Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

We both know that I wouldnt make it to the attorneys office or the bank to claim my assets without your help, Iris said in response for her offer being too good to be true. And if I did, I may only have a day to enjoy it before Moretti or one of the other families came for me. If I want any access to it at all, even if its to buy my protection, it has to be through you. To her it was so simple and clear cut. Iris, without Nicholas Occisor, was a dead Iris. If she was lucky. The families had their own ways of enacting revenge, and the heads of most of the families had faced serious jail time or were still locked up. Their own empires had been flipped upside down and shaken for all they were worth. Her fathers betrayal had nearly burnt the entire coalition to the ground. Nicholas had nearly single-handedly kept the operations moving forward, and had protected his piece of the pie from the flames and in turn - many of the others. He was young, and may not handle his day to day the same as their fathers had, but his word held a lot of weight. A lot. If he was to tell the other families she was off limits, than theyd be foolish to go behind his back. Still, there were some thirsts for vengeance that overpowered sense. She knew she wouldnt be able to venture freely through the city even with Nicholas protection. Though it didnt seem as though that would be a problem. As he smiled and held out his hand to her, Iris slid her own into his palm. Her hand was much smaller, but had the telltale callouses of someone who handled a gun. She stepped closer to him without thinking, her eyes lifted up to his as the relief was clear on her face. She felt the urge to hug him, old familiarities nearly having her step right into the shelter of his shoulders, though she managed to hold herself back. Standing closer than anyone else may have, but not so close as to invite more intimate gestures. It was clear she was struggling on how to handle her past relationship with him. The bond that by now perhaps would have grown into something she couldnt put a word to. Thank you, Nicky. Taking her hand back, Iris nodded when he asked if shed like to get out of the cellar. Absolutely. There was still hesitation when she moved to follow him, but it was very little, and as she stepped out of the room and into the hallway he was better able to note the way she moved graceful but strong like an athlete. Her legs were long, lean, and sculpted, and the pert roundness of her ass curving out from the boyshorts-styled underwear she wore definitely drew attention. Her mother had been a gorgeous woman, so much of what Iris presented as an adult could be attributed to her genes, but it was clear that she also took care of herself physically and nutritionally. Runners always had to be in great shape. It seemed as though Iris had took that very seriously. Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder as she passed by, Iris evergreen gaze lingered on his before she offered a small smile as he came beside her and lead her down the hallway. Her eyes danced over everything curiosity as plain on her face as the apprehension had been when hed first entered the room she had been kept in. Her hands moved over her wrists soothingly as she walked the impressions the zip ties made fading but the redness still prominent though it didnt seem to bother her beyond the absent touching. Once they made it to where Nicholas planned on keeping Iris, she stepped into the room and looked around with a raised eyebrow and smirk. Glad to see youve done well for yourself, she mused a new glint in her eye as she half turned her body to look over at him. How many men will be watching the hidden cameras when I change? She expected bugs in her room. Cameras, microphones, whatever he had. If the situation was reversed, shed do the same thing.