Chapter 1: Bes
The airport was bright, busy, and crowded. People shoved their way through the crowd to get where they were going. Impatience radiated off the businessmen walking around the airport. The sun shone a little too brightly on my face, almost blinding. I looked at my one bag. “Let’s go, Bessie,” Ethan growled. I grabbed it from the baggage claim and followed him quickly. “Бес Бес!” I heard Cyril yell from the crowd. “Сай Сай!” I ran to him. We met halfway and hugged each other. “I missed seeing you.” He said. I giggled. “It’s only been a week since you moved, Cy Cy.” I ruffled his hair. He whined.
“You know how worried I get when you’re not answering your phone.” He frowned. “I know. Ethan took it, but I got it back this morning before we left to hop on the flight.” I whispered as Ethan walked over. “Hello, Cyril.” He didn’t like that Cyril was here. I looked down. “Hey, Ethan! Is it okay if I take Bessie to look around town? I want to show her some cool shops and parks to take Josh to!” Cyril pleaded.
Ethan grumbled to himself, smiling falsely. “Of course!” He said. “Thanks! I’ll meet you guys at my house!” Cyril dragged me away from Ethan. “Put your gear on. We’re meeting our new boss.” Cyril was more demanding. “I have the address we need to go to.” I swapped my jacket for my other one. “C’mon, Midnight Angel!” Cyril already had his gear on him. I saw a group of security guards running toward us as I put my mask on.
I grabbed his arm. “Let’s go. The security is after us.” I drug him out with my hair tie in hand. “Look at my phone. You know the password.” I handed it to him and started to braid my hair.“It’s on Banger Rd. It’s pretty far from here.” He said. “Yeah, I can tell from the fifteen-minute walk. We’ll have to run the entire way.” I tied my hair off and slipped my hood on.
His eyes widened. “I can’t run fast for that long!” He exclaimed. I sighed. “Then I’ll carry you. I’m pretty fast.” I took my phone back from him. “You sure? Your arm is still sprained from Ethan hitting you.” Cyril tried to reason. “I’m fine. Just jump on.” I deadpanned. I hated when people worried for me.
Cyril jumped on my back, causing me to wince. “You sure you’re fine?” He asked. “I’m sure.” I started running. He clung to me tightly as I ran. It still made me frown at how young he was. He’s only fourteen. I’m seventeen. He only joined the mafia because he needed to be close to me. I joined because my mom wanted me to be able to defend myself and be what I wanted.
“Эй, вот оно!” Cyril yelled in my ear. ”Понимаю.” I laughed. I slowed to a walk and set Cyril down. We walked through the entrance of the mansion. “Who needs a mansion? This mafia ain’t even that big.” I wrinkled my nose in confusion and disgust. “I don’t know. It’s smaller than at home.” Cyril made me laugh sometimes.
We walked through the doors, surprised to see nobody inside besides a few men rushing around. “Who are you two kids? Why are you here?” A blonde male asked us. “We’re the guys from Australia. Where’s the boss?” I asked, not being patient even though Cyril taught me to be. “Ah, yes. We’ve been waiting to see when you two would arrive.” A brunette man stood at the staircase, smiling widely. I looked at Cyril with monotone eyes. I knew he understood what I was thinking. “Follow me. Nathaniel is waiting for you two.” The man said. We followed him to a large office room. There were three desks, the main one in front of the window. The other two were on opposite sides of the room, each having filing cabinets to correspond with the person that sat there.
I fixed my mask to make sure it covered my face. “Nat. They’re here.” The brunette said to the man sitting at the main desk. He looked up, his eyes locked with mine. “Good. Come and sit. Both of you.” His voice was soft. It was like listening to a sweet little kid talk. I took Cyril’s hand walking to his desk. “I am Nathaniel Davidson, your new boss. I heard you two were transferring here to Maine on behalf of your family moving.” He said as we sat down. “Yes. We are.” I spoke coldly. He visibly shivered in slight fear. “I assure you that you will feel at home here in Ellsworth, Maine.” Nathaniel gave me a half smile.
“I can assure you that I’m not here to play. I’m here only because Ethan forced me to move, plus Dark is here.” Cyril nudged my side with a quick, forceful jerk. I glared at him.
He frowned softly. “Я не извиняюсь,” I whispered to him. He sighed. “Штраф.” He huffed. “Stop speaking in whatever tongue you speak,” Nathaniel growled. I glared at him angrily. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, American,” I growled at him. Cyril put a hand on my arm. “Успокойся, пожалуйста, Бес Бес.” Cyril gripped my arm. “Baylor, David. Leave please,” Nathaniel seemed to be angry at something. I finally got the puppy angry, I thought with a smirk.
Nathaniel’s face said it all. He was beyond angry. If he gets upset so effortlessly, then this should be fun. Let’s see what happens when I do what I want. The two other men left and closed the door behind them.
I chuckled. “You can’t handle an audience or something?” I asked snarkily, watching the fire in his eyes burn. The smirk on my face grew. “I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Nathaniel said. “Or else what? Are you going to hurt me? Please. You couldn’t even hurt a puppy with a punch.” I laughed.
