TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains violence and assault as well as an 18+ scene. Reader's discretion has been advised.
~Gemma's POV:~
The next two weeks flew by. The Omens group had felt like they closed me out, Helen doing her best to keep me busy as the guys worked on what ever it was. Nicholas wouldn't tell me and half the time he was gone before I even woke up and sometimes wasn't even home when I went to bed, I'd even stay up late to try and speak to him to see how his day was going. The only thing I knew, is he was exhausted. They all were.
Helen and I would joke she felt like a mother getting her child ready for the day, it would be get up, get dressed and go to the coffee shop with here—half the time I would snack on pastries with her as we got her shop ready for the day, her customer's even growing used to me being there and some of them even speaking to me once they learnt I wasn't anything like my father, even having comments saying I reminded them of my mother.
My black hair hung loosely around my shoulders as I watched the rainfall against the glass windows of the compound, Helen and I only had gotten home about an hour or so ago after working late, both of us grabbing something quick to eat from a corner shop as the guys mentioned working late tonight. Helen was exhausted after working at the coffee shop and I wish I could have said the same.
"I need a long bubble bath and a good night's sleep, but sadly Noah is summoning me to the hotel he is at for the night, Nicholas will be home in a few minutes will you be fine?" she asked poking her head into Nicholas's room where I sat reading a comic I had pulled off the shelf.
"Yeah, I mean I'll probably head to bed soon in all honesty" it wasn't really a lie but at the same time I couldn't seem to calm my mind down enough to even think about sleeping.
Helen smiled tiredly from the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight Gemma" she said before closing the door behind herself.
Listening to the rain hitting the window, I watched the cold weather drown the jungle as I had a few moments alone. Yet in those moments all I could think about is how Nicholas and I hardly seen one another, how we only say maybe a handful of words to one another these last two weeks—it was his job to protect me, yet I felt he was hiding from me a good amount of the time, all of them were. When I'd enter their meetings they'd go quiet, and Noah would announce they'd finish discussing whatever it was later.
Pulled from my thoughts, I turned when the door to the room opened. Nicholas was exhausted, the bags under his eyes were showing more then they'd ever before. Placing the comic down on his desk I rose to my feet as I sauntered to the bed I slept in, Nicholas slept on the futon despite my protests. "You look tired" I said sitting on the edge of the bed feeling it's comfort.
"That's an understatement" he yawned as he slid off his coat.
Looking at the blanket beneath me, I looked back at Nicholas. "Come here" I said sitting back on the side of the bed, one leg hanging off. Confusion over his face as he watched me pat the bed beside me. "Oh, come on Nick, just crawl into this bed with me and trust me" rolling my eyes at him.
He hesitated but soon climbed into the bed, lying himself down on the pillow—he was tense, I could sense it as he laid beside me. Gently running my fingers through his raven black hair, he pulled away slightly. "What are you doing?" he questioned me.
Once more rolling my eyes, I looked at the man who seemed unsure of it. "I am helping you relax, now shut up and close your eyes" grumbling to him as I slid my fingers through his hair once more.
Nicholas closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "I am not falling asleep, Nyx" his comment of my middle name had my cheeks flushing and a small smile tug at the corner of my mouth.
I knew how tired he was, and the way I ran my fingers through his hair is exactly how my mother ran hers through mine—with the gentle care half the time they didn't know was there. "Of course, but just take a moment to relax" I said in a hushed tone as we sat in silence listening to the sound of the rain.
"Work has been busy" he was sharing with me which made me happy in a sense.
"I could help, you know—I could go with you, find some stuff maybe?"
"No, it's too dangerous—you and I have spoken about this before" I didn't say anything, just sat there playing with his hair as we both let silence engulf us in the room.
About half hour later, Nicholas's soft snores sounded beside me pulling me out of my thoughts. Looking down at the man who was sound asleep, I couldn't help but feel he was finally peaceful. Sliding myself off the bed, I looked around the room debating on going back to the comic I was reading before.
Deciding otherwise, I looked to see a paper in Nicholas's jacket, curious I pulled it out to see some writing with question marks beside it.
The Grey?
Aaron Storm?
Frank Saunders?
Why was my father's name written, who was Aaron and why was The Grey mentioned?
Looking back at Nicholas, I changed in the room knowing he was passed out—changing from my night clothes, I slid myself into a pain of leggings and a grey shirt, sliding my jean coat overtop I put the note in my pocket before grabbing my phone Nicholas had given me, I had been leaving my other phone here more often as I didn't see the sense of carrying it around everywhere.
I knew the code to the compound as I pounded it into the keypad to avoid a blaring alarm, we all learnt how loud it was thanks to a drunken Jolly and Folio entering late at night once. And with watching them type it in enough times, I learnt the code quickly but never admitted it to them, not like they asked anyways.
