*Disclaimer* I do not own Jack or Riddick. Everyone else is mine. SO don't sue me because I'm not making any money off this either. Now, read the story.
Wyn looked around, a little bit surprised. This house was not her idea of fun, but if it would help to find Riddick, she would stay here. It was almost like a prostitution ring, but they sold the women as brides, not for their bodies. Wyn shook her head. Maybe it was for their bodies, definitely not their brains. At least they get a marriage out of the lechers that buy them Wyn thought to herself and tapped her toe impatiently.
She looked over to Fay who sat in a nearby chair. She had hatred burning in her eyes and she sat almost indignantly, as if she knew she was better than the rest of this place. Wyn shook her head. Something about Fay made her nervous, and Wyn never got scared.
Then there was Jack. She was almost hiding behind a set of doors. Was she worried that Riddick might come down here and see her?
A bleach blond sat at a reception desk, chewing on bubble gum and filing her nails. A voice buzzed over the intercom and she said quietly, " Of course, K.C." She popped her gum and said, " You three, go up the stairs and enter the set of doors in front of you. The men will be waiting for you there."
Wyn looked over to Jack, then Fay whom merely glared back at her and made her way up the stairs. Wyn walked near Jack and whispered, " Have you been in here before?"
Jack shook her head.
As soon as they were at the top of the stairs, the doors opened for them, and they all hesitantly entered, except for Fay who trampled in there and stood around with her hands on her hips.
It was built like an office. There was a large rosewood desk in front, with a red wingback chair. Three chairs were set right in the middle of the rooms and long rows of books lined the wall. There were paintings on the spare space of the wall of fruit baskets and fruit bowls. There was a beautiful Persian rug under the three chairs, and the rug was on top of a dark hardwood floor. Behind the desk was a set of red curtains.
Almost immediately, the curtains opened and three men came out.
Fay spotted Riddick almost immediately. She felt the gun she had hidden on her garter and smiled. Oh how he was going to pay, she thought to herself and sent them all deceiving smiles.
Jack nervously fumbled with the hem of her dress. Riddick didn't seem to see anything that surprised him. At least that was good. He didn't know that it was Jack in a tight dress, instead of all guys' clothes. She stepped closer to the chairs and gripped the back one for support.
Wyn eyed them all cautiously and put on her, " you-know-you-want-me" smile. She strolled forward; swaying her hips, and took a long look at all of them. One was Riddick. He was easy to identify. He always wore those goggles. She couldn't know who were the other two were.
The one man, only a little bit taller than Riddick had dark black hair that was spiked. His piercing green eyes roamed over her body, and she shivered a bit. He wore black pants and a sleeveless shirt, showing off the muscles of his arms. The tight shirt showed how strapping he just was. One tattoo of a dragon was on the side of his neck and there was something written on the back of his hand. He frightened her. It had to be his eyes. Something about him made her nervous. Then, Wyn looked over to the other one.
The other one was staring at Fay intently. He had short blond hair and bright gray eyes. Almost like a silver pool of liquid. He was taller than Riddick, muscular, and had a soft mouth. His mouth was too pretty to be on his face. He had high cheekbones and a scar ran all the way down from the side of his forehead, all the way over his nose and down to his right cheek. Another scar was encompassing the front side of his neck from what she could see. It looked as if he'd either been hung, or had his throat cut ear to ear. He had his sinewy muscular arms across his chest, and one foot tapped impatiently. His black pants were loose around his hips and the loose t-shirt did nothing to conceal the fact that his body was nothing but exquisite.
" I see you three girls want employment?" Gray-eyes asked, peering at Fay intently.
Fay leaned forward and flashed him a smile. " That's why we came here, sugar."
Gray-eyes laughed quietly, and looked over to Tattoo-man. Tattoo-man picked up the folder that was on the desk and looked through it. A few minutes later, he spoke up. " I see that you're Genevieve Martreaire," he nodded towards Wyn.
" I'm anything you want me to be."
" I like your attitude." He laughed and looked towards Fay. " You're Chantal Torque… so then you must be…" he looked over to Jack, who stood nervously, fumbling with the hem of her dress, " Catty Koreic."
Jack nodded slowly, lowering her eyes away from all the men, and avoiding Riddick all together. She didn't want to see him; she wasn't ready, not yet.
" I'm Ariago, next to me is K.C., and over there is our other associate, Riddick." Ariago smiled towards them.
K.C., the blond, gray-eyed man nodded towards all of them. " Now, you three girls are very beautiful and we know lots of men who would love to have you for wives. You have exquisite looks, and your...ah… résumé's are good."
Riddick peered towards the three women. He knew them; he just didn't know whom. Not yet.
" You don't have any arrests?" Ariago questioned.
Each one shook their head, knowing if they knew what really they were, they probably wouldn't make it a foot away, alive at the very least. Wyn spoke up. " How exactly do you find a husband for us?"
K.C. grinned. " Friends of ours looking for a pretty thing to hang off their arm, that's all, usually."
" Usually?" Fay purred.
Riddick stepped forward, grinning. " Unless you're a murderer, then you don't need to know."
Wyn walked up to the desk, sat down on it and leaned towards them, shoving off ample cleavage. She kept her hand close to her knife that was hidden on the side of her hip. " What if I were to say I was."
Riddick looked down at her. Lady Wyn? FUCK… who are they? He looked quickly towards Fay, then over to Jack. Fay… and Jack… damn… we're going to have a problem. What are they going to try and pull. " Don't move." He said quietly, trying to get K.C.'s attention.
K.C. looked over to Riddick, then laughed. " Can't be hurt by this little girl. She's just a nice young thing…"
Within seconds Wyn had pulled out her knife, sprang like a tiger off the table and landed on top of a stunned K.C. and had her knife almost plunging into his neck. Her other hand was against his mouth and she dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his cheeks, holding his jaw in place.
Fay pulled up her skirt, grabbed her gun and aimed it at Ariago, whom she had a feeling might do something. Riddick knew better than to endanger his friend.
Riddick looked up and saw the gun pointed at Ariago. " I wouldn't do that, Fay."
" Fuck you. We want retribution."
" Who's we?" Riddick questioned smoothly. He looked down at K.C. who lay on the ground with a thin line of blood on his throat.
" Let's see, Rid, me, Fay, then there's Tyra over there on blondie, and Jack."
Riddick grinned. " That's not Tyra, that's the infamous Lady Wyn."
Fay growled. " Oh so you're not a high priced whore, you are a lady."
" I told you that." Wyn screamed, a little bit irritated. She tried not to dig the blade any further into his neck, but it was so tempting she almost wanted to drool. The thought of him dead made her smile.
Fay laughed, then looked towards Riddick. Her face was serious and her eyes were menacing and dark. " Now Riddick, we're going to have a little chat."
" Not without me you aren't." Jack said, stepping up, a little bit less afraid to talk.
Fay smirked. "As if you mean anything to him, kid. Hell, he probably wanted to sell you off to some of his friends, but he couldn't get up the nerve to take you in here, now could ya' Riddick?"
" Don't make him angry," Ariago laughed coldly.
She shrugged. " What do I have to lose?" She watched Ariago for a few moments, ignoring Jack.
" Your life." Jack said quietly against her ear, and held the shiv that she had stolen from Riddick earlier against Fay's neck. " You should've realized I've learned a lot from Riddick. I can kill someone 40 ways before they even hit the floor."
A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed. *hugs* Oh, and uhm, I'm stopping all my stories for the time being. I'm really really sick and I can't do anything, let alone think. I had written this a few days before, so this will be all for everything story I have untill I'm not deathly sick. Thanks for reading and please go review. -Saph.