Alright, here's a new chapter of April Fish.
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Chapter Two: According to You
Before he'd ever met Dana Faraday in person, he'd thought her husband had been the difficult one. After all, the man had the survivability of a cockroach. No matter how many times he'd tried to exterminate the superhero, the man had refused to die. Now, Chess had to wonder if Vincent had learned his annoying persistence and survivability from his wife.
Case in point: Despite the fact that he'd sent six Tarot assassins after her, she'd survived. Hell, she'd even sent one of them to him in a packing crate, with a note telling him to behave! (He was going to figure out how she'd managed to put a man who was nearly six times her size into a box so small.)
The criminal mastermind sighed, examining the woman who'd fallen asleep on the sofa in one of Peter's bolt holes. He hadn't exactly planned on abducting her, it had just happened. Really, was it his fault that he needed someone to talk to other than Peter? (And someone to talk to who wasn't so bloody obsessed with Orwell. That was just wrong on so many levels.)
Chess stood up, stretching. He couldn't be quite sure, but he thought he'd seen Dana tracking his movements from beneath her lashes. Now this was an interesting specimen of a woman, worthy of his, of their attentions. Who needed Orwell when Dana Faraday existed? If only he could convince Peter of that. He shuddered and paced over to the sideboard to pour himself a glass of whiskey. Peter would be duly horrified to discover this, Chess knew.
Dana shifted on the sofa, as though she were waking up. Chess watched her, a small smirk on his lips. She really was quite pretty.
The punch that landed on his nose was quite uncalled for.
"You son of a bitch!" the Faraday woman snarled, swinging at him again. Chess ducked the blow, laughing in delight as he watched her dance lightly on the balls of her feet. Really, she was far and above the level of annoyance her husband had been. Why was Peter even interested in the vigilante?
"Now, now Dana," he chided mockingly, capturing her in a tight hug. She snarled and tried to smash the back of her head into his nose. Chess dodged the blow and captured her lips in a kiss. "How lovely. You know, at this rate I may never let you go."
Dana snarled a few more curses under her breath, as well as something about needing to get home to her son. Chess smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.
"He will be looked after, my dear. Please, have a seat." Dana sat on the leather sofa with a huff, arms crossed over her chest.
Really, why had he ever been interested in the Cape? Dana was so much more alive! And difficult.
Dana Faraday was difficult, and breaking her (or even charming her skirt off) was going to be fun! Chess smiled at her, and was rewarded with a dark glare.
She was the most difficult Faraday.
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