Page 6 of Infiltrated

“Well, well, well, seems like two of these were off mark. Care to place a wager then? I win and you guys leave me the fuck alone and walk out that door. I got someplace to be. Cool? Fucking Shadows,” Ellie spit out, and we all frowned. Looks like she was ready to get rid of us. We had a job to do, so why did that make me feel like shit?

“You. Mr. Blue Eyes, go ahead and start the spinning, but this time, spin faster.” She smirked. The men and I looked at each other. There was no way she can hit the target if it spins any faster, so what was she playing at? She threw her hair up into a bun and stretched, her sweater rising to show off a peek of her purple lace bra. I bit my lip, she noticed the action, and threw me a wink. Little minx.

Etienne started the spinning and she focused on herself, blew out a deep breath, stared straight ahead, and instead of spinning like Dimitri, she stood in one place while she threw the darts. When she was done, Etienne stopped the board. All. Dead. Center. She shook out her hair and sauntered away. “Bye, pussies.” My dick was hard as fuck.

Dimitri

I want her.

Charlie

Fuck,I had to go pick up Pixie but I had just enough time to beat Richard senseless for fucking with his wife. Fucking sexy Shadows wasting my time. I don’t back down from a fucking challenge and I’m the strongest magickal person they will ever come across. So fuck that machismo bullshit.

I noticed Richard duck out the back with the redhead. I followed for about a block before I clouded myself, and spoke, “Richard, Richard, Richard…I hear you’ve been attacking people in my city?” It was very Arrow-esque but Oliver Queen was sexy, so fuck it.

He jumped up and tried to run, forgetting the redhead that was with him. I grabbed him, punched him in the face and swept his legs out from under him. I laughed as the redhead ran down the street without looking back. I stood over him, and hissed, “Get the fuck away from Amy, if I see you in these streets again, you will be dead. Understand?”

“Stupid bitch, I’ll kill you both!” he screamed. Wrong answer. I laughed darkly. I took a second to reach into his mind and saw that he had been hitting Amy and started in on his children recently. Yeah, fuck that. Split decision, I snapped his neck and dragged his body into the alley nearest me. I set his body on fire and distributed the ashes into the wind.

Murder doesn’t bother me. You know what bothers me? Men beating on women. People do bad shit, people get away with it, and I fucking hate it. Especially here, these people have suffered enough due to the negligence of the council. Not anymore. Fuck that.

What is unfortunate is the consistent narrative of women being weak. Women aren’t weak, if properly trained, they can go head to head with any male; it’s not about strength, it’s about technique. As I made my way to the other side of the alley, I removed the cloud of darkness that hid me and made a mental note to open a free self-defense gym in the castes. I walked back into the bar, and waved goodbye to Burns.

I quickly transferred some money in Amy’s account, now that Richard has made a sudden tragic disappearance. I scoffed.

I paused and smiled as I reached where my bike was covered with the illusion. I removed it and threw my leg over to straddle it. I love my Beast.

As I started my bike, I addressed the four men who have been following me since I left the bar from the front entrance, “Gentlemen, you know that following a lady is considered rude and creepy, right?” I revved my bike up as they slinked out of the Shadows. “Very smooth, guys. Quite sexy to slide out of the shadows, but you know what is even sexier? Not following someone.” I cocked my head to the side. “Go ahead and add staring to that list too.” I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”

Mr. Green Eyed Fucker started, “I can’t get a read on you, what are your powers?”

“None of your fucking business, anything else?” I replied.

“That is where you are wrong, everything is Shadow business, little girl,” Vampire spoke up. God, he was hot. Stupid, but hot.

I laughed in his face. Hilarious. This guy should do some fucking stand-up comedy. “Yeah, okay Vampire, I’m sure if you ask around, you’ll find out that this area hasn’t been Shadow-anything for quite a bit. Thanks for the laugh though.” I winked at them and licked my lips dramatically, showing off my tongue rings.

“Bye boys! Good luck finding out shit about me.” I said loudly. As I pulled away, the Green Eyed Fucker reached out as if to grab me. I sped away to pick up Pixie, opening my mental link to fill her in, ignoring that as he reached out to grab me, purple sparks jumped from each of the men and toward me.Nope. Not Possible.

