Olive. The Trilogy.

Chapter 3

“Sir?”

“Fred, make sure Clary is settled and tell Annie to forward all my work calls here.”

“Got it boss.” Fred – Michael’s personal bodyguard – said, leaving Michael’s office. Michael had moved his operation and his wife to a remote cabin deep in the woods. He didn’t appreciate the way Olive disrespected him but he couldn’t take any chances as he planned and exacted his revenge. Michael vowed that he was going to make damned sure that he found Olive and made her pay for her actions. He had ordered one of his employees to do a background check on her and the small (in comparison) company she represented. Obviously Olive hadn’t given her real name but she had an alias that was bullet proof. It was Anthony’s plan after all, there was nothing Michael could think of checking that Anthony hadn’t taken provisions for.

Once sat behind his big oak-wood desk, Michael made himself comfortable before he took a thin cream-colored file out of a manila folder. It was Olive’s alias’ file and it read as follows:

Name: Leah

Surname: Noveki

Height: 5’6

Age: 24

Eyes: Hazel Brown

Occupation: C.O.O at Noveki Pharmaceuticals

Full Name: Leah Masha Noveki

DOB: (Date Of Birth) August 12th 1996

POB: (Place Of Birth) Quebec, Canada.

Maternal Parent:

Maiden Name: Natasha Yana Patrova

Legal Name: Natasha Yana Noveki

DOB: (Date Of Birth) May 10th 1974

POB: (Place Of Birth) Moscow, Russia

DOD: (Date of Death) October 28th 2007

COD: (Cause of Death) Breast Cancer

Paternal Parent:

Full Name: Arthur Callum Noveki 

DOB: (Date Of Birth) July 24th 1971

POB: (Place Of Birth) Quebec, Canada.

DOD: (Date of Death) July 11th 2013

COD: (Cause of Death) Car Accident.

Brother:

Full Name: Marko Demetri Noveki

DOB: (Date Of Birth) January 1st 1993

POB: (Place Of Birth) Quebec, Canada.

Arthur Noveki, founder of Noveki Pharmaceuticals (est. 1990) in Quebec, Canada. Noveki Pharmaceuticals is a multi-million dollar company that produces on the shelf medication, over the counter medication and experimental cancer medication.

Noveki headquarters runs a medical research center that challenges the boundaries of modern medicine.

Father (Arthur Noveki) died (suspected foul play) when Leah was 17 leaving her and her brother, Mark (20) to run Noveki Pharmaceuticals. A medium sized Pharmaceutical Company based in Quebec, Canada with branches in Chicago, Tampa, Florida, and Bogota, Colombia. Leah Noveki is a Bio hacker, dedicated to finding ways to enable the body to better kill cancerous cells.

Taking a generous gulp from his whiskey, Michael kept reading, hoping to find something he could exploit but came up short. Legally Noveki Pharmaceuticals was iron clad. Illegally, there was nothing that could be tied to the company or the Noveki siblings. This further fuelled Michael’s frustration; he couldn’t fathom how clean they appeared on paper. It was clear to Michael that pharmaceuticals weren’t the only thing the Noveki’s were dabbling in. If it were, he wouldn’t be in business with them, buying rare diamonds. Turning yet another page in the thin file on Leah Noveki, Michael’s focus was undivided. That was until his phone rang. Not tearing his eyes from the page in front of him, he reached over and answered the phone, without checking the caller ID.

“Michael McNulty speaking,” he greeted into the receiver. 

“Michael!” Olive greeted on the other end in a cheerful voice.

“This is a secure line, how the f**k did you get this number?” Michael’s brows furrowed, worry evident on his face. It was only dawning on him now, that he had slightly under estimated Olive. Putting the file on ‘Leah’ down, he focused his attention on the problematic brunette on the other side of the line.

“You need not worry about that Michael, I am calling about a more pressing matter” she spoke confidently “such as my money.”

“f**k you!” Michael yelled into his sleek black phone “After the stunt you pulled? I’m not paying you a cent.”

“I know, I know” Olive mumbled over the phone “my brother gave me a tongue lashing about that. You know, where I’m from people who snitch, tend to get stiches.”

“Is that a threat?” Michael asked offence drenched in his tone. 

“Will you snitch on me again, if it is?” Olive joked but when Michael grumbled a few curse words under his breath, she added “lighten up dude, it was a joke. Would it help if I apologized for my behavior?”

“No.”

“No?” She repeated “fine.” Olive huffed feigning sadness.

“Fine?” Michael hadn’t thought she’d give up so easily but then again, Olive didn’t strike him as the back and forth type.

“I tried apologizing but obviously you want to do this the hard way.” Olive clarified “I actually don’t mind, this is going to be very fun.” Letting out a light chuckle before continuing, “well, fun for me at least” she said the last line in a singsong tone.

