HER WEAKNESS

7

There’s a moment of silence. Perhaps Ingrid doesn’t even know why she likes me but when I look over at her she’s smiling.

“That’s why. You like getting into your head, over thinking and analysing things and it gives you this real dreamy and innocent look. It’s intoxicating. It makes me curious about you.” She slides even closer her hand wrapping around my shoulders, her breath now tickling against my skin. “Everyone who comes into my life wants something. Money, fame but you don’t. Your like a fresh breath of air and I want to know more about you.”

I search Ingrid’s eyes for any sign of deceit but what she says is the truth and it warms my heart. She leans forward and places her lips softly against my cheek. When she pulls away, she says. “Now eat before it gets cold.”

I nod my head and start munching away. Even Ingrid is now eating but with only one hand. The other has returned to my thigh and rubs circles in it tenderly. I look at Ingrid and laugh a little. She laughs as well.

Gosh why is she so breathtakingly beautiful.

Before i know what I’m doing I’m leaning in to claim her lips. I need to feel her. Want to feel her.

I’m mere centimetres away when there’s a loud crash and bang.

Not just any bang.

A gunshot bang.

I jump and everything happens so fast. Ingrid is standing up dragging me behind her . Her phone is pressed against her ear and she’s talking to someone. She peers out from the curtain. There’s more ruckus, screams and gunshots ringing out.

Ingrid let’s go off my hand and reaches down to her trouser leg where she pulls out a gun.

She glances at me with fear in her eyes before back before focusing back on the action on the other side of the curtain.

So many questions are rattling in my brain.

Has she had that gun the entire time!

Why did she have the gun?

And why would she need it?

All the articles I read about Ingrid suddenly come rushing back to me. Titles such as the Queen of Blood and the Queen of Wrath are imprinted in my head.

She grasps my hand tightly pulling me back to real life. “Stay close to me. Do not leave my side, is that understood?”

I nod.

She moves away from the front end of the curtain and drags me around the back of the booth. She lifts up the curtain and we duck out. Ingrid is searching for something until her eyes land on the fire escape.

Without any warning, we’re running.

A bullet pierces into a booth next to me ear and I scream but I don’t stand any chance of falling over with Ingrids strong grip. She spins me behind her and starts shooting back all the time still nearing toward the door which suddenly swings open. I Yelp as a group of men come rushing out with their guns pointed in our direction.

“ it’s ok their with me.” She tries to reassure me.

“Where do you want us boss?” One of the guys ask.

“Dougie and Miller. Take Amy. Get her out of the building and protect her with your life. Anything happens to her and I will personally avenge her.”

“You got it boss.”

Dougie and Miller swoop in and take me away from Ingrid. I don’t even have chance to say goodbye and when I look back she’s running into the core of guns and violence.

We run down many flight of stairs and don’t stop until we’re in the car park. They lead me towards their herd of massive cars and open the back door for me. I get in and they climb into the front.

“Who is Ingrid?” I blurt out.

Dougie and Miller share a look between them. “Not sure boss really wants us to say.”

“Tell me or I will get out of this car and run straight into the busy highway. Good luck trying to explain why I was squished by a cab.

They have no choice but to confess. “Ingrid Pierce is part of the Pierce Mafia. She’s the mafia Queen.”

Everyone knows the Pierce Mafia. They’re a notorious family who owns half of the city I just never realised it was the same Pierce.

This all meant that guns and violence was part of her regular life. There was no wonder now why she felt like I was a breath of fresh air.

Thirty minutes can quickly feel like a lifetime when your eyes are trained on the door waiting for her to come back.

The door opened. I was out of the car before I even knew it was her. But it was and her men were behind her.

Ingrid bee lined straight to me and engulfed me In her embrace.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“I am now.” She mumbles into my shoulder.

She leans back and studies my face. Meanwhile I’m checking her for injuries. When I’m content that she has only a few minor bumps and scratches I tighten my grip on her arms and finish way I started earlier. I crash my lips against hers.

It doesn’t take her long to respond and before I know if she’s slipped her tongue in and we’re fighting for dominance.

Never did I ever imagine that I would be stood in a car park kissing not only a women but a mafia Queen.