Posts tagged “trouble

Her Champion: Chapter 23

Posted on 30/07/2013

metropolis

Tonio stiffened but forced himself to relax almost immediately. “Neecy’s the kinda woman to do dirt in your face and then smile, expecting you to think she’s sweet.  She’s not someone you need to be hangin’ with, Bekah..”

Bekah scoffed lightly, barely batting an eyelash when his shoulders tensed. “Trust me, the last thing I wanna do is hang out with that…” she paused, searching for an appropriate word to call the thorn in Tamar’s flesh and hers. “Creature.”

“Good,” he said relaxing more completely. “Why do you want to know what I know about her?” The moment he asked the question he remembered Neecy coming to him with concern that Dylan was being “ruined” by Tamar. “She been causing you problems?” he asked with a deceptive calm.

Bekah shook her head, processing everything from Tonio’s reaction to his cryptic words. It seemed Neecy was more than just a harmless pest. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“That’s a yes. Let me see if I’ve got this right. Neecy’s been causin’ problems and instead of telling somebody, you two decided to move out and Ramsey has no clue?”

Bekah muttered a curse and slanted a glare his way. “And he won’t, if you keep your mouth shut.” She scowled at him. “I don’t want to have to get rid of you.”

“No offense but Ramsey’s a lot scarier than you and he will kill me if he finds out I knew and didn’t tell him.”

Bekah rolled her eyes, unmoved by his concern. “I don’t care if he’s Dylan the Terrible. If you breathe even a letter of this to him, I’ll personally make your life a living nightmare.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t want any more trouble than is necessary. Involving Dylan or you in a bloodbath between Neecy and I is not necessary. I’m handling this, so back off.”

“Moving out is handling it? If anything you showed her she can get away with it and she’s not gonna back off. He has a right to protect his girl, Bekah. And if whatever it is was bad enough for you to move, he’s definitely got the right to step in.”

She stared at him, her jaw clenched so tight. “Like I said, Yates… Back off.” Visibly annoyed, she pushed off the couch and moved to unpack another box. “Break’s over, you two!” she bellowed impatiently, her movements jerky as she pulled out items from the cardboard box.

Tonio rose to his feet just as quickly and grabbed her arm. “I won’t say anything to him. For now. If she touches either of you, all bets are off. And you will tell me anything that happens. Understood?” Them moving would keep Neecy off their backs a little. Dylan had a right to know but he also knew how his best friend would respond. This wasn’t anything Dylan needed on his plate right then. No, he’d handle it and there would never be a problem.

With one quick glance at his hand gripping her arm, Bekah dragged her eyes to look up at him. Her jaw loosened but she still glared up at him. “If anything happens,” she clipped out and pulled her arm from his grip. “Now get back to work. No lunch until we finish this room.” She glanced over at the empty hallway and frowned. “Guys, come on!”

“Keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles. By the way, I think there’s a labor law or something against that,” he said easily aware of Dylan and Tamar coming down the hallway.

Bekah scoffed. “Stop complaining or no lunch for you, Yates.” She glanced up just as Tamar and Dylan walked in. “It’s about time. Forget we have work to do?”

Tamar frowned slightly even though her face tingled from Dylan’s affection. She noted Bekah’s open scowl and snuck a look at Tonio before returning her gaze back to her cousin. “Is everything alright in here?” she wandered over to one of the boxes.

“Everything’s fine. Let’s get everything unpacked so these guys can go on with their day…” Bekah knew she wasn’t very good at hiding any emotions and at this point, she didn’t care to.

Dylan’s brow furrowed and he shared a look with Tonio over Tamar’s head. Tonio just smirked and shook his head before bending over a box to unpack.  Dylan’s frown only deepened. Bekah was clearly upset and despite his smile, Tonio wasn’t unaffected. He shrugged it off. They’d talk later.

Boxes unpacked and items placed in built-in shelves and closet spaces in the apartment, Bekah’s smile slowly returned. She had already pushed away her concerns that Tonio would tell Dylan about their conversation and focused on making sure Tamar felt secure in their new place. Tugging at Tamar’s frizzy ponytail, she smiled at her cousin. “Everything in its rightful place, Princess?”

Tamar smirked at Bekah and nodded. “Thank you.” She reached down and squeezed Bekah’s hand.

Bekah nodded with a gentle smile before turning to the two young men before them. “Alright, like we promised… Let’s talk payment.” She rubbed her dusty hands together, her eyes focused on Dylan. Since their confrontation earlier in the day, she hadn’t looked Tonio’s way for the entire afternoon.