“The hard way?” Michael scoffed; clearly unaware of the lengths Olive was willing to go, to get the money “sweetheart, you don’t even know where I am.” He started, letting out a shoulder-jerking laugh, confident in his ability to stay off the radar “the hard way?” Michael repeated through his laughter. He had avoided many threats in the past; and even though he didn’t have all the information that he needed on Olive. To him, she was just another person on a long list of people who had tried to come for him.

The cabin Michael had retreated to was in a remote section of the forest, it didn’t appear on any of the satellites. There weren’t any roads on any maps that led directly to the cabin; one would have to hike miles up a slight incline – in the terrain – and then walk a few miles into the depths of the forest to find it. But little did Michael know that his opponent was a trained Lycan with Alpha blood coursing through her veins. Her keen super abilities made her the perfect tracking machine. She could find anyone.

Olive contemplated ending him right there and then but when she looked up at the view before her, a peaceful feeling washed over her body. There was an iridescent glow that slipped through the cracks of the vibrant tall trees, creating a golden glow around the cabin. The way the light from the sun danced through the air, created an intense shade of green that complimented the rich earthy brown of the tree trunks. It was truly a beautiful day out and the sun was doing that thing it does, where it shines. “I’ll give you ninety seconds to get the money together then I’ll call you back.” Olive muttered absentmindedly as she craned her neck and allowed the photoreceptors in her eyes to shift so that she could see even further at the overcast of vivid bright colors swimming aesthetically in the sky’s canvas.

“You are dumber than I thought. You actually think I’ll answer?” Michael taunted, thinking he had won.

“Ouch, you wound me Michael” Olive replied sarcastically. “Ninety seconds, your time starts now.” She hung up and adjusted her position from standing to crouching. Olive was high up in a tree with a sniper rifle in hand, aiming it at the cabin. Once she was comfortable, Olive took a deep breath and brought forward all of her Lycan abilities. Her hazel eyes had been glowing a crystal clear blue that allowed her to see deeper through the windows of the cabin. Olive positioned herself behind the scope and found Clary in the upstairs bedroom of the left wing, at the complete opposite end to where Michael was. Using her super hearing, Olive pushed back the melodic tune of the forest and its inhabitants and focused her hearing on the different footsteps that strained on the floorboards, pin pointing the location of every human in the cabin. Aiming her rifle at the TV, Clary was watching from, Olive pulled the trigger and the sound shot through the house as fast and as piercingly loud as the bullet did. Clary screamed and threw herself on the floor, three heavily built bodyguards ran into the room, guns out and searching for where the bullet came from. Olive looked through the scope again and fired, this time shooting one of the guards in the arm with precision.

The cabin was in full panic mode, matching the tense air of the forest, as birds flew scared from their nests. Olive called Michael again and true to his word, he didn’t answer “for f**k sakes” Olive spat out in frustration and peeked through her scope again, pushing her brown wavy locks behind her ear to use her heightened hearing once more, she picked up on Michael’s erratic heartbeat coming from his office. Olive shot four bullets through all four of the windows facing her, no doubt hitting two more people. The sound of bullets tearing through clothing and skin could be heard from the cabin followed by grunts and more screams, confirming that two more people were hit. Olive called Michael again, and this time, he answered.

“What the f**k is your problem!” He yelled.

“The money Michael” was all she said in response.

“f**k!” Muffled sounds of frustration came through on the phone, while Olive watched the cabin through her scope, hoping Michael would give her another reason to shoot someone. “There I sent it!” Olive checked the account and true to his word, there sat six million.

“It’s was a pleasure doing business with you, Michael.”

“What about my diamonds?” Michael questioned.

“Inside the safe, in the den” was all Olive said before she hung up. When Michael went to go check, like she said, there was three black jewelry bags that were filled with diamonds.

“You’re welcome” Olive said smugly as she walked into the office, where Elijah and Anthony sat plotting the next step of their plan. The heels of her black boots tapped in song, across the grey floor. Dropping her Versace bag on the couch next to where Elijah was seated, Olive sat on the opposite end, still feeling the heat emanating from his body, which caused her lightheadedness.

“We got the money.” Anthony said, unimpressed. He turned his attention back to Elijah hoping that Olive would take his lack of interest and gratification as a flashing sign that pointed to the exit.

“No. We got more than we asked for, so I think it’s a cause for celebration.” Pushing off of her seat with ease, Olive walked to the opposite end of the room to a tall hand carved, mahogany closet, containing an abundant amount of well aged bottles of alcohol, from all over the world. “Hmmm” sifting through at least a sum total of sixty bottles she finally landed on a hundred and twenty-eight year-old bottle of Whiskey. One, that had been passed down from generation to generation. I know, that all sounds very sentimental but it wasn’t even their family.

