~*~“Safe,” was all he stated, and parked in front of a house. He nodded to me to get out of the car as he also did and walked to the side garage.“James,” Marc called.The garage seemed a mess with all the car tools scattered. Someone seemed to be working on repairing a car here.“Novak, where you at man?” Marc called again, “We have a little company.”It wasn't that long until a man around the same age as Sinister walked out the door drinking a bottle of water. His chin-length hair framed his face perfectly well and tousled as the wind licked it. His face seemed youthful, yet his facial hair gave him a grungy yet oddly attractive maturity. He frowned, but his eyes read us for answers.“What's this about?” he knitted his eyebrows and turned his attention towards Marc.“Kid needs a car:”“We don't do charity, Marc.”“Just hear her out, James.”He looked at me again, slightly softening his expression, “What's your name?”“Becky,” I answered as I took my earrings off, “-Grey. And I'm no
~*~ “If I told you that Marc's wife is dead and buried there, would you believe me?” My heart dropped upon hearing that. “What? But he said that his wife was kidnapped, and he's trying to get her back by working for Sinister.” “He refused to believe that she's dead, Becky," “How are you so sure it's her then?” “When I met Marc he was almost dead. This is not long after I came to your country for some work. I had attended a function. That same night, I heard some noises just outside the hall at the back door. When I got there it was almost too late. The woman was in a bad state, she was stabbed multiple times. Marc was bleeding to death but hugging her and begging for someone to save his wife. I saw the old man who did it but saving them was more important. I carried them to the hospital, but doctors couldn't save his wife, only Marc made it. He lost his memory of the incident but remembered making the deal with the Salvatores to get his wife back." “Oh my god.” I stood sh
~*~ “Well," I smiled teasingly, “That was something.” “Megan is not for me.” He answered. “Oh, so you have a type? I mean, she's beautiful though.” James gave a soft, short laugh, “You can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but if you're heart' is full of shit, that's not for me.”I honestly hadn't expected him to say something like that. It wasn't a ‘Sinister Response'. His way of thinking was so different from what I assumed it was.“Kid,” Marc called me as he poked his head out the door, “You all can come on in here if you like, I would like if you meet Martha.”I hesitated a bit, but James indicated to me that I should go.James got kept back with a phone call, so I followed Marc through the room and up a flight of stairs where we came to a cozy living area with a few doors to the side and a small open concept kitchen at the corner.“Oh this is lovely,” I smiled. The atmosphere gave such a welcoming hug.“Oh, you must be Becky!” a hearty voice called from behind me. A t
~*~James had been downstairs for more than twenty minutes and Marc had left along with the kids as well. I told myself I'd have patience, but that was running out quickly.“Are you alright?” Martha asked calmly behind me as she sat with Caleb, who was falling asleep on the sofa.“No, I just feel a little nauseous. I'll step outside for a bit." I smiled politely back at her and exited the room.There was this gut feeling inside me that something was wrong. Rushing down the stairs, I looked around for James, but he was nowhere to be found. Something was definitely wrong. Abruptly, I heard a loud thud that came from behind the back door outside. Making my way towards it, I heard two voices in argument, one including James.“Stop this nonsense, Ana. It has been going on for too long."“I will never stop until I get justice for my sister. After what you did to her:” She hissed.“I never hurt Violet. You knew this."“Oh please.” She scoffed, “And what about my mother?”“You've been accusin
~*~ “Want to get a drink with me?”Taking a deep breath, I gave a small nod, “Sure,”“Okay,” I began as we sat at the table with our drinks, What was that all about?”“Which part?”“I’ll probably start with the most interesting part that doesn't involve me, but I'm curious as hell.” I smiled.“Ana-Maria?”“No, Violet.”There was a sudden look of anguish that washed across his face, but he hid it as he took a drink calmly and responded, “She meant everything to me, I'd never hurt her.”“Meant…?”“I need to start from the very beginning to help you understand Becky, starting with my parents,”For a second I wondered if I did the right thing by asking him about this, but James somehow had this willingness to relate his story to me.“I was born in Croatia,” he began, “My mother is Croatian and my father is Romanian. My father constantly left us to fulfill his work responsibilities elsewhere until one day I discovered my mother was becoming very ill and needed urgent treatment. We didn't
After bidding farewell to Martha, I left with James.“So these people,” I began as I looked out at the night sky on our way back to the house,“Are you sure they'd help me?”"I'm one hundred percent sure, Grey.”“Okay good, I trust you, James. Even though I only met you recently. I'll kick myself if this turns out to be a lie.”“You'll what?” he almost laughed.“For trusting people, I have no reason to trust.”“It seems like a valid point.”“James,” I took a deep breath, “This man, Gianmarco Vincelli, I've heard the name before.”“I assumed you may have heard it. Not knowing it, however, would always be wiser:"“What do you mean?”“Nothing good ever comes out from knowing that name, Becky.”“I have only heard about him James, from what I know, he's not on good terms with the Salvatores.,"“They're rivals. Their families are against each other.”“But why?”“Are you questioning me about mafia business, Becky?” he laughed. Finally.“Have you ever met them?” I asked curiously.“Who?”“Sin
~^~You know how to drive right?" he suddenly asked me waiting for an answer, but continued anyway, “Doesn't matter. Take the wheel.”“What?”Before he even answered he scrolled down his window, grabbed a handgun from his kit, lunging himself halfway outside to aim at the chasers. Without another moment to spear, I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over to the driver's seat taking full control over the vehicle.“Keep driving!” I heard him shout to me as he hit his hand on the top of the car as a signal to me, “And don't turn back for me.”Gunshots aimed at us as I continued to drive faster and faster. James climbed out of the car completely, and I could hear his footsteps on the roof of the car while the sound of gunshots obstructed my hearing. From the rearview mirror, I noted James, jump onto one of the cars and kick the driver out. I was honestly amused. He's such a badass. This random twat driver suddenly appeared in front of me, causing me to take a sharp turn while he aimed a gu
~*~“Get her there safely.” With that, he got out of the car and headed to a motel nearby.“He’ll be fine, don't worry about him. He dealt with things like this already. Currently, we should focus on you because I, for one, don't want to get my ass involved with the Salvatore's anymore," “James told me about your father, Hades.” I began on our way back.“Daddy,” he spat, “Never liked that old bat anyway.”“Well, that's-"“Interesting? Sad? Pathetic? Yeah, we never used to see eye to eye. My old man was a dictator, I was a free spirit.”“Why were you tied up by Vincelli's men?” He rolled his eyes, “Are you always this nagging?”“I'm a woman, it's what I do.” I retorted, “And you didn't answer my question.”“I'm not obligated to answer to your cupcake.” Placing my hand on the gun, I smiled sweetly, “Would be a pity seeing a bullet through your brain,”“Can't have no damn civil conversation here, now can I?” he answered mirroring my smile, yet in an annoyed manner.“What can I say? Th