~*~ "Fuck, woman. I'm right here. I can hear you. No need to scream in my ear." He answered obviously pissed. "I'm sorry, I just..." *Nothing would happen to your friend. I assure you of that. If Vitaly got a hold of her then she not too long arrived at the trap house." "Well, good." "The level of trust you have in me is beyond words, sweetheart." He chuckled. *Well, men are men. You can't trust them, period." Vitaly laughed and for some odd reason made me suddenly get these pleasing goosebumps. Rubbing my arms back to normal, he glimpsed at me. “Are you cold?” "No." I shrugged. "Oh," he smiled wickedly, "You're just turned on, I see.'" “Excuse me?" I scowled, feeling pissed at his bluntness. "You know, I find it hard to believe that you're single." "Really? And why is that so hard to believe?" I teased. “No reason." "Well of course there's none because you say things without making any sense." I smiled. *But really, I'm curious about you. Don't you wa
~*~ With a sigh, he looked at me almost tiredly and undid my seatbelt, “Just please for God's sake listen to me when I tell you what to do inside there." “Absolutely!" I smiled and got out of the vehicle. The place was cold, dark, and smoky. Of course, it was from the heavy smokers that loitered around. I walked closely next to Sinister as he instructed and followed him to the receptionist. Now that I looked around the place a bit more, it seemed like a five-story motel. Although, it was quite eerie for my taste. A strange man with the most crooked teeth bedazzled with silver and gold grinned at me as he walked past us and I grabbed Sinister’s hand unconsciously. A few seconds passed and Salvatore shrugged away from my contact. "Don't do that here, Grey. People will think I've gone soft. The last thing I need is that reputation." He stated, his voice filled with irritation. Upon arriving at the receptionist, Sinister frowned. “Archer. Where is he?" "I believe Mr. Devereux h
~*~ It happened so quickly that I had no time to even scream. My throat ached and my heart felt like it was suddenly punctured. Fear shot throughout my body in a flash of agony. I turned around to be suddenly calmed by Sinister. "Relax, I'm not hurt." He said as he cupped my frightened face. His eyes drifted to the man who aimed and he gave a smirk. What the hell was happening? I thought he was shot. Trying to calm myself, I noticed a man lying in a pool of blood behind Sinister. "I have to admit that was a damn good shot, Devereux." “We aren't strangers, Salvatore. It's the least I could do." He chuckled. *What?" I panicked almost embarrassingly as I turned back around to see the fine stranger with his icy blue eyes towards us. “Archer Devereux," he stated with a gentle smile. It was the kind of smile I longed to see. I was tired of all the smirks and grins I was getting these days. It was nice to see something genuine for once. Or at least, I hope it was. There
~*~ "He was here." I breathed, unsure of how I should feel. My brother was here. Sinister’s eyes shot to the slightly opened balcony door and he neared it threateningly while keeping a hold on his gun. Swiftly pushing it open, he frowned. “Nothing." "Sinister, what are we going to do now?"I sighed hopelessly as I sat on the chair, Daniel was here. It feels as if we're so close yet so far." "Time's running out. I need that file." "What is it even about?" *Nothing you should be concerned about." He stated harshly. “Fine. You don't have to be so rude, dipshit. At least we got back Becca." I smiled thankfully. “I wouldn't count that as a win, Angel. If Vitaly finds out that she's not where he wants her to be then your friend over there would be shitting rainbows." "She needs to get out of here." I panicked. “The safest place right now for her won't be with you." “Thanks, I feel so safe now." I rolled my eyes, "She has family in Canada. Do you think that-" "It’l
~*~“What?” “I thought you knew him.” “For a brief minute or two.”I shifted. “I’ll tell you this, Archer doesn't do favors for just anyone. I was surprised when Sinister said that Devereaux would help you." “He must have just thought of it as helping Sinister. I assure you it can't be me that he's helping.” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps.” I frowned in deep thought. For the entire drive back to Sinister’s house, I fought myself to stop thinking about things that didn't need to be thought about at this time. “This is where we part, Miss Becky.” Leighton smiled as he unlocked the car door. Getting out, I smelled gratefully, “Thank you, Marc.” As I was about to walk away, he called me. “Becky, be careful.” I smiled at the sincerity, “It’s my mantra, Marc.” “No, you don’t understand. These people are dangerous. You seem like a nice girl, Miss Grey. For some reason, I don’t know if you are involved with them, but just be cautious. Trust no one.” “I thought you were with them?” I frowned
~*~I looked out the window towards the exit of the estate. If I were to leave now, I would have to be extra cautious and not stupid like last time. Sinister should not be able to find me yet.I grabbed the bike keys and stuffed it into my pocket. Looking around the room for the last time, I felt an ache in my chest. I didn't want to do this, but he left me no choice.It would have been an easy plan, but it would have drawn too much attention to me. As I slowly eased myself to the nearby window, I peeked through to take note of an empty room. I wasn't going to kill myself today by falling off a building, so I cautiously entered the room. It looked like a guest room.God Beck, think.The only other way in which I could get out of this place was through the back exit, but I had never exactly ventured around the house to say I completely knew it. I guess it was a chance I had to take. I frowned at the idea. What if I opened a door and Sinister was right there?Taking a deep breath, I to
~*~“Safe,” was all he stated, and parked in front of a house. He nodded to me to get out of the car as he also did and walked to the side garage.“James,” Marc called.The garage seemed a mess with all the car tools scattered. Someone seemed to be working on repairing a car here.“Novak, where you at man?” Marc called again, “We have a little company.”It wasn't that long until a man around the same age as Sinister walked out the door drinking a bottle of water. His chin-length hair framed his face perfectly well and tousled as the wind licked it. His face seemed youthful, yet his facial hair gave him a grungy yet oddly attractive maturity. He frowned, but his eyes read us for answers.“What's this about?” he knitted his eyebrows and turned his attention towards Marc.“Kid needs a car:”“We don't do charity, Marc.”“Just hear her out, James.”He looked at me again, slightly softening his expression, “What's your name?”“Becky,” I answered as I took my earrings off, “-Grey. And I'm no
~*~ “If I told you that Marc's wife is dead and buried there, would you believe me?” My heart dropped upon hearing that. “What? But he said that his wife was kidnapped, and he's trying to get her back by working for Sinister.” “He refused to believe that she's dead, Becky," “How are you so sure it's her then?” “When I met Marc he was almost dead. This is not long after I came to your country for some work. I had attended a function. That same night, I heard some noises just outside the hall at the back door. When I got there it was almost too late. The woman was in a bad state, she was stabbed multiple times. Marc was bleeding to death but hugging her and begging for someone to save his wife. I saw the old man who did it but saving them was more important. I carried them to the hospital, but doctors couldn't save his wife, only Marc made it. He lost his memory of the incident but remembered making the deal with the Salvatores to get his wife back." “Oh my god.” I stood sh