Bab 37: 37. Why Did It Have To Be Me?
Mariella watched from the beginning when they entered the room as Mimi tried to be secretive, put papers away, and turned off the screen as she passed by. The entire room was a mess. There was Mimi's work stuff all over the room. Her guns, safety gear, explosives even, and it was quite obvious that Miss had pulled mission after mission. Mariella noticed from Mimi's expression this was not Mimi, this was a flea and she was onto something, probably next mission and soon.
Mariella knew that her's and Mimi's husband, who was a strong fucking telepath and no doubt had originally snatched some idea from Mimi's mind when he had thought after a wild sex session to go looking for a flea at work again. When Mimi was actually in the house. Damon had not been too happy when he had noticed that Miss pulled missions, but he had focused on Mariella and wolves too.
They'd met the wolves, whose ribs were already a little full. The gestation period would be eight weeks, and it had already been five. They were over halfway through. Damon had been very protective of both of them, and Mariella somehow sensed that Damon would want to spend the last three weeks watching the wolves pretty closely. The wolves were amazed and happy because now they could feel the pups inside them. They liked to be pregnant, and this was not a bad thing for them at all. Wolves would be actual mothers of these pups, at least wolf cubs. Damon was thrilled.
I didn't know how long I'd been working until I glanced at my phone while eating. Oh, five weeks. Well, the plan was getting pretty fucking ready, and I was already so damn tuned into the whole gig. I had pulled quite many missions and soon I was ready to get back to base once I got these last things to do. Only this mating couple came by and disturbed me a bit, with a food tray, of course. I had actual hunger too, and I ate on bases when I got a chance. This was just supposed to be a fast stopover, a day or two, most before I got to this gig.
Mariella said, " Yes, you, Mimi, are a real workhorse, but the wolves are already so wonderfully pregnant, so Damon has now been a bit more involved in everyday life for the last three weeks. And you know we will only have eight weeks to carry them. Just think how many litters we could make in a year."
I mumbled something in response, as I had a mouthful of food. I was focused on my work. Breeding was the last thing on my mind right now. My mind reeled over the upcoming mission as I tried to eat when goddamn Salvatore emptied the freaking fridge on my tray. I just thought that Damon could watch the wolves from his bed.
Damon crouched down next to me and said, "Mimi, telepath, strong. If you wouldn't mind talking so loud, I wouldn't have to knock you up without a heat. As you can see, if I can get the wolves pregnant, I can get you pregnant. You can be sure of that, so don't be a pain in the ass. And once you are firmly knocked up, buns are into the oven, no more missions, and no more working either."
Fine. We don't want to make any offspring. We kept our thoughts very neutral, going over the list of things that I needed.
I finished eating at last, watched as Damon collected all the dishes on a tray, and then teleported away.
Mariella stayed in the room, and I said, " Aren't you going to follow him?"
I was quite eager to get on with things. I was on to prowl, so to speak.
Mariella said, " No, Damon will be right back. He's just checking on the wolves. They are his offspring in there. I could feel them moving slightly. It was so sweet and how Damon purrs at them. He is the perfect father, a perfect male."
I kept my mind on my work. I watched as Mariella went and sat down on one of the comfortable sofas and enjoyed herself. Yes, that couch was enjoyable as it was a lounge couch for Damon and me from the Chicago house. I wasn't gonna go over to knots if Damon would come and cuddle with her. I was not in that mood at all.
Mariella stroked the sofa for a moment and said, " You know what, Mimi? It's a damn good thing you cleared out so much stuff from the Chicago house. This sofa is lovely. Damon will probably appreciate this being left."
I sighed. My sanctuary had been robbed from me by Damien and no one else. I had planned that I would have kept the Chicago house as my own house, but it was not meant to happen, not in the slightest.
What Charles had told me about the Chicago house had sent shivers down my spine. Damien had invaded it, made a shed of the entire living room and our bedroom, what Damon had done to us. That's where Damien had put the CPAP machine. And it had been close that I'd gone in there.
The house was so full of earth metals that I would have collapsed at the door and been completely helpless. Damon had burned the entire house to ashes. There was no other choice. The firemen had then marveled at the piles of metal found inside the ashes.
It had been the end of an era. This whole damn thing had been one never-ending end of so many things and new starts and, as Chaos, this was something I did not like or was familiar with. Change, it had never been, and I needed to find some way to cope, and working seemed to be a good option except I had these distractions in my study, called The Mating Couple. But I kept myself under control, as always.
That was another thing Damien robbed me of. But after the last treatment, I wasn't going after him. I was going after Sark. This institution would go down, and I would be there myself. I started thinking about it again from different angles, and Mariella came over, sat in one chair, and watched me for a while.
