The Assassin and the Girl

Chapter 2

“We’ll talk about it later Chelsea, right now let’s just be together and forget about everything else.” He said squeezing her just a little closer.  Chelsea was confused but put her thoughts in the back of her head. Her father was right, tonight was about relaxing and being with the two people she loved the most. 

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They were sitting at the table enjoy their drinks, well at least Howard and Lisa were. Stupid law says I have to be 21 just to drink Chelsea mumbled under her breath. The waiter came and took their orders and now they were all three just sitting comfortable making small talk. 

Chelsea was in the middle of the story of something that happened to her once in high school when she looked at her father and noticed that he had gone deathly pale and was looking past her shoulder. She crinkled her forehead. 

“Father what’s wro…” she began to ask. 

“Good evening Howard.” She heard the profound voice say from behind her.  Chelsea stiffened.  She knew that voice anywhere. 

Victor.

 That man gave her the creeps. Correction, his son gives me the creeps!

Please don’t have his son with him, Please don’t have his son with him! Chelsea chanted in her head squeezing her eyes tightly. 

“Victor… Scott” Howard nodded to each. Shit!  Chelsea let out a slow breath and turned to her left and looked up meeting Victor and Scott MacMillan’s eyes.  Victor just radiated evilness off of him.  A shiver went down Chelsea’s spine.  She looked to the side of Victor where she saw Scott with a very…“fashionable”... girl on his shoulder.  Chelsea wanted to scoff at herself. She just looks slutty, not fashionable! She couldn’t help but stare with disgust at her black dress that had a v-neck that ended below her chest when the dress itself ended just mid-thigh. Scott stared at Chelsea making her almost squirm in her seat.  She had only meet Scott one other time and it was not pleasant. 

“What’s wrong Chelsea? Jealous…”  Scott smirked at her while roughly grabbing the girl that was around his arm ass.  She jumped only a little but Chelsea could see the pain in the girl’s eyes.  She no longer felt disgust for the girl, but sadness. 

Returning back to Scott, Chelsea scoffed. “I would never be with a pig like you” She sneered.  The table became very quiet and it just didn’t sit right with Chels.  Why is nobody saying anything? Chelsea turned her attention back to her father and took notice of the paleness in his face.  Her attention was turned back when she heard the clearing of Scott’s throat.

Swinging her head back to look at him, she couldn’t help but notice the smirk on his face.

“See that’s where you wrong darling…” Scott spoke very cold.  “You will be mine and very soon.  My birthday is coming up, and I can’t wait to have you as my present.” 

A gasp could be heard coming out of Lisa’s mouth. 

Chelsea looked at Lisa confused then stared at her father about to ask him what Scott was talking about. Howard stood up immediately almost knocking his chair out from under him. 

“That’s enough Victor.  Thank you for saying hello, but we are about to eat our dinner and we would like to do so in private.”

 Victor just smirked at Howard for a moment. Obliviously he could see that Howard had not told young Chelsea of the arrangement.

“Very well then, I see my table is ready.  We will see you soon Howard.” And with that Victor and his Son plus date/slave left.