Trevor retracted his hands from my face, his eyes were wide, mouth agape in shock and confusion. Before I could ask what was wrong, a group of voices could be heard from outside. We stood up quickly, separating from one another, wiping our faces trying to look natural as the group walked in. Dave, and Steve walked in first. Steve looked like he was going to keel over, clutching his stomach, with patches of dry blood on his face and clothes. Dave had a black eye, broken lip and a huge mark on his face. Behind followed the uninjured Michael and Franklin, who both looked at Trevor's puffy eyed face as they walked in. Dave and Steve sat down, both groaning as they did so. I stood closest to the sink, in their line of sight but hoping they were in too much to pain to actually care I was there. I noticed Michael and Trevor standing closely together, whispering to one another as Franklin stood next to me. Dave groaning asked,
"What are your terms?" Terms? I looked between Michael and Franklin who looked at each other and Trevor.
"Well for one you can get the fuck off our backs." Franklin stated harshly.
"Sorry but we got things to do ladies. We need you guys to do all the dirty work so that way we don't have terrorism running rampant in the country." Steve stated, some words were high pitched as if stings of pain ran through his body as he spoke.
"Yeah, but I feel like you're just using us. And you owe us for using Lily." Trevor angrily said.
"Well we aren't the ones wanted for kidnapping. Also we did as you asked, and let you keep her without any problems and here you are giving us problems." Dave argued.
"That was before you wanted to negotiate over her. You didn't want to give her back, you wanted her to be a bargaining piece to control us more. I thought you knew her credentials. How did you get overtaken so easily by one person?" Michael spoke up, looking at me with concern in his eyes. I had guessed that they were negotiating over terms of what would happen to me and who I was going to be given back to, it was just odd to hear it being said out loud.
"We need you guys to do more things for us so that we can stop toxic gas attacks, terrorism against the country and fight against corrupt sections of the government. We need you guys to do it because all of you have somewhat unsavory pasts that we can wipe clean if you just do as we say." Dave shot back.
"By having us kidnap and torture people? Destroy entire buildings and the such?" Trevor questioned.
"Oh shut the fuck up. You were the one doing the torturing and if I'm correct you do that on a daily basis. You kidnapped a woman and kept her here for almost a full fucking year. And don't you blow up buildings on the daily? How the fuck is this any different from what you do normally?" Steve yelled. At this point, Dave and Steve had stood up and looked ready to exchange blows with the other three.
"Well I don't have some fucking corrupt section of the government telling me what to do on the daily. I'm my own boss, so how about you shut the fuck up about everything." Trevor hissed.
"Sorry gentlemen," Steve said. Dave grabbed my arm, gun up and holding me in place. "But we are the ones in control of this negotiation."
"Let me go or I'll break your nose." I said coldly. Dave scoffed,
"Yeah I don't think so." I slammed my head back into his face, grabbed his arm and wrist with the gun, lifting him up, rolling him on my hip and throwing him onto his back. I took the gun and aimed in at Steve as Dave groaned in pain. I placed my foot on Dave's throat, at first gently, then increasing pressure. His face was covered in blood. Steve with his hands up looked shocked and said,
"Fine, fine, fine! What are you terms?"
Damn, I have to do everything around here.
We all watched on the porch as Steve and Dave drove off, leaving in more pain than when they came in. The negotiations took forever. For one they couldn't do anything about me, in fact we argued for me to be employed by them so that I could at least do something. They agreed but unfortunately I work directly under them. Also due to my background, I, with Lester, was supposed to help the others with anything else they needed. Steve was continuously mentioned how nice it would be to have a "beautiful" secretary in his office for once. I had a look of disgust on my face, as Trevor glared at him, grabbing him back a collar.
"How about you start treating her like a fucking human being and not some god damn sex object?" Steve just simply blew him off.
"Oh come on, how have never of you made a move on her? She's a gorgeous, sex-" Steve was cut off by Trevor slamming his fist into Steve's face, letting him go and Steve falling onto the floor. He clutched his face and glared up at Trevor.
"I'll fuckin' deck you again if you even make eyes at her. Do you fucking understand me?" Trevor spit at him.
"Alright, alright. Calm the fuck down. After we do this thing, you're are supposed to let us go. We aren't going to deal with any more of your shit. Also you are to treat her with respect or I'll come down there myself." Michael stood strong as he looked down, glaring at Steve.
"And you have to let Brad go! He's stuck in a fuckin' cell, while we're out here dealing with this shit alone." Brad? Who the fuck is Brad?
"And get Devin Weston off my fuckin' back. Until he pays, I ain't doing jack-shit." Franklin joined in. Dave and Steve looked at each other. Trying to stay profession, they both slowly stood up, bones popping every so often. Dave spoke,
"We'll see what we can do. As for the job, we have the perfect thing, coming in as a secretary is actually the perfect cover that we can give her. It'll work out in the end, but we'll need her on some of the other things we need you to do." As they attempted to walk out the first time, Trevor grabbed Steve, pulling their faces closer, Steve trying to look calm.
