If you like this story do tell me in the reviews so I can decide whether or not to continue it or whatever, this story was originally a oneshot, rated M. I cut some things away though. If you do want any of that you can read my other Vaas X OC story. I won't be updating for a while so I made this. :) Enjoy! This is supposed to take place if Lakshmana (Pagan's daughter) never died.

Guns & Roses

I sighed in defeat as Hoyt once again stared me up and down in check of my appearance. He grabbed the straps of my tank top rearranging them till he was satisfied, then he worked on the necklaces that hung from my neck, moving up to my Mohawk soon after, then smiling with approval. I still don't know why I put up with his shit, I think if I found a way, I could kill him clean from his spot and take over the business myself.
Then again, I wouldn't get far, the only experience I had in money was spending it on putas and cheap marijuanna. Plus, I liked my life, all I had to do everyday was fuck up stupid rejects, or even better... Kill them. I would make ransom videos, which was in fact the light of my life and afterwards I can go to fuck, smoke a bit, or take a nice nap.
Hoyt straightened himself out fixing the neck of his red button up shirt before barely zipping up the black jacket on top. He took a deep breath as we stood on the dock while the sun beaded on our skin, two of his henchmen standing behind us patiently waiting for Hoyt's "friend" to show up. I would rather do something else, but today I had not many plans for excuses which sucked. I could always blame it on my sister, usually do, that bitch can't do anything anyways. I crossed my arms and licked my lips nodding my head as I still stared out into the blank horizon of the open ocean.
"Hoyt... Can you explain to me again how this guy is so important? I mean after all, a better explanation as to why I am wasting my life right now would make a difference." I heard a snort from one of the mercenaries behind me, I myself was being quite serious, but for some reason Hoyt always thought I was joking.
He tapping his left foot on the ground as he crossed his arms staring at me with a stone expression, trying to hide the irritation that he had no problem showing earlier.
"I told you, he is a prime customer." I nodded my head with a smolder of my obvious annoyance over the hold thing.
"And my job is to...?"
"Just distract his daughter while I make a business deal, that's all I ask." Hoyt emitted a deep breath before inhaling in air through his nose. He brought a hand up to grasp his right temple gently massaging the tarnished and wrinkled skin.
"What if she looks like an elephant? I can't work with an elephant Hoyt, I mean look at me!" I gestured my hands up in the air, yeah... I was one sexy motherfucker. "I am a man who is charming, independent, and-"
"That is fucking enough Vaas!" Hoyt snapped at me silencing me completely, my lips pursed with anxiousness. There was another silence that washed over us before Hoyt finally took another deep breath. He glared over at me, his hands flinging to his sides.
"Don't worry about what she looks like, you don't even have to smile, just distract her somehow, okay? Then you can go back to your miserable life." His voice stressed on the words, his accent pouring over them and making them sound irregular and different. I wove my fingers through my silk Mohawk, Hoyt's face cringed he slapped my hand violently away from my hair and smoothed it back again almost to the way it was. He pointed a finger at me with wide eyes staring me in the face and a strictness I had never seen before. "Don't fucking touch your hair again!" I gulped nodding my head in aggreement, Hoyt took a deep breath turning back to the ocean again and yanking on the neck of his jacket before folding his hands. "Appearance is everything to this man."
I rolled my eyes at the words, at times I felt like Hoyt was a bit of a micro Manager, he had me by the balls and he knew I knew it. I was pissed, I itched my nose and sniffled. It was a couple more minutes before I started to take the time to think about what I was going to busy myself with later. There are no rejects to shoot, no BadTown whores of my liking... Maybe I will go fuck with Chris. I grinned evilly to myself at the thought, that fucker was such a pinheaded pussy little drama queen.