“I’ll make the sandwiches now, if you two are hungry,” Tamar offered with a sweet smile at the two men.

“Tamar and I have already hashed out my payment plan. You just need to take care of my man here,” Dylan thumped Tonio’s back. “We’ll take sandwiches for the bonus.”

Bekah sniffed, still not looking Tonio’s way. “If you insist.” She walked to the kitchen and quietly gestured Tamar to follow.

Tamar bit back a smile and gave Dylan an apologetic look before shuffling after Bekah. “You okay?” she whispered once they were alone.

“Of course,” Bekah muttered, untwisting the bread wrapper. “You?”

Tamar grinned openly now, reaching inside the paper bag for the pack of turkey slices. “Dylan asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Bekah chuckled lightly, peeking from the corner of her eye to see Tamar’s girlish twinkle. “It’s about time… I thought you already were.”

“It’s official now.” Tamar paused, leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to be happy like this. It’s kinda scary.”

Her fingers stilled over the slices of bread. “You have a right to be happy, Tamar.” She turned her full attention to her cousin, her brow furrowed in concern. “It’s perfectly okay to be happy. Don’t be scared of it.” In her mind, Bekah resolved to handle Neecy once and for all.

Tamar nodded and opened the packet, placing turkey slices onto the bread. “I won’t. Dylan is good to me. I’m happy.”

“And that’s good.” Bekah released a sigh and the two reverted to silence, occupied with their own private thoughts.

Once the sandwiches were stacked and wrapped, the two returned to the living room and Tamar smiled at the two of them. “Thanks for helping us move in. Really, we appreciate it.” She placed a wrapped sandwich in Dylan’s hand and remained by his side.

Bekah held out Tonio’s sandwich to him. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

“You know it was my pleasure, pretty girl,” Dylan assured with a quick kiss to her temple.

Tonio tipped Bekah’s chin with a finger. The thanks was for more than moving in and a part of him warned he would live to regret his agreement. Even with that warning in his mind, he met her eyes and let their fingers brush as he took the sandwich from her. “You’re welcome.”

Tamar noticed the exchange between Tonio and Bekah and tucked in a smile. She’d have to talk to her cousin once the two guys left. Snuggling in Dylan’s side, Tamar allowed herself to relax in his arms. Today was a good day.

Bekah stepped back and walked back to the kitchen to clean up the mess made from prepping the sandwiches. She refused to think about the tingles that ran up her arms when Tonio’s fingers brushed hers.

Tonio turned to Dylan and Tamar with his usual grin. “I’ll give you a minute or twenty to say goodbye to the missus,” he teased saluting Dylan with his sandwich. “Maybe you should’ve taken notes just now.”

Tamar laughed softly and nudged Dylan. “We’ll do better.” She lifted her face to him and placed a soft kiss against his chin. “Goodnight.” Then she moved away from him, her eyes glistening with mischief.

“She’s lying. We’ve already settled for failing this one.” He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist and draw her back to him. “That was not a proper goodnight.”

Tonio just laughed as he started for the door. “Don’t take all night. See you later, Tamar.”

Tamar waved at him before settling back against Dylan’s chest. “Don’t keep your friend out. I’ll see you soon.” She framed his face with her hands and reached on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

“If you knew how many times he’s kept me out, you wouldn’t be on his side.” His hands rested on her hips, drawing her up that intimate inch. “Much better,” he praised against her lips.

Her breath hitched as he pulled her in and her arms inched up his shoulders, hooking her fingers around his neck. Tamar angled her mouth under his, closing her eyes to revel in the feel of him.

He felt it when she let go and abandoned herself to the kiss. He groaned softly and tried to remember that Tonio was waiting on him as he took the kiss deeper.

She shifted closer, loving the warmth exuding from him and smiled against his lips. Then she slowly eased back, gazing up at him. “I’m going to love being your girlfriend…” she whispered gently before placing a series of fleeting kisses against his mouth.

Her words drew a genuine smile from him. He didn’t even complain when she drew back. “I’m glad you’re prepared.”

Tamar shrugged, sliding her hands along his arms. “I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t.”

His smile faded. “I didn’t mean that way. We’ll keep it as drama free as possible.”

She nodded solemnly. “I know.” Lifting a hand to curve against his cheek, Tamar smiled encouragingly at him. “What did you mean by prepared?”

He covered her hand with his. “I was thinking about you being prepared to be spoiled, have a good time. That kinda thing.”

