Chapter 3! I keep getting reviews! I was actually scared to death to get FF, and I have no idea why now. I'm typing this as I'm watching Jodi Arias:Dirty Little Secret. God damn dumb ads. Jodi was like a stalker. Okay, off my movie rant. Now for answering reviews cause my PM's still aren't on.
Mary-That is explained in this chapter, and I think I have it done pretty well.
XxPenguinSoldierxX-No, I meant clothes. This is sorta an old example of how me and my dad used to act. I would ask him if I I looked okay and stuff, if sunglasses were to big, ect. So I figured that him and Megan would never have time to sit and chat about what she should wear on a date or something. Yeah, my grammar is really sucky, and my spelling is strange. I can spell harder words, but not easy things. ^_^ Your not being to harsh to me! I asked for critics, and I'm getting it. I can't be mad when I'm getting what I asked for, now can I? Oh, and thanks for following my story!
Hmbird11-Yes, I'm really working on OC development, but I'm trying to make them not seem Mary Sue-ish. They really bug me, so if I'm like even a mile close to getting to that point, WARN ME. Oh! Vote in my poll please! Okay, now enough with this. Story time!
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Private's POV
We were at the hospital, and Skippah had explained who Damon was. A killer...who could kill us...we're meeting him in public so I guess he can't. He also apparently only takes out bad guys. Maybe this won't be so bad.
"You don't think he wants us to kill someone...do you Skippah?" I was scared. I didn't wanna kill anyone. Killing was wrong.
Skippah rolled his eyes and said, "No, young Private. If I know Damon, it's nothing like that. He tends to do his dirty work himself."
I shivered at the words, "dirty work". At least we won't be killing anyone.
"Chicken!" Rico said as he punched me. I looked down embarrassed. Did he have to announce that? A few nurses in the parking lot snickered!
We walked into the waiting room, and seen a bunch of people. A boy who was coughing, a girl with something taped around her arm, and a girl with a screw in her foot... Ew, that's disturbing. That must have hurt. (AN-That "girl" is me! Yeah, I walk outside barefoot in the dark a lot.)
Suddenly man around his 40's walked up to us and smiled. He looked nice. Brown hair, blue eyes, not tan really. He was wearing a black tee shirt, and just simple jeans. The only thing odd was he had lipstick on. Weird. Probably just kissing his wife.
"Ah, Skipper! I'm guessing this is the team, eh?" He said as he looked at all of us. He had a spanish accent, and that kinda made me feel better. At least I wasn't the only one who had an accent.
Then, it accord to me. He knows us, at least Skippah anyways. Is he seriously the mob boss?! Jeez, guy has a nice cover. He doesn't even look that scary!
Skippah laughed and said, "Yep that's them. Damon, meet Kowalski, the lieutenant, Rico, the weapons expert, and Private, the, uh, Private." He pointed at all of us as he said our names. "Say, Damon, I didn't know you had a girl in your life!"
Damon froze, then realized what Skippah was saying. "Oh!" He laughed and brushed the lipstick off with his shirt.
The cutest little girl I have even seen ran right up next to Damon. "DADDY!" She started jumping up and down in place. She was wearing a little green dress with her long curly brown hair down. She is so cute! I glanced at the rest of the team, and they all had a, "What the heck?" look on their faces. The little girl looked at Damons face and said, "What happened to your lipstick? I thought you looked pretty!"
All my friends laughed, except for Rico who looked grossed out. Figures...the cutest girl is talking to her father, and he's gonna be sick. Wait, the mob boss has a daughter. Oh no. She could get hurt!
Then, another girl walked up. She was around 19, had brown hair, grey eyes, and had a was about 5'1 maybe. Short for her age I think. She had a black shirt on, that said, "Love" but the "o" (AN-Not sure if there should be quotes there.) was a skull. She was wearing a black leather necklace that had a golden rose in a heart. She also was wearing ripped jeans, and boots. I noticed my leader had a weird look on his face. He must have found her pretty.
"Miranda, guys don't look pretty. They look handsome. Okay?" She was bent down at the little girls height. She must be Damon's daughter too.
The little girl nodded up and down happily. Before the little girl could answer her sister, Damon spoke up. "Megan, where's your friend? She needs to hear this."
Megan pulled her phone out, typed something, and put It back in her pocket. "Okay, she should be here any second, considering I told her to get her ass over here."
No one seemed to mind the girl cursed in front of the little kid. Damon sorta pulled a face, but it wasn't that much of a face. A blonde girl came walking up to us and said, "What the hell Megan? I was talking to a doctor. Glad we didn't get him. He was a moron."
"Okay everyone. Listen up!" Damon announced. "Skipper, the reason I bought you here today is, I have a 'mission' for you. My daughters and their friend have gotten in some trouble, and they need protection. That's where you guys come in. You said back in Denmark, if I ever needed to stay with you, I could. Just replace me with my girls. I'm sure they'll behave better then I ever would, right girls?"
Miranda nodded up and down happily, Megan gave her dad a really angry look, and their friend looked lost.
Megan's POV
Haha, my dad was nuts. I didn't know these guys! I had a plan, now lets see if it works. I walked up to "Skipper".
"Okay, listen up pal. Lets get some ground rules out there, shall we? One, don't make ANY sexual advances on me or Annabella, or I'll blow your head off. Two, don't even TOUCH my sister, or I'll blow your head off. Three, don't walk in on us when we're in the shower or getting changed to try to see us naked, cause I'll kick you out, get dressed, then blow your head off."
He just looked at me, and he was actually smiling. Dumb ass. Now time to step things up!
"Now for some more less complicated rules. On Monday, the George Zimmerman trial will be on TV. I WILL watch it. No matter whats on. Kay?"
Mr. Dumb ass smiled at me and said, "Sorry doll, you don't scare me." Time to turn the tide.
"Good, at least I won't be rooming with a chicken who doesn't add a comments section to his website." With that, I could tell I confused him.
He laughed and said, "Yet your the one who looks at me like I'm the idiot. Anyways, time to go. Damon, bring them to our place. I didn't bring an extra car." My dad nodded.
Skipper went to walk away, but my dad stopped him. "Skipper, I'm trusting you with my daughters. I would have them with me, but that would make all the mother fuckers who want me dead, want them dead. You work for the NYPD, they're safer with you. Seriously though, you try anything on my daughter that Miranda shouldn't be allowed to see, I will not hesitate to kill you. Clear?"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. My dad was a bad ass! That's one of the reasons I love him. Skippy just said, "Yes, I understand, and we're clear.", then, walked away. His team followed, looking frozen. Most likely from my dad being his bad ass self. Me, Miranda, and Annabella followed. MY LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! AWESOME!
