Kapitel 178: 17. Fernando.
I walked to my car and went for a drive, still a little pissed off. Tomorrow was a fight club, and this was a kill-or-be-killed situation. And brand new, so these guys probably wouldn't know me and my reputation. Oh, I was looking forward to it.
I'd get to put on a good show again and then enjoy myself when no one would believe in my abilities. And I'd get to watch Adam fight in his own cage. These days, they always had the two cages. Adam would sign up in advance so they would know, and the word would get out who wanted to fight Adam.
We used to go around these clubs where there were two cages when I didn't want to fight Adam. And he wanted to fight. Adam had tried to get Samuel to fight at one time or another, but he hadn't been very keen on that. He just wanted to be a doctor, and if he were in the house, he would often go through me carefully and help me if there was anything unpleasant going on.
I had some scars; some poisons just hindered my healing, so I was left with a scar, but Samuel said they could be removed and my skin would heal properly. I didn't mind them so far. I wasn't that vain.
I never saw myself as even pretty. Not beautiful, perhaps the most polite expression that I could come up with to describe myself is the interesting looking, exotic, maybe wild, force of nature. I always saw my rage, my wild beast-like nature in my expression, and it didn't make me pretty—more like wild animals.
My face was symmetrical, and there was nothing so obviously wrong. I had big, expressive dark blue eyes, a normal nose, not anything special. My mouth was too often in tight lines, but I guess it could be kissable. My lips were quite thin, and my jawline was quite frail. All in all, I looked like a kid if I didn't make up. But there was no baby's plumpness in my face, no baby fat, so to speak. My face was quite sharp-featured.
A few whip marks on my back didn't bother me, even though they were done by one of the dark elves. They also had really nasty stuff and often scarred me, but the scars just gave me character.
I finished the evening and night gigs without a care in the world, and Damon disappeared. I guess it went into his thick skull that we were over. He made his choice. He left me sick, messed up, didn't help for a week on the boat, and just goes around leaving divorce papers and fucking the whole pack.
Knowing he's addicted to Satan's drink and rightly let Brianna get him hooked when he wanted to be vampire king, well, he's now a vampire beggar, more or less. And now he's got the nerve to come whining back and tell me he wants me back. Fuck fucking Salvatore.
It was getting early in the morning. The sun was rising as I left the last alley to my car. I knew that at some point, I'd have to empty the bank boxes again and maybe a few vaults. I'd got them from Reddington from a couple of sniper hits, and I knew nothing about what was in them. My thoughts were a bit all over the place as I walked half thoughtfully to my car.
Nick was walking towards me. "Hi love, how are you now, are you all right, you were in pretty funny shape on the boat and then Salvatore divorced you if I heard right and you've got quite a fight club reputation, I think I'll come and see the Flea tomorrow."
I smiled. Nick was funny.
I said, "I have developed a reputation. Yeah, I just got my ex-husband off my back when the fool thought he could take me as his mistress. First, he calls me a freak whore, gets a vampire divorce signed by elders, then still doesn't help that I was poisoned, and still comes whining to me about Brianna this and Brianna that. And he is still hooked on the vampire potion. And he drinks it in front of me."
Nick whistled, "Did you say, Brianna, She then grabbed Salvatore. Yeah, we could tell on the ship that bitch had a plan when Bran wanted us to negotiate a partnership but wow... Salvatore got caught in a trap. As you know, I think Rebecca already told you that Brianna is the granddaughter of an Elder, a ruthless, greedy bitch. Has tried to take me or Elias on more than one occasion and always threatens war when we don't comply. Vampire potion is Brianna's trademark. The fucking ugly bitch has gotten no men unless it's with it. Her grandfather killed her parents and raised the princess himself, but with her being ugly as sin and elders being what they are... she was not to become wise—Soulless like Spike or Drusilla. Well, anyway, you look great, and yes, we will come to see you. I know which club is next. There are so many good rumors about the Flea. I'm glad you're feeling better."
I said, "Yeah, I've been to a few clubs in the last six months, so yeah, the flea rules, so to speak. It's a new club, so if you want to make some money, bet on me on my first opponent. That's where the best money is."
Nick nodded and said, " We're not short of money, but good to know. Put on a good show then. Rumor has it the elders might come and watch."
Then Nick again walked away like a world conqueror, before I could say anything. I knew Damon was a vampire prince, well the princess got her prince. I walked the rest of the way to my car in a better mood.
Nick was a funny case, though he was charming. Again, not quite like the character in the series, but if Joseph Morgan, Iain De Caestecker, and James Anderson got together, then maybe the result would be quite Nick-like. Nick's greatest asset was his boyishness and angelicness. He was very innocent and young and harmless looking. Maybe that's where I had originally got the idea to play innocent and young.
I went to a diner for breakfast, where I knew what I was eating and what I wasn't. I had a big juicy burger and four thick giant steaks and drank a ridiculous amount of coffee and Coca-Cola, and then I drove back to the house. I had done now quite a long gig, so I had money once again and quite a lot.
Mimosa said to me while I was driving, "Mimi, why don't we buy a castle next? I mean, we have money, and it would be so cool to own a proper castle."
I answered, "Not a bad idea at all, my wolf. Let's see what our mate says to it."
Adam was Mimosa's mate, and mine, too. Mimosa worshipped still Adam, and now, when we had him, Mimosa was deeply in love with Adam, too.
It was 7 am, and I wanted a shower. I could eat some more and maybe sleep a bit, but I always had to maintain my weapons first. I finally drove around the yard, parked the car, didn't back up, and just tried to get my car in a position where it would be easy to just keep going. Backing up was not my thing.