Suddenly my attention was drawn to a black speck off in the distance just on the horizon line coming this way. Hoyt grew more attentive, I realize his hands started to shake, I had never seen him so nervous about business before. I then grew extremely nervous, if Hoyt was scared then maybe I should b- No. Don't go soft Vaas Montenegro! Don't go Fucking soft! You are becoming Chris, maybe I shouldn't fuck with him as much as I do.
The black speck grew closer and closer soon just visible to see it was a large black fishing boat. Weird that one of Hoyt's biggest buyers would come here on a fishing boat, but I guess that was how Shit happened, right? I took a deep breath as the small boat chugged it's way over to the dock. The boat turned to its side to reveal the two passenger that stood on it.
A man wearing... Odd clothing and a woman who caught my eye. The man had blond puffy hair that was clearly just a blob of hair that sashayed to the side. His attire made me question if he was into pussy, or into dicks. He wore a pink leather suit, a white undershirt, and a gold rolex watch on his right wrist, his shoes were black dress shoes. He was of oriental background and his eyes were a dark brown.
As for the woman... Now... She certainly knew how to dress and she certainly cut out to be one of the prettiest woman I had ever seen. Not even that chick Jennifer that came here with Chris could satisfy my taste, but this woman definitely looked like she could give just as much as she could take, and trust me I was into the whole shebang when it came to bedside manner.
Her hair was a charcoal black, her eyes were an unexplainable brown, and her skin was a dark milk chocolate. Her lips looked plush pink and smooth, her cheekbones were narrow, her figure was based off of fine curvy, her eyelashes extended out to give shade to the bulbous orbs of her eyes. What she wore was even more mind boggling then the fairly well endowed mounds on her chest, and thick thighs just where I wanted to be. She adorned a smooth black dress that stuck to those fine curves and high heels that clicked against the wood of the dock as she approached.
My heart pounded thick against my rib cage, my eyelids fluttered, I bit my bottom lip with anticipation checking her out uncontrollably. Hoyt slapped a hand at my arm snapping me from my euphoric state. I glared over at him, the man in pink and woman in black approaching. She fiddled with her thumbs at her midriff and kept her eyes on the dirt at the end of the dock where we stood. I couldn't stop smiling at her, even when I eventually had to force myself not to I was grinning in my head.
"How are you Min?" The two shook hands Hoyt nodding his head at the tall man, I keeping my eyes locked on the beauty that stood not an arms reach away from me.
"I am fine Volker, you?"
"Holding up." Pagan found me without hesitation staring me up and down with curiosity. Hoyt noticed the tension, I didn't realize that I was being watched until Hoyt slapped my arms again. I snapped away from the woman beaming over the man name... Min? "Pagan this is Vaas Montenegro, Vaas meet Pagan Min." Hoyt gestured to us in greeting, I nodded my head reaching my hand out to shake his. I finally caught eye contact with the woman beside him, who finally stared up at me.
"I-I am guessing this is your daughter..." I claimed lazily reaching a hand out for her I take, Pagan finding himself at a closer proximity to her he smile cautiously and nodded his head.
"My daughter Lakshmana, I named her after a goddess because she looks like one, right?"
"Oh yes... A very beautiful woman, sir." I could see the blush run over her cheeks adding to the beauty of her.
"Please call me Min." Pagan loosened up a bit turning back to Hoyt. "Now Hoyt, you said you wanted to talk to me about something?"
"Yes, I think it is best we talk about this alone you and I. We have much to discuss. Vaas watch Lakshmana." Hoyt turned to me. "Give the girl a tour of the island while I speak with Pagan." Pagan looked at me again, nodding his head in approval.
"I trust you will keep her safe?"
"I promise." I replied while still keeping contact with the gorgeous Bonita in front of me. Pagan nodded his head before leaving with Hoyt and the other two mercenaries. I stepped forward towards the girl, observing her reaction feeling amused when she slightly tensed. I sighed trying to break the tension and looking back at the fading men off in the distance.
