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“We're having a movie night, you want to join us Eight,” Four asked her with his head only inside her trailer after he opened the door.
After the whole meeting, she had to stay alone and to think. To think about her coming back into the mafia, again. She would lie if she said that she wasn't scared. She absolutely was. And she didn't want to bother the others with her feelings – not again – so she withdrew for a longer moment. She feared an impromptu encounter with one of the people from her previous life, she wouldn't know how to handle this encounter. She wouldn't know how to lie to them, to these people who once called her family. Sometimes, she regretted that decision she took during that night. And even if she knew that Three was about to find a plan for the three of them, she was nervous. Yet excited to know who she was about to be in this another life, her third one apparently.
And Four showed up, out of nowhere offering her a movie night. An offer she couldn't refuse. She sighed only before getting up to follow Four, under the bare sky dotted with stars.
“Ready to be back on tracks,” he asked her, with his hands buried in the pocket of his blue hoodie.
“As I'll ever be,” Sasha replied with a little smile. “But for real, it's just... Too much. Like, I left them and I'm joining them again only after a couple of months? That's just crazy.”
“We'll have to handle this,” he resumed the problem with this only sentence. “”Let's hope that Three will give us a nice role to play because I just can't stand being either out of that game or the delivery-boy,” he complained before they reached his trailer as Sasha giggled.
“I'm sure you're making a great delivery boy,” she teased him as she stepped inside.
“Oh shut up,” he reacted as he rolled his eyes.
Seven and Amelia were already laying on Four's couch. It was really the first time that she went into his trailer for another purpose than work, and apparently when his trailer didn't look like a total mess full of maps, it seemed pretty decent. The large burgundy couch seemed to be pretty comfy, and full of unhealthy food – but with Amelia's supervision, everything was allowed here – which were good news. Seven and Amelia stopped arguing for a second about the movie they were about to chose – just to greet Sasha and Four – before demanding them to pick a side. Space Jam or Home Alone. It hurt Sasha to let Seven win, but she had to admit that Space Jam was something, and she got a handful of popcorn thrown onto her face from Amelia when she picked his side.
“No junk food for you,” she threatened Sasha as she stuck her tongue out.
“No, have some pity,” Sasha said, as she sat next to Amelia and Four sat between her and Seven.
“Have some pity for those with taste,” Seven added making things even worse as he clicked on the laptop in order to start the movie.
“You're the next on my list, Seven!” They shared a laugh before the movie started.
Sasha rested her back against the back of the couch, Amelia's head on her shoulder during the movie. And from time to time, she felt like dozing off. She caught herself fluttering her eyelashes in order to stay awake, and felt strangely warm when she opened her eyes after missing a few scenes. Four had put a blanket on the two of them – Amelia and her – and Sasha found her head on Four's shoulder as they were asleep now, all of them. For a moment, she felt a warm feeling coming from her chest, she felt safe and home, with all of them, with Seven by her side, Amelia - her new sister – and Four – her Slav mate. Mostly with Four for some reasons.
Three's plan was way more than perfect, it was sublime. Dreaded and admired. Sasha couldn't have asked for a better disguise and a better character to impersonate. She chewed her gum as she wrapped a strand of hair around her index. These shorts were outrageous, just like Weronika. Three insisted very much on this girl's poor manners and her easy virtue. She apparently was supposed to be a hooker, a good driving hooker who used to seduce her clients to let her boyfriend – Nikita, who was the brain of the couple – steal from these people. As much as Sasha, Four had to change his look, fully. He got a handful of long-sleeved shirts with very original patterns to wear which suited him – not.
The Ghosts spent month trying to get some information about Mila's gang in the US, about somebody who would come there and give them an opportunity to introduce themselves. And the opportunity was called Wasyl Petrotchenko. One of the Lady in Rouge's man. He was about to close a deal and to have a little accident with a too curious man about what he was doing. One was the man. And who else would save Wasyl? Bingo.
Weronika and Nikita were just passing by in this hotel, Eight trying her best to keep her legs crossed with these short shorts – she wished Three would have thought about her comfort in these – and Nikita having a conversation with a man at the reception. Sasha had a huge sport bag next to her as she eyed the hall, she spotted Four first talking with the receptionist with the thickest accent he could, which, according to herself, wasn't the best idea, and then she spotted their target. Nonchalantly, she stretched her back, hands high in the air and One came in. She felt nervous as hell. From now, she wouldn't see Amelia anymore, for a few months probably because all of this wasn't a small job, no, this was a full-time job. Pretending. Faking smiles. With only one ally by her side: Four.
“Wasyl Petrotchenko,” One asked as he put his hand on the man's shoulder.
“Who are you,” the man aggressively asked, looking left and right.
“Somebody who will be glad to talk with you, in private.”
“I wouldn't if I were you,” the man said, rising his voice slightly. But enough to let Four hear what was happening.
“Oh, you don't know me Wa...”
“You have a problem sir,” Four cut him off, casually walking towards them. He frowned at One, hands in his trouser's pockets, he looked so casual as if it wasn't a death threat to be there and to try this.
“You're lucky, Wasyl. You fucking really are,” One said, stepping outside the building as the two mean looked at each other.
“Thank you young man,” Wasyl said to Four as he gave him his hand.
“Always a pleasure to help.”
