I really hope you like this chapter :) not a lot of action, but enough to leave you thinking;)

Anthracite77: Haha, j'espère que tu l'aimeras dans ce chapitre! Et pour ta dernière question, tu auras ta reponse bientôt!

Xeres Malfoy: Tu as très raison! Bo n'est pas une brûte, c'est pour cela qu'elle va avoir de la difficultée dans le future de cette histoire. Elle est, en effet, capable de tuer un homme avec ses mains nues, mais elle ne torture pas les gens comme le fait Vaas. Merci pour ton review!

Chapter 4: Lackadaisical

What bothered Vaas the most was the fact that he was obligated to listen to a woman. It itched him to the deepest of his soul, if he even had one. The itch was so powerful that it turned into respected annoyance. No one could make Vaas buckle except for two individuals; Hoyt and Bo. The latter could tear his shanty apart in rude boredom, and Vaas would still be forbidden to plunge a knife in the cavity of her chest. His extreme obedience to the woman led other pirates to think he was becoming weaker as the years passed. Not that Vaas was getting old, he was still in his twenties, three years from hatching into his thirties. However, it didn't deter him. He was still at his full capacities whether it be mentally or physically. Aging wasn't a phobia of Vaas, but it was going to be a problem later on. Could he still do this well into his fifties? He thought about Hoyt and decided he'd never have any other life other than this; drugs and human slavery.

Yet the idea of seeing something else than white fluff and crimson ringlets gave him shivers of anticipation, like the outside world was calling out to him. He couldn't tame the imaginative pleas in the remaining corners of his sanity that begged him to travel and see what else lay on the other side of the ocean. Nonetheless, he was a savage killer and a merciless monster. He wouldn't be able to live among rules and limits, the kinds that prevented him from cutting up flesh and soaking his hands in blood. All this was too much to think about, especially when tipsy.

Vaas didn't go to local bars often. He preferred his beers alone in his shanty, but being that he was in his compound, the bar sign had been an inviting idea ever since he set foot onto the dirt path. The pirate lord hadn't wasted any time in barging in and claiming a seat on a broken stool. A warm, foaming beer had been placed in front of him, coins given to the bartender. A couple swings of the intoxicating beverage and he was ordering more and more, emptying his pockets as he went. Next came some hard core liquor and finally, the mad man sat on a lounge with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his right hand, a cigar in the other.

That is when Bo stepped into the dimly lit building, the reddish glow reflecting on her tanned skin. The absence of her signature reflective sunglasses led Vaas to know night had fallen and he had spent too much time with alcohol. Yet, despite his ordered self telling him to go to bed, he couldn't help but look at the woman as she waltzed to the bar and ordered a cold beer. Vaas watched as she took a swing of the liquor and reached in the pocket of her trousers to retrieve a cellphone. He continued to observe her, and concluded the glow of the bar was so fitting to her, she could be a frame on the wall and no one would notice her.

Her left arm was stretched along the bar while her right hand held the cellular device. Her brows knitted in confusion as her thumb flicked across the text messages and e-mails. "Care to give a man company?" Vaas drawled from across the bar. He waited, with a patient and intoxicated smile, for the woman to look up and find him. She took her damn time doing so, closing the cellphone and taking a resentful swing of her beer.

By that time, which Vaas estimated being around midnight, the bar had only three acolytes; Vaas, Bo and a drunken pirate. The woman couldn't careless if any eyes were watching from the outside, and so did the pirate lord. He sat upright when the brunette pirate sauntered his way and confidently straddled his lap, beer still in her right hand. "And why would I give my time to a man who wasted mine today?" she teased with a quirked brow and a swing of her beer.

Vaas, used to these baring games, bared his teeth in a mischievous smile and shrugged. Another complicated thing with Vaas was, despite the annoyance he had with obeying Bo, he loved to fuck her senseless whenever she desired. "Because I'm the best," he retorted, drunken voice whispering by her face. Bo huffed.

