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M through R › Professional/Leon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,027
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1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Reasons
Chapter Two: Reasons
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Chapter Summery: Stansfield (Stan) finds out why Matilda thanked him for killing her family.
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Matilda sat at one side of a large table as the man with the dreadlocks that Stansfield had called, Blood, emptied what was inside the bag that sat on top of the pizza box. One by one, he pulled them out, saying them off as he placed them beside each other on the table.
“Nine milli. Bullets. And…another nine milli.” he finished. He leaned back and sighed. “What’d you plan to do with all these guns, huh?” he asked, looking at her from across the table.
“Maybe she was planning on taking out the whole building.” said another man who sat with his feet on the desk.
Blood opened the pizza box. “Holy shit. Look what we got here. Lunch.” he said, grabbing a piece of pizza and sitting back in his chair.
“Careful, Blood. Might be poison.” said the other man.
Blood shook his head. “Nah man, there’s no anchovies on this.” he said and took a bite.
Matilda sat in silence as Blood ate his slice of pizza and the other man watched her, never moving. She glanced at the clock, the ticking echoing in her ears. The minutes dragged on, making it seem like she had been there for hours. Blood was reaching for another slice when the door opened and Stansfield came into her line of view. He grabbed the slice of pizza from Blood as he went to take a bite and threw it into the pizza box. He nodded towards the door, silently telling them to get out. Once they were alone, Stansfield sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair. He brought his hands together in front of his mouth and thought for a moment, staring at the young girl in front of him.
“Why thank me?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
“I told you why.” Matilda replied.
“If I hadn‘t killed your family…why would you have had to?” he asked, still watching her, a small smile forming behind his fingers.
“I have my reasons.” she replied, meeting his stare.
Stan took this time to notice that the hair covering her face disguised a nasty looking bruise that seemed to take over half her face. “Then why…” he started as he stood up and walked over to the table and looked down at the guns and bullets. “Bring all this if you were here to thank me?” he asked, glancing at her through his eyelashes.
“Precaution.” she said shortly.
“Precaution.” Stan repeated giving a gently chuckle. He picked up one of the guns, turning it over in his hand. “You know,” he started and aimed it at a wall. He relaxed his arm and looked at the gun again before setting it down.
He looked over the items on the table then walked towards her. Stopping behind her, her placed his hands on her shoulders. He moved her hair to one side and pushed aside the straps of her tank top. He traced small circles on the bare skin and leaned down to whisper in her ear, sending chills through her.
“I like…the way you think.” he finally finished.
Matilda closed her eyes, trying not to shiver when she felt his breath on her neck. His eyes caught the bruises on her face, and he frowned. Reaching up, he brushed his finger tips against the discolored flesh. He pulled his hand back slightly, hesitating when she flinched. Matilda swallowed the lump in her throat and closed her eyes as tears started to force their way out. Stan watched her carefully, noting the pained expression. He brushed more of her hair to her other shoulder. The bruising continued down her neck and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed it before in the bathroom. He traced the bruises with his finger tips, barely touching her. He looked at her again. She had opened her eyes and was staring at the floor and he could tell she was trying not to cry. Licking his lips, he leaned down, and sniffed. His eyes fluttered closed a moment before he opened them again, watching her. She smelled like apples and cinnamon. He licked his lips again. Matilda closed her eyes and held in a small gasp when his lips brushed against her bruised skin.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and he gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging firmly into her skin. He kissed her neck a bit harder, drawing a moan from her. He kept his eyes on her and smirked when her breathing picked up. He kissed the crook of her neck before gently sucking the same place. Licking his lips, he smiled when she whimpered at the loss of touch.
He traced the bruises again, his smile faltering. “Is this why, sweetheart? Because they hurt you?” he asked placing a kiss just behind her ear. “Is that your reason, angel?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.
Matilda closed her eyes and sniffled, lowering her head. Her hair fell back in front of her face and Stan reached to pull it back behind her shoulders. The door opened and Blood walked in.
“Stan, there’s a call on…” Stan stood up straight, pulling his gun out and shooting just left of Blood’s head. “Jesus fucking Christ, man!” Blood yelled, his eyes wide.
“I’M BUSY!” Stan yelled, dragging out the syllables, his face turning red. Matilda flinched as he yelled, still standing behind her.
“S…sorry, man. J…just thought you’d want to take the call. It’s about the pick up tonight.” Blood said then quickly left.
Stan let out a deep breath. He placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it lightly before walking away, dragging his hand across her back. “Excuse me, angel.” he said walking towards his desk. He set his gun down on his workspace and picked up his phone, hitting the flashing button.
