He stole my gun | fiction

Four, Meeting you

T E N C E D Y

I woke up early today anxious to prepare myself for the next day. I will be handed all the information about the suspect today and I will meet my partner. I'm a little bummed out that my dad didn't believe that I could do this by myself but I was glad that it was more dangerous and more difficult than normal.

I believed that if I succeeded in this I would officially be next in line for my fathers business. This was going to be epic.

I scrambled out of bed and walked over to my mirror. My platinum hair that was twisted into a bun looked tangled so I brushed it out with a wet brush. I watched it fall down past my elbows almost touching my butt.
I was tall so it would probably go past my butt if I was a bit smaller.
I put on a tight pair of black pants and a matching cropped tight shirt and threw a leather jacket over it while tightening my belt.
I was planning on as I like to call it "quick murder" after the meeting.

I put on my black gloves with on each glove a number 4 written on it and walked downstairs. My dad said that the meeting was at eight so I was right on time.
"Good, you're up." He said once he saw me walk down the stairs. My dad was dressed in a zipped up leather jacket and some blue jeans.

My mom was standing next to him in a red pants suit topped with a red jacket and some heels. I was also wearing heels but they were black that made me a little taller than my dad.

We walked outside and sure enough there was a limousine parked in front of our house with Julio, our driver in it.

"Hello Julio." I greeted happily. He returned a small wave.

We drove to a large house with a huge garden in front of it. We walked inside and walked through a long hall. At the end we saw 2 people waiting for us. I had no fucking idea what was going on but as long as I pretend I did it was no biggie.

"What is going on?" I whispered to my mom and she just nodded and gave me a reassuring look.

When we got closer to them I could see there faces better. There were two guys standing there one older and one younger looking.
The older one had a serious expression and was whispering something to the younger one that looked about my age maybe a little older. He was tall and had bright messy blond hair. He was currently eying me up and down and had a stern expression plastered on his face.

They were both wearing a black hoodie and black jeans and when I got closer I could honestly say that the blond boy was very well looking. He was very muscular and had a flawless skin which I was very jealous about. His eyes were poisoned green and he had full lips just like the older one. It was like he was older version of te blond kid.

"Welcome." The older one greeted us.

I looked at my dad who was giving him a serious glare and watched him slowly nod his head.
"This is my son. He is going to be helping your daughter." The man said.

"Wait. I'm helping them." The younger version asked him with a horrified look on his face like someone had just told him he was going to die tomorrow.

"Dude, some respect please." I said putting my hand on my chest pretending to feel hurt.

This guy is a jerk. Jesus.

"Don't call me dude." He scolded.

"Oh I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings? Dipshit." I asked smirking at him.

I watched him roll his eyes. "Look I rather not be working with the enemy." He explained sighing.

"What? The enemy?" I asked looking at my dad.

My dad sighed and started explaining. "These are the Tiljans, before you start cussi-" He began.

"What?! You're fucking making me work with this guy? I thought you hated these sack of shits!? I-" I started but immediately my mom put her hand in front of my mouth to keep my from saying anything else.

This motherfucker

"-Start cussing like a maniac." My dad finishes in a sigh. "We discussed this and because we both wanted the same thing that it was best to split the profit and not have to worry about the each other." He explained to me and when he finished I gave the blond kid one of my best death stares.

Yes I practice my death stares in the mirror

Yes I'm proud of it

"Look." I fake yawned. "I get why you did it. I will try to behave my best self around this." I said pointing to the blond Tiljan. "I'd like to see you try." I heard Blondie mumble.

"Hey Blondie, I can act like the sweet little adorable girl all day long without throwing one fit." I proudly smiled at@ myself.

"I can too and I can definitely act longer than a day." His comebacks were shit, he was practically screaming for me to embarrass him.

"Like a sweet little adorable girl? I'm sure." I smirked at him and watched his smile fade once he processed what I had said in that minuscule brain of his.

We were giving each other death glares when my father decided to cut in. "Look, my little girl is going to make this motherfucker fall to his feet in seconds I wouldn't ask for your help normally, but I don't want this to fail because of your men. I want this to go flawlessly in less than a month and I can only do that with an extra person who is skilled in hacking and has the muscles for it." My dad told both of them sternly.

They nodded and led us inside without saying a word. I didn't forget to high five my dad when they turned away leading us to the next room. "I agree with Driego on this-" the older Blondie- who- had -still -not -introduced -himself -to -me said. "Mrs Lopeza." My dad interrupted him. "- think that they would make good partners. Your daughter certainly has the looks for it and my son has the muscles and skills for it." He said and my father nodded in agreement.

"I have the looks but also the drive, the intelligence, the fighting skills, the confidence, defending skills and the dance skills." I added causing them to all pop up their eyebrows.

"I'm not a dumb blond girl." I smirked a little and raised my head a little more so the tall men could clearly see I was not kidding.

"The dance skills?" Young Blondie asked me.

"Someone needs to sweep him off his feet." I smirked and turned away towards my father who had sat down on a chair that was placed in the room we walked in.

We all sat down and an awkward tension appeared in the room. I watched as my dad stared at them with a serious look on his face.

"So, your both not going even tell me your names? Rude." I mumbled the last bit.

They both looked at each other before responding. "I'm Q Tiljan and this is Trevor Tiljan my son and the next leader of the Tiljan gang." The older Blondie announced pointing at younger version of him. They didn't really look like gangleaders but then again I didn't either.

"Q? must've been easy learning to spell your name as a kid." I smiled but got a stare from him in return.

Rude.

When we had talked about all the information and rounded up the meeting my father and I stood up and left. There was too much tension to stay to have a cup of tea or a sandwich. Q Tiljan had given us a envelope with all the information we had to know about the suspect. His name was Anxton Ritch. A perfect name for a rich man. He was way richer than I thought he would be. Q (or was it A?) told us that he owns half of the businesses in New York and loves Masquerade balls, where I will be meeting him. This was going to be fun.