25 Days of Klaroline + Mafia
This mini drabble is dedicated to Mik - queencarolinemikaelson - my fellow Aussie and such a great person to talk to, especially about politics. Thanks for the beautiful fic covers you've done for me as well. You are one talented lady : ) Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have an amazing day full of fun, laughter, food and cake (most importantly).
Killing in the Name
It's no secret that Chicago mob boss Bill Forbes has enemies but after an attempted assassination he appoints a team of bodyguards for his family, including one Klaus Mikaelson who has been assigned exclusively to protect his wayward daughter Caroline.
The Violet Hour - Wicker Park, Chicago IL
"You scaled the roof, really Caroline?"
"Well, I would have climbed down the tree next to my bedroom window but after you caught me father saw that it was quickly chopped down," she scowled, taking a large sip of her cocktail and rolling her eyes in Katherine's direction at his predictable interrogation.
"I thought it was ingenious myself," Katherine offered before he could continue with his lecture.
"Did I tell you how much I have you to thank for aiding and abetting my protective charge?"
"You're more than welcome," she smiled, devilishly. "Glad I could be of assistance."
"Well on that sarcastic note, let's go, Houdini," he gestured towards the door.
"I just got here," she scoffed. "You know if I didn't have to climb onto the roof in my high heels and a miniskirt, I might add, I would have been here a lot sooner."
Klaus closed his eyes momentarily, trying to erase the visual of her climbing onto the roof in such a short skirt, especially one that exposed her long, creamy legs and hugged her taut ass that wiggled when she walked. It wasn't the first time he'd had to rid himself of such images and Klaus knew it wouldn't be the last. The one thing he knew was that Caroline bloody Forbes would be the end of him.
When his brother and company owner Elijah had given him this assignment he knew it would be somewhat difficult. Klaus assumed though it would be because of Bill Forbes and not his rebellious daughter, Caroline, who didn't take too kindly to forced protection, in fact she despised it which would explain her constant attempts to escape. Most of the time she'd failed, Klaus too good at his job for that to happen but lately she'd become more original and sneaky and slipped through his grasp. If he was being honest there was another reason and that was his burgeoning attraction but he was trying to ignore that fact. It was something Klaus knew Elijah wouldn't be happy about, especially given the exorbitant amount of money Bill Forbes was shelling out for their services.
"Do I look like I care, Princess?"
"Do I look like I do?" She shot back, her blue eyes never wavering from his. Klaus considered himself scary when he needed to be but she refused to cower, no doubt something that came with being the only daughter of a mob boss. While it was annoying, but also strangely admirable, Klaus knew her stubbornness would get her killed if she wasn't careful.
"Is everything okay here?" The bartender asked, approaching them curiously.
"Oh it's fine, this is just a normal night with these two, Enzo," Katherine assured him, a knowing grin on her face. "You might want to get some popcorn; they can be quite entertaining when they reach this stalemate stage."
"How does it usually end?"
"You'll have to wait to find out, but usually in one of two ways." Klaus rolled his eyes, finally tearing his gaze away, scared he might do exactly what he'd been tempted to for months and kiss those enticing, pink lips that teased him on a regular basis.
"I could do without the running commentary, Katherine."
"Look, just go, Klaus. I'll find my own way home."
"The hell you will," he growled. "You can come with me like a good girl or answer to your father. I think you and I both know which one you'd prefer." Bill Forbes was a vindictive bastard, his reputation known far and wide. Klaus actually felt sorry for Caroline but for some reason his behaviour just made her more obstinate and willing to revolt. Like father, like daughter in some ways.
"You wouldn't dare," she shot back, calling his bluff. Of course Klaus wouldn't given how inept it would make him look and the fact he'd never want her to endure her father's wrath even if she was annoying but she didn't need to know that and he thought his poker face was second to none.
"Are you really willing to take that chance?" She looked at him curiously, almost like she was sizing him up. Klaus was struggling to concentrate her perfume was that distracting.
"$50 she caves and storms out of here," Enzo offered, placing a green note on the bar, completely consumed by the unfolding drama.
"I can hear you, you know," she growled, her eyes still firmly trained on her bodyguard.
