His Keeper - {Hemlock Grove} //R.G//.

•CHAPTER ONE•

She was sitting by herself over in a quiet booth, a glass of beer in her hand of painted black natural nails. A majestic pair of innocent doe eyes stared down into her drink, and plump, round lips pressed together in a line of concentration. 

Long, perfectly straight blonde hair spilled from her head and down to her waist, tattoos running in sleeves up both of her arms, their patterns remaining unclear from the distance he sat at.    Her ears were pierced with two loops in the lobes, her seconds done too with studs, a scaffold piercing through one, both of the forward helixes with little black loops too. 

Her nose was pierced on the left side with a tiny, shining little diamond.

He didn't know how girls could stand having that shit done to them, poking holes through body parts for fashion, and then not being uncomfortable with them afterward.

This wasn't the first time Roman Godfrey had seen this girl around town, but it was definitely the first he'd ever taken time to assess what she looked like. She was pretty. 

Pretty was an understatement.

She was ravishing. That hair. That face. Those eyes. Those lips. He wanted to take her home right now. And of course, a lesson that life had taught him well, was that Godfreys always get what they want.

The tall, dark-haired male stood from his seat across the club and made his way through the crowd towards her. He was dressed nicely, a great deal nicer than the men and women that were dancing around, sleazing around, or drinking around. He wore a suit jacket over a white shirt and jeans, his hair combed neatly.

The girl sat in peaceful solitude while she waited for the moment where she could slip out the back of the building unnoticed. She currently occupied herself in gulping back the last mouthful of her drink, resting the glass back down on the table, a crescent of moisture on the smooth granite surface.

This is pointless. A waste of my fucking time. I could always just skip out on this week's catch. I should be home looking after Racer instead, not leaving him with my best friend to watch over him for the night. He doesn't even know I'm gone.

She nearly shot herself dead for even considering giving up. No! You dumb bitch, you can't afford to give up. You need the money so you can look after him, and your boss needs the target and his body in order to give it to you.

Every second she sat here was another resentful second she spent wasting time she should be using doing what she came here to do. It was both a benefit and an irritation that she had to attract so much attention. She could practically feel the eyes of men, some with girls by their side and some without, crawling up and down her like they wanted a chance to get in.

If she weren't a person of some decency, she perhaps might have let them.

But hooking up and giving blow jobs in the bathroom stalls wasn't what she came here to do either.

She was about to get up and go, but someone had already approached her from across the room, and suddenly became pretty adamant about capturing her attention.

He had to snap his fingers a few times in order to get her to even remotely look at him.

He wondered why. How far drunk is she? She's either deaf or she hasn't heard me trying to say hi for the past three tries.

She looked up at him with a blinking stare, and Roman was captivated by her eyes.

They were violet. Purple. He was inwardly stunned. 

They can't be real, right? Contacts? They really don't look like contacts.

"What's a girl like you doing all aone in a place like this?" the smooth voice of the tall boy spoke, giving her shivers at his tone as he hovered beside her table.