"So Blondie you got any ideas? Or had you not thought that far a head?" Cook grinned obviously taking up the rare opportunity of mocking the now frustrated leader. Naomi choose not to reply, she didn't want to give the dozy bastard anymore material to go on and turned to watch the thining Las Vegas scenery as they travelled further and further out of the city.
Now in the stillness of the rickety convertible did Naomi finally have time to anyalse the situation, a time to patch up the faults and expand on the positive. Naomi had done this many times previous when in the unlikely event occured that the three had to act on impulse and worry less of the consequenses and more on the prospect of being freedom, living humans. It wasn't a situation that Naomi like to be in, if there was anything she hated it wasn't being in control, she crafted these routines for a reason and each time it hit a snag she'd go back to the drawning board and re vamp, even start all over again if that was what it took.
But this time things were different, alot different and it was all down to one thing, one miniscule difference which completely fucked up the system. The odd thing was this thing was far from threatening, it wasn't like some big ass explosion, or a blood bath aftermath of a gun war. No, this thing was so the opposite of that that it could pretty much resemble a delicate summer a breeze, a summer breeze that could effortesly knock over the first domino and without intention could start a train of events that could well and truly obliterate the routine.
Naomi turned to find a some what peaceful Emily Fitch in cramped rear of the car. Her lids lightly shut and her light, rhymic breathing clearly indicateing that the young woman was taking advantage of the silence and indulging in a much needed sleep, a sleep that Naomi knew she wouldn't be able to experience tonight, after shock is a bitch and Naomi knew that all too well.
It wasn't till now that Naomi had a chance to look at her, really look at her. It was kind of hard to take anything in when there are bullets flying everywhere and the top prority was trying to look after everyone else while not getting yourself killed in the process, that and those eyes had been pretty hypnotic but Naomi prefered to keep that factor to herself.
Emily wasn't at all what she expected a daughter of Robert Fitch to be. She was waiting for a loud mouth, arrogant, orange tinted tart, who's only goal was to bleed daddy's bank account dry, although she was the heir to Robert Fitch's fourtune and no way was Robert stupid enough to give the business he'd spent almost his entire life raising to a woman who had the IQ of a sheep. But still what she read about Emily's 'delightful' sounding siblings in the paper didn't exactly give her much hope. Her brother had been caught more times 'seeing to himself' in women's changing rooms as Cook had been found shagging in them. And her sister was seen clinging to a different brain dead muscle man each week, and if it wasn't about who she was giving it to then there was more than enough info on the various escapades she got up to nearly every single night out on the town, falling from one club to the next. She hadn't seen much news about the woman in front of her apart from the odd mention of how she has been raising the bar for Fitch Games ever since she joined them, no pictures, no legthy story of misdemeaours, it was pretty easy to see how people didn't realise she exsisted. Its just the way the human mind works, they'd rather see someone make a fool of themselves than witness their acomplishments.
She had to admit though, you could tell she came from Fitch family, a good looking bunch they all were and Emily was no exception, although from what she saw of Katie she could possibly have to reconsider, but nobody looks good flat on their ass with their underwear on show Naomi figured. Still, Emily definatly had inherited the Fitch's dazzleing physical attributes. Flawless skin with the slightest hint of a natural summer tan and ruby lips that were slightly a jar as her chest move in harmony with her breathing, although not blessed with height Naomi had to admit she a nice set of legs that were even more highlighted by her smart pencil skirt.
It wasn't odd for Naomi to notice such things as she knew as far back as she could remember that the female form had attracted her attention far more than any muscle bulging male, who's only goal was to see how many women he could bed in his life time. It wasn't that she hated men, far from that considering her best friend was the most hetrosexual man she had ever come across, it was just she wasn't interested in them in 'that' way, but they could be pretty darn stupid from time to time.
Still Naomi knew she shouldn't be thinking such things not because she was for sure certain that Emily didn't swing that, but because she was a client, a job and nothing more. From Naomi's experience attachment just fucks eveything up and wasn't worth the hassel so she was just going to stop while she still could although she had the feeling that was easier said than done.