Sliding into the cold air, I rubbed my hands together as I began my walk—the grey was maybe a twenty-minute walk from here, it was two blocks away from Helen's coffee shop, so we often had customer's come in saying they needed a coffee for the journey.
The night was quiet, despite the occasional laughing from bars as the streets were quiet. The rain thankfully had stopped leaving the pavement darkened and glowing with the moonlight that peeked out from the clouds every now and then.
Turning down an alley, I got near the end when I seen it was a dead end, "great, I thought I could go this way" I mumbled as I began turning. My heart stopped as at the end of the alleyway stood a man in a leather coat, his white shirt showing. He was tall, maybe about the same height as Jolly and Noah but he was muscular which had me taking a step back, as if I would get anywhere with the wall behind me.
His smile was feral, he had a neck tattoo that went up behind his ear on one side, his eyes were brown and by the way they darkened full of displeasing thoughts. "You're a long way from home, princess" he said stepping up to me, I could only cower as he towered over me. "Where is dear old daddy now?" looking at his coat, I saw the word S.T.O.R.M printed out on the one side of it.
"He doesn't need to know everything" I stumbled with my words trying to feel more tough than I was. "It's not nice sneaking up on a lady" he didn't appreciate the joke as before I knew it, I was being forced back against the wall with a hand holding my neck threatening to apply pressure.
His other handheld my waist to stop me from moving to much, I wanted to fight—my heart rate quickened as his smile grew. "You shouldn't be out here all alone, princess—no saying on what could happen to you" his hand slid from my waist as it yanked open my jacket revealing my grey shirt which happened to be a V-neck. His eyes lingered on my breasts as his had slid, tracing the shape of them. "I mean, rumor has it the princess needs a man to show her a good time" pressing further into me, I could feel everything. Trying to push and pull myself away from him only made him laugh, "tsk-tsk now. . . We're only going to have some fun; how should I deliver you to dear old dad? Bloody and bruised sounds real tempting, little sexy if you ask me" his lips found my neck as he left kisses on it, causing tears to prick at the corner of my eyes as he tasted my skin on his tongue only before his grip around my throat tightened causing me to gasp, hand clawing at his trying to get him to release me. "But so, does dead, nothing say's fuck you like tossing a dead member of the family on the doorstep, and who else would to be to blame? I don't see your bodyguard around here princess."
"Turn around."
The grip on my neck loosened as I tumbled down to the ground, the man in front of me turned, a grin on his face—my eyes looked up as I saw Nicholas standing there, gun pointed at the guy who stood between us. "Well, isn't it the famous Nicholas, lovely weather isn't it, why not run along to your leader and let me finish business here" he said.
Nicholas clicked the safety off the gun he held. "Step the fuck away from her, Kane." The name sent a shiver down my spine hearing it from Nicholas.
"Oh, aren't you no fun" Nicholas didn't budge. "Suit yourself, I could use a round or two with you—what better way to deliver her, if I deliver you both" and before I could think—Kane disarmed Nicholas, both men sent flying as fists began to be thrown at one another.
Seeing blood on both of them had me scrambling to my feet as I pressed against the wall, hearing the echo of them hitting one another quickened my heart—only for it to drop once I saw Kane slam Nicholas down and begin punching, I needed to do something and fast.
Scanning the ground, I spotted the gun, dashing to it I held it like I seen in shows and movies or even how my fathers men held it—I never fired one of these? How was I sure if it would even work? Nicholas made it click before, was that the safety?
Pointing the gun at Kane, I shook violently threatening to drop the gun at any second as I pointed it at him, and before I could think of it. . . I pulled the trigger as an echo clanged through my ears on the all too silent night.
Eyes widening, I watched as Kane stumbled back, hand on his chest as he looked up at me. He collapsed to the ground as blood began to come out of his mouth. "You crazy bitch, I don't want to die" Nicholas scrambled to his feet running to me as he grabbed the gun from my hands, trying to get me to look at him.
But I couldn't, my eyes were fixated on Kane as I watched his chest rise and fall, laying in his own pool of blood—blood that I spilled. "Gemma, Gemma looks at me" Nicholas said yanking my chin up, so I faced him, "we need to go, right now" he said pulling my hand along with him as we exited the alley. He looked around before glancing at me, he was angry—his body pretty much shook from anger of the event. "Keep your head down, follow me" Nick led us down the streets, away from the body I had left just was.
