Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 26- Her

He walked in rather oddly. Limping and breathing hard. As if the very action of lifting and landing his steps was a challenge. This was my buyer? No, can't be. This must be the driver to inform us that the lethal and powerful Cane Mc Carty had another more important appointment. 

"Welcome, welcome",  Cowboy throws his arms up in a somewhat pleasant manner. All my classmates stand next to me in a neat line. There were 103 of us 2 years ago when we all enrolled. Now, only 14 of us remain of which 9 have already been bought. 

"Jonah, pleasure", the man straightens his grey suit jacket and opens up the button before gracefully taking a grand chair clearly meant for him. "Let's talk business I don't have time for your- excuse my language- bullshit", he speaks in a dark, posh english accent, similar to that of Nonna. His men crowd around him weapons ready and unmoving. There's no doubt in my mind this is the man. If he could talk to Cowboy like that he has to be Cane Mc Carty. 

I do a little dance in my head. I could easily kill him and escape before my two years interning program contract is complete. He should've known me better before specifically requesting me. Silly, pathetic man. 

"Of course, sir. Here's the contract", Cowboy hands Cane better known as Crow, a brown file. Inside is the contract I haven't yet had the liberty of reading even though it requires I sign away two years of my life to this man. But the main rule of this place- obedience, takes away my ability to demand anything. 

"Where's the girl?", he asks, checking the paper for doubles underneath. I've seen it and even done it myself, as a paper is discreetly placed underneath the original document to be signed. When the poor person signs that paper gets the indentation after which signs could easily be faked. Bank accounts hacked and properties stolen. 

"Right here, sir. Beretta- finest of our batch of 2013. Top of her class-"

"Sign here, Beretta", Crow looks at me and the grey intensity of his eyes automatically beckons me to lower my gaze in submission and respect. There's just something in his gaze forcing you to yield. But I do not yield- never. That's what my late father taught me when I first fell on that sparring mat in our basement. 

So, I look up and straight on meet his gaze. One dark eyebrow lifts and a small smirk forms on his face. Okay, I know I shouldn't even think this but he's so fucking hot. Pretty face with stormy eyes, pouty mouth, clean shaved chiseled jaw and honey hair. Perfection. Utter perfection. 

I don't even try to find the courage to demand to read the contract and in one blank motion the blank ink says my name in pretty cursive letters. I just signed away two years of my life... no big deal, right. 

"Pleasure doing business", and without even shaking Cowboy's outstretched hand, Crow gets up and buttons up his suit before motioning me to follow as he walks towards the exit. His army of men part for him like the red sea. Some even look terrified as he merely glances at them. Strong burly and armed men scared of what? that limping man with no weapons on him. 

I follow like a good fucking dutiful dog and his men get into formation behind me. I once heard Cane Mc Carty doesn't shake hands in fear of being poisoned which came out to be true. I also heard he's a vampire and drinks blood all night plotting his next scheme. 

A damn fine vampire. Let's see if he really is all that power. After all I have 2 whole years for that. 

And in that moment I didn't realize I was now in the eyes of a god. He could do anything, buy anyone for just the right incentive. Just how he bought Cowboy and the 2  in my signed contract had an added zero next to it. That night I skipped my way to the dark warehouse, to my spacious bedroom not knowing I had become a slave for the next 20 years of my life. 

"-because right now they still haven't retaliated to their warehouse being burnt down. I vote we wait for their next attack while Circuit works on tracking down their base of operations", heads nod at his proposal and Roadkill takes his seat with a self-satisfied smirk. Blaze gently nudges me and I quickly snap out of my daydreams.

"Um-I think Roadkill is absolutely right in suggesting waiting. But Crow is always unpredictable, always two steps ahead. Retaliation could be in any form. He could cut off food and medical shipmen to town or block travel routes, hack the club cameras and microphones or... I don't know kidnap women from the club?", I say sitting straighter and whacking my brain for all possibilities.

"My point is that we should be ready for anything. Do we have precautions for all possibilities?"

"I don't think there is such thing as being ready for everything. We must have the possible resources, but we can't predict anything. Still, Don will be working on making the clubhouse attack proof", Don silently nods at his President.

"Church over"

I walk out the meeting room after everyone. Diesel lecturing me about my own safety took up almost an hour. We argued so loud I'm sure even the neighbors know what a bitch Diesel really is. In the end he said he doesn't really care what happens to me once this war passes but they need me for this so I must stay alive. I don't really care either, just that the club goes on. And the club needs him to go on. I also told him that and possibly everyone in the clubhouse.

"A cold water", I order and the prospect at the bar immediately gets to work.

"Well you look... lively"

"Go away", I drink the water in small gulps before turning to the man brave enough to approach me after my long argument.

"So..."

"Where's Shadow?", I ask Ghost. "And how did you get in with this tight security?"

"I'm the Ghost, Bee. I can't be seen nor heard just felt as I haunt the place ", he thumps his chest with a fist. I just stare at him unblinkingly, waiting.

"Fine, Blaze saw me and recognized me. So, he let me in", Ghost answers defeatedly. Speaking of-

"I'll see you later", I mumble and start towards the door. Outside I search for that one many I just can't stop thinking about. His ocean eyes and the silken hair and the hint of a beard on his strong jaw. Now, that was perfection. Back then, I was a naïve teenager and I had given this same title to the wrong man.

"There you are", he whispers from behind me. I whip around and realize how close we are standing. Our breaths fog and mingle together in the humid air. Above us he stars have come out and they wink suggestively.

"We- we um, missed the sunset", I stumble foolishly over my words. He was the only one capable of making me- a feared assassin- into a blushing schoolgirl.

"Yeah", he whispers, and I can't help but stare as he bites his lip. Deliciously. Oh god.

"It's just Diesel. He, um, he-", the rest of my words are swallowed by his mouth claiming mine in an effortless kiss. It's sweet and comforting, like embrace of a lover- like the sound of the sea. Without noticing, I run my fingers through his hair, lovely and dark as the night.

His hand rubs circles on my torso, cold hands thrust under my hoodie as my body heat warms them up. Higher and higher they advance until they stop just below my bra. 

Pretty soon, I'm gasping for breath but we both pull away much later at the insistent sound of my phone ringing annoyingly. I'm pretty sure I look murderous as Blaze chuckles lightly, rubbing his thumb to smooth over my frown lines.

"What?"

"Oh my fucking god, you have to get here now!", Shadow screams from the other side.

"Hold on, where are you? What's wrong?"

"Your apartment. Your whole fucking building is on fire!"

A/N:

Apologies for the irregular updating schedule. From now on I'll be updating 2 times a week. 

Happy Reading!