White Raven

Ary parked in front of the old warehouse. It was on the outskirts of the industrial part of Chicago. Most of the area was abandoned since over half of the factories had gone bankrupt, and the few others that were still open were nearly there. The area was mostly used as a spot for teenagers to let off a little steam, and there was the occasional drug deal that went down, but during the day the area was mostly quiet. She knew her sparkly little lime green VW Bug was out of place in the junky area and she left it unlocked in the hopes that it would be stolen. It was her sister's old car and Ary had been forced to drive it since her truck was currently out of commission, as in residing at the bottom of the Colorado River. The loss of that truck was the hardest thing Ary ever had to deal with in her short twenty years of life. It was even harder to deal with than almost dying and having to move back home with her parents. The ground level of the warehouse was dirty and contained nothing except for a few old pallets of timber. She didn't really care to have a look around as she made a beeline for the industrial elevator. As she rode the clunky machine, she vaguely wondered if she should have brought a gun. She didn't need it for her own self-protection, but it would help to add emphasis to the seriousness of the matter. When she got to the loft, she wasn't surprised to find that its current resident was still in bed. It was only 6:30am and any self-respecting former gangbanger badass would have just gotten himself to sleep a couple hours ago. Of course, he would be sprawled out on his cushy King sized bed, with his silk sheets covering his middle. He was butt naked underneath it all if the boxer shorts lying next to the bed were any indication. She frowned. Normally, the nakedness of her victim could be used to her advantage, but her intended victim was pretty okay with himself, and he knew how to make her nervous. Shaking her head, she ignored the fact that he was naked and went about her own business. She crept over to the bedside table and opened the first drawer. As quietly as humanly possible, which for her was about as quiet as a person could be, she pulled out the handgun and then stepped away. When she felt that she was a safe enough distance away she made her move. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" she hollered loudly. The man barely even jumped before his hand slid over to the bedside table, searching for his gun. She vaguely wondered what it would be like to always be on her guard and to constantly worry about someone attacking her. She was paranoid, but not that paranoid. This man truly did have a lot of enemies he needed to protect himself from. "Looking for this?" Ary taunted, his gun dangling from her fingertip. Obviously having finally recognized her voice, the man slowly turned over. The silk sheet slid down, revealing all of his chiseled chest and abdomen, but still thankfully covering his lap area. Her eyes darted over the scars that covered his upper body, before raising them to meet the cold, steel blue eyes that were giving her an annoyed look. "How the hell did you find me?" the man demanded, running a hand through his buzzed jet black hair. She frowned. The last time she saw him, about three months ago, his hair had been long and bleach white. She guessed the deadly White Raven really was no more. "I like the new place," Ary commented, ignoring his question. She glanced around the mostly barren room. "I'm also digging the new look. I like the dark hair. It fits your moody personality much more than the greasy dreadlocks you had going on." She grinned over at him. In one swift, solid movement, Rave bolted out of bed and dove at Ary. She blocked his first initial attack, but because Rave was bigger than her by a good five inches and a solid 60lbs, and he had plenty of more fighting experience, she ended up pinned against the cold brick wall with one of Rave's hands gripping her jaw tightly. He smirked, until he felt the cold metal of his own gun pressed into his abdomen. "You won't shoot me," he whispered, his blue eyes studying her face. "And you won't hurt me," Ary retaliated, staring evenly into his eyes with her own butterscotch ones. She sounded confident, but she didn't totally trust her own words. Rave wasn't like the other men in her life. He didn't live by an honor system, only by survival instinct, and Ary was a major threat to his survival. "I could toss you onto the bed and take you right now, and not even feel bad about it." He smirked down at her, his eyes fixating on her lips. Thankfully she was wearing a loose t-shirt, but the fabric still strained against her breasts. His gaze raked over her body as his free hand went under her shirt. Ary shoved the gun harder into his side, until he hissed out a breath of pain. "Touch me like that again and I really will shoot you, and I definitely won't feel bad about it," she threatened darkly. Rave studied her, debating on whether or not he wanted to take it farther. He wasn't in the best of moods and Ary always put him in a worse mood. She was a hot little number with a tight body, legs that went on forever, and her face wasn't that bad either. She could get him hard with just one look from those butterscotch colored eyes underneath those long, dark lashes. He needed to bed her before she started to gain control over him. "Thanks for getting dressed," Ary said as Rave took a seat across from her at the kitchen table. He had pulled on his boxer shorts from last night and that was it. "Does my body bother you, honey?" Rave asked, sweetly. Ary's eyes raked over Rave's mostly naked body. He was twenty-seven and in his prime, and his body was at peak physical condition. He wasn't overly muscular in a body builder way, but he had broad shoulders and strong arms. Every inch of him was rock hard muscle. Every inch. Her gaze ended in his crotch, where his hard on was easily displayed against the loose shorts. Her eyes flicked back up to his and she had to use all of her self control not to gasp at what she saw. His eyes were steely and smoldering with barely suppressed lust. "Eh, I've seen better," she replied, coolly. She heard him let out a frustrated growl and smiled to herself. She didn't usually toy with guys, didn't even really bother with them, but something about Rave just made her not act like herself. "What exactly does the great Arabella Harper need me for?" Rave inquired, raising an eyebrow in question. "I have a job for you," Ary told him. "Oh really?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Got a cheating boyfriend you need taken care of?" "If that were the case, don't you think I could take care of that myself?" Ary questioned, setting Rave's gun out on the table. He eyed it, warily. "No, I don't need anyone killed, exactly." He gave her a curious look. "I need you to get back in with your old gang." "Why?" Rave inquired, leaning forward. He was curious as to why Ary would have any involvement with a small time Chicago gang. "Personal reasons," she answered, slowly. She wasn't ready to divulge any secrets to this asshole just yet. He could live with being kept in the dark a little while longer. "Listen, sweetheart, as much as I enjoy you showing up at my front door, begging for my help-" "I'm not begging," she snapped. "Call it what you like, I'm still not doing you any favors," he laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'll pay you for your time," she answered, easily. "You can't afford me," he answered, coolly. When she glared at him, his eyes just roamed casually over her body. "Unless you want to pay me with your body." He gave her a suggestive grin, leaning towards her over the table. "Then I might be willing to help you." Ary didn't reply, but instead reached into the pocket of her flannel jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. She slid it across the table, towards Rave. "That's five grand, just for listening to me. You'll get another five grand if you accept my offer. The job involves a few various tasks and a good chunk of time, but if everything goes as planned and you don't f**k up or screw me over in any way, you'll be sitting on a quarter of a million dollars." She grinned at his shocked expression, "So, Rave, do we have a deal or what?"