Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 18- Her

Let them wait, I thought.

Humming to myself I rubbed the loofah extra thoroughly until every single part of my body smelled and looked clean. I couldn't see the burns on my back, so there was no way I could tend to them or see their condition, but the way they sent a thousand painful bolts through me every second the water touched I knew I'd worsened them.

Every soap, body wash and shampoo smelled like vanilla and everything was so neatly placed you would never expect this room to be inside a biker bar turned temporary clubhouse. No doubt, this was Julia's new room- the very one she was sharing with Sniper. Making a mental note to corner him and threaten him until he made her his old lady, I stepped out on the soft mat and walked to the clothes I'd picked from Julia's bags.

Just within an hour of arriving, I was walking downstairs. Strength in my body and silent hope in my heart. That stupid, stupid hope. I just couldn't run out of it. But maybe that's what Father saw in me. I rubbed my index finger on the tattoo on my wrist. My little soldier.

Everyone sat in the same place as before I'd left. No prospects or sweet butts from the strip club or even a bartender. Everyone had been ordered away, most likely. My face twisted in a small smirk, and I made my steps heavy with swagger. It was game time.

Not wanting to be discreet, I entered the bar, boots thudding as everyone snapped their necks away from my two friends at the bar.

"Thank the lord, Madam is back", Ghost looked annoyed with everyone alienating them. He nudged a passed-out Shadow. "Hey, wake up"

"Did he drink all my wine?", I pointed at the empty bottle. That was mine. Mine. There's no way I could lay out all my cards without some booze to loosen up.

"No, he didn't", Shadow sat up on his seat looking wide awake and gave me what he thought was a charming smile. Straight teeth on display.

"You stop that before I punch your teeth out,". I gave him a glare, hands on hips. The Grandma pose they called it. "And y'all-", I waved in the general direction of the bikers looking oddly at the exchange, walking around the counter towards the whiskey. "-I'm here. Ask away"

"What's your name- Like assassin name or some shit", Blaze asked, looking genuinely curious and I gave him my cruelest of smiles. Eyes boring into his ocean-blues. 

"You mean, Jules here didn't tell you?", She stiffened in her seat and I raise an eyebrow at her shame-filled face before turning back to mixing my drink. "Why, I thought this was reveal Rose's secrets day"

"Ro-"

"It's okay, hun. I was expecting it when you fell for that one", I pointed at a stiff Sniper next to her. "Maybe that's why I never told you more than necessary. Assassin's intuition", I revealed over my shoulder. 

"More like your distrustful nature", Shadow piped up.

"Shut the fu- just shut up", I snapped.

"So, name, darling?", Blaze asked again.

"Do NOT call me that and-", I straightened the girly crop top, I think I like it a bit too much. "-You got anyone you don't trust to keep a secret in this room?"

He looked around before shaking his head "No". Roadkill, a lost in thought Diesel, Raven, Harlow, Julia- not much of a threat those women. Sniper, Don, Blaze and a shadow at the very end of the room. It moved and let loose a low animalistic growl. Psycho.

"Beretta", my voice seemed to echo in the eerily silent room. Outside, a car honked furiously, and raindrops collected on the window directly behind Blaze.