been using every opportunity she had outside to shove on in her mouth. She was going to kill herself if she kept it up.

Siren mumbled some curses and insults under her breath. 

It took Blade twenty-two minutes to reach them, as Siren so helpfully pointed out. Some of Blade's men jumped off the deck and tied it to the pier. A staircase descended from the pearl-white hull, and out walked Blade himself, dressed in a coal-black suit.

"Blade!" Vixen smiled bitterly. His lateness had gotten to her too at this point. "How nice of you to show up!"

Blade smirked. Out of all the remaining members left of their little criminal underground, Blade was by far her least favourite. But he was rich, so there was use for him yet.

"And how nice of you to grace us with your presence," he responded, sounding far too sugary sweet. She was well aware of the fact that he wasn't too fond of her, either.

"Isn't it?" she responded. She noticed how his knuckles turned white as he gripped the staircase's railway in anger.

"Where's the body?" he asked. Cutting right to the chase, huh? How impatient of you, Blade.

"You'll see," Boze responded. She brought her fingers to her lips and whistled. The back doors of her ten vans opened, and out streamed her girls. Blade's eyes widened when he saw how many there were.

"You told me one hundred and fifty," Vixen told him. "So that's how many I brought."

He grimaced.

The four brawlers she'd brought reached into the middle van and pulled out what Blade had been looking for. Each of them took a corner and lifted, walking down the pier with the coffin resting on their shoulders. The silver of it almost matched the stars.

"I have some men who could probably take that for-" Blade started.

"My girls are strong enough to handle it," Boze replied, cutting him off.

Blade's eyes narrowed as he stepped aside, letting her girls bring the coffin inside. Then Boze stepped forwards, walking up the stairs.

"It's time this party began, don't you think?" she asked Blade as she passed him. The rest of her girls had started walking up the pier.