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Chapter Summery: Stansfield (Stan) finds out why Matilda thanked him for killing her family.
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Matilda sat at one side of a large table as the man with the dreadlocks that Stansfield had called, Blood, emptied what was inside the bag that sat on top of the pizza box. One by one, he pulled them out, saying them off as he placed them beside each other on the table.
“Nine milli. Bullets. And…another nine milli.” he finished. He leaned back and sighed. “What’d you plan to do with all these guns, huh?” he asked, looking at her from across the table.
“Maybe she was planning on taking out the whole building.” said another man who sat with his feet on the desk.
Blood opened the pizza box. “Holy shit. Look what we got here. Lunch.” he said, grabbing a piece of pizza and sitting back in his chair.
“Careful, Blood. Might be poison.” said the other man.
Blood shook his head. “Nah man, there’s no anchovies on this.” he said and took a bite.
Matilda sat in silence as Blood ate his slice of pizza and the other man watched her, never moving. She glanced at the clock, the ticking echoing in her ears. The minutes dragged on, making it seem like she had been there for hours. Blood was reaching for another slice when the door opened and Stansfield came into her line of view. He grabbed the slice of pizza from Blood as he went to take a bite and threw it into the pizza box. He nodded towards the door, silently telling them to get out. Once they were alone, Stansfield sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair. He brought his hands together in front of his mouth and thought for a moment, staring at the young girl in front of him.
“Why thank me?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
“I told you why.” Matilda replied.
“If I hadn‘t killed your family…why would you have had to?” he asked, still watching her, a small smile forming behind his fingers.
“I have my reasons.” she replied, meeting his stare.
Stan took this time to notice that the hair covering her face disguised a nasty looking bruise that seemed to take over half her face. “Then why…” he started as he stood up and walked over to the table and looked down at the guns and bullets. “Bring all this if you were here to thank me?” he asked, glancing at her through his eyelashes.
“Precaution.” she said shortly.
“Precaution.” Stan repeated giving a gently chuckle. He picked up one of the guns, turning it over in his hand. “You know,” he started and aimed it at a wall. He relaxed his arm and looked at the gun again before setting it down.
He looked over the items on the table then walked towards her. Stopping behind her, her placed his hands on her shoulders. He moved her hair to one side and pushed aside the straps of her tank top. He traced small circles on the bare skin and leaned down to whisper in her ear, sending chills through her.
“I like…the way you think.” he finally finished.
Matilda closed her eyes, trying not to shiver when she felt his breath on her neck. His eyes caught the bruises on her face, and he frowned. Reaching up, he brushed his finger tips against the discolored flesh. He pulled his hand back slightly, hesitating when she flinched. Matilda swallowed the lump in her throat and closed her eyes as tears started to force their way out. Stan watched her carefully, noting the pained expression. He brushed more of her hair to her other shoulder. The bruising continued down her neck and he wondered how he hadn’t noticed it before in the bathroom. He traced the bruises with his finger tips, barely touching her. He looked at her again. She had opened her eyes and was staring at the floor and he could tell she was trying not to cry. Licking his lips, he leaned down, and sniffed. His eyes fluttered closed a moment before he opened them again, watching her. She smelled like apples and cinnamon. He licked his lips again. Matilda closed her eyes and held in a small gasp when his lips brushed against her bruised skin.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and he gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging firmly into her skin. He kissed her neck a bit harder, drawing a moan from her. He kept his eyes on her and smirked when her breathing picked up. He kissed the crook of her neck before gently sucking the same place. Licking his lips, he smiled when she whimpered at the loss of touch.
He traced the bruises again, his smile faltering. “Is this why, sweetheart? Because they hurt you?” he asked placing a kiss just behind her ear. “Is that your reason, angel?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.
Matilda closed her eyes and sniffled, lowering her head. Her hair fell back in front of her face and Stan reached to pull it back behind her shoulders. The door opened and Blood walked in.
“Stan, there’s a call on…” Stan stood up straight, pulling his gun out and shooting just left of Blood’s head. “Jesus fucking Christ, man!” Blood yelled, his eyes wide.
“I’M BUSY!” Stan yelled, dragging out the syllables, his face turning red. Matilda flinched as he yelled, still standing behind her.
“S…sorry, man. J…just thought you’d want to take the call. It’s about the pick up tonight.” Blood said then quickly left.
Stan let out a deep breath. He placed a hand on her shoulder and patted it lightly before walking away, dragging his hand across her back. “Excuse me, angel.” he said walking towards his desk. He set his gun down on his workspace and picked up his phone, hitting the flashing button.