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DISCLAIMER
ALL OWNERSHIP OF ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND SUCH GO TOWARDS RICHELLE MEAD
I ONLY OWN MY PLOT AND CHARACTERS AND NOTHING ELSE
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I looked up to who bumped into me, and met my eyes to a pair of dark chocolate ones. The man was at least 6' 6", more than a foot taller than me, with shoulder length hair to match his eyes. Holy Shit, this man was built. I probably couldn't wrap my hands around his arm. His face was the mo- No. I see attractive men around all the time, and he's no different. Just brush him off, let him go. I pressed my bruised hands, reminding myself I will not let any more men into my life.
"I'm sorry, miss, are you alright?" Damn, he even has a Russian accent. Is there anything about this man that isn't perfect?
"Sure, I guess," I give him a half-assed smile, and rushed towards the exit. I swung the glass door open and walked out. Damn, I forgot how beautiful this city was, how alive. I closed my eyes and stood there, on the sidewalk, taking in the energy that seemed to radiate off the buildings. Listening, I could hear the honk of a horn, the ring of a bike bell, a laughing child, another ring of a bike bell, and another, an-
"HEY WATCH OUT!" I heard someone yell, he sounded pretty close to me, almost to close. Before I knew it, I felt a strong hand pull me back towards the restaurant, and my eyes snapped open. A biker sped in front of me, and I realized the person who was yelling, was trying to warn me. Somehow my heart was beating out of my chest; I am pretty sure it's gonna pound out of my chest. The person who pulled me in laid me down on the floor.
"Are you alright?" You have to be fucking kidding me; the person who saved me was none other than Mason.
"Get off me!" I tried to release myself from his grasp, but he refused.
"Rose? Are you sure, are you alright? You almost got hit!" he brush a piece of my hair off my face, and it filled me with more disgust.
"I'm perfectly fine, Mason, now if you don't mind, I was on my way home, away from you," he still refused to let go.
"Rose, we should take you to a," he was cut off by being ripped of me by another; a very large other.
"Dude, if the miss says get off, you get off!" the Russian who I bumped into earlier yelled at Mase.
"Sorry, man, I was just checking if Rose was okay, geez."
I stood up quickly, brushed off the dirt on my clothes, and opened the door, and attempted for the second time to get home so I could be alone and away from Him. More tears paved their way down my face, and I started to run to my car. Just as I opened the door, I heard the Russian call.
"Wait, miss!" I snap my head around to look at him, and asked him what he wanted.
"Is there anything I can help you with? Do you need a ride home?" he replied, "Don't worry, I'm not a creeper!"
"No need to worry, Comrade, I didn't get hit! I think I can make it home without dying!" I yelled to him.
"My name's not Comrade, but if you don't mind, can I ask what your name is?"
"Rose."
I jumped into my car, pulled out my key, and started the car. The car wheezed, but the engine didn't start.
"Fuck!" I yelled at my steering wheel, and banged my palms against the rim. Getting out of my car, I opened the hood and pretended to check out the engine. To be honest, I have no clue how cars work. I mean, I know how to turn on my signal and start the car, but other than that, I can barely work the radio without turning the volume onto full blast on accident. I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Dialing AAA, someone ripped my phone out of my hands and hit cancel.
"Hey!" I looked up, and saw the Russian who offered me a ride.
"Even though you didn't except my offer for a ride, I can help you give yourself your own ride home."
"What do you mean by that?" Realized the tears were started to dry up on my face, I quickly wiped them away from my face, and stood up straighter.
"I'm a car mechanic, you Dumbo," he giggled as he replied. Damn, he smile was great, but it didn't compete with his laugh. Even with his muscular exterior, he laugh was so gentle, so… so lovable. Wait. What am I thinking about? God, I needed to get my shit together. Pressing my bruises, I remembered that I need to get my mind out of the gutter, and think about the task at hand; getting home and alone.
"Well, then can you fix it?" I asked him, worriedly.
"Well I think so…" the Russian leaned over the car, resting his hands onto the hood. His shirt rose up, bringing some dirty thoughts into my mind. He bit his lip, and I could barely hold it in, but I did. I could see the curves of muscle near his waistline, and dear god; his happy trail. I could see why it's called a "happy" trail. Before I knew it, he reached his hands into the engine, reattached two wires, and looked down to me. Damn he was tall, he basically towered me.
"Just two loose wires, you're all good now," he smiled and reached his hand out to me and I shook it, "Pleasure helping you."
"Thanks so much…"
"Dimitri. Dimitri Belikov."
"Right. Well thanks Mr. Belikov. Now I can go home, finally." He closed the lid of the car, and handed me a business card.
"Just in case you have any more car troubles," he winked at me and strut away. Hell, he even has an ass to die for.
sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes. i review all the chapters, but sometimes i skip over some things. i do have a friends who looks at them sometimes (go angela you're gr8) but there's always things we miss.
thanks for reading and always stay cool as a cucmber
-2CLL