Hearing voices and yelling coming from ahead, Nicholas shoved me against one of the shops walls, shushing me in the process as he leaned his body fully against mine—his thumb was over my lips causing my cheeks to flush feeling him so close to me, he leaned into my face in a way anyone walking past would assume we were a couple that simply couldn't keep our hands off one another, he tossed my one hand to the back of his neck and my leg around his waist
Hearing someone scoff before the words, "kids—get a fucking room" as silence once more was met.
Pulling away from me, Nicholas's eyes were angry, I knew that stormy blue color since it was a famous look he had with me. "What the fuck were you thinking" he said as he led us the rest of the way home. "What the fuck, Gemma you could have been killed!" Nicholas yelled as he slammed the door behind us.
Jolly looked up from his laptop, pushing his glasses up further on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Change this fucking code, princess here seems to know it and snuck out tonight nearly getting herself fucking killed" the word made me flinch.
"I wanted to help!" I felt tears burn my eyes as I remembered the events, "all you guys do is treat me like a kid, all you do is hide stuff from me. You said you were going to try being my friend Nick, and so far all you've done is lie to me! Friends don't lie to one another" I bit back.
His eyes didn't settle, he stood straight as he scoffed at me. "I told you as well, you were a job before you are my friend. She also shot Kane Ferguson, he's dead—so Jolly go into the system and make sure that footage is gone."
I killed him.
I killed him.
Rushing to the bathroom, I slammed open the toilet as I emptied my stomach content, heaving at the memory of Kane in his own blood caused by me.
I don't want to die.
I killed him.
More heaving as I remembered it. Feeling a hand on my back, I jumped slightly only to relax when I saw it was Nicholas. He still was tense, and I knew this anger wouldn't just wash away like before, I hadn't listened to him. "Your first time is always the hardest, after my first time I spent the first twenty-four hours puking as well. . . You will get used to it, but you will never forget it" he said helping me to my feet.
Looking in the mirror, I saw bruising where Kane had held me, but it was the blood from him being shot near me that had me trembling. Seeming to notice, Nick grabbed the bottom of my shirt, making me look at him in shock— "I need to take it off, we are throwing this out, I'll give you my shirt" and he wasn't kidding, as he stripped me of my shirt I watched as he gulped before stepping back and stripping of his own shirt before coming over to me and sliding it over my head. I didn't know what to say, he warmed a cloth with water as he began wiping away blood that was on my chest and neck even the few splatters that hit my face without me knowing.
Hand on his chest, I grabbed a clean cloth before switching us so he was sitting on the counter, I couldn't help but to look at his chest as he breathed deeply. He had a split lip from Kane punching him and a bloody nose but no major damages that I could see. Cleaning him of the blood, I tossed the dirty cloth into the basket in the corner before we went to the room we shared.
Sitting down on the bed, I could feel the weight of everything hitting me, but I needed to know. "When did you know I left?" I asked calmy trying not to send myself further into a spiral.
He sat down on the futon's edge as he tossed his phone to the side, he had grabbed a hoodie from the chair and slid it over his head before looking at me. "The tracker on your phone, we have it in case something happens to you—when you got past the first few blocks that's when my phone alerted me, but I also was awake at that point searching the house for you when I saw you weren't in bed anymore, that's the last time you ever play with my hair" but something told me it was because there was more then him just feeling comfortable.
I wanted to be mad that there was a tracker on my phone, but I couldn't, in the whole truth I was relieved because if Nick hadn't found me there was no saying on what Kane would have done to me, the memory of his lips on my neck and hand roaming me had me shudder and take a deep breath as tears threatened to spill. "He touched me, Nick" I croaked looking at him.
~Nicholas's POV~
"He touched me, Nick" her voice cracked as the tears that welled in her eyes made them look emerald almost.
My heart pounded beneath my ribs, trying to keep my face calm as I watched her fall apart in front of me. My chest ached seeing her realize what he had done to her, and how this night is going to haunt her for the rest of her life. "He touched you?" I said coolly trying to manage the anger I felt towards Kane, if he were alive still I'd be the one to put the bullet in him instead of her.
She nodded her head, clenching her fist before looking at me, "he was. . . He was going to continue, with me dead or alive I just know it" she shuddered at the thought, her tears stained her pale cheeks as she wiped them away, desperate to not feel anything.
Sitting on the bed beside her, I looked at her softly seeing the marks of his fingers on her delicate neck—it was a restraint for me to not touch her neck, even if she looked delicate and soft. "Gemma, he is gone. . . What happened tonight was an accident, and yes this is going to be a part of you for the rest of your life, but I want you to try and learn to live with it, it sounds impossible right now but I promise you, you can do it" she looked at me.
"Will you lay in bed with me?" her voice was so soft I nearly missed her question.
Knowing she was scared to be alone, I nodded as I slid back into the bed with her. She laid on her side as I laid flat, there was a few inches between us, but she closed her eyes, occasionally letting out a whimper or two.