I went inside. First of all, I went to change, and here, in Iowa, I was in a house where I could get upstairs without being seen by Adam, who was in the kitchen, so I got changed, took care of my guns, took a shower and just put on a cotton dress when I went downstairs to eat.
Adam looked at me hotly, and I said, " It's a good thing I always get to change, so I don't accidentally seduce you."
Adam said, "Oh, you're seducing me on purpose then, are you? How was your night?"
I listed roughly all my victims, and I also told Adam about Salvatore. I told him how he drank the fucking drink himself willingly, how stoned he'd been, how thin and pale, like a real drug addict.
Adam muttered. "Did you know that Damon and Elena's girl died of drugs? Well, it wasn't Damon's daughter, Elena lied to him, but apparently, Mr. Salvatore wants to experience what it's like to be a junkie."
I said, " Yeah, I did know. Damon talked about it once, and I didn't know any stark details.. Well, it's his choice. I'm sure he could get rid of it if he wanted to, but I saw the pleasure of him drinking that vampire potion again."
Adam said it well:" That's how you reap what you sow, the actions and the consequences. If Salvatore hasn't learned that by that age, nothing has. You see, Mimi, we are wolves. The biggest difference between me and Damon is that I am a wolf. I'm not a vampire, and I act like a wolf. We demand and nurture a certain loyalty, just as an example of human wedding vows, in sickness and in health. A fit mate will always take care of his own, especially if sick. I suspect Bran was partly, if not entirely, behind the whole thing. Now, I don't know what the fuck was wrong with Bran, and I don't even care. Now let's eat and go to bed and see if we're tired enough or not."
I said," Bran wants power. He wants contacts and, of course, if he thought he could get the vampires on his side somehow. I don't know. That I know, and from what I've heard, Damon's reputation is in the toilet, and he's become more of a joke. I saw Nick, too, by the way. He mentioned Bran had invited them and Brianna, some vampires, to negotiate a partnership."
Adam grunted and said, " Never mind, we're together now, and Salvatore has to learn the consequences of his actions all by himself. That's good. He always talked about the actions and the consequences, but he hasn't learned the lesson himself."
Adam, too, was getting agitated, and he set the table for breakfast. I noticed I was starving and started to eat. Now, I didn't have to wait for Adam's permission as he concentrated on feeding me a full meal.
We sat and talked about general things now. He ate, too, as he had done some of the night gigs and then a couple of sniper gigs. They are challenging at night, but if you are in the city center, there is always enough light. Usually, the targets come from clubs or something, and of course, it helps that Adam had fucking excellent night vision. We also talked about the fight club tomorrow and how we can put on a show there.
Adam had now learned my act, and he could still put gasoline on the flame as we always went at different times. He was a tough guy to criticize every fighter, and when I came in, oh fuck that, Barbie got attacked.
He got everyone to underestimate me so fucking well, and then part of the job was that when it was morning, the fights were over, he would come and kiss me so fucking hard in front of the whole audience that everyone would realize our little game. Of course, he was very jealous and possessive, usually even nipping at my mating mark at the same time that our bond became obvious.
Then, usually at home, we unloaded all the adrenaline and endorphins in bed, meaning we fucked each other to pieces. It could always take a couple of days, so there might be a break in the gigs again. I was just wondering, since Adam is such a fucking alpha, when he'd pop me another heat and if this time I wouldn't howl after Salvatore but concentrate on raping Adam more or less.
My thoughts were getting pretty wild as I ate, and I let them go shamelessly until Adam looked at me very hotly again and ate faster. I was innocent myself and kept eating, just making up some pretty damn crude scenarios in my mind.
Adam's expression got hotter and hotter; he started having slight difficulty eating, and then I was still a naughty girl. I got up in the middle of my meal when I heard a knock on the door and went to get Adam the morning paper. He was trying to read it defiantly while his naughty girlfriend was sending a porn film into his head.
Eventually, he gave up, put the paper down, and looked at me, asking, " Are we tired enough to go to bed on top of the food, my mate?"...
We weren't. We don't always need a night's sleep. We ate breakfast and ended up in bed for a heated session that lasted well into the afternoon. There would still be time for the fight club. It wouldn't be until tomorrow night, so we had time.
I lay on top of Adam, all fucked out of my mind, and realized he was already asleep. Oh, I exhausted him, too. I closed my eyes, listening to the now familiar, safe rhythm. This wasn't Damon's rhythm. This was Adam's, and he'd actually been my safe for a lot longer than Damon, so he was a very safe guy. I fell completely asleep.
When I woke up, it was already night. Adam was still asleep under me, and I had to go to the bathroom. I went to do my errands and noticed that Adam had turned over on his side when I was no longer lying on top of him. It's ok.
I was awake. I went into the other room, showered and got dressed, started putting my orders in again that had come my way, and got a few rooms done before a very sleepy, jeans-only Hauptmann came to me and bit my mating mark.
It was Adam's way. He looked at the room I'd just finished. It was now full of animal prints.
Adam said, "Well, this is a wild room, let's see if we can do it one day..."
I had a hilarious idea in my head and I said to Adam. " Just think, if Bran ever came to visit, how would he like it if we put him in a well-fucked room and I didn't change his bedding?"
Adam laughed and said, "Well, I don't know, but we'd probably have to get the rooms pretty much ready."
We went to breakfast then, or whatever time of day it was. After we had eaten, Adam went off to do some work, and I went to the shop to get some supplies and sort out the house.
The day went by surprisingly fast, and soon it was afternoon, so I took a shower, changed my hair to pink, and put on my fighting clothes. I didn't take any Magnum powders with me because I was running low on them, but I could manage without them. Adam was also ready, and we left at 6 pm to drive to the fight club.
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