In The Hands Of A Criminal (Volume 1) [ENG]

16. Preparations

The next morning couldn't be better for me. I had finally slept in good conditions recovering my sleep. I ate my hunger. Simple little things that cheered me up a bit. Even if I knew that it would only be short-lived.

I stayed in the huge living room, always alone. Evann Black didn't show his nose this morning. All the better. I hated his presence.

To pass the time, I headed for one of the big windows to draw the curtains. The light immediately flooded the room, warming the atmosphere a little.

I sat on the ledge, letting the sun's rays caress my skin. "A little sweetness in this world of brutes" I thought.

It was the soothed spirit that I stood there contemplating the horizon. Extensive arid lands surrounded the house. Lost in this vast desert I wondered where we could be. I had guessed that the address of this house was kept secret but it intrigued me to the highest point.

I could already say that we weren't very far from Tucson since the evening of earlier was held there.

The evening ... What was I embarking on this time ? Infiltrating a place infested with dangerous people, plus accompanied by the worst bastards, Evann Black. I couldn't dream better ... Just send me directly to the morgue.

  "You're going to have to seduce the Hunt Brothers." The words of the criminal came back to me in my head. Great. It was already the worst night of my life, I didn't even know if I was going to come out alive. But I couldn't fail tonight, my parents' life depended on it.

Diving in my thoughts, I saw not the time spent ! I looked at the big wrought-iron clock that overlooked the room. More than 4 p.m. ... already !

Several footsteps intensified at the other end of the house. Was there a lot of people ? I was going to find out very quickly because the steps approached very quickly the lounge.

Jaron Hill, the leader of the Blackness Chokers appeared first in my field of vision. He was dressed elegantly again, with a white tuxedo, and a little black scarf protruding from his front pocket. He was followed closely by 3 individuals.

Behind him there was a man who must have been in his thirties. Shaved head, piercing green eyes, Asian symbols tattooed on his neck. He looked like a leatherback. His muscle mass was impressive. It was better not to look for boredoms with him ... He was dressed in a casual way with a denim shirt, and dark trousers. He also had a black scarf but unlike Jaron, he wore it around his neck.

I was surprised to see a female presence at his side. The woman must be the same age as him. Wearing long wavy black hair and a matte skin, she wore a white blouse and a high-waisted black skirt that emphasized her slim figure. Her step was very clever with his red high heels.

I was trying to stay afloat when I saw my worst nightmare in the back of the group. Evann Black. He walked with a certain assurance. He wore as usual dark clothes letting his many tattoos on his arms. And as usual he had a physique to crack more than one. Did he have tattoos other than on his arms ... ? Ok STOP Maya is not the moment.

The little group stopped a few meters from me. The man with the shaved head approached me better to analyze me.

   "So that's ... she ?" He let out a disappointed look.

I looked at him, taken aback by the tone he had just used. What was his concern to him ? I didn't even know how to take it ! Good, it must be said that with the jogging over the shirt wide, my sex appeal was completely zero.

I saw from the corner of my eye that the criminal had a mocking grin. What a swelling. He never lost an opportunity to fuck me that one ! I wanted to glare at him but a shrill voice cut me off in my action.