Chapitre 14: Reward
While they were all leaving the bar, a dark-skinned man wearing a flack jacket was sitting and chatting with the bartender. He kept thinking about the child he had just seen. He saw them enter and what caught his attention was the kid's eyes. They went from calm and calculating to childish and fearful in an instant.
Even better, they had gone up to the table of someone from the Italian mafia. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but the way the child acted surprised the man. The kid treated her bodyguards like air but was scared of the rest of the people in the bar.
When they got up to leave the bar, and the kid was holding her hand, he lost it. He had heard of the lady's reputation and how she was usually a cold, calculative bitch, but a child tamed her in minutes.
He ordered another drink and chugged it down before retiring for the night.
Meanwhile, Dexter had convinced Rachelle to let him come with her. He knew it was a risk but wanted to test how far he could go with this. James begrudgingly agreed, and he got inside of their range rover.
While inside, Dexter sat as close to her as possible, saying fuck it to a seat belt.
"Rachelle, I'm really tired. Can you wake me up when we get there?" Dexter asked while resting his head on her lap. He knew he was pushing it and hoped she wouldn't kidnap him.
She started caressing his hair and singing some sort of lullaby in Italian.
Dexter was lying there doing calm, drawn-out breathing pretending to be asleep. He was surprised by her pleasant voice but was also pissed off it had to end so soon.
When they arrived, she didn't 'wake.' him up, which he expected. She had one of her bodyguards carry me and do a hand-off with a guard at the base. Dexter didn't like being carried around by guys but had to sell the act. They took him and placed him down in one of the fucking bunk beds. The second the guard closed the door Dexter lept off the bed and went back to his favorite spot on the floor.
The following day he was called back to James' office and went there with a smile on his face. If James messed this up, it could only mean that she just wanted to spend more time with him and was disappointed when he had fallen asleep.
Arriving at his office, he didn't even knock and just went straight inside. James saw him and had a massive grin on his face.
"Dex, my boy, I really didn't think you had it in you. Thanks to you, the deal went smooth enough. I have no idea why she loves children so much, but she was enthusiastic about the whole deal!" James yelled out, and this was the happiest Dexter had ever seen him.
"It was no problem at all. I'm curious. Did Rachelle say anything about me?" Dexter asked while looking for his reaction. James dropped his smile but a few seconds later started laughing.
"The bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up about you. I honestly don't think she would have accepted if you weren't there. Her smile would disappear the second we got down to business. I had heard about her personality but didn't think she would be so contentious." James replied while yet again lighting up another smoke.
Dexter was wondering if it was the effect of Devil's charm. How else could a child affect someone with a personality like that so drastically? He didn't think his performance was that good, if he was being honest. He shuddered as he thought about the description. It said it was attractive, not cute, so he hoped that the description was vague but doubted it.
"Well, obviously, she wouldn't. When I'm older, you should take notes, so you don't become a legendary sage." Dexter quipped and acted smug, which yet again pissed James off. He didn't know what he had meant but assumed it had to do with the virgin comments. Luckily he was in a good mood, so he just brushed the comment off.
"Ok, what do you want as a reward?" James asked. He still couldn't figure out Dexter at all. At times Dexter was serious, and at others, he said stupid childish shit. Even after living in the compound this long, nobody could figure out anything about him.
James had asked people about him but didn't learn much at all. He knew that Dexter was a prodigy regarding combat, but he rarely talked to people other than John. The problem was he gave John the same attitude as he did to him.
"Oh, the usual, you know, money and guns. Wait, if you could allow me to visit the orphanage, that would be nice as well." Dexter replied, he did want to visit the orphanage, but he wasn't sure if Ratana would even treat him the same. After all, he has killed people and was working with a relatively sizeable criminal organization.
"Sure, I can do all of those. What pistol did you use again? Was it the m1911? You can visit them within the next few days, but after tonight I think I will need your help again in the near future." James responded with a grin taking another puff.
"Yeah, and that's expected. What would you do without me, Jamie? You would be hopeless if I'm being honest. If you want to step down in the near future, let me know, and I can take over." Dexter said sarcastically
James' face darkened, and Dexter could tell he was getting pissed off again, but he didn't care. He could tell that James liked to act tough but was actually a softie at heart.
James let out a sigh and stared at Dexter for a few seconds. As much as he hated the kid's personality, he had his uses, so he couldn't get rid of him.
"Yeah, whatever your reward will be ready in a few days, now get the fuck out of my office and don't talk to me unless I call for you."
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Alcholicc Man, the chapters I come up with when hammered are something else.
Also 5 in one day I must be insane
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