Sitting in the back of the Rolls, like it was completely natural now with Kai. I was relaxed while I could be. Kai had argued with the others that he had the most calming influence on me, so he should get to ride with me. I don’t know how he got them to agree, but I’m not complaining.
“You heard Parker’s word of the day yet?” he asked.
I can’t help but smile, since I’d mentioned it, he was addicted to telling everyone his new words and their dirty meanings. It was brilliant, even if everyone else thought I was a bad influence.
“No, not yet, is it good?”
He just hummed with a grin on his face. His fingertips stroked my hand on the arm rest between us.
Huh, this is new.
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to move my hand away. I look from where he’s touching me to his face, and I see the question there, whether he’s going too far or not. I offer a small smile in return, which has him continuing.
“Did you know, a Dirty Kai is a couple who sixty-nine each other's toes?” He asks, trying to keep a straight face, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“You think that one's funny?”
He pulls a packet of Doritos out of nowhere.
“A Dirty Luna is when you give a hand job for a bag of these bad boys,” he says with a smirk, and I just laugh harder.
“These are brilliant, any other good one’s?”
“Roman’s was a dick sword fight and Parkers had Oscar jealous, because his own was gross.”
“Why?” I ask, caught in the magic of his words.
“A Dirty Parker is the act of splitting a girl in half with a huge cock,” he grins.
I could do with a Dirty Parker right now, and the look on Kai’s face tells me he knows where my head just went.
I don’t know what’s going on here, with any of the guys, but there is a connection that I just can’t deny. None of them have complained I fucked Roman, but it’s probably because they do things like this, stroke my hand or kiss my head, which can be just as intimate and leave me grasping for control.
Red just laughs, especially because she isn’t used to seeing them be gentle either. Roman continued to train her this week whilst I’ve not been able too. I’m glad they’re taking care of her, she comes more out of her shell around them every day, and even though our circumstances are difficult I see the happiness on her face that she’s not alone anymore.
We pull up outside the Business building, and as much as I could sit here and let him draw gentle patterns on my skin all day, we head out. Stepping out of the car I have to take a minute to compose myself, putting the walls back up he just melted away. My mind doesn’t fully trust them yet, but it seems my soul does, and it’s a constant battle internally, which usually leaves me on edge.
Heading towards Red and the other guys I notice all the tutors are standing around and it looks like they’re organizing documents. I’m not sure what’s going on, so I ask the group. Everyone, including Red, looks to Roman to answer, which doesn’t sit well with me, because that means he’s the only one with the balls to tell me.
Releasing a sigh, I prepare myself for what’s about to come out of his mouth. When even he doesn’t know how to say it, I start to get frustrated and raise an eyebrow in question.
“Fuck, okay. I didn’t realize it would be today, otherwise I’d have given you a heads up, but it looks like they’re going to be handing out tasks,” he says quickly.
The confusion is clear on my face because I have no clue what he’s talking about.
“Shit, they’re going to give us a different type of assignment. One’s which match our bloodlines.”
“You mean they’re going to be handing out criminal activity assignments?” I’m surprised, but deep down I know I shouldn’t be. As much as we’d been learning about this world, it was only a matter of time before we were expected to begin being more active in our roles. Just over two weeks in, and they’re already throwing it at us.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Roman responds quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Before I can ask anything else, a tapping of a microphone gains everyone’s attention.
Just like on our first day Barbette Dietrichson stands at the top of the steps waiting to address us.
“Good morning students, I’m sure you’re all thrilled about your next assignments. I remember this day when I attended Featherstone as a pupil, and the excitement I felt when I was able to finally contribute to the greater organization. It still lingers with me to this day.”
Fuck, she sure loves the sound of her own voice.
“We’ve decided to spice it up a little this year and instead of giving you set tasks we’re going to give you the chance to choose, a little like Russian Roulette if you please.”
How fitting.
“We will present to you three envelopes, two of which represent tasks based on your expected skill set and the third is ... a wild card shall we say,” she chuckles, but it’s sinister and has everyone on edge. I can feel the tension rolling off everyone.
“You will pick an envelope for your main bloodline and if both of your parents attended, you’ll pick a second. The wild card is the same for everyone. If you happen to choose that envelope, you will participate in that assignment all at once. Understood?”
She looks around then claps her hands.
“Fantastic lets begin,
