Chapter 13 - Baby Means Business

Brian's POV:

“I didn’t think otherwise, buddy. I’m a bad bitch, but not that bad to endanger lives.”

She’s looking at him, and now back at me.

“Only those that irreparably cross boundaries.”

I’ll so cross them all, baby…. You’re my woman. He, he, he….

“Sam?” He answers without delay at her back while she’s checking me out from head to toes and back.

Yeah, a slow scan of my entire person, moving her head to assess me.

“Our objective seems well-built in muscles.”

You don’t say, love…. Ha-ha! I’m well-built in my all, baby angry….

They’re all grinning at her back. I’m with my eyes on my bad baby in same smirk and previous all.

“While I’m not with the 'objective', you guys will go places with him along with his people. You’re my eyes and ears in my absence. If one muscle fiber of the 'objective' is even scratched, you’ll have same done on you by yours truly. Though I’m not even a 'tad' fond of this entire 'fake' shit, we have the contractual duty to protect the 'objective' and kill threats around him if necessary.”

She’s looking straight into my eyes from under those shades, with her top killer icy grimace, owning a voice to match. She’s in her official persona now. My heart is pounding, and my being would pounce on her. Everything is accelerating in my body while listening to her and ogling at her, contemplating on my self-control as I fucking have none to be frank.

“To be able to hire the best in our agency, he does have importance and connections. Against my reactions and attitude towards the 'objective', you all have the obligation to serve respect and submission to him in my 'absence' or 'presence' and serve and protect with the cost of your lives as in any other mission. Whatever business talks or private meetings the 'objective' has 'will' remain under confidentiality, but not to my ears during our contract with him. Heard he’s someone important in Mafia. We’re not here for that. It’s none of our 'actual' business what he does or speaks. If he would become a future mission as a target from our agency, that’s another situation. But whatever goes during our stay, will 'not' be considered evidence against him. Once we install our asses in whatever place he has for us, I want a full assessment of employees, surroundings inside-out, and the rest of the procedure. I want a list with all his friends, connections, enemies.”

Baby means business, and the fuckers take note of everything with some straight stances like she’s with her eyes on them…. They’re afraid of her even when she’s not looking at them…. Baby Angry is something indeed….

“A full report of his businesses local and not local and his partners. Start with the closest and longest relationships. He 'will' provide 'full' cooperation for the success of the mission on that as 'his' life is at stake, and 'none' of our findings will become 'officially' recorded against him.”

Fair enough, love. You have to start knowing me, too… My baby love….

“Oh! Yeah….” She’s in a move of her head per her words and rounds another checking me up with a vicious smile.

Oh? Ha-ha! She’s so driving me crazy….

“And a list with his past and present 'girlfriends' or 'night lovers'. We don’t know whom he has pissed off, and whose daughter or protégé is that person. Some women have tools of revenge as well if they get 'just' fucked.”

Ha-ha! Jealous, love? Of course she isn’t…. I can see she’s not giving a fuck on me…. Yet…. Mmm…. It’s just the beginning, baby…. Damn! She’s so iced in her all, but so fucking fiery…. I WANT MY BABY! Jesus….

I’m the same at her as before, listening and all that, but you don’t fucking want to know what kind of heats I own, how my heart is struggling to cope with everything, and…how the rest of my body reacts at her…. I’m so fucked and out, but still standing. I’m narrowing my I-want-to-fuck-you-right-now stare at her as I can’t fucking help it.

“Let’s have breakfast, baby.” I’ve just caught her right hand that was aiming my face.

She’s Angry Baby at some insane levels from her face with some inviting pursed lips.

He, he, he…. Man! Don’t provoke me, baby…. I want those….

The others behind her make the step with worry for her to not snap.

“Well, get used to it, baby, it’s only natural. I’m going to behave and treat you like I would my real fiancée.”

“Alexander! Calm down….” That’s Sam fucker….

She will, in due time….

Yeah, she’s itching to use her other hand, and tossing this one in mine to let go. She’s contracted and flaming under her nostrils at me.

“Let go. We’ll see about that. Now!” She’s speaking through her teeth.

I’m biting my lower lip, mesmerized by her lips, take a deep breath to be able to, and I now let go.

“Move aside!” She pushes me aside, and gets in the car, cursing me.

We will, baby…. We will…. FUCK! I’m in disruptions…. Shit….

I release a prolong sigh and get inside the car. She’s sitting almost glued to the other side, with her arms crossed, leaned with her back, moving her lips in curses.

Her team goes to the cars with a bit of relief from their faces. They’ve probably expected her to react in a worse way. Well, when you are one like her, you do impose your own rules, as she’s having all it takes to enforce it if necessary. This little baby Angry is just like me…. He, he, he….

If I weren’t the 'contracted objective', I’m sure she would beat the shit out of me from how she is in her all. She’s in pain to not react per her instincts…. Ha-ha!

You Angry Baby…. My Angry Baby…. And I need to still keep away between limits…. For the moment…. SHIT!

Of course I’m in some cruel punishments right now! To want her with your all, after one fucking month, and not be able to touch her?! YOU FUCKING EXPLODE! But I touched her hand…. He, he, he…. She’s so silky…. And cold at touch…. She’s not feeling well…. My baby….