Feral Hearts

Adeline‘s POV

“He’s moving towards you.”

I hear Roger say through the earpiece hidden in my left ear. My hair falls over it, hiding it from prying eyes. Sucking in a breath, I leaned forward reaching for my drink.

Anytime now, I thought.

“One whiskey for me,” A voice resonated from my side. Bingo.

I wrap my fingers around my glass and I could not help but admire the red color of the drink in contrast to my black stiletto nails.

I could feel his eyes roam my body. They always did that and I never disappoint their hungry eyes. I had a beautiful body and I was not afraid to flaunt it when need be. The black dress I wore hugged me in all the right places enhancing my curves. The cutout at the cleavage to the stomach was decent but inviting.

As much as I loved the dress, I couldn’t help but feel irritated at the kind of people’s attention it drew. Liars and cheats.

Pushing down my irritation, I frown to look sad, one of the many coaxes I used. Men liked sad girls who they could use to increase the size of their already mighty ego by uplifting their mood.

I usually do small conversations with the bartenders, pretending to be drunk and spilling my non-existent life problems to gain my target's attention; everyone liked a sad story. But not tonight. It seemed like it would not be needed.

“Ma’am, a refill?” The bartender asked making me look up at him. His hair was sleeked back and he was clad in a white shirt and a half coat. He also had the looks to back his toned body.

I sighed. “No, I am fine.”

“Ok.” He gave me a charming smile before moving to grab a bottle at the back.

Tom, as I had discovered his name to be was somewhat my partner in crime. He knew of the things I did and sometimes assisted in the happening. Once, I took him on a mission as a test and he did well. His execution was exquisite and he followed instructions to the T. when not helping in missions, he flirts and tries to get in my pants. But for now, he was doing a regular bartender’s job.

“What is a lady as enchanting as you doing in a place like this at midnight?” the target finally spoke up.

I roll my eyes and then turned to look at him for the first time. The only image I had of him in my mind was from pictures we viewed in preparation for the mission and in person, I must say, he was way uglier…

He was short, chubby, no fat with an oversized stomach and sandy hair. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses that looked weird at night and in a bar. There were at least ten gold necklaces around his neck, in an attempt to, without a doubt showcase his wealth and gain the attention of the female specimens.

“Celebrating another night alone,” I answer with a shrug.

He chuckled, giving me a glimpse of his gold teeth. He removed his glasses giving me a chance to see his eyes, gorgeous grey eyes if I say so myself. The photos also didn’t do that justice. But at least one thing was attractive in him.

“This bar seems cheap for you,” I gave him an obvious one over. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m just looking for lonely ladies who would want to feel less lonely for the rest of the night.” He leaned forward toward my side. His hand reached over to graze my thigh.

My fingers tightened around my glass, but I masked my building anger with a smile. I opened my mouth to speak but Roger cut me off.

“Do it now, Adeline. Forget the hard-to-get trick. His guards will do their regular five-minute check anytime now and they block the back door when they do so. Get him out now!” Roger’s voice thundered though the earpiece.

Geez ok…

I looked at the man by my side with a calculating look before sighing.

“You know what, fuck it. You are right,” I said, making his smile widen. “I’ll take your offer, I mean if there’s one.” My words slipped out of my mouth like velvet.

The man gulped. “Of course, how about I buy you a drink first then we_”

“No!” I interjected sharply.

I hear Roger laughing. “Way to sound needy.”

How I would love to punch his arrogant face. I’ll deal with the dipshit later.

“I mean,” I started a lot calmer. I raised my almost empty glass to my lip and gulped down the leftover. “There I got myself a drink already. And I like remembering what I do for the night. Or do you like your girls drunk?”

“However they come, baby,” He smiles and took my hand, leading me towards the front door.

I stopped him by grabbing his arm. “My car is by the back door and I can’t leave it here.”

He shrugged. “OK, sure.”

He was way too easy…

We made our way through sweaty bodies and soon we got to the back door. Luckily no guard was standing there. I feel his hands begin to snake around my waist. It took every bit of control in me not to kick him right there.

