My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 13

"I love this movie!" Ruby squeals as the opening credits for Dirty Dancing appear on the screen.

"I know," I say, kissing her cheek.

She turns to face me and presses her lips against mine in a slow gentle kiss. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, teasing her. She gasps when I lift her onto my lap so she's straddling me, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans softly as I run my fingers along her sides. Her hands find their way into my hair and she tugs gently.

My hands travel further down her body, past her hips and to her bum. I squeeze gently causing her to moan again before pulling our lips apart.

"What's wrong?" I ask, disappointed we'd stopped but scared I'd upset her.

"As much as I love making out with you," she replies, climbing off my lap and settling back down beside me. "I don't want to miss Patrick Swayze and his sexy dancing."

"Gee, thanks. Nice to know you choose a dead guy over me, your boyfriend."

"Sorry, babe," she giggles, kissing my lips briefly. "Now, ssh. It's already started."

I chuckle quietly at her antics and wrap my arm around her again, fully content with the way things have worked out between us.

(Chris' POV)

I pull my hood over my head, shielding my face from the rain and harsh winds as I cross the street. The town is bustling with people, too many people in my opinion.

I glance both sides of me to make sure I'm not being followed, just before pushing the door to the derelict building. Why he insists on working from such a foul place is beyond me.

The door creaks open, effectively letting the inhabitants know that I've arrived. An erry silence greets me, along with a bone chilling breeze.

I step further into the corridor, the layers of dust shifting underneath my feet. The scraping of tiny claws on the floorboards above me send a shiver down my spine. I never could stand rats, or mice for that matter.

Up ahead, I see that the second door on the left is open so I make my way towards it.

"You're late," he snaps the second I sit down opposite him.

"I know."

He glares at me, clearly not impressed with my reply. I know he hates the fact that I'm not intimated by him like most people. Why should I be?

We sit in silence, staring at each other until he finally decides to break the silence.

"Your request," he starts. "Is very particular."

"Is there a problem with that?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.

He grabs a box of cigarettes and takes one, before offering it to me. I reach across the office table and take one. I pull my lighter out of my pocket and light the cigarette, watching as he does the same.

"It could be," he finally replies after taking a long drag.

"What do you mean it could be?"

"As I said, you're request is very precise, I can't guarantee a 100% success rate. However," he pauses, a menacing smile on his face. "I might be able to provide a more satisfactory result if the price was right, of course."

"Is that so," I grit out, knowing exactly where he's taking this.

"I should think so. I'd suggest doubling the amount that was previously discussed should be more suitable."

"I see."

"So, do we have a deal?"

I take another drag from my cigarette before standing up. He stands up too, clearly thinking I'm agreeing to his new proposal.

"No, we don't." The look of shock on his face has me biting back a smile. "I was told that you were the best in the business, obviously my sources were wrong if you can't do a simple little task. I offered you a substantial amount of money but it seems that what I'm asking of you is far beyond your capabilities."

I take a final drag before throwing the butt into the ashtray on the table.

"I'm afraid I'll be taking my business elsewhere," I tell him, turning on my heel and making my way towards the exit.

It comes as no surprise to me that it only takes a few seconds for him to take the bait. Typical.

"Okay, fine. $4,000 and we have a deal," he blurts out almost desperately.

I turn around to smile at him. "$3,000 and your reputation stays as it is. That's $500 more than I originally agreed. Take it, or leave it."

"Done," he scowls, his hand extends to shake mine.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you," I say, firmly grasping his hand. "I'll be in touch."

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