Chapitre 146: 25. Angel In Blue Jeans.
I toured France for another month before returning to Boston. My contacts had given me a good idea for a new conquest, but I would have to get myself in shape for it. I had now visited our bases, done a couple of gigs, planned gigs, and done blasting jobs.
I always had some sort of office reserved at the base, and often, there was a small shower made for me as most of the people I saw were men, so I felt it was better to wash in peace. I was boss, and I had to have my office and it was more rule than an exception that once I got in one base, my desk was full of paper and I was busy as hell.
I talked to Harrison. He was a human being, and he'd been pretty much on the job, and he was fucking good at what he did. He was an ex-navy seal, experienced, and kept himself fit by drinking vampire blood, which slowed his aging down. He was determined now to become a vampire one day, and when he asked me about it, I told him I did not know how to make new vampires, but I could ask, say, Nick and Elias.
I was now flea. Hyper focused on my work, not caring about love or feelings or anything like that. I could feel my darkness or whatever it was, being free, no longer contained, and it did not matter. No need for bother fucking machine. I could keep it under control. It would strengthen my will. Just as keeping my rage bundle made me more powerful as well.
After a couple of weeks, I felt a strong bitterness, jealousy, and rage coming through our bond. Magnum called me the next day and informed me he let it rip to Salvatore when he saw the pack was still fucking, and he had also told the pack what we were doing and also what I had done with Bridgette.
I didn't think it was a bad thing that Damon knew. I just sent him an audio message with one of those calls, back at him, the one where he told me to make sure I heard everything. The bond stayed closed, and nothing else came out of it.
A couple of weeks later, Adam posted that the Pennsylvania mansion was a great place to fuck, but it's now cleaned out and the fridge stocked. Oh well, good thing they had a couple of months of fun fucking. That was that. At least.
But I was still on the job and in full work mode, so I was in no hurry to get back to America. I had no business being there until I got things back in order for a while. I had so much to do, as much as I could do pretty much.
Adam put up a message a couple of days later, saying he'd be in Boston if I were coming back. He didn't blame me if I didn't. I don't know if Damon had shared his little stunt with the rest of the pack. i.e., did Adam know how Damon had made me listen to him fucking a stranger for weeks?
I was not in mood to go in that right now as I tried to come up way to get these medical facilities out of my back. I had gotten with my organization already three of them withdraw that bounty of me when they had lost money and being exposed. I was here helping myself, as always. Keeping myself safe.
I'd like to ask what on earth he'd done that stunt for, and I wouldn't accept being drunk as an answer. I then decided to take my plane and pilot again, once I'd got my act together, and head for Boston with my purple jaguar, which had been driven into the hold of the plane.
When I arrived in Boston, the entire pack was there, including Bran. The party was apparently then well and truly over. They were sitting on living room, waiting for me.
Damon got up off the couch and came over to me and said, "Well, what was it like then, bitch?"
I punched Damon right in the face, kicked him in the balls so hard he flew back to the couch, jumped on his lap and squeezed his throat with one hand, and took out my phone, letting the whole pack hear every call as I held the motherfucking Salvatore under me, holding back my rage.
That he even bothered to call me a whore. Even Bran went pale after the last call and was silent. Damon looked to the side. He didn't even bother to look me in the eye. I did controlled myself even I was not in mood.
I let him go and said, " I had two, Bridgette and Magnum, one night. How about you, you man whore? How many hundreds of fucks did you get to fuck during this two-month fuckfest, and why the fuck did you call me and make me listen, telling me quite fucking clearly that I'm just not enough for you? I'm not good enough!!!"
Damon was silent and then said, "I'm not explaining myself, wife. You just better learn to share."
He stood up, looked at me coldly, and passionfruit smelled; he said, "It very well may be, you whore, that I don't touch you at any time; you're a dirty bitch!"
Then he walked out the door. Oh, that was a wonderful reunion.
I didn't care. When we were doing well, it was almost better than life itself, but then this other side. It wasn't always so mature. I had faded blue jeans, black denim jacket and white tee shirt, boots. I was thinking that I should take off my clothes.
But I didn't bother to think him anymore. There would be no problem, and the gentleman was furious when I exposed his cruelty to the whole pack.
Bran came up to me and said, "Believe me, little girl, we did not know he was using the party for a personal grudge. When it should be just a release of pressure, not a fuck up to your mate."
I said, "Yeah, I believe you. But now I don't care anymore. If Damon doesn't repent or want to explain anything, then maybe we're not as in love with each other as I thought. Because love is supposed to be the strongest force of all, and that's not what we have."
Adam came and wrapped himself around me; he said, "Mimi, I'm here, and I don't mind at all that you've tried both sexes. As I said, it's just sex, but I'm just terribly curious. What is sex with humans, like from a woman's point of view, compared to us?"
I laughed and hugged Adam. I said, "Sweet, gentle lovemaking. Yes, he bravely made love four times but then went out like a light. And when people have such a fucking small dick, yes, I came in the end, but it was sweet."
Adam had no problem with it. He just laughed when I said it was sweet. He led me to sit before I had even time to unpack my stuff. I then told him about the house in Paris, and I was talking to Adam about the gigs and stuff; Bran was listening very intently when I explained to Adam about this fucking place in northern France near the German border and how fucking difficult it was and that Harrison was in charge of the gig. It was complicated as guards had pretty sophisticated equipment there but I had evidence of victims and coming up plan had not been easy. We had also too little staff for that mission in my liking but Harrison had been sure that they could do it. He would keep them under control and got the mission done.
Adam furrowed his brow and said, "I'm not sure if Harrison is the best option, but let's go with it, and I'll call him when I catch some of these guys. Too much confident can lead nasty percussions and Harrison is little bully."