"Are you trying to imply that you are the best shag I've ever had?" she asked mockingly, cocking her head to the side. Vaas threw his cigar out in the open and set his free hand on the woman's hip, cupping his thumb in the hook of her trousers.

"I love it when you use terms like that," he whispered huskily, leaning his face in. She knew just why, but she wasn't about to give in just yet.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Vaas," she said, hands gripping the lounge each side of his head, "but I've had better shags than you." His mouth opened in a disbelieved O as he leaned back and frowned.

"How you are hurtful, princess," he answered in a deliberate form of hurt. Bo ignored it, rolling her eyes in the way that made Vaas very angry. He withdrew his hand from her hip to grip the sharp edge of her chin. "I hate it when you pretend like I don't have an effect on you," he practically growled in her face, teeth bared menacingly. Bo huffed, slapping his hand away.

"Is this your form of pathetic foreplay?" she taunted, hand wrapped around his thick wrist. He squinted his eyes, raising a brow in question. "Because if it is," she continued, leaning in dangerously close, "I'm not up for it tonight."

"Oh, come on, princess!" Vaas cooed as the brunette un-straddled his lap and walked away from him. "We were just getting started!"

"Twat," she mumbled audibly loud for Vaas to hear before vanishing out the door.

Vaas sighed loudly, using his hand to relieve the tightness in his pants from the constraint of his trousers. "Fucking woman," he grumbled, stumbling to his feet.

The countless times Vaas had had Bo for the night had left him thirsty for more every time. Especially because she was a free woman with every right to slice his throat if he as much as smiled the wrong way at her. Although she let him fuck her bent over a table whenever she waltzed into his shanty and demanded attention. Moreover, her attitude towards him never as much as altered after their sexcapades. She was always the same woman, whether it be a second after her release, or a month without the touch of a man. She was so independent it maddened the pirate lord. Never had he seen her yearning for him, or begging at his door. It was she whom decided when it happened, or when it didn't, like that night at the bar.

The pirate lord swayed out of the bar, the bottle of liquor still in his hand. He found himself chasing after the woman, who was slowly walking to her own shanty in the security of the jungle. The lush midnight color of her hair, now in a loose mop around her shoulders, sparkled in the light glow of the dragonflies' gleam. If he followed her long enough, he knew she'd accept him in her shanty, maybe for a sympathy fuck.

He knew she heard him behind her, but she pretended like she had done countless other nights. Her fingers tapped away on her cellphone as she slithered through the underbrush of the jungle. Her figure served as a guide through the darkening jungle. The intoxicated liquor he had drank coursed through his veins and was the reason for his sidestepping and wobbling through the green. As much as it bothered the brunette before him, it didn't stop her from allowing the drunken pirate lord to follow her.

When they emerged in the small clearing that adorned the shanty of the brunette, Vaas caught a glimpse of a moving figure in one of the cages that lounged the wooden structure. He stepped closer, brows pulled together in confusion. The milky white face of the woman captive he'd seen earlier greeted him in the pitch darkness of the jungle. The pirate lord put his index to his lips and smirked at the petrified brunette. "Don't tell or I'll slit your throat," he whispered drunkenly.

He followed Bo into her shanty and loudly swung the door shut, the sound reverberating into the jungle, scaring away jungle life. He didn't hesitate in commanding her body, the desk being the uncomfortable structure serving as their foundation. With all the women Vaas had bedded, none had the hostility of Bo. If he as much as fucked her the wrong way, he would be sitting on his ass in the dirt outside of her shanty. She didn't as much as care if she didn't have release, but if she had it, it had to be in the way she wanted. And what was even more torturous for Vaas at some times was that she didn't let him come and she was ordering him out. Yet, he still went to her night after night, not caring if he'd be crawling back in the dirt, or comfortably and satisfyingly sprawled on her bed. That night it happened to be the latter.

I think we get a pretty good view of Bo's and Vaas' relationship in this chapter.

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