One shots

Lightning before the thunder

"Femme fa•tale-
Noun
An attractive and seductive woman, esp. one who will ultimately bring disaster to a man who becomes involved with her."

She walked into the Adrik dinner rush feeling completely cold and empty. Her mind wandered away from her surroundings, her body trembled. She could feel the shakes rocking through her body as if she had just ran through rain on a cold day. It took everything within her not to break down and cry here right now. She was aware of his men behind her dispersing into the dark corners of the room and were keeping a keen eye on her. She didn't want to give anything away. Not that from one look Yuri wouldn't realise something was wrong. Very wrong.

She wasn't watching where she was walking, almost running into a waiter holding dishes. With a small yelp and sorry she rushed past into the the back where the staff room sat two sores away from his office. She prayed he wasn't in today, or at least not until the end of her shift so she would be able to avoid him. All it would take is a whisper and Yuri would descend on her. The number of men watching her would be amped up, he'd be constantly hovering and worrying that she wouldn't be able to breath without sharing it with someone else.

Opening her locker she grabbed the formal dress that made up her uniform before heading into the bathroom and locking it. She cursed realising when she was running late she didn't chuck a bra into her bag, which meant one thing, she was going braless today. Her yellow lace thong sat low on her hips and would leave no outline through her dress. Slipping her arms through the long black sleeves she fought with the buttons down the side like she did every time. Running down to her mid calf it outlined every curve and extra curve she had. Her small boobs meant she could forego a bra yet it meshed to her nipples. The slight muffin top she had stuck out lightly through the material. Her small ass was moulded out and her wide hips sat out curving down to her slender legs. A bit on the snug side the dress left nothing to imagination when it came to her figure.

Brushing her hair up she formed a small bun at the nape of her neck. The waist length black locks sat in a smooth messy bun. Small diamonds adorned her ears. Her heart raced a mile a minute at the thought of what everything today meant for her. For her future. She braces herself against the counter, legs apart ass jutted out as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"What does he want from me?"

The million dollar question rung through the empty room in her haunting voice. Tears brimmed her eyes at the thought that her father was back. She felt the acidic burn in the back of her throat from almost needing to throw up. How did he get an early release? How did he find her? Did Yuri already know? It felt like her whole world was crashing down on her. She took a deep breath in trying to calm her frazzled nerves. Wiped a finger under her eyes to remove any evidence of tears, before applying a light amount of makeup. She smiled at herself, painted on the signature smile that no one could read. Watched as the walls that took her years to build went up shielding her mind, heart and soul in her eyes.

" It will be okay."

Yuri was tired to the bone, fatigue ate him as the threat of a gang war breaking out looked over the city the past night. He tried his damn hardest to diffuse the situation. The last meeting with the Mr Yu who ran for the Triad had just come to an end. He checked the time cursing himself. Shura has started her shift half an hour ago and he wasn't there. He always made sure to be at Adrik when she was working keeping an eye on her. Climbing into the SUV he leaned his head back, pinching his brows as he felt the familiar stinging of a headache growing. Rummaging through his pocket he grabbed the packet of smokes he carried before placing on between his pale pink lips and lighting it. The long drag helped ease the tension he felt build up in his shoulders. The sudden shrill of a phone broke through the silent calmness of the car. He cursed picking up and growling in Russian. The words left him feeling cold and empty. A feeling of dread spread through his veins as his heart thumped uncontrollably until he saw her.