All I needed to do was get him outside.

Cold air gushed through me as we stepped outside the bar. The alleyway was dimly lit and pretty empty.

“Where is your car?” he inquired as he looked around the alley. Before I could reply, the back door busted open again drawing both of our attention. This time Tom walked out still wearing his bartender’s outfit. The only new piece of clothing was a black leather jacket. I guess he was briefed about the mission.

“I’ll be your ride back home, Henry,” Tom said as he pulled me away from Henry to stand by his side.

Henry was caught off guard as Tom mentioned his name. He staggered back a step, looking back and forth between me and Tom.

“Who are you?” Henry demanded. His eyes darted around the alleyway, probably analyzing the best direction to bolt through.

“Running will only make the situation worse, Henry,” I said and crossed my arms.

“Who the fuck are you?” His voice echoed through the alleyway.

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you. You don’t need to yell,” Tom mused as he took a step forward. “I’m Tom and she’s a Rebel.

Realization dawned on him, and his eyes widened. No other introduction needed to be made. He didn’t need to know her name anymore. Once the Rebels were mentioned, the guilty cower in fear. As expected he scurried away as fast as he could.

I shook my head. “They always do that.”

Tom laughed and cracked his fingers. “The chase is always the best part.”

Not gonna lie, it is…

“But unfortunately, he didn’t get far,” I started in the direction he ran through. “Let’s go get him.”

“Wait it's freezing.”

It was cold but bearable, and besides the walk was not long. “I’m good,” I reassured and soon he fell in step with me.

A few seconds later, I felt a warm jacket placed on my shoulders. I turned to Tom.

“I told you, I’m okay,” I said to him but drew the jacket tighter around me. The warmth did feel good.

Tom chuckled at me. “Yeah right, tough girl.” He commented.

I rolled my eyes and let it slide. We turned the corner and saw Roger and a few other guys from our cartel putting the unconscious body of Henry in a van. The reason why we didn’t rush after the asshole was because he was already running into our trap.

“He put up a nice fight,” Roger commented as he stood by us. “Landed a punch on Larry.”

Larry, one of our trusted men grunted. “He couldn’t even leave a scratch.”

“Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath.

“When will you send him to John?” Tom inquired.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll go with him to meet John.” Roger responded.

“I’ll go with you,” Tom voiced.

To shed a little more light on ourselves: Roger and I are twins.

We both got introduced to the mafia world when we were only 16 years old. It’s been 9 years and we are still going strong. While people our age were busy getting drunk at parties and hooking up, we were learning to disassemble and assemble heavy weapons. Not that we didn’t get drunk, probably a little too much even. Our dad trained us, guided us, and made us what we are today.

Six years ago, he stepped down and handed over his almost entire organization to run. Since then, Roger and I have made ourselves known. Dad still has his business where he buys and sells weapons, ammunition, and explosives.

My dad started the organization as the Hawkcuts but it sounded quite off. Since we were known for taking action when need be and instilling fear in the heart of anyone who dared to come against us, we chose The Rebels.

Adeline Pov,

Loud ringing pulled me out of my much-needed slumber. I groaned and reached to shut the alarm but realized it wasn’t the small device. Reaching the side of my bedside table, I picked up my phone and took it to my ear not bothering to check the caller.

“We leave in five minutes to John’s mansion,” Roger spat out.

I grunted. “I know that and?”

“I knew you would still be asleep. I woke up at 7 am and it is now 9 am. It only felt right to wake you up too,” I could imagine him smirking on the other end of the phone.

“Roger, I swear to God, I’ll kick your ass when I see you,” I cussed out but was cut off once again.

“Eh, quite unlikely, but for now focus on getting your ass off your bed and get to the mansion. You have paperwork to sign and it has to be sent by noon,” he reminded and hung up.

I threw the phone on the bed and fell after it. I grunted for the nth time and spread my arms on my bed like a starfis