Chapter 15 - If It Weren’t For You And Your Fake Shit

Stacey's POV:

Control, Stace…. Control…. Don’t kill the fucker…. She wanted it…. Keep it in…. You’re sorry, huh? For fucking her…. Who the fuck knows what you did to her? Son of a bitch! I need to go, or I’ll snap his fucking neck….

And I start walking as my heart is breaking thinking that my 'baby sister' got fucked by him.

Well, she’s still a kid in front of me. Judge me all you want. For me, she’ll always be 'the baby'. But I’ve freed her to live her life the way she wants, to taste real life, and do whatever. Yet, if you choose that, don’t expect for the other benefits, too. You stay under my protection you need to obey to some rules. You want out of it, those benefits are gone. I do think and care for her day in and day out, with my heart crying after her because she’s not under my wing any longer, but that’s that. I won’t force her under me. We all make choices as I did at her age. I made choices based on her wellbeing and future, she made them for her own life. It’s cool. I’m fine with it. As long as she’s happy to be trashed, who the fuck am I to interfere, right?

I haven’t been able to sleep all night. I tossed and sweated, took several showers, went on a high fever, collapsed in the fucking bathroom, and woke up at seven in the morning. Yeah…. Well, I fuck, too, right? Ha-ha!

In the mission, I got hit badly in my heart and stomach. No, I’m fine, but there are consequences of it. I needed to take several shots to be able to function and take in the new 'mission'. Which is a light mission compared to the other shit I’m usually dealing with but grating to my fucking nerves as this fucker is all that and he thinks he’s entitled to everything. I can’t fucking stand him.

My behavior? Well, yeah. I don’t give a shit. If you were to live my life, feel what I felt, and all that, to realize real world and real people, you become like me. I’m a woman, guys. You can’t deal with men with gloves and expect them to understand or respect you. No. You either 'fuck' them, or they 'fuck' you. And I’m not referring here to actual 'fuck'.

The world I’m living in, you need to impose yourself with balls, not with pussy.

And Brian whatever fucker? Why am I not showing respect and all that as he’s the one he is and the contractor? I’m not obliged to do so. Yeah, I’m not. And when I see that fucking stare of his and the attitude of I’m-the-fucker-of-the-world-with-the-entire-wealth-of-the-fucking-Universe against his perfect image and whatever, I would rip him off into pieces.

Yeah. Well, that’s just me. Other women are in orgasms at his sight as I’ve seen them when we got down the car, but I’m not. With anyone. If I would have to make a fucking choice in my life, I would isolate myself on a fucking island and just sleep and hear of no more world fuss around me for at least eleven years. I’m sick and tired of the world’s dirtiness and all that I’ve got to do to correct that.

I’m happy I’m able to do it and save lives, and eliminate bad fuckers around the world, but it’s so damn tiring and it leaves you with a bitter taste, not to mention of other 'delicacies' like I had last night. And no, those are at a low level compared to other situations. But anyways, I’m not regret anything. It’s 'normal' for me.

“Alexander?” Sam is pulling the chair for me to seat at the fucking table.

I do it without looking at him as my heart is giving signs of being shot at and I’m still with the fever reactions inside, though they are sealed outside. I look as normal as I can. I give him my shades, and he takes them.

“Say.” I’m leaning my back on the chair and cross my legs and arms, shutting my eyes to focus on my state.

He’s at my back with the other one, Carl. Yeah, they’re all dressed in suits and all, like official bodyguards are for high level people. I’ve always got the best under me. They’re with some heavy paychecks each month. Mine are higher. The 'objective' is coming in as I hear, and Sam is leaning to my left ear to whisper what he wants to say. I’m in same all as before, listening to him.

“We’ve requested the intel. It’s coming in shortly. He’s a big shot with connections everywhere. He’s 26. Money is never a problem for him, no matter the amount.”

The fucker is getting seated as I’m hearing the chair on the other side of the table. He’s silent.

“He’s feared and nobody actually reached to do something to him, but he’s got enemies. The guy earlier? He’s one of his sworn brothers.”

This is the moment when I open my eyes with an angry stare at Brian fucker who’s being served whisky and with same stare and attitude at me as before, leaned on his chair like a fucking emperor, and with that annoying smirk in the corner of his mouth.

I’m listening to Sam while the waiter is looking at me for my order.

“He’s the big boss though as he proved himself since seventeen when his father was shot to death and he needed to take his place.”

When I hear this, my heart is a bit shaken as it’s hard to lose a parent at that age and like that. I so fucking know the feeling…. But I don’t show it outside and I maintain same stare at him as before.

I give my order to the waiter while Sam is telling me.

“Iced Latte Macchiato, grapefruit juice with ice, and Belgian Chocolate gelato. Thank you.”

Yeah, I need iced things to contain my state and not go into another fever. I can’t eat other food because of my state. Brian fucker is raising his left eyebrow at me and concern flickers in his eyes, flushed with a serious grimace. The waiter leaves.

I so fucking hate you…. I would be in my break if it weren’t for you and your fake shit….

“He’s got a lot of scandals in the media, but the majority of them have been cleared by his PR.”

I’m closing my eyes again as I’m feeling the fever. No, I’m not trembling or something. Everything is inside. My heart is beating like an airplane is crashing into me in full speed. But I’m okay. I’m trained to cope with everything. No, no thoughts. I’m just absorbing the info and ignoring others.

“He’s known to be cruel if pissed off, but never does something without proper reasons. He’s clean in front of law and has tentacles deep rooted in official institutions. He’s not one to mess with without heavy consequences. And…he’s a tough one. Last capture? One month ago? He’s way above him in abilities. If we weren’t to catch the fucker first, he was on their list for elimination. That was the purpose of that meeting. Brian was going to end him for his conduit and crimes.”

Well, I now regret the mission as these guys would have killed him. We’ve just arrested him…. Anyways…. He’ll serve a lot of time for his criminal acts. He’s done per life. I made sure of it.

“The rest we’ll give to you upon receiving.”

I wave him off and he and Carl leave us alone. I sigh and the waiters are coming in with the orders.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

YOU! I SAID STOP CALLING ME LIKE THAT!