A girl walks into a bar, dressed in a black crop top and ripped blue jeans. A black chunky boot which has seen better years adorned her foot.
The bar was empty, not yet open to customers. It looked normal-windowless walls painted black, rows of glass bottles, the smell of beer and stale air. But it wasn't normal, standing on the edge of Shappy Town as it did. She wasn’t surprised though. It was still late afternoon. This place gets filled and going only at night.
“Storm? What are you doing here?" A man washing glasses asked her. He looked cool, at least he was still sober. There was no air of aggression, no air of menace. Well, relatively no air of menace. This was a crappy part of town, and menace was its stock-in-trade.
Storm told herself she had nothing to be afraid of; at least for now. So, she shrugged her shoulders to the man’s question. He was familiar a bit, but she was surely not going to ask him how he had known her name. She wasn’t interested in knowing that. She just wanted to get her money and leave this crappy place. It was already giving her the jeeps.
“Aren’t you going to say something? You should know better that this side of the town is not meant for sweet girls like you. I’m sure the tabloids and newspapers are doing their work well in broadcasting the true image of it.” The man stated, still looking at her dead in eye, the unwashed glass cups abandoned for her sake.
“Sorry. I’m looking for Mr. Tim. I’m here to collect my pay. He had eaten at the restaurant, and had left in a hurry, before I could collect his debt. Where is he? My step mum mentioned that he stays here.” She replied, refusing to call the man unto the error he had made earlier by calling her a sweet girl. If only he knew. She thought, slipping her two slender smooth hands into the front pockets of her jeans.
“Your step mother told you to come here? I wouldn’t be surprised if she falls into the category of the annoying stepmothers then.” The man mentioned, and Storm shrugged her shoulders again at the truthiness of the statement. Her stepmother was from hell. There was no other explanation for the woman’s atrocious behaviors, that had forced her to grow up literally even from an early age.
“You seem to have a problem with words.” The man said after a while, probably not cool with her silence. But that was an error on his part again, but she was not going to call him on that either. The reason for her silence was because she was observing things for this was her first time of being here.
Rather, she nodded, and the man gestured with his cloth to a door at the end of the bar. "Knock him dead, sweetheart. But be careful whilst doing that."
"I'll try." She finally said, pivoted and stalked away towards the door in question, feeling his gaze on her back all the way. She hoped to God that he wasn’t staring at her ass. He had looked to cool to be caught dead doing that. But you never can tell with the inhabitants of this area.
She knocked on the door marked "Private," and a man on the other side growled, "Come in."
“I just need to collect the money from him. Then I'm done, on my way home. Storm muttered to herself, taking in a deep shaky breath, especially as she noticed two bulky men step into the bar from the entrance door. A trickle of moisture rolled between her shoulder blades as she made herself open the door. The voice had bided her to come in after all.
A man leaned back in a chair behind a messy desk, a sheaf of papers in his hands. His booted feet were propped on the desk, his long legs a feast of blue jeans over muscle. He was quite handsome alright; hard, honed body; midnight black hair; definite air of menace. But he wasn’t the man she was looking for.
When Storm entered, he stood, setting the papers aside.
Damn. He rose to a height of well over six feet and gazed at Storm with eyes blue like the morning sky. His body wasn't only honed; it was hot-big chest, wide shoulders, tight abs, firm biceps against a form-fitting black T-shirt.
“Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at her.
“I am Storm. I am here for Mr. Tim. Is he around? The bar attendant had mentioned that he would be here.” Storm replied.
A pinch of silence. She noticed him trailing his eyes all over her, and she almost scoffed in anger. What a pervert! She thought, wishing they were at the other part of the town where she could have the liberty to hit him at the balls without fearing to be shot down by some crazy assholes.
“Hello…” She bit out annoyingly, waving her hand in the path of his eye-fucking.
A small smile slithered across his full well shaped lips at her outburst. He was enjoying unsettling her. With old-fashioned courtesy, he placed a chair in front of the desk and motioned her to it.
Storm felt the heat of his hand near the small of her back as she seated herself, smelled the scent of soap and male musk; couldn’t believe that she wanted to drown in them. But who could blame her? The man was way over her league.
"Where is Mr. Tim?" She asked again, wanting to be out of here in the speed of light. She was feeling hot and bothered all of a sudden. This man was bad news for her heart.
The strange man sat back down, returned his motorcycle boots to the top of the desk, and laced his hands behind his head.
“He will be here in a minute. Why are you looking for him though?” He asked.
The lilt in his voice was unmistakable. Storm put that with his black hair, impossibly blue eyes, and exotic name. "You're Irish." She muttered, before she could stop herself.