She said, "Mimi. You seem to have a fantastic gig coming up, but let Damon help. He's so much more methodical and analytical, so maybe he sees things a bit differently. He doesn't want you to go out there and risk yourself for strangers. He is not thrilled when you have been working for weeks and have not told him about your missions. He wants to keep you safe, too. "
I looked at Mariela and said, "Damon doesn't want me to work. That's obvious. But these gigs work out because I do them my way, unexpectedly. You can't be too sensible about these things. I have my way of doing these missions and even if it goes some way. There is always something new. They react to us and we react to them. It is a kind of twisted dance. "
Damon came into the room, quite silently, and said, " Baby, think about it, or let me tell you how the gig goes; I'm not spying on your head. You have three teams: the breakers, the rescuers, the movers, and then the snipers. How many jobs have you done with the same formula? Sark already knows your M.O. I will not finish the job when you know it yourself. Either you come up with a whole new modus operandi or let someone else do the job."
I said, "But it works. In this kind of work, you have to be able to react, plan ahead, and focus on the mission. My style works always and if there is a hitch, we learn and we adapt, like always. "
Damon grunted. He looked at me and started then clear my room. Teleporting my gear somewhere. I said nothing and even though this was a slight delay; I had plenty of gear on my bases. I had taken my satellite pictures, and I was looking through them, trying to ignore them and hoping that these two would go away.
Mariella said to Damon in her mind, "Darling, Mimi is on the prowl. Now Constantine told me about her dark finder radar and how Sark is always showing up on it. Can we do anything about it or will you let her go on that mission where she is so clearly gearing up? I know you want to focus on wolves, not Mimi, but if you can look at the mission through and tell me that there is no bigger danger for her. I mean, I can see the future, but if I need to look through all 1345675324740 and more possibilities and more to see, nothing bad is happening to her this time.."
Damon said, "Fine, I can look through those papers and feeds and tell my opinion on the young lady and if it is necessary to do something so she won't go in there."
Damon came at me, to look at the papers for a moment, opened the screen, and looked at it for a few moments, and I saw that in his head, things were arranged in a completely different way.
He looked at me for a moment and said, " One thing's for sure, you're not going in there because there are traps designed for you. At least three. "
I was shocked. How the fuck did he see them?
I got my voice working and said, "Please husband of mine, care to elaborate?"
Damon explained, " This doorway here, you see, look, this is too thick to be a normal door frame. I'm guessing this spot is some kind of barrel, and whatever it shoots, I don't know. Then all the guards have new armor that protects the neck too, harder to break and see, taser sticks embedded in the sleeves. You'd be down for attacking one of those. And then look at Sark. He's got a belt and a little spray bottle, and I swear that's the same gas Damien drugged you with at the gala. Are you starting to think you're not going? These were just quick observations, and I don't think they're the only ones. "
I was quite amazed. Damon took a flank syringe in his hands and looked at me. I was a good girl and got off and walked to sit on the couch.
Damon guided me away from the chair, collected pretty much all my papers, and went to make a phone call. He went outside to talk, and I sat back in my chair. Then I saw Damien. He was talking to Sark. They were looking for some drugs and some injector-type of things, too.
I said to Mariella, " Come and have a look. Do you recognize him?"
Mariella looked for a moment and said, "Damien?"
I nodded. I said," It is good to see also how he looks so you can keep an eye, and warn also witches from the magic house as they are potential victims too."
Now, I was not going there. Half an hour later, Damon came back and rushed me out of the chair. He worked on my computer for a while, and the surveillance feeds disappeared.
Damon said, "There's going to be about 30 bloodthirsty, very strong vampires going into that facility who will know the difference between who gets eaten and who doesn't. You see, Mimi, no one expects vampires to attack there. They're waiting for the flea and his team. Damien and Sark. I saw him, too. No need to dance around when we can get a little more action. They will see that everyone gets safe and everything will be destroyed or robbed. "
I said, "Fine, I'm not going to that gig, but I've got plenty of work to do, so I'll just get on with it."
Damon looked at me for a long time and said, " Come on, take a break. You don't have to work all the time. No more missions. For now, at least a young lady. Look, I know the contacts, and I have my network just like you, but now it's time to connect to the networks. I just set it up."
He came closer to me as he explained." Every country will have its chief, leader, or more than one. And they will run all the affairs of that country. The hit squads, the sniper squads, all the countries are working together, but now it's time to put a little bit more than just you to work. I've already set this thing up, so there's nothing you can do. You'll find out for yourself that after a while, you'll be out of a job. When everyone is doing their own thing and not waiting for ready answers from you."
I sighed and put down my laptop. Fine, let's go make some food. As I walked out of the room, I went upstairs, called a few people, and got myself a PR gig from one bakery, So I went there and went to bake. As I said, I certainly didn't notice Damon and Mariela too much, as I was baking quite diligently. I came by the house in the evening and I left for work early in the morning. And I cooked. I'd finished several brand-new dishes there, and I just noticed that another week had gone by. I could cook savory or bake sweet too. Mimosa and Shadow were now clearly pregnant and thrilled about it. Let them be so I won't have to. Not at all.
It was a splendid thing because it meant that Damon would have females who wanted to breed with him, and he wouldn't have to keep pestering me about it.
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