Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 21- Him

"Don't you think we're a bit early, Prez?", I asked as we walked to the church. Diesel had woken up extra early and went about ordering the prospects. The makeshift meeting room had been arranged extra carefully with a special chair right next to mine. The one and only assassin had been informed of the meeting not by text or call but personally by Don. Imagine his utter joy.

"There's still much to arrange, Blaze. And I need to know the intel before it is presented to everyone", he answered not even slowing his pace. "I also need to show Beretta we trust her so that she gives us her intel. She knows the enemy better than we do",

"So, does that mean you don't trust her?", I said then realized he might get the impression he shouldn't trust me either. "I mean not that I care. Just asking. Whatever you decide is what goes, Prez"

The mind of that man works in ways no one's can. Always thinking, always planning and calculating. No one knows how he's reading everyone around him- how he deduces a person's intention just be looking at them. Rose was the only exception thus far because Diesel couldn't read her like he does everyone and that's why he thinks she mustn't be trusted. Her being his half-sister is an entirely different thing which Diesel is nowhere near ready to discuss just a day after the bomb dropped on him.

Color me shocked when he actually gives a small but genuine smile at my slip up. "Do not try to insult me, VP. Only a brainless man could stand not aware that you have the hots for her. Beretta- Rose", he sends me a knowing grin, but it quickly fades as he seems to realize something. "My sister- you have the hots for my fucking si-"

"We're here!", I can't thank the lord enough when we enter the room to find members and prospects lining the area and the conversation is forgotten.

My eyes search for a particular red head. And a something drops in my chest when she's not there. This feeling I can't describe- something like disappointment.

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"We're actually being cornered like fucking chicken. And you're letting them-",

"Hello boys", Rose struts in hours later like she owns the place. Looking barely awake in her sweats with a simple leather jacket thrown over a plain white cropped tank and- Oh my fucking god- what looks like hot pink bra clearly visible under the white. Jesus.

I wonder if she's wearing matching panties and my gaze travels down to her sweatpants.

"What?", she takes off her sunglasses to reveal bloodshot eyes and dark circles as I hurriedly lead her to her chair right next to mine. Everyone holds their breath at the enraged expression on the President.

"D, you look like you're about to burst a vein or something", Someone far down the table chuckles, another snorts to hide the laughter and I cough to avoid the twitching of my mouth but from the corner of my eyes I see her already looking at me.

"It's okay if you wanna use the washroom, I can wait", Diesels left eye twitches repeatedly while Rose shrugs and gets comfortable, folding her legs on the chair. It's a wonder how she completely fits on the chair. Her shortness helps, that's how, I muse to myself then remind myself never to even think of it again if I want to save on face reconstruction surgeries. Yes, multiple. I don't even have insurance. 

"R- Beretta, welcome", Prez stand up to gain some control of the situation, glaring pointedly at the men still staring at Rose. Then walks over to the pin board. "We were just discussing how arms trade- our largest income- has completely been diverted to The Serpents in the East and The Coyotes in the West. Drug shipments are being intercepted while travelling to our docks. By men wearing this patch on their backs-", he lifts the sketch Iron had presented previously. Three gleaming, grinning skulls, cobra and serpent at the back. Next to me, I hear Rose take in a barely their sharp breath- she knows it. Finally, someone who can solve this mystery.