The strange man sat back down, returned his motorcycle boots to the top of the desk, and laced his hands behind his head. “He will be here in a minute. Why are you looking for him though?” He asked.The lilt in his voice was unmistakable. Storm put that with his black hair, impossibly blue eyes, and exotic name. "You're Irish." She muttered, before she could stop herself.He smiled a smile that could melt a woman at ten paces. "And who else would be running a pub?" He asked."But you don't own it." She stated, remembering that Mr. Tim was.“Perhaps.” He said with a shrug. “But I doubt that is the answer to my earlier question.”“I’m here to collect my pay. He had eaten at my step mum’s restaurant without paying up. She sent me to do the needful.” Storm replied, meeting the man’s gaze steadily.“I see. How much is that?” The man asked.His voice went frosty, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out. “Four hundred dolls.” Storm replied, and the man’s eyes narrowed, pupils
From this angle, staring at the man’s face as he ran his eyes through the bar, Storm thought that he looked like the legendary Zofan hated the thought of using the guardian sword. His primary job was to be called in when there was no longer any hope, and that fact put a dark edge to his entire life. Not many people saw this, but she had noticed, as she had gone through the book.Storm was close enough now to the man to sense his muscles relax as people assured him, they were all right. The people climbed slowly to their feet, shaken, but there was no one dead or wounded. They'd been lucky.The floor was littered with glass and splintered wood, the smell of spilled alcohol was sharp, and bullet holes riddled the dark walls. Half the bottles and glasses behind the bar had been destroyed, and the one of the bartenders crawled shakily out from under a table.A man zoomed in through the front door and stopped by a clump of people not yet brave enough to get up. Storm didn’t know who he was
Lent dropped obediently, and the flimsy chair creaked under his weight. Lent was large and hard-muscled, his short but shaggy black hair looked uncombed. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Storm wasn't used to seeing as men as hot as this, having never really met one on her side of the town, except for her ex, who had left her to pursue his basketball career at a university, thousands of miles away from her.Curtis had been her high school sweetheart whom she could do anything, totally anything, even if included her right kidney. He had been a home of comfort to her whenever her step mother and step sister decided to turn on their devilish mode and wreak havoc on both her physical and mental state. Curtis had been her lifeline. He had transferred to their school in their eleventh grade, and they had hit off immediately. An act which was obvious to everyone since Curtis was the new hot male student and she was the most beautiful girl in their class, had been voted that way since
Storm pressed her thumb and index finger to the middle of her forehead, stepping back one bit, feeling a headache coming already. She wished she could unsee what she had just seen.“Storm, are you okay?” She heard Kaden ask, and shook her head.“What are you people?” She asked, wondering whether the likes of this people were why this part of the town was not deemed fitted for normal people. Does this mean that she should be staying here?“We...are...” Lent was saying when Kaden cut in sharply.“We are people with special abilities. If that pisses you off, you should leave, and of course don’t mention it to any one.” He said, meeting Storm’s stare.Storm, seeing his accessing gaze, shrugged.“You don’t have to send me away. Mr. Kaden. I also have some special abilities, and I think I can help Lent.” She stated, batting the surprised Kaden's hands aside and pressing her palm directly to the wound. Folding herself against Lent, she held her hand flat to his chest.“What are you doing, St
"The gift isn't that strong. It's not like I can cure terminal diseases or anything. I can boost the immune system, heal wounds and abrasions, and speed up the healing of broken bones. I couldn't have magicked the bullet out of Lent, for instance, but I could relieve his pain and jump-start his recovery." Storm replied, relieved that she was a bit far from his reach."And you don't think this is something we should know about?" Kaden asked, his eyes still stuck on her.Storm shrugged in reply.When she looked at Kaden again, his eyes had returned to that sinful, summer-lake blue, but his stance still said he could turn on her anytime he wanted. If Storm hadn't been intrigued by Kaden the moment she'd laid eyes on him for the first time in a bus station, the man would have terrified her. Yes. Their meeting today in Mr. Tim’s office had actually been the second time she had seen him. She remembered now. She hadn’t been able to recognise him when she had waltzed into the office earlier
Storm scoffed when she heard Kaden’s reply.Stick around? The man must be nuts to think that she would take up visiting this side of Shappy town as a hobby because of him. She thought.It was best she left here already before he started to talk about her working as a bartender in this crime infested bar. After all, he already paid in full, Mr. Tim’s debt.“Aren’t you a little curious about who or what we are? Some people are actually dying for this piece of information, and here you are pushing it away even though it is offered on a free platter.” Kaden mentioned, folding his arms across his chest, his blue eyes boring down on Storm. His reply caused Storm to snort. “Well, I am not interested. I will live just as fine as I was before coming into this bar today. I am not a journalist or among the paparazzi who would do anything for a piece of this juicy information you are offering me.” She pointed out, her eyes already scanning the room for the exit door, even as she asked herself if
It was true that Storm didn’t know who exactly Kaden was or why he was suddenly interested in hearing her problems, but it was heartwarming to know that at least someone cared enough to know about the nightmares that wouldn’t let her sleep smoothly and in peace for the last three years.Her father had found out about it at first, but his love for her step mother, Jess, had blinded him to the fact that she needed warmth, that she had needed his care more than ever. Her father marrying Jess had begun Storm’s misery days. It was like the woman was shrouded in ill fortune and bad news."I really don't want to talk about it right now," Storm finally said, shaking off the earlier feeling of pouring out her feelings to Kaden, who was definitely strange. Since knowing about the uniqueness of Lent when they had attempted to remove the bullet which had lodged into his arm, she had a feeling that her life was about to get a tad bit interesting.And she welcomed it. It was high time something o
After Kaden’s heroic words, Storm straightened and turned, putting her back against the door, her stormy eyes making him wild with wanting. “You know I’m grateful for what you did for me,earlier at the bar drinking room. Thank you for saving me.” She mentioned, deciding to express her thankfulness and curb her stubbornness for the now. If he hadn’t covered her with his body, perhaps, she would have been hurt, either by the gun or shattered glasses.“Aye, and your undying gratitude is what I live for.” Kaden said, his eyes never leaving hers.“Really?” She looked him up and down with a hint of a smile.“Sure it is.” He heard the amusement in his tone, but he couldn’t keep it out.Storm’s brows moved upward, her smoke-colored eyes looking straight into his heart. He had to wonder what she saw there.Kaden had pictured her as a submissive little human-shy and scared, before he’d met her today; for he had known about her living conditions with her step mother, and that she was coming to