*Updated 29-04-2018*
Chapter 3 - Time (for a change)
17 years later
The air was humid and hot, as the sun shone down on another day on Rook. Rosa walked out of her room within the compound and made her way to Hoyt's office.
She was beautiful; her hair was blonde, voluptuous and sleek, ending halfway down her back. Her eyes were magnificent, the blue vibrant and strong. Her complexion was perfect and tanned and her lips were shaped like a petals, painted red and her teeth white and perfect. She wore a red, strappy camisole which fitted nicely over her breasts and a pair of black skinny jeans with black converse.
Rosa sauntered her away down the corridor, all of the pirates eyes were on her. Hoyt wouldn't let any of them touch her; after overhearing what some of them would do 'if they had the chance', they wouldn't get the chance as Hoyt had made examples of them, their heads now resting outside the compound gates.
Stopping at the office door, Rosa knocked it briskly, the sound echoing around the empty corridor. Waiting a few moments before hearing the usual 'come in' from Hoyt, she pushed the door open and popped her head around.
"Hoyt?" she asked.
The huge leather chair was turned away from the door, facing the window as she could hear the conversation that was going on between Hoyt and a buyer.
"Buck. Buck, fucking listen to me okay? You'll have your merchandise by the end of the day. Stop being a moany bitch and remember who holds the cards around here ... Hey, I know how you like them. I have my boys sending them over now, fucking hell."
Hoyt turned around in his chair and Rosa raised her eyebrows at him.
"Listen, Buck. I gonna have to go now. The boys will be there soon."
Hoyt put the phone down and motioned for Rosa to enter the room.
"Ah, my beautiful Rosa. Glad you're finally out of bed." Hoyt smiled.
"Yeah, whatever, old man. Buck giving you a hard time? For a third time buyer, he's fucking picky." said Rosa, walking over to the chair that sat in front of Hoyt's desk.
"Don't worry about him, my English Rose, nothing I can't handle." Hoyt reached over for a cigar and lit on up.
"Cool. So, listen are we gonna do some more training today? We've done how to take down an enemy and I've learnt how to set up explosives.I know how to handle a gun, even though you won't give me one, so are we doing knife throwing or something today?"
Rosa reached for a cigar but Hoyt slapped her hand away.
"Not for you, they're bad for you, they'll give you cancer. But sure, if that's what you want to do today. I just need to finish off up here and then I will be right down. You might even get to deal with a reject today, if you're lucky."
Rosa's eyes widened at the thought and a broad smile erupted onto her face.
"Really? Fucking great! So does that mean I can have a gun yet?" she asked, hopeful.
Hoyt laughed, dryly.
"Not yet, Rosa. When you're 20 you can do whatever you want, remember? Even get a gun, if you so desire. But for now, you are still my 17 year old surrogate daughter and you are not owning one, not yet." Hoyt replied.
"Eurgh, fine. I will meet you downstairs, surrogate dad."
Rosa winked at Hoyt and left the room. She made her way downstairs and out into the compound.
"Hey, Rosa!"
The girl turned around and saw that it was just Rich, one of the only men that Hoyt allowed to be near her.
"Hey, Rich, how you doing?" Rosa asked, giving him a toothy grin.
"I'm good, Rosa, I'm good. Daddy got you doing some more training today then?" Rosa pushed Rich's arm playfully.
"Knife throwing today, dickweed. You sure you're not out here to be stealing a stash of weed again?" Rosa retorted.
She had been told of her story onto the island so many times by Hoyt and a couple of other pirates. It had many different versions but one thing that stayed the same was how Rich had tried to steal some weed from Hoyt and miraculously, lived to tell the tale.
"Yeah, yeah. Listen, you're a good little fighter now, you could easily take down half of this camp, we're that fucking bad" Rich chuckled, "You're badass."
Rosa blushed.
"I'm not that good, Rich."
She tucked some hair behind her ear and could feel her face was on fire.
"You're good, trust me. I better get back to manning the shipment area but I will come and find you later so we can hang." said Rich.
"Okay, sure thing."
Rich started to walk off and Rosa smiled. He was like an uncle to her, so funny and sweet. She wished that she could speak to more people but Hoyt would never allow it. Most of the pirates wanted one thing from her, and one thing only. They were pirates, they didn't suddenly grow morals around women.
A loud shout was heard over by the gate and all of the pirates were running to see what it was. Hoyt had run down from his office with a lackey, to join the pirates. Rosa's stomach flipped with excitement; there was hardly ever any commotion at the compound, unless new hostages were being brought.
She pushed her way through the pirates, finding Hoyt stood at the front of the crowd. The gates were opened and the pirates stood in an unorganized line, their guns at the ready.
"What's going on, Hoyt?" whispered Rosa.
Some pirates could be seen just over the hill and they were dragging something with them.
"I'm not quite sure, I think the boys have found something." replied Hoyt.
The tension in the air was palpable between the pirates, with Rosa's heart particularly racing.
The men at the top of the hill were coming closer and as they came into view, it was apparent that they were dragging along a body. All of the pirates started mumbling to one another in anticipation, much to the annoyance of Hoyt.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU ALL" screamed Hoyt, and silence fell.
The men finally arrived at the opened gates and hauled the body up.
It was a boy of about the same age as Rosa, with a small mohawk and a deep, bleeding cut down the side of his skull. He was battered and bruised and his brown shorts were ripped. He wore no t-shirt but his toned chest was covered in cuts.
"We found him running through the jungle, sir" said one of the pirates, addressing Hoyt. "We think he has come from the Rakyat but we can't be certain. His head is pretty messed up and we thought he was dead. Only when he started shouting as we grabbed him, did we realise he wasn't. If he is the Rakyat, then maybe he could be of some use to us."
Hoyt stared at the young man, grabbing a hold of his chin, yanking his face up. Rosa could barely breathe. The boy's eyes opened and they were the most mesmerizing green that Rosa had ever seen. She couldn't help but stare at him in awe; regardless of him being covered in blood, he somehow managed to look like the most beautiful boy she had ever seen.
"Who are you?" Hoyt asked, his voice stern. The boy coughed a little and spat out some blood.
"Vaas. Vaas Montenegro." he replied, a thick Spanish accent coming through.
"Are you a Rakyat?" Hoyt asked, his voice still stern.
The boy scoffed, rolling his eyes as he did so.
"I spit on the name. Fucking dogs."
"Can you be of help to us?" asked Hoyt.
Jeez, fucking interrogation or what, though Rosa.
"What can you give me in return, old man?"
Wow, this guy has got fucking balls, Rosa internalized.
Hoyt laughed.
"I like you. I can give you anything you want, money, drugs, women. Name it." said Hoyt.
"Then I can offer you everything, hermano. Can you sort my fucking head out first? The stupid cunt nearly sliced my head in half."
"Of course, of course. And then we can chat, so to say." Hoyt started to walk off back to his office but turned around.
"Someone fucking deal with him then!" he shouted, making all of the pirates jumped.
The two men that had brought Vaas in carried him off to the medical unit and Rosa followed, making sure that Hoyt couldn't see her.
Something about this boy intrigued her, the way he had talked to Hoyt and how strong he was being after probably being nearly killed.
He was different and Rosa liked it.
Sorry for this chapter being a little long but I wanted the detail and a good intro to Vaas. More relationship development between Rosa and Vaas to come in the next few chapters! Speak to you soon!