Tamar giggled softly. “Hmm, I can live with that. Will you let me spoil you too?”

The question gave him pause. He hadn’t really thought about it in reverse. “I guess you’re going to insist?”

She moved back into his arms and nipped at his bottom lip before leaning back. “I have my ways of convincing you.”

“And somehow everybody thinks I’m the Casanova. I’m onto your game you know.”

“I learn from the best,” Tamar answered cheekily and patted his muscled chest. Her fingers still itched to touch him but Tonio and Bekah were within hearing range so she stepped back fully. “Alright, get going.”

“I have to?” he asked playfully before leaning in to place one last peck on her lips. “Enjoy the new place. We’ll start payments soon.” And then he headed for the door before he could prolong the goodbye any further.

“Looking forward to it,” Tamar said quietly, watching Dylan’s broad shoulders and narrow hips as he strode to the door. She pushed herself forward to walk behind him, restraining herself from reaching for him again. He’d barely stepped away from her arms and she already missed him. “Bye…” she said, watching as he jogged down the steps and to the truck where Tonio waited. “Bye Tonio!” she called, waving with a wide smile.

“Ten minutes. I give it a C-,” Tonio greeted even as he waved at Tamar.

“It’s passing. I’ll take it.” They laughed as they climbed in the truck. As the laughter subsided, Dylan asked the question on his mind. “So what was that?”

Tonio would’ve played dumb with anyone else but he and Dylan had been through too much. “We know how to push each other’s buttons.”

Dylan was grateful for the red light as he shot Tonio a questioning look. Tonio wouldn’t even admit to having buttons and Bekah was pushing them? “Good buttons? Bad buttons? You gotta give me somethin’ here man.”

“Both. I don’t know. Not really planning to figure it out. We aren’t going to be around each other enough to bother.”

“Never heard you admit a girl gets to you.”

“I didn’t say that.” Dylan gave him a pointed look and he turned to look out the window. “I know you and Tamar have the whole couple thing going on but not everybody wants that so don’t start, alright?”

“Hey, I was the one who told you not to mess with her, remember?”

“Yeah, make sure you remember,” Tonio muttered, hoping that would be the end of all conversations about Bekah even though he knew it wasn’t.

 <<Chapter 22 || Chapter 24>>

SSP 3: Fading Shadows

Posted on 27/07/2013

kirin

Tierra peered worriedly at the small clock shaped like a black cat over her window. It was almost midnight and still no word from Master Hezek. He’d promised to tell her how his meeting fared with the elders that showed up earlier that evening but every time she glanced down at her phone, nothing happened. Were they giving him a hard time, or had he fallen asleep after escorting them out of the meeting hours ago?

She stood to her feet and picked up her phone, glaring at it. “Is this stupid thing even working?” she mumbled, turning it in her hands to study the front and back. Now that Yasser was home for a bit, maybe she could convince him to buy her a new phone before he headed back to Seattle. She pursed her lips, already imagining what her cousin would say and rolled her eyes. Shaking her head, she pressed a button on the phone and quickly dialed Master Hezek’s number. But before she could hit the call button, a number flashed on her screen.

Eyes widening in recognition, Tierra accepted the call and pressed the phone to her ear. “Brother Yasser, you kept your promise…”

“I told you I would,” he grunted and Tierra frowned at the chaotic noise in the background. “Are you still awake?”

“Uh-hmm,” Tierra replied, not bothering to speak further of the reason. She knew Yasser didn’t like when she spoke too much about Master Hezek. “Where are you? It’s noisy.”

“I’m by your neighborhood. Open the door in ten minutes,” he mumbled, his voice strained.

Tierra lifted the phone from her ear when the call disconnected before she could get another word in. Then she glanced around the small space filled with clutter. Her eyes widened as if just registering Yasser’s curt response that he was on his way over and she quickly dashed about the room, picking up her clothes.

As she wiped the surface of the counter top, a tell-tale knock on her front door sounded. Tierra tossed the rag into a small basket near the foot of her bed and ambled to the door. Pulling it open, she swallowed a gasp at the sight in front of her.

“Move,” Yasser groused, stepping around her into the small room.

Tierra numbly moved aside, gaping openly as the man stepped into the house, with someone slung over his back. She watched with her jaw slack as he turned his back to the empty bed and bending his knees, lowered the small person onto the bed. She finally came to her senses and closed the door before turning to face him again. “Brother…”

“Shh!” he replied in a low tone, peering down at the figure lying unconscious on the twin mattress.

