Capítulo 36: Undercurrents
Emma drove Jean to her house this afternoon, ready for an active night. It wasn't Jean's first time in Emma's house during the last weeks. Upon arrival, she jumped on the soft sofa she so much loved and got ready to relax.
"I love this one".
"What are you doing? We're here to get dressed, not to laze around".
Jean sighed, but checking Emma's wardrobe wasn't something she'd ever be against.
"Come on, we have to get you something proper; you're always dressing like we're going to rob a bank whenever we go to work", Emma grinned.
Their last few scores had been easy, mostly favours. She owed some lifelong contacts some favours. Court proof, information brokering... they had to serve as bodyguards every so often. Annoying jobs she'd usually never do now that she worked for the Hellfire Club, but she partook in them for the sake of Jean's training, and they got paid equally.
Five jobs had netted the redhead who wasn't even an adult, a total of three million dollars.
It all started when she saw that Black Corvette Emma gifted to Ray. It made her feel an immense sense of jealousy towards Emma, who was a girl.
'I'm as pretty as her; I'm a mutant too... a telepath, so why can't I afford something like that?'.
If that wasn't enough, compared to Emma, who seemed to have suddenly awakened her telekinetic capabilities, Jean was a bit more proficient. It was then that she decided to get involved in this world.
It wasn't because she wanted to appeal to her crush; Jean genuinely thought her powers were being wasted, and there was no one better than Emma to show her the way forward.
Emma was initially reluctant. She thought Jean was too much of a 'good girl' and that she had to be truly stupid to nurture her enemy, considering they both had feelings for the same boy.
'Let her do what she wants, she's a good girl but not a stupid girl. I'm sure you both can benefit from each other's presence, give her a chance; I can't always be there for you two. It reassures me that you can have each other's backs if you're both working together.
Ray's convincing discourse with Emma that night, combined with a passionate kissing session, convinced her.
From that moment, the redhead officially became the blonde's disciple.
...
"I don't want them seeing my face, Emma… it's you that doesn't care." Jean went straight to the section where they had hats and face covers. She never wanted her identity to be known or her photo to be showcased on some TV screen depicting her as a criminal. She wouldn't be able to bear her parents' scourge.
But Emma didn't give a fuck. She pulled the balaclava away and smirked, "Tonight, we're attending a special kind of event, so don't even think about it. Your role tonight is to get all the attention while I move around inspecting the guest's minds and seeing what New York has in store for us".
Emma pulled a dress out of another wardrobe that immediately captivated Jean; it was black, one-piece, showing a lot of cleavage, and her lower waist exposed all the way down to the right foot, made to be worn with heels preferably.
Jean had never worn anything like that; she gulped audibly, wanting to wear it, but afraid to do so.
"I've never worn anything this revealing... yet glamorous".
"Just try it, we're more or less the same size but it may not fit you because you're so fat–"
"Shut up, I can get in here!" Jean's fear morphed into outrage. Emma snickered.
'Kids are so easy'.
Jean wore the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. To put the final nail in the coffin, Emma pulled out a pair of black design Louis Vuitton heels.
Jean wore them and stared at herself in the mirror, captivated and wondering what Ray would think if he saw her like that.
Emma hovered behind, holding her shoulders and exhaling a deep, warm breath into the redhead's ears. "You're beautiful; this is the sort of life you're supposed to be living. You're not a broke-ass girl from the woods of Brooklyn; you belong in Manhattan."
"..." Jean blushed, spun and stared at herself in shock, she didn't know she could be this beautiful.
"We've got four hours left before the party starts, so we can choose. Should we head out like this, or... do you want to get a proper hairstyle?".
"I-Isn't this good enough?" Jean fiddled with her hair, and she dried herself. It was a bit of a lacklustre job, but it was still decent enough.
Still, Emma's whispers were like the devil's tempting words.
"Why not when you can be even more gorgeous? I'll take a picture and send it to Ray so that he can see what he's missing~"
"That sounds... nice..."
"Then let's go~, but I'm giving you a dress and heels, so you're paying".
Jean stared at the blonde and smiled, "I can afford it now".
'It would be nice if mom and Annie were here; I could get it for them too...'
...
It was a life she never knew. Relaxation and luxury, still Jean didn't want to lose herself in it. Both she and Emma lay down while a pair of expert hair masters dried their hair in one of the most expensive spots in Manhattan, a place she could have never thought she'd ever be at.
"I told my mom the excuse that you said".
"Oh, so you lied, you're a bad girl~"
"It's all your fault".
"Didn't you say you wanted money? To chase after my boyfriend?" The lady tending to Emma's hair gasped but didn't say a word, she only sent a furtive glance to the other worked who was at the border of crying while listening to their conversation.
"It's not about that, not just about him anyway… it's about myself and my family. I thought about what you said…" Jean drifted.
"My family never supported me. You should at least be thankful you have a loving family and work accordingly." Emma said, trying to not bring up too much of her past, an annoyance.
"Yeah, that… but there are limits to this that we're doing, Emma… I won't kill anyone".
The hair master attending her flinched, and then Jean realised she had relaxed 'too much'.
Emma sighed, and with a simple look in her eyes, both ladies settled down and continued working normally.
'Girl...'
'S-Sorry!'
"Regarding that matter, so far, you haven't had to, if it comes to that… leave it to me".
"The things that Ray is doing… is it something like this?"
"It may be worse," Emma groaned, "Don't even mention him to me".
"Did you two have a fight?"
"We didn't… I just don't like that he goes places without telling me anything".
"Don't we do the same?"
"It's not the same, Jean!"
'How is it not the same?' Jean was confused; perhaps she wasn't woman enough to understand.
"If he asked me, I'd answer. But I have asked him, and he has evaded the question altogether. It makes me feel like he's cheating…"
"... but you said you don't mind–"
"If he's going to sleep around the least he can do is tell me who they are so that I can be ready!"
'She's not making any sense...' Jean deadpanned.
"Maybe he wants to keep us safe. You said he got Wilson Fisk to put some of his men to protect Mrs Veronica. Doesn't that mean he's taking your matter seriously?"
"I wanted the two of us to sort it out, not for him to fight Shaw alone".
"You're being foolish. You told him to do it, and now that he's doing it, you don't like it?!" The redhead couldn't take it anymore. She knew, being girls, they were supposed to contradict one another and, overall, not make any sense... but Emma was going too far.
Even the stylists shook their heads; she may be a lost cause.
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