Reaching out, I ran my finger's through her own dark hair like she did with mine—I didn't even mean to fall asleep earlier, but the comfort her fingers brought me lulled me into a dream so dirty I was a mess when I woke up, only for panic to hit when I saw she wasn't there.
Remembering the dream, I could feel myself growing aroused at the thought, I didn't have feelings for her—I kept telling myself, she was the enemies daughter, yet she acted nothing like him, if anything she was literally her mother's daughter.
Looking at her after about an hour, I saw she was sound asleep beside me, her lashes no longer looking like a constellation of tears. Feeling the pit in my stomach from my dream, I slid myself out of the bed careful not to wake her as I placed her blanket on top of her before heading outside.
We had a hangout spot out here, in a shooting range where I would go most the time. I knew I was the only one awake since it was late at night, Jolly had retreated to bed when Gemma had rushed to the bathroom, but he needed to be awake early for a meeting.
Lighting a cigarette, I could hear Noah in my mind cursing me telling me that the old habit was disgusting, and he was right—but I needed to calm down in any sense of way I could.
Putting on some music, I listened to my favorite bands, even trying to play bass myself but nothing was helping this ache I needed to get rid off. I couldn't shake the dream.
She wore my shirt; her thighs were soft as my fingers dug into them as she sat on my lap. Our lips barely grazing but the energy was electric. I needed More from this, from her. Sliding my one hand up the back of the shirt she wore, she hummed in pleasure at the gentle touch, leaning back into it as her hair fell loosely off her shoulders as her neck tilted back with pleasure.
Not wanting to miss the chance, my own lips found that delicate spot on her neck, my tongue lapping over her skin as I peppered it with kisses, nipping at her collar every now and then earning a groan of pleasure to rip from her and her hips to move deliciously on my own.
I wouldn't last, not like this
"Fuck" I growled stubbing out the cigarette, I was a mess and I needed to relieve myself of it. Looking at the time, it was two in the morning—everyone was asleep, Noah and Nick were at the hotel with Helen for the night and Jolly asleep for his morning meeting, Gemma—broken but soundly slept in my bed where my dreams betrayed me and I would think of how it felt to pin her down to it and hear her create a song for me, but I wouldn't go there. . . She was the enemy's daughter, and she was a virgin, that was something I wouldn't take from her no matter how badly I wanted it.
Sliding my sweats down, I took a seat on the beaten leather sofa, cursing at the coolness beneath me as I slid myself from my boxers, how could a dream drive me to the point of being so hard? No one ever had me like this, no one ever made me like this.
Spitting into my hand, I began to rub up and down on myself, my head rolling back at the sudden contact of my hand—only my mind would wander and think it was a delicate hand from the girl I called Nyx, or her mouth wrapping around it, wanting to taste everything I had to offer.
Stop thinking of her. But I couldn't, she invaded my mind like a plague, digging her talons in even without knowing what she was doing to me. Feeling my breathing grow heavier, my neck dug deeper into the cushion as my breathing became heavy, the thought of her felt so good.
Once more, pumping myself to a speed I was comfortable with I moaned out into the emptiness, desperate for release but keeping myself from coming undone. "F-fuck, oh god" I moaned out feeling that knot form in my stomach, closing my eyes, all I could see was green eyes peering back at me, the thighs I've gotten to see but that dress she wore to our dinner, the skirt of it—I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about bending her over and riding it up as I explored every curve of her, she had curves of a goddess it was easy to see why many assumed she was one, many wanted to worship her, I wanted to taste her. A line from my dream floated in my skull, her saying my name so sweetly as in the dream I had gotten more from her. "G-Gemma, holy fuck" I ground my teeth together as my speed increased before I could think straight of what I was doing, I let out a loud moan as my hips bucked into my hand, spilling myself all over my hand as I moaned out unable to stop it—her name, it was her name I was moaning.
Panting into the emptiness of the room I made a mess of myself in, I wiped myself on tissues we had before tossing them out and adjusting myself in my sweats.
Why did she cloud my mind so much?
Heading back into the room, exhaustion washed over me quickly as I sat down on the futon, looking at Gemma who was asleep soundly on my bed.
I needed to sleep, or else the memories of what I had just done and who's name I had cried out would wash over me and make me feel like I needed to relieve myself all over.
But truthfully, I wanted to relieve her.
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Hi friends! I would love to know your thoughts on this chapter, this chapter was a lot for me to write as Smut, in any form is new to me and I was nervous I didn't do a good job. I hope it delivered some satisfaction to say the least!
Thank you so much for reading, and I look forward to what is next for Gemma and Nick!