"If you even suggest anything to her, touch her, lay a single finger on her or anyone touches her, I will break every fucking bone in your body. Do you understand me?" Steve pushed him away, straightened his clothes and said,
"Sometimes you have to do things to get done in a job. You back out on us, and I won't hesitate for her to get fucked in every hole she has by everyone I fucking know; and I'll make you watch." The way that he said it, and made a quick glance towards me, sent shivers down my spine. He was quite serious when he said it, I would just hope that it wouldn't come to that. I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Michael's voice,
"Don't worry kid. We aren't going to let anything happen to you. Those motherfuckers lay a hand on you, and we'll raise hell." I felt some comfort in Michael saying that. I only responded by laying my hand on top of his, squeezing it gently.
"Fuck that guy. We should just fuckin' get rid of those motherfuckers." Franklin said standing close beside me.
"I wish we could, but…" I could feel Michael's hand on me as he spoke, "I don't want to risk anyone getting hurt because of these guys."
"It's just one more thing right?" I whispered. This whole situation was fucked and it was making me nervous. Trevor could change his mind at any moment, in fact it already seemed like he did early. He could just think that I wasn't worth the trouble and that the freedom that he would lose was more important than me getting assaulted. I didn't want to look at his face, to see if I could see him slowly changing his mind on what we both said.
"Alright, let's get you something to eat, you haven't eaten anything in the last couple days right?" Michael suggested. I turned towards him and asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
Hopefully I can eat in peace.
"Why are we back here?"
"Because Lily likes milkshakes, they make her feel better." Trevor groaned in agony as we sat in the diner's booth. I excitedly waited for our milkshakes and food to appear. When we had first arrived, Michael scolded me for only wanted to drink a milkshake, having to seriously convince me to eat real food. Franklin had decided that he needed to check on things back home, so he left early. Trevor sat across from me, as Michael had intercepted him and took a seat next to me. It had made me laugh at the frustration on Trevor's face when he realized that Michael wasn't going to move. Trevor continued to grumble as he looked out the window. I turned towards Michael.
"Hey Michael, can you let me out? I need to use the restroom." Michael quickly moved out of the booth.
"Of course, take your time." I moved past them and towards the restrooms. As I was washing my hands, I looked at myself at the shattered mirror on the wall. My hair was longer than ever, I looked tired as hell, and had a few scrapes on my face from when Trevor tackled me. I took a deep breath, exiting the bathroom and heard Trevor and Michael's voice.
"I'm just saying, that we need to find her a safe place to lie low." Trevor seemed to have an argumentative tone. Michael's soon followed, but attempting to sound optimistic
"We could leave her with Lester, he's pretty safe."
"And a fucking pervert. No."
"Well, we can't leave her with anyone else. No one else is safe enough and they've known where your trailer was the whole time anyways."
"What about Ron?" My eye twitched. Don't you even think about leaving me with that bastard.
"So that they could fight and we rescue him from the bathroom again? No." Michael understands me.
"Well then what do you suggest we do? Because there is no way in fuck am I letting that motherfucker even near her." I could hear Trevor grit his teeth.
"Did you not see what she did to them? She can handle herself and no matter what, we're going to have her back. I'll have Lester watch her 24/7 to ensure her safety. What the fuck is your problem anyway? I knew you were possessive about her, but you seem a bit off today." I could hear Trevor take a deep breath.
"She… she said she was okay with being in a relationship… with me. I'm… I'm just so scared of fucking things up. I only have the one chance, what if I blow it?" Michael sighed.
"Well… just think before you act. You have a habit of not doing that."
"You don't think I have been!? I had no idea what to say. I told her to live in the moment and now I'm so worried, I can't. I just… I just want to hold her hand. When ever I see her, I don't feel the same thing that I do with other women. With other women, I know what I want and what they want. With her, I have no fucking clue. She… she's so difficult to read, but when I looked at her… I keep thinking to myself how nice it is to just have her in the vicinity, to hold her hand, or to just talk to her. My heart feels like it'll stop everything she laughs or smiles. I… I don't know what to do or how to act. I'm terrified that I'll say one thing and shatter it all." My heart was thudding in my chest so loudly that it was almost deafening, making his words seem quieter than what they actually were.
"Ohhh man. You fell hard. Like a rock. You are fucked! Holy crap, I mean I fell hard for my wife, but damn you fell harder than brick for Lily. Didn't think you'd ever find the one, but damn, you may have." Michael's sarcasm made me laugh.
"Shut the fuck up. You don't know how I feel." Trevor pouted. I came from around the quickly, smiling as Michael let me sit back in my original seat. The waitress came by, setting down three milkshakes and meals before briskly walking away. Grabbing the milkshake, I began to suck it down quickly.
"Hey! You haven't even started eating yet!" Michael protested, pushing a plate of food I front of me. I didn't actually remember what Michael had ordered from me, but looking down, I quickly let go of my milkshake.
S.