Hi:
Warning, there will be some jumping around in this chapter.
There's so much drama going on.
Chapter 63
The best laid plans of mice and men
Betrayal of Ryn is not a singular activity.
"You know what we have been through. What you have been through." Brother's tone is different than the one used in his conversation with Ryn.
Cami nods her head.
"Brother, why do you look at me in such a way?"
Her question raises a smile on the clear ebony skin. His nostrils flex.
"I look at you as you look at me." The man's breathing moves in and out. Even encased in the bulky zip-up sweat jacket, a muscular chest remains prominent.
Cami stiffens her stance. A sharp breeze cuts through the small park, though that is not the reason.
"Hope looks at you with the same eyes as me."
"She is Ryn's daughter. I want to vomit when she calls that half-human her," he sneers at the thought. "Daddy."
"He has helped our kind." She says. "He was almost killed in the war against Tia."
"You should be our leader." He changes the subject. "You led us against the Ga'anda." Brother's breath covers the young mermaid's face. "Not Ryn. She is here with her human to mate and have a child."
"But she is our leader. She is my aunt." Long black strands of curls dance about her anxious expression. Cami bites a lower lip.
"She will get human ships to destroy the monster." She adds.
"And what then?" He asks. "Other tribes are already crossing into our territory for food. Without her, they will continue. There is no need for them to follow her commands." He belches out a laugh. "Or fear her." He inhales. "She is no longer interested in the ocean…or us."
Cami takes a step toward an elm tree. Brother had convinced her to show him the world of land. Turning her back, she leans against the tree trunk.
"I see how you look at me." His tone is soft. "I was angered after the fight with Ga'anda, but not with you. I saw our people, those that are left." His dark strong hand brushes Cami's cheek.
"But your motions in front of them. Brother, I felt you wanted them to revolt then, and kill me."
"Kill you? Can you be so blind." A smile slowly appears on his face.
"Your name is Cami, and I am Brother."
Her delicate fingers trace the outline of his pectoral muscle.
"Cami, you are the rightful leader of our tribe and all those that swore allegiance to Ryn after Tia was defeated."
"But I can't rule the oceans Ryn has opened for us." Cami stands inches from his body.
"I swear loyalty and obedience to you." He licks a lower lip. "To you, as your mate and helper."
"Helper?" She looks up at him.
"Helper to the Queen." He continues.
"I will be guided by your commands and help you rule."
"You mean…" She halts, fearing to express the statement bubbling in her mind.
"Yes, I mean you will be our new leader, our Queen." He runs strong fingers down her bare arms. "No, not Queen but…Empress of the ocean."
"But, Ryn…"
"You must decide. You will be ready to mate soon." Brother states. "To mate with you will bring honor to me." He takes a breath. "I will be your dutiful mate. Living only to serve my Empress."
"Brother, she is family."
"Yes, I know." He speaks while nodding.
Brother moves his head to her neck.
"I saw this on the screen in the room."
"You mean, the TV?" Cami asks.
"Yes, the soft ways of the human."
As his arms circle her body, he pulls her closer. Kissing her cheek, he skims the delicate chestnut toned skin and places full lips on hers.
As dark eyes widen Cami feels a desire new and exciting.
A desire too dangerous to admit. Even to herself.
Sitting on the green colored wooden bench some distance from the embracing couple, a man with blond hair holds a laptop. Beside him the red-head talks on the I-phone.
"We have a problem." Her words are soft.
"Vanessa, tell him." Gregor whispers. "We need direction. Are we supposed to kidnap the whole bunch or maybe just kill everyone in this weird little town?"
"No, we have proof. Two figures," she raises sparse eyebrows as she continues to speak into the cell. "Well, even though they are going at it hot and heavy, their body temperature is 92 Fahrenheit." She peeks at the computer's screen.
The voice on the other end continues. He asks to speak to Gregor.
Vanessa stares at her colleague as he talks in Russian to the voice on the other end.
Her facial muscles strain as a fair complexion darkens.
It had been explained, there would be no speaking of Russian in her presence.
She can only think one thought.
What are they hiding from me?
A motel twenty miles south of Bristol Cove
Three men stand around an array of automatic weapons on the wine colored bedspread.
"I like this one. It looks like an AK."
The portly older man in tight fitting jeans and a Scotch plaid flannel shirt reaches for the semi-auto shotgun.
"It's a Lynx 12. You tube says it's a lot of fun." The red-headed teenager chuckles after taking the weapon from the older man.
"Enough!" The obvious leader's tone stiffens the casual expression on the younger member.
Almond colored skin tenses as the group's leader continues.
"We have to move fast." He raises his hand to pull on the right side of his chest stretching the black turtleneck.
"John," looking at the stout member. "You're in charge of getting us there and then getting' us the hell out of there."
"Roger that," John answers and nods his head.
"Who's Roger?" The teenage boy asks. He lets out a subtle giggle.
"Listen Eddie," in a voice full of irritation the leader stares across the bed.
"You're gonna tie her up and make damn sure she is," he takes a breath.
"First, she is bound securely and…"
His white teeth sparkle contrasted to the dark skin and receding lips.
"Second…she is unhurt and cannot hurt herself."
The leader's eyes focus on Eddie.
"And grow the hell up!" His voice fills the small room.
"You Roger that?" He asks.
"Yes, Mike." The teenager feels the need to inhale. "I Roger that."
As the three men leave the motel room, John and Mike wait till their younger colleague loads the black van.
"Mikey, why the hell is that kid in this?" John munches on an unlit cigar.
"He's her brother. Vanessa says he's ok. What can I do?"
"Mikey, what can you do?" He throws the soggy remnants of a Cuban to the pebbles making up the parking lot.
"I guess you will tell me, old friend." Mike snorts over a grin.
"Stop screwin' that flaming haired beauty and dump this kid."
"I'll keep my eye on him. Anyway, she's planned the whole thing out."
As he prepares to enter the passenger side seat, Mike adds one last bit of information.
"That's what she did in the Agency. Planning phases of missions."
"Sure." John replies after getting behind the steering wheel.
"Remember, Mikey."
He turns the ignition and states.
"The best laid plans of mice and men."
Both men takes deep breaths and stare through the windshield.
Note to reader:
I have a feeling, everything will explode at once.
But how?
Thanks Canada