I nodded and then told him the address of my house in France and that Adam's crew had installed a security system there.
It made Mr. Hauptman look at his phone and say, "Yeah, I remember that; he was a rich old guy, and I was there putting it on myself when he was so paranoid; that house has a good safe room, by the way. But he didn't take the updates, so let's put a message out that the local branch is going to come and put everything in place."
I nodded and then went to take my bag to the upstairs bedroom. At last. I emptied the laundry. I had done some of the laundry in my house in Paris, but I had been out on gigs and doing things, so I had dirty clothes in my bag. I put them all in the wash now, although there must have been a few half-used clothes in there. I was too tired to try to separate them. Let's wash them all.
Then I had a good shower and washed thoroughly, changed my hair to the color of Magenta now, longer and very curly. Got dressed and went downstairs to find some food. The men were already in the kitchen cooking, and Samuel seemed to make a chocolate cake for dessert.
I went to the table, and Adam started carrying food to the table, and Bran brought drinks. Samuel finished his cake and then put it in the fridge to chill while we ate. Now I was a good girl and waited until the table was set and everyone had their food before them. I could hold on that time.
Adam nodded, and we went to eat. Amazingly, Bran went along with this. In theory, because he was the Marrok, he could have eaten first or could have insisted he was at the end of the table, but not now.
I ate a greasy, perfect steak and enjoyed the food again so much. Well, at the gigs and when I was doing my thing, I ate what I could. When this new thing that I would take over, I would need to be in top shape, so I focused on eating now. The gym would be another place I would come to spend time, preferably with a partner. I would need to develop my fighting skills and fitness as well.
Bran tried to ask me a lot about my network, and I said, "It's not even a proper network yet. Don't worry about it. I'll just collect numbers if I need to."
Bran grunted and said, "You must have quite a few European werewolves in there; just remember, little girl, they are a lot rougher and not as polite as you might be used to in America."
Adam said, "Don't worry, Bran, the flea, Mimi's nickname; she's got all the toughest guys wrapped around her little fingers, and the naughty medical establishment is getting a kick out of it. She gives those wolves something else to do but fight among themselves. She gives them a common enemy, and that keeps things calm again, so the unrest is considerably calmed here, too."
Bran nodded and said, "I know not everyone wants to talk to me, but I'd appreciate it if you'd try to get someone to contact me. I'm in this too, and I have the resources to help in Europe, too,"
Adam said before I could reply anything." I'm Mimi's second in command, so talk to me, not the boss. I can keep the guys in line there."
Bran seemed to be happy with this for now, and Adam said to me, "The boss will then come to my office after lunch, and you can bring me up to date with whatever problems there are so I can get back to doing what I'm supposed to do and not just fuck for two fucking months. The party wasn't supposed to last that long, but it just got out of hand,"
I didn't reply. I finished my meal, and Samuel brought his chocolate cake; we ate that, too, and it was really chocolatey. That was enough. I needed no more. Adam looked at me expectantly, and I put my dish away. Bran looked at me for a moment and then went into the study.
I followed Adam into his study and was interrogated for four hours while I got my laptop and brought Adam up to speed on the job. He was very specific, and it was really an interrogation. He asked me a few questions very many times, and I got to repeat the conversation word for word. He kept tapping away on his computer, and then he let me go. He took my laptop time to time and looked it thought. My phone as well. Cyber security. plus he took contact info from there.
There was a good gym, and I put myself in top shape. I went to the gym to train, and at first, I recruited Bran to be my fighting partner. Still, because I was too ruthless, too unpredictable, after four hours, Bran came up with some excuse that some pack needed his attention; I didn't bother to say that as pretender I have a pretty damn good lie detector, so I can tell when someone is lying.
I then went to the shower to eat, read for a while, and then continued, this time with Samuel. He was very lazy to fight, and it took a while before I got him annoyed enough to be properly tuned in to fight, but the same thing I was too much of a difficult opponent, and he didn't lie when told straight and left for the shower after five hours. He did not want to end in medbay to be patient after me.
That left just Adam, and he kept fighting and battling with me, teaching and learning at the same time. He watched me very closely and tried to anticipate, and that gave me even more of a challenge to learn to lie with my body language in a believable way. I kept my control on my rage whole time. Not let it take over. Then we finally hit the showers again, ate, had a little breather, and got on with it.
It was a full moon soon, so we went out for two nights to run in the pack and catch what we could again.
Well, I, with Mimosa, upped the ante a bit. It was early winter, and we knew there were a hell of a lot of bears around, so when we saw a huge fat male bear roaming around in the woods, we knew we had our prey.
I could feel Mimosa's vampire teeth coming out, and Mimosa was in the lead. We were stalking. The bear was so overfed and tired that it was easy as hell prey, and once we took this enormous male out of the game, the younger males would get to carry on the lineage when the time came.
It weighed about 400 kilos, and Mimosa got it dead, drank herself full of its blood, and then let me come out. I was naughty and howled, told the pack where I was, and soon, three wolves were trotting, coming out from the woods with their muzzles covered in blood in a self-satisfied state. They had taken down a big moose together, and then I was standing on top of an enormous bear.
Adam said in my head. "Oh well, we haven't had bear meat for a long time, and that's a very fatty and fat bear."
He and Samuel went to get the car while Bran sat calmly, keeping marrok force enough out so I did not growl or tried to defend my prey and watched me not to touch the prey. He told me that the pelt was going to be parked and the carcass hung, and he and Samuel would chop it up, and there would probably be enough meat to pack several houses.
I was a good girl and gave the pack our prey again.As I had no other choice. Mimosa slept on her back on my head with her belly full of blood and snoring. We returned to the house; I changed back to human and had a wash. I went to sleep for a while when I was tired; it had been a pretty hectic couple of days, and the rest was good.
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