“Brother…” Tierra stepped forward, staring hard at the girl now occupying her bed, a thin veil draped over her head and shoulders. “Who is this?” she whispered, glaring at the sleeping girl from her dusty clothes to her bleeding ankles. “Who is she?”

Yasser grabbed Tierra’s arm and pulled her away from the bed to the door. “I want you to watch her for a little while.”

Tierra shook her head without thinking. Her brows furrowed deeply as she stared at the face of a man she hadn’t seen in almost a year. Even though she would do anything for this man, how could he bring a complete stranger to her home? Her eyes widened, jerking her attention back to the girl before returning it to Yasser. “Is she a fugitive?” She swallowed a groan when she saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “No,” she said firmly. “She can’t stay here!”

“She will and that’s final.”

Tierra scowled, jamming her hands to her sides. “In case you forgot, Brother, this is my house!”

“Shh,” Yasser said sharply, glancing down at the sleeping girl whose brow furrowed as if she was in pain. “Let her sleep.” Still holding onto Tierra’s arm, he tugged her away from the bed and toward the door, intent on speaking quietly so as not to rouse the girl awake. “Just do this favor for me.”

“Who is she?” Tierra asked, her voice as hard as her gaze.

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back in frustration, his dreaded ponytail whipping his broad shoulders. Then he looked down at her. “I can’t tell you right now. Just keep her with you. I’ll give you money to take care of her and yourself for a month.” His brows lifted, waiting for her to reject his generous offer.

Tierra inhaled sharply. “A month?!” When he scowled at her to keep quiet, she leaned in. “Are you crazy?” she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed. “Why would I keep a stranger in my house for a whole month?”

“Because I’m asking nicely,” Yasser responded simply and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. His brow furrowed slightly and he turned back to Tierra. “Look, I have to go now but I’ll be back.” He started for the door, not waiting for her to respond. “Take care of her for me. Please.”

“Where are you going?” Tierra whispered fiercely, shuffling after him as he pushed open the door and entered the hallway. “You can’t leave me with this girl. Yasser, com—” she gritted her teeth as his long legs carried him down the hallway and she watched his figure disappear into the shadows, leaving her to make sense of what just occurred on her own. Scowling into the empty darkness, Tierra reluctantly pulled the door close and slowly turned to face the sleeping form splayed across her mattress. Her night had just gone from bad to worst. Heaving a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and trudged back to the bed.

Quietly, she surveyed the girl’s sleeping frame, her brow furrowed at the thin, dusty blue veil that covered part of her face. Her scuffed-up jeans and cotton shirt were just as dusty and torn as if she’d barely survived a scuffle. Arms remained still at her side, bloody scratches marking her russet skin. One leg was curved under the other, the cloth over her knees was torn and bleeding. Not to mention her bare feet were badly cut with blood now staining the bed sheet under her.

Tierra scowled in annoyance, realizing just what Yasser had deposited in her house. This girl was now her responsibility and she couldn’t be more overwhelmed. Releasing a haggard sigh, Tierra turned toward the bathroom to find a clean rag.

A jabbing twinge at her shoulder lured Tierra to open her eyes and with the greatest hesitance, she pulled open her stiff eyelids. Bright sunlight pierced her vision and she squeezed her eyes shut again. The jabbing continued and Tierra groaned, her body screaming in protest for the interrupted sleep.

This time, the jabbing moved to her side and Tierra snapped her eyes open, moving her body from the intruder. Once her vision cleared, Tierra almost forgot to breathe. A heart-shaped face half masked by a thin veil with wide, dark eyes stared down at her. She blinked and the apparition mirrored her. Then she remembered last night and pushed out a deep breath of relief.

The girl made a face and moved away. Tierra slowly lifted her stiff body from the mattress and stared at the girl sitting cross-legged beside her, her face downcast. “You are awake?” Tierra asked hesitantly.

She nodded quietly and Tierra sighed with relief. The girl understood their native tongue.

“Are you in pain?” she asked in a soft voice, glancing down at the dressed wounds. Her fingers still hurt from working all night to clean her up.

This time, the girl didn’t respond. Instead, she drew in her bottom lip and squeezed her fingers into her palms.

“Yeah, stupid question,” Tierra mumbled to herself, watching in dismay as tears rolled down the girl’s cheeks. She felt like a terrible person for wanting to tell the girl to stop crying and instead turned her face away, feeling helpless and annoyed all at the same time. Why did Yasser ask her to babysit this little girl? “Who are you?” Tierra forced out, her tone hardening.