"He doesn't look like your father... He looks like a pig..." That was when I heard her giggle, it was short, but just enough for me, innocent, beautiful, just perfect for a woman like her. I towered over her, which made me feel more dominant, and dominance was something lots of woman wanted right? I worked out to, I mean look at these sexy muscles, I casually flexed my arms so that she wouldn't notice that I did it for her. What woman wouldn'twant to be held tightly in them as she sweat diamonds and panted heavily?
"I guess it's the pink." She joked back with a smirk, her voice was thick with an accent I could not pinpoint, it was smooth and just right for her appearance. Here I was thinking she would look like an elephant, who was I kidding?
"So... Uh..." My hand scratched at the back of my head, I felt a bit embarrassed at the way she looked at me. Was it my scar? "A tour of the island, no?" I gestured suggestively to her and she nodded her head as I turned on my heel and started towards the car in the front of the docks. The other walked to the compound which wasn't far from the beach considering Hoyt had a lot of imports and exports. She walked up beside me, nearly stumbling in the tall grass on her shoes, she giggled a little when I slightly panicked bringing a firm hand to her shoulder to catch her. She just smirked and stared over her shoulder at me.
"You were born here?" She began, I nodded my head. "This place is beautiful."
"This is South Island, nothing compared to my island."
"Which island?"
"North island." Her cheeks flushed bright red and she nodded silently, bringing a hand up to the silk strands of hair that loosely hung in front of her face.
"How is North island different from South Island."
"Well..." I could see the red jeep in the distance. "It has cliffs, waterfalls, undiscovered caves, amazing wildlife, and the unforgettable view that I enjoy everyday... That's my island."
"What do you do there?"
"I kill people mostly, whatever gets more money to the boss. You can do tons of things on my island though."
"Oh..." She replied hoarsely and shrugged, she had never seen death before? She in fact was the one who was a Dictator's daughter, right?
"Does that bother you?"
"I don't like it when people have to die... But I guess if they have to then that's how it goes." I smirked, she understood completely she had seen death before perhaps being told it was for a good cause was just enough to get her going.
"How old are you?" I asked randomly, in hopes that the question wouldn't be to impolite when it was.
"I am twenty six, you?"
"Twenty seven..." She showed those pearly white teeth with no issues, she looked so Bonita. "You know Spanish?"
"No... But I know Baräm." I nodded my head even though I didn't know that language at all and had never heard of it, it was good she didn't know Spanish because I had to say some things about her out loud and if she knew what I was saying she would probably call me a freak.
"Well... si nos no estábamos en público que tendría usted por los muslos de mierda que sin sentido." She made a half smile.
"What does that mean?" Her eyebrows raised and her expression was seductive and partially innocent. I chuckled devilishly.
"It means that you are a very beautiful Chica." Lies. I just said how much I would like to fuck her right now, nothing personal, she was just very irresistible. I wonder what she would do if she knew what I just said, I was startled by the touch of her hand to mine, she hadn't shook my hand earlier, but I kind of wish she did. Her hand was extremely soft, the skin beneath my rough calloused one was enough to give me a boner. She gave me her hand though!
She held my hand tightly with hers before weaving our fingers together. What would the other boys think when they see me holding her hand? You know what? Who gives a fuck, she is fucking beautiful and I bet none of them had the chance I had with her. Sh gave me her fucking hand! She was definitely coming onto me.
"You are quite handsome yourself Mr. Montenegro." I felt myself catch a breath at my throat from the extreme closeness of her, her perfume flowing into my nostrils.
"Thank you... Mrs. Min." We were flirting and she wasn't so bad at it. I opened the passenger door for her into the car, she removed her heels leaving them on the floor of the car as she sat down. I took my place in the driver's seat, winking at her as I put the car into ignition, pressing on the pedal, the car moved forward. I then knew exactly what we would be doing for the remainder of the day... I knew... And instead of going on a tour, we went back to the compound... To my shanty and it turns out she knew exactly what I said in spanish.