"Like what you see Naomi?" Naomi quickly shook her head and looked up to see Effy giving one of those fuck annoying 'I know it all' look. She had to admit it was pretty embarrassing being caught perving on a client and she could feel the unusual blush, that was a the complete opposite to her cool, calm and composed ice queen look, rise to her cheeks. Luckily Cook hadn't heard or he wouldn't have let her forget it.
"So Naomio you gonna let us in on that plan you've got stirring in that nogging of yours," Naomi sent Effy a menacing look which she challenged with a raise of an eyebrow before turning back to the window.
"Sorry,... what was that Cook?" Naomi turned finally putting her head back into the game. Get you're fucking A game on woman, you havn't got time to slack she internally scolded herself.
"The plan," He said as if it was as obvious as her eyes being blue.
"Right yeah, well... I figure we better settle down some where and decide there,' Cook furrowed his brow as he shot Effy a confused look but Effy simply held her smirk as she thought about the reason behind Naomi's 'sudden' change in attitude.
"Erm...alright. Where we gonna settle then?' Cook asked. He thought it was a bit odd that Naomi didn't have some back up, normally she'd have some sort of plan laid out which included dates, times and destinations before they'd even left town.
"There must be some motel on the edge of town. Just keep up our disguises, we won't be staying long, it'll be fine," Naomi hoped that sounded more convincing to them than it did herself.
An hour an a half later the four were all sat about the barely functional motel but they all had to admit it was better than having to spend the night in there garbage can size car. Cook and Effy pulled off the couple looking for one rough night perfectly, leaving the guy at recepetion with an immagination of a fifteen year old boy. While doing that Naomi used her expert eye to scan for any security, as she expect there was zero.
"Right I'm starveing, pizza?" The others all had too preoccupied minds to think about their bodies needs and to be trueful so was Cook but he was desperate for an excuse to escape the serious tone that hung in the air, he liked when they'd go back to their accommadation with a load of beers and party the night away joking about nearly everything and thinking about nothing.
"Well, I'm going out anyway I'll bring yous lot back summat," He quickly made his exit and exhaled loudly once he was outside. He lit a fag and fixed his wig before he swaggered off in search of some peace.
Effy rolled her head back onto the creaky, battered chair she lounged in. She enjoyed silence but the atmosphere she soaked in now was far from it, although nobody was physically talking there was still an air of unease, an air filled with unvoiced opinion. She knew Naomi was refuseing to speak to her unless necessary and all still because of her teaseing regarding one Miss Fitch. It was childish and just made her assumptions, that she had an attraction toward the newly appointed owner of Fitch's Game, all the more concrete. But Effy knew better than to argue with a pissed off Naomi Campbell. Effy may possess the sharp mind but Naomi has serious power both mentally and physically and could use her skills to make it so Efy could never eat solids again.
"I'm just heading out for a smoke. You'll be alright on your own? Right Naomi?" Effy smirked as she watched as Naomi pull her eyes away from whatever it was she was writing at the tiny desk in the far corner of the room. If looks could kill Effy would've been ten feet under by now but she had to admit found it pretty funny as seeing Naomi be so far from her cool as a cucumber presence did bring a certain sense of accomplishment to the mysterious woman.
Naomi threw the pen she was holding onto the desk with defeat once Effy had left the room. This day was just getting worse and worse. She let out a deep sigh as she held her head in her hands.
"Thank you,' Naomi's head snapped up when she heard the husky tone, the kind of voice you hear when you've just woken up. On some people it sounds so damn attractive on others, like herself, it just made you sound like some old hag that smoked fourty a day. Obviously Emily pulled it off with ease as Naomi found herself constantly repeating the rich tone over and over in her head.
"What?" Naomi asked trying ever so hard not to gasp but ultimately failing.
"Thank you for before, who knows what would've happened without you,"
"No need to thank me, its all in the job description," Naomi replied
"Still, thank you," she shot Naomi a forced smile before turning back to the window, the clear night sky that filtered through the window highlighting her face making her look almost unreal.