"You catch on fast, Enzo, but how about we make this interesting? I'll see your bet and raise you another $50," Katherine replied slapping down a Benjamin Franklin, ignoring Caroline's frustrated sigh. "That is option number one but my bet is definitely on option two."
"Which is?"
"Just wait and see," she murmured, mysteriously. They continued to stare at each other both unwilling to crack until Klaus picked her up in one swift move, throwing her over his shoulder dramatically as he stalked out of the bar. Only stopping briefly to call out to her brunette friend.
"You owe me $100 Katherine and don't think I won't collect," he shouted before pushing open the bar door, Caroline crying out in protest her arms pummelling his back with such force Katherine knew there'd be bruises, which was hardly unusual.
"Send my regards to that gorgeous brother of yours," she replied simply, holding up her drink in salute.
"I really should have known," Enzo shared, topping up her drink once she'd placed it back on the bar. "They're sleeping together right? I mean that's as close to foreplay as you can get."
"Not yet," Katherine mused. "But it's only a matter of time."
Meanwhile outside...
"Put me down, you chauvinistic bastard," she cried, her punches only increasing in strength. He finally relented, placing her down in the adjacent, dark alley mainly because he was trying to minimise the bruising.
"I wouldn't have to be chauvinistic if you weren't such a spoilt brat," he seethed, trying to ignore just how high her skirt had ridden up her legs threatening to expose much more in the process.
"I'm not a spoilt brat," she growled, her chest heaving from all the activity, the swell of her creamy breasts peeking out tantalisingly from her top. "I just don't like people telling me what to do."
"Well, wake up, Princess," he shot back. "This is your life now, whether you like it or not."
"I know why you're so angry," she surmised, avoiding his pointed comment. "I got the better of you tonight and you don't like it."
"No, I'm angry because you fail to see just how dangerous this situation is and that the threat to your life is very real. Your father nearly died and you could very well be next, Caroline."
She snorted by way of response. Klaus couldn't help himself, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back toward the wall, their mouths within inches of each other. Klaus could smell the vodka on her breath as she panted in surprise, they were that close.
"I've been Bill Forbes' daughter for twenty-five years now, Klaus," she explained. "You don't think I know the drill by now?" Her gaze was confident and steady as usual, the venom in her tone not lost on him. His hope she could be grateful for his help diminishing with every breath.
"When you lose a parent, no matter how close you are it hurts, love," he argued. "In fact, it's something that never goes away. You might like to pretend that you're tough but when part of your family is ripped away nothing can replace that empty feeling in your heart." She looked at him curiously, her eyes searching his madly. Klaus hadn't meant for something so personal to be revealed but he needed to make her see this wasn't just a game.
"I'm sorry," she murmured instinctively, her face softening. It was the first time Klaus had seen true regret in her eyes and it surprised him greatly.
"I don't want your pity," he replied, gruffly. "I just want you to realise how important family is even if you feel resentful towards them at times. Trust me I've been there and I wouldn't wish it on anybody."
"So, what does this mean exactly?" She panted, their close proximity all the more apparent. They held each other glances for a while, almost daring the other to react.
"I'm never one to beg but maybe find it in your heart to give me a break, love?" He pleaded; surprised that he'd been reduced to this level of begging. He wouldn't have done it though if he hadn't sensed her caving.
"Fine, who knows maybe we can swap bad parenting stories?" She smiled, her hands snaking their way around his waist. "In fact, I really think I'm going to need twenty-four seven protection."
"Your father was explicit about my boundaries."
"Well, if he wants me to co-operate then I suggest he bend his rules," she quipped, her hands firmly on his backside now, not that Klaus was outwardly complaining. "I have a feeling that we have more in common than first thought."
"Well, maybe so but I have a certain degree of professionalism to uphold for now."
"So, what you're telling me is that after this son of a bitch is captured you can possibly spend more time with me?"
"Oh, I plan on it, sweetheart," Klaus murmured, reluctantly moving away from the close confines of her body and wishing he wasn't so damn professional. After this was over he had every intention of asking Elijah for a big raise and finishing just what they'd started tonight.