Back in ‘01 Theo Joubert took a trip to Ireland to meet with the Irish pack’s Alpha; Colin Delaney to discuss some business and a potential pack partnership. Overall, the trip included a lot of drinking and a lot of running in wolf form but nonetheless it was the best time of Theo’s life. On his last night there, Colin and a few of the lads sat at a Lycan owned biker bar in the south of Dublin drinking a bottle of Jameson, while playing poker. “When I was a wee pup, my Dah always used to say to me ‘Colin, do you know what the best thing in life is? Obviously, besides finding your mate.’ I was just maybe around four or five. I didn’t know a thing, but my Dah said ‘that first sip of whiskey chilled on ice.’ I never understood what the old bastard meant until I had Bourbon in the French Quarter. It was the best night of my life, I got drunk and met my mate; Noel.” Colin smiled looking off in to space, recalling and reliving that amazing memory. “I’ve got something for you Theo” Colin said in a chirpy tone, seeming very excited. He walked to the bar, a few feet away on his left and whispered something in the bartender’s ear. The bartender disappeared into the back for a few short minutes then returned with a dusty olden-day-looking bottle of whiskey. The bartender handed it to Colin so that he could bring it over.

“Theo, my friend. This bottle here” Colin placed the bottle on the table “was bought in 1893, by Reginald McCarthy. His daughter, Annabelle’s hand had been asked for; by the son of a King and to celebrate he saved up all his money to buy this bottle.” Running his massive thick fingers along the vintage lines of the bottle, Colin continued with his history lesson. “Two nights before the wedding men from a neighboring town snuck into his home and murdered his wife; Anya and first-born son; Atticus. Falling into a fit of despair, fueled by vengeance Reginald hunted down the men that were responsible and viciously killed them” Colin smiled sadly as if understanding the pain behind Reginald’s actions “then he hung himself. Annabelle inherited all his belongings including the Whiskey and kept it until she was on her deathbed. She hadn’t had the heart to open it, as it brought up so many terrible memories. Annabelle ended up deciding – as a way of honoring her brother, Atticus – to pass it down to Reginald Junior, the first. Who, she named after her father. Choosing to take such a mundane object that symbolized so much death, Annabelle decided to value the bottle for its intended purpose and told her son “only open this bottle once your daughter’s hand is promised and share it with her new family. Trust me my son, it’ll be the best and proudest day of your entire life. A day that you know you will never forget’ and her son asked ‘what if I don’t have a daughter?’ She sighed and responded “well, then you pass it on to your first born son and tell him the same thing.” It’s safe to say that not a lot of people had daughters back then.” Colin cackled in a drunken manner “I’m only f*****g with you! Reginald Junior the II was a terrible gambler and owed a huge debt so he gave me the bottle to settle his it and now I am giving it to you my new friend, you have a daughter yes?”

“Yes, of course. Olive” Theo smiled brightly, thinking of his princess. “Thank you,” he continued, genuinely grateful “I’ll add this to my collection.”

“Just make sure you only drink it when Olive is promised.” Colin reminded.

“I’m feeling a 1892 Bottle of Jack Daniels” Olive announced removing the bottle from the shelf.

Anthony and Elijah had been busy with the next phase of their plan that they hadn’t registered what Olive was doing but as soon as they heard her say ‘1892 bottle of Jack’ they both shot up from their seats “you can’t open that” Anthony said in a haste, crossing the room in a blink of an eye to pry the bottle from Olive’s hands.

“What are you doing?” Olive asked evading him, tactfully.

“You can’t open that!”

“Why not?” She questioned, raising a perfectly shaped brow.

“Because that’s dads bottle, only he can open it.” Anthony explained.

“Why?” Olive questioned further.

“Don’t you know about Reginald McCarthy?” Elijah’s smooth voice spoke up, questioning the woman he clearly, still loved but couldn’t have.

“No. Who is he?” Olive asked, scolding herself for engaging in conversation with him, but if there was one thing Olive hated, it was being in the dark.

“Dad didn’t tell you?” Anthony inserted, sounding quiet surprised. He and Elijah had heard the story once they found out Olive was Elijah’s mate.

This was way before he cheated.

“Clearly not.”

“Oh” the boys said in unison.

“Tell me about this Reginald McCarthy, what’s so important about him?” She demanded.

“It’s nothing, dad will tell you himself.” Anthony said quickly “give me that” he pried the bottle out of Olive’s hands and replaced it with a thirty year old bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label “pour this instead.”

Fighting the urge to force him to divulge the story, she muttered a “Fine.” Olive took the bottle unwillingly and poured three doubles on the rocks. Grabbing all three glasses she handed one to her brother and faked handing the second glass to Elijah. Releasing the glass mid air, Olive hoped it would mess all over the man responsible for her indignation but with the precision and speed of the Lycan he was, Elijah caught it, not allowing a single drop of alcohol to be spilled. The air sizzled for a fraction and Elijah peered up, locking his gaze with Olive’s, narrowing in challenge. Breaking the impromptu staring contest, Olive huffed in annoyance as she adjusted her own glass in her grip and sat down opposite him, waiting to get distracted by the next phase of the plan. Not once forgetting Elijah’s intense gaze on her.