Again the girl refused to speak and just sat stiffly, her shoulders bowed as if to protect herself from being hurt.

“Look, you can’t stay here,” Tierra snapped. When the girl didn’t even look up, Tierra narrowed her eyes at her. “Where are you from?”

“America.”

Tierra’s blood went cold. She blinked at the girl, unsure if she heard her right. “Where?”

This time, the girl lifted her watery gaze to Tierra and repeated with her voice shaking. “America.”

“I don’t understand. Why are you here then? And why are you like this?” she gestured to the girl’s torn garments.

The girl lowered her head, shaking it solemnly. “I don’t know.”

Tierra snorted in disgust and pushed herself off the mattress, scowling when the girl stiffened at her abrupt movement. “Bathroom,” she answered curtly and pointed to the door across the room. “You need a bath and new clothes.” One quick glance at the cat clock, Tierra groaned inwardly. She was going to be late for work. Yasser, I will never forgive you for this.

When the girl hesitated from standing, Tierra clucked her tongue and glared down at her. “Get up now. I don’t have time to waste.” She watched with a stern gaze as the girl slowly rose to her feet, every movement arduous as if her body was still ridden with pain. “Use the bucket and soap. I will bring you clothes to wear,” she instructed firmly as the girl shuffled to the bathroom with her head bowed over her slumping shoulders.

Rue told herself not to cry, not to even breathe as she slowly lowered her bare bottom to the cold metal surface of the large, curved basin. Every nerve and muscle throbbed with excruciating pain as though someone had taken a hatchet to her body. Even her bones squeezed and stretched agonizingly. She clamped down her teeth against her bottom lip and pushed herself onto the basin.

Tears streamed down her face but she ignored it, lifting the plastic pail filled to the brim with cold water. Bracing herself, Rue closed her eyes and tipped the pail toward her. Inhaling sharply as the cold water hit her skin as if slicing it open, she clenched her teeth and drew blood from her lips.

Even though the bone-piercing pain that assailed her body almost sent her reeling, Ruelle was grateful for the momentary solace. At least it was better than thinking of everything else, like losing her best friend to death. She would take this pain, even if it kept her from facing the truth of her pitiful reality.

Tierra bit her thumbnail as she leaned against the counter, one hand holding the folded garments while the other held the phone to her ear, listening to the droning dial tone. She quietly rehearsed what she would tell Hezek, knowing he would be highly strung and probably angry that she would be coming in to work late. But she had no choice, thanks to Yasser and his mysterious, frustrating package. At the third ring, Hezek answered with a clipped tone.

“Where are you?”

Tierra’s face fired and she straightened her frame. “I-I’m sorry, Master Hezek. I’ll be late getting to work today.”

“You’re already late,” he snapped and Tierra could hear the squeaking of the chair, imagining the agitated young man had stepped out of his chair and was probably now pacing his office. “You were supposed to be in an hour early. We have an important client coming in today. Did you forget?”

She shook her head, guilt gripping her insides. “I-I didn’t forget. I just–” she bit her bottom lip.

“What, overslept?”

His tone was dry but cutting all the same. “No,” Tierra bit through clenched teeth. Why did he act as if she wasn’t working as hard as she could given the circumstances surrounding his replacing Jahal? “I did not oversleep. I just have a visitor here.”

“Who?” He then snorted derisively. “Your brother Yasser?”

Her face warmed further and she drew in her bottom lip. “I’ll be at the office as soon as I can.”

“See that you do, Tierra,” Hezek replied, his tone losing some of its hardness and he sighed. “I need you here.”

Tierra couldn’t help her heart skipping several beats at his sheepish admission. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from smiling, still feeling slighted for his lapse of confidence in her. “I’ll do my best, Master Hezek.”

“Okay, hang up so you can get ready. I’ll be waiting.” Hezek promptly disconnected the call and Tierra’s shoulders slackened with relief. His reprove hadn’t gone as badly as she’d expected.

With a renewed smile of confidence, Tierra replaced the phone and strode across the room to the closed bathroom door. Pausing for a brief moment, she perked her ears to hear water splashing. Her brow furrowed with concern at the silence on the other side and Tierra quickly reached for the doorknob, jerking the door open. Her eyes widened at the empty tub and she quickly glanced up to the window left open, the plaid curtain flaying against the morning breeze. Her stomach plummeted. The girl had disappeared.