He Needs Me (Wattys 2020)

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"Stuck how Andrei, once this mission is finished I'm going home. Back to my dad and no one can stop me" I seethed angrily, I pushed him away and stalked towards the door. Opening it I motioned for him to leave.

"You can think whatever you want to Ya Hayati but whatever I say goes. You know who I am" with that he stalked out, I slammed the door behind him. What the fuck, I thought angrily, how could he say that?

He can't fucking rule me, he can't, I won't bloody let him. I've spent my entire life fighting of such men, does he think I'll so easily allow him to do so.  Atleast that's what I think. He's a scary man, a very scary man to say the least but I don't give in easy, I will hold my head up high and ensure I win this sick game.

After the job I plan to leave, go home and give dad the life the he always wanted, live a comfortable life and be normal. He won't fucking stop me. He can't.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the rickety motel door, Ray and Finn walked in with bags of Mcdonalds clutched tightly in their holds.

"Let's do this shit"

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We made our plan, well I made it whilst my idiots watched netflix on their phones since the tv was only static. Awesome right.

"Storm you ready, Andrei had someone collect the tools" Ray mumbled standing by the motel door with one hand down his pants. No matter how many times I tell him he refuses to stop doing that.

Either way, thank God I thought.
Tying my hair with a white ribbon I took one last look in the cracked mirror. I decided to go for a white midi summer dress with a small brown side bag for my phone and surveillance tools.

"Perfect, now come on I need to analyse it and be back within 2 hours"

It took us around an hour and a half  to get to the Louvre, with hundreds of people roaming the streets, most of them tourists, that makes our job a lot easier.

Glancing around the perimeter I smiled in joy, no problems whatsoever.

With a smirk I pulled Ray and Finn close "Finn take the east side of the building, Ray take the west side and I'll be central. Make sure you catch all the security and check for any deviations." 

We all separated behind the dome, no cameras surrounded our meet up point so that's a plus.

Slipping my sunglasses on I strutted towards the museum, tourists in cargo shorts and thin shirts running around the perimeter. Going to be an easy one, I thought happily.

I smiled at the built bodyguard and handed him the false ticket, he smiled and allowed me to pass. 6 cameras pointed straight at the exit, hi-tech but hackable with Rays skills.

"Bonjour sweetheart, quite magnificent to be on your own" turning towards the voice I held a smile, he's actually ok looking. Slick back blonde hair with a loose strand hanging over his forehead. A smirk took over his already prominent features.

I had to push the distracting thoughts away in order to stick to the job.

" I prefer to enjoy art by myself" I stated, the French man smiled at my answer. He strolled in front of me confidently. His talk and walk radiated confidence, his white suit means something. He can't just be a visiter. 

"So what are you, homme chic. Manager? boss? Or just a very rich man here to check out the Mona Lisa" I asked whilst trailing behind him, I pray he was a manager or boss. After a few seconds of staring at the artifact in front of him he turned. A questioning look plastered on his face.

"Your correct chèrie, follow me. I'll show you the best art piece in my collection" I know exactly who he is now, the man was careful enough not to state exactly which he is however the word 'my' slipped.

This might be easier than I though.

Smiling at his figure I followed him towards the Islamic art area, he confidently strode in. I watched in glee as the security guards that secured the area nodded their heads in recognition at him, getting the Mona Lisa is getting easier and easier by the minute.

"I'm a very big fan of the Islamic art" I muttered whilst staring into the glass boxes, Persian rugs hung beside the boxes added colour and personality to the bland white walls.

"So am I, but my favourite is this. The Turkish tiles" my eyes landed on the view. It's absolutely breathtaking, the Turkish tiles shone under the intense spotlight, the etchings of figures and random items added to its mystery. I want them.

I'll take them too.

Grabbing his outstretched hand I walked closer to the tiles.

"Didn't know you guys kept these tiles, after Turkey published a paper saying they were stolen in the 19th century" I stated matter of factly, I crossed my arms over my chest, a look of surprise taking over his features at my intelligence.

"You surprise me every second." He mumbled whilst staring at me intensely, has he already fallen? am I that sick?

I stood still smiling at him. He removed a hand from his pocket and grabbed my hanging one gently,  placing it on his lips he left a lingering kiss. The feeling of him so close is pretty uncomfortable.

Before I could remove my hand from his grasp I heard something, sounded like a mix between a growl and a huff.  Twisting my head in confusion my eyes widened at what I saw behind me.

Andrei was stood beside the Persian rugs, his suit looking even more powerful than the mans in front of me.

A stern yet angry look plastered on his face "Darling I've been looking for you" Andrei's voice didn't represent his feelings. He strided towards the man and I with a small malicious smirk.

"And who may this be, chèrie?" The man questioned, Andrei pulled me to his side harshly, his fingers digging into the side of my hip. Intentionally hard as fuck.

"This is my wife" he stated with confidence, wait what? I am so damn confused. This is not apart of the plan. I turned back to the man with a  small smile only to see him staring at my ringless finger confused. Dammit. Pushing Andrei away from me I stepped towards white suit.

"Ex wife, remember that"