Naomi watch her for a few seconds before turning back to the plan she was trying to map out. Don't slack off, get your head back where it belongs she told herself.
"I can't believe you didn't come you idiot, you missed Levan puking on a band member and being thrown out, funniest thing I've ever seen. Oh well, guess I'll see you tomorrow you miserable bastard," Freddie rolled his eyes as he listened to Lara's obvious drunken tone bellow out of his answering machine. He looked over at his bed side table, the little numbers of his alarm clock being the only light in his depressing.
'"Fucking hell,' He groaned as he read 3:30 am. Just another sleepless night with Fredrick Mclair, oh joy he thought sarcastically. He got up and perched himself on the side of the bed, his head held firmly in his hands as he breathed deep. He rubbed one hand over his tired face, his rough stubble making his hand itch. As he pulled his hand away he caught a glimpse of the simple sliver band around his ring finger.
"What happened, huh?" He mumbled as he lovingly stroked the cool metal. He sighed as he put his hand down the collar of his shirt extracting a thin sliver chain a simple sliver ring at the end the small dimond glinted in the alarm clock light.
'DUN DUN DUN DUN' Freddie rolled his eyes at the sudden kick start of his 'fabulous' neighbours that never slept and spent the small hours of the morning blasting out Eminem or whatever bullshit stuff they were into.
"HEY KEEP IT QUIET IN THERE!" Freddie bellowed as he slammed his fist against the wafer thin walls. "KEEP QUIET! SHUT UP!" He knew it was usless, they never listened to him before so why would they start now he thought yet he still kept shouting until eventually his cries were watered down to a defeated whisper.
"Just shut it of," He whispered although it was more to himself as he begged for yet another day for his mind to let go and start a fresh, he wanted a life where his demons would just throw him a bone and leave him be, they had been acquainted for far too long.
He took in a large lungful of air as the same thing went through his mind time and time again.
"your gonna be okay, just hang in there, please," Freddie pleaded to the ever weakening woman in his arms. Her skin so pale it looked almost transparent, her ocean eyes becoming more and more clouded as the seconds went by.
"Freddie, ju...just let...go," she whispered, her normally so confindent attitude now shrivelled to something so helpless that he barely even recognised her as the woman he loved.
Shut up, your talking crazy, you're gonna be fine,' He rushed pulling her closer pressing his lips tight to her cooling forehead, he closed his eyes cherishing the soothing touch of her skin against his, a mass of memories that the two shared running through his mind like a an ageing film. 'This wasn't the end, it wasn't, it couldn't be' the thought. He looked down to find the scarlett puddle expanding everywhere, her bloused saturated along with his suit but he didn't care, what was a suit compared her life?
"I...I lo...love... you. Just le...let...go,"Her hand that was so lovingly caressing his cheek now fell to the murky concrete floor, her lids lightly closed and her chest fell never to rise again.
"Don't say things like that. REBECCA! REBECCA! LISTEN TO ME," He screamed, his salty tears streaming down his cheeks as tried and completely failed to bring some life to her, to see her move even if it was for just one last time.
"NO...NO," He sobbed burying his face into her soft neck not caring about the evidence or preserving the crime scene as all he wanted was his wife to look up and live.
Freddie found it almost impossible to breath as he used the little energy he had to keep his sobs silent even though he knew nobody could hear with the noise coming from next door. And even if somone did hear nobody in his building was exactly the careing type, maybe that's why he choose to live here, to wallow in a place where nobody reached out, just to be left alone suited him fine.
'I love you, why'd you leave me. I never wanted to let go so why did you?' He sniffed as he placed a longing kiss on the diamond that was the last piece of the only person that ever mattered.
Sorry about this not really going anywhere it's only a filler really, just giving you a bit more of a feel for the characters but I can garentee the next chapter will be full speed ahead. Sorry and thanks to everyone who has subscribed and reviewed it means a lot