“Babe,” Sasha said, trotting her way up to them with her huge bag, “what's wrong?”
“Nothing doll, just some jerk being disrespectful to this man.” She clung to his arm, with a smile and looked at the man.
“Oh, you're with your lady here, young man,” the man said, eyeing Sasha who felt his very eyes undressing her. But Weronika shouldn't mind. Sasha did.
“Weronika,” she presented herself coyly.
“And I'm Nikita.”
“We're coming from the same family apparently,” the man happily said. “What you're up to here?”
“Moving from town to town, just to... Survive, you know,” Four said with heavy undertones that the man seemed to catch immediately.
“Interesting... You should come and meet me in a restaurant tonight, I'm meeting with some friends, I'd like to present you to them,” he offered before handing him a paper. “Bring your lady, it will be a nice evening.”
They got it.
They got in. Apparently, entering the mafia wasn't as hard as it seemed – when you were Eastern of course. Sasha had forgotten how good it felt to be surrounded by people talking about money, about heists and about a lot of things, and how she could think about what type of car they would need for this mission or how fast she could drive. But Weronika was a hooker, a good-driving hooker but no more. So, she had to look nice and smile, and stay quiet. She had a nice red headband with a little bow on it, and wore a beautiful – and tight – short red dress while sitting next to Four, him having his arm on the back of the couch as she could lean closer to him.
They were trained for that, and, strangely, the first time they had to hold hands and pretend to be a couple for a whole day wasn't as awkward as expected. Sasha tried to understand Weronika, and it seemed easier with Four by her side as Nikita. She told Amelia how disturbing it was to be this comfortable with fake-dating him, and Amelia just rolled her eyes and mumbled something about obliviousness.
And, during that evening, they drank. Never enough, never too much. They drank until the party was over and they had to be back in their hotel, they drank until the man told them that he would call them on the next day to tell them what they could do for him as thieves – as he winked looking at Sasha who coyly smiled and bite her lower lip with her index wandering on the corner of her lips. They seemed to had won it. They felt like king and queen of this mission – not even thinking about Two who had still to enter the mafia in a way or another.
As they walked in the hallway of the hotel, Sasha began to tipsily agitate her hands as she slowly danced her way through the long red carpeted hall. From time to time, she tuned back to look at Four with a smile.
“Don't tell me you didn't enjoy this evening,” she teased with a little giggle.
“Was nice,” Four replied, looking for the keys in his pocket. He couldn't look at Sasha for a longer moment without thinking about her as his girlfriend, not only a fake one but as someone he desired, right now, as drunk as he was. But he had to stay calm.
“You look so concentrated, Niki,” she said to him, brushing his nose with her index. She also wanted to tease him, and to maybe have more. And when she arrived in front of their door, she leaned against it, before Four came up to her. “Want to have a little fun,” she asked as she put her arms around his neck.
“We're drunk,” he tried to say but she put a finger on his lips, encouraged by her tipsiness.
“Not enough.”
He opened the door. She pulled him, grabbing his shirt, against her chest, kissing him passionately. She couldn't get enough of his tongue as she kissed him harder and harder. She lacked air, she had to catch her breath as they parted for a second, her forehead against his.
“Give me all you got Four,” she gasped as he looked deeply into his pearly green eyes.
“Only if you give me everything tonight,” he replied grabbing her by her waist.
“You know that Eight is two times Four,” she asked running her hand through his short blond hair. “I'll give you even more than that.”
She let herself fall on the luxurious bed behind them, Four letting her go. Her long blond hair falling all over from the ponytail she made earlier. She looked at him, lust in her eyes. The Polish angel, looking at him, laying on the dark sheets, her pink lower lip bitten, she screamed innocence but her attitude was anything than that.
“Will you give me your babies, Four,” she asked, teasing him as she ran her hands through the strands of her messy hair. “Pretty please.”
“Don't you fucking Melanie Martinez me or I'll go nuts,” he answered with a hoarse voice as he looked at her, then he humidified his lips with his tongue.
“Maybe it's all I want, Four,” she replied going on her knees, resting on her hands behind her back. “You'll watch me for the rest of the night or we'll have some fun?”
“Stop teasing me Eight, I have a hard time controlling myself right now,” he whispered as he went on the bed, moving forward to reach her and to kiss her neck. “Really hard time...”
“You don't have to, you know I love everything you do,” she gasped between the kisses he gave her in her neck. “Please, please Four...”
She could feel his bulge as he leaned against her, she was really excited too. She ran her fingers under his shirt, stumbling upon some rough scars under her finger tips. He moved back, to take the shirt off, and as he did so, she took her dress off too revealing her black laced bra. The only thing she loved more than comfy clothes was lace. He looked at her with a burning desire, she definitely turned him on: she had that power over him.
“We should stop playing Eight, let's get serious.”
She whispered back “As you wish, Niki.”
And as they game unfurled, she rode him, she moaned and he did too. If she could, she would have taken his babies, but they protected themselves. Sasha slowed down, reaching this panting moment, looking at him, making the pleasure last, as if it could go on forever. She felt it, he felt it too, an explosion. Their moaned their names, their code names. She kissed him, quickly, almost a chaste kiss before whispering “I think I'm breaking One's rule by falling for you.” “You're not alone then, I'm ready to break so much more rules for you.” They probably would.