[ON GOING] All Of Me 18+ Only (Book 3 of Lastor series) #Wattys2020

Chapter 6

I slung my coat around my shoulders as I walked away, my body humming in the sweet, sweet relief of releasing my control over myself after being caged for such a long time. It was almost just shy of enough to sate the frustrating boredom tormenting me.

Ah, if I could just fuck right now.

As I stepped out the doors, everyone stiffened in attention, their eyes pinned on me as if marveling at the spectacle of my living. I looked out into the other side where Malachi's comrades waited and slowly made my way to them. Artie was the only one who had his senses and yelled out an order to follow me. They snapped out of their daze and moved, coming up behind me. I heard someone from the other side declare to their men to prepare for contact as they raised their guns. I held up a hand and my men halted their advance while I continued, stopping at the front line.

"Who's second-in-command?" I called out.

A tall man wearing the same black combat fatigues as Malachi broke away from the ranks, approaching me. "I am."

He had a black mask covering the lower half of his face and a cap over his head, and I couldn't gauge his expression but when he stopped in front of me, black ringed grey eyes steeled on me with sharp focus. Just like when I met eyes with Malachi's moss green pair, I felt a burst of anxiety. Both of them had such a heavy stare, as if they were seeing every little thing on the surface and beyond it, but unlike Malachi who was clearly in awe of me, this man so vividly wished death upon me.

"Do you mind?" I asked, gesturing at the lower half of my face. "I don't like not seeing who I'm talking to."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "I do mind and I care not what you dislike."

There it was again, that accent I couldn't place. It wasn't purely American nor any European accent but at the same time it wasn't neither. It was somewhere in between. Ah, wait. Time. Their accent was from a different time period. Maybe early 20th century, basing from their conversational tendencies. Then there was the habitual formality in their manner of speaking, like they were fucking aristocrats or some shit.

I raked my eyes over him, my mind running amok. I couldn't make a conclusive analysis on their characters. There were too many nonsensical variables and unknown elements. It was proving to be a bother, dealing with them.

"May I at least know your name?" I requested courteously.

He paused briefly, considering it. "Jakob."

I nodded, closing the distance between us. "Do you want me, Jakob?" He stared, looking unsure of how to answer. "Malachi was desperate for me. Are you the same?"

"No. I'd rather kill you but we have orders to bring you alive," he said flatly.

I smirked. "So? Can you take me then?" He looked behind me, taking in the barricade of men at my back and grudgingly admitting his defeat as he lowered his head. "You're about several brain cells too short to challenge me," I said in amusement. "Though I admit, the element of surprise really did give your revelation an impact. Maybe with a more inept or easily shaken target, your objective could have been accomplished flawlessly." I tucked a lock of hair covering my eye behind my ear, looking up at him through my lashes. "But I am neither inept nor easily shaken."

He didn't react in the way most men did with my alluring attempts. He almost looked annoyed. As if I was insulting him by flirting with him. I guess I didn't look too desirable right now.

"Would you be mine?" I asked.

He blinked at me. "I... I beg your pardon?"

I folded my arms across my chest, licking my lips. "I think you and Malachi would be a nice addition to my ranks. You just need a little tending to." I tilted my head, looking behind him. "Are there others like you two within your team?" He didn't respond and I looked at him again. "Your current employer, what do they provide you with? Whatever it is, I can exceed it."