The Mummy | (Rick X Reader)

Chapter Four

I turn around seeing the man cleaned up with cut hair, I look downed at my clothes. My blouse that's cropped with a little fluff surrounding the bottom, my tan jacket and pants match his. My eyes scroll up seeing his gaze confusingly looking at me. My sister walks up in front of me, lightly shoving me, I drop my suitcase as she does so.

"Oh, um..hello?" She bows a bit, being polite.

"Smashing aren't you." My brother says tapping his chest, he stares annoyingly.

"Yeah...smashing." He takes out his wallet, checking to see if it's still there. I turn my head pissed and stare his face off. My brother panics and turns back towards the man.

"I'll never steal from a partner....Rick. A ha a..." I roll my eyes and look back at the boat, making sure it isn't taking off anytime soon.

"Reminds me, sorry for the..." He aims his hand a his chin, apologizing for before to my brother.

"No worries, happens all the time." He laughs, I pinch his arm and stand closer to him, seeing pain on his face.

"It does, doesn't it. Jonathan I swear to--" My sister stops me mid-sentence.

"Mr. O'Connell, can you look into my eye and guarantee me, that this isn't sort of a flimfam. If it isn't I warning you that--" He bends down to her eye level for a quick second.

"You're warning me? Listen lady, lemme put it this way, my whole group marched in the thing without my order, and when we arrived the whole thing was filled with sand and blood." I furrow my brows, he turns and looks me in the eye. "I'll get your bags." He grabs the suitcase I dropped, with the bag over my shoulder.

I shrug at my siblings and follow him onto the boat as they curse him out under their breaths. I roll my eyes not caring that much. Once we fully get on and start going, he passes me back my bags. I take them silently, when I sling my weapons bag over my shoulder he starts speaking to me.

"What's in the bag? It was heavy." He says as he points to the one on my shoulder.

"Oh, it's um.." I look to my bag. "Weapons, for the journey." I respond, he raises his brows.

"So, you've done something like this before?" I pull the bag over my shoulder more.

"Something along those lines, thank you for your help." I say and head to the rooms, I walk with my sister, chatting with her. When we enter our room I instantly drop my suitcase on a seat.

I drop my weapons bag by the door and watch my sister come out of the bathroom in her nightgown. She picks up a book and sits across from my suitcase, reading, I turn to the mirror and watch her head look up at me.

"He is quite dashing, isn't he?" I shrug and place my brush down with my other things. "You really don't think he's a little handsome? You have to admit he cleans up quite nice."

"I'm not interesting in that way, I'm here to explore, have a journey." I turn around, grabbing my bag of weapons. "Don't let his looks get in the way." I say before leaving the room, I walk out, smelling the night air, how refreshing it could be.

I walk past the gambling tables and see one all alone, next to the side of the ship. Before fulling arriving a tall man stops me, I turn around seeing his seat empty. I look back to him, seeing him eye me down.

"Mr. Henderson" He gives me his hand, I politely take it. "You must be?"

"Y/N Carnahan, pleasure, now if you excuse me-" He steps in front of me and continues talking.

"Sorry, but you're just so beautiful, where are you from?" I clear my throat and keep my politeness.

"London, I apologize, but can I excuse myself?" His shocked expression makes me wonder what intentions he had.

"Oh sorry, my game is probably starting soon." I smile and bow a bit, I then swiftly turn away and sit at the table.

I pick apart my guns, feeling eyes on me as I do so. I take my rag and make sure the barrel of my double-barrel shot gun is cleaned and properly set up. I stop wiping as I see Mr. O' Connell, stand across from me, I continue to clean. I jump as his bag slams against the table, I look up seeing his smirk.