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“There's just some magic in truth and honesty and openness.” -Frank Ocean

“Sure, if I use my magick to peer into that openness. You call it intrusion, I call it mindreading.” -Charlie

Charlie

One Week Later

I pulledinto the Elite Strip Club, where only the top members of the society were allowed, parked my bike in the VIP spot and swung my leg over my bike and stretched. I loved riding. It really helped me think and process. Sometimes after “working,” I would just ride for hours with no end in sight, simply to empty my head to later fill it up with more endless information and studies. As I sauntered to the entrance I drew many hungry gazes, and some jealous ones. I had on a low halter top and black jeans that cupped my ass and sat low on my hips, combat boots completed my outfit because heels don’t help anyone kick ass. My outfit showed off the tattoo that covered my entire back, a watercolor tinker-bell, sprinkling pixie dust surrounded by purple streaks. I got it after me and Pixie completed the bond. I ignored the stares, at five foot two, hazel eyes, with long purple hair that hit my lower back, an ass that can rival Kim Kardashian except mine was real, toned legs and abs, C bordering D cups, I was pretty much a rap video come to life. I didn’t have to create an illusion to look good, I just had good genetics. I worked hard to tone my body, and fuck, if I was going to tamper down my looks for anyone. I didn’t resemble my parents except for my eyes and hair, I had my mother’s eyes. Except she wasn’t Lily Potter and she didn’t dye her hair, when I just couldn’t bear to see the long dark tresses anymore, the image and memory was too painful, I dyed it the same color of the streaks on my back. A deep purple. I didn’t have time for pain, I needed focus, strength, and a clear mind.

I took notice of the line, walked straight to the door, nodded at the huge, muscular bouncer Twinkie. No, seriously, his nickname was Twinkie and if you ask him about it he would punch you right in the face. I gave him a fist bump and walked right in. I was well known. It was for a reason. My powers were tampered down, and everyone thought I was simply a badass. My reputation was ruthless but again I needed to make sure it was, they didn’t need to know who I was. Whispers and rumors travel just as fast as truths. My whispers gave me my badass reputation, well that, and the fact that I would probably break your face before you have a chance to insult me twice. I was typically given a wide berth, oh well. Bright side is, while everyone has a specific dress code due to the “elite” status of this strip club, I wore whatever the fuck I wanted. I walked up to the bar where Pixie was working tonight. Pixie danced part time and worked the bar, and if I thought I loved her when we were younger, it was nothing compared to our bond now. She was gorgeous. Curvy, with a short layered brunette bob that framed her face but looked wind swept, toned legs from the pole dancing and training, and striking eyes; one blue, one green. Her lips were nothing short of a wet dream, people pay for those type of lips. I, of course, got them for free, from Pixie. Our bond tugged and she looked at me and made eye contact. I felt the air leave my lungs. She is the only person I trusted and the only one who knew everything about my life. That type of bond, not solely magick, but true friendship, cannot be replaced.

I smiled at her, nodded toward an empty booth in front of the stage so I can watch her dance in a few. She took this job in order to be close to the elite members in society. Pixie had the power of mind reading and manipulation, however she can break down any barrier and completely destroy your walls without causing any pain and turning the person into mush. That type of control, if anyone knew, would be highly coveted. We were counting on it. We needed her position here in order to pick up any information about the Shadow world and the Council. The only other person with that amount of power and control was me, and I helped train and hone her skill over the years. She was perfect. In every way.

The pole dancing was a perk we came up with when we set her up in this club. Truth was, you want to break into a mind? You do it when the only thing on a mind was sex. Easy. So we started to include that in our training and gained a new respect for all pole dancers everywhere. We flared up muscles we didn't know we had. It was brutal. I sat down and a few moments later, Pixie brought me a line of ten rainbow shots and set them on fire, and gave me kiss garnering the eyes of every patron. I smacked her ass as she sauntered away. Yeah, I was the only one who got to do that, this was a look-don’t-touch-type of establishment and the owner, Pixie’s friend, James, who wasn’t happy about his “baby sister” dancing, was actually a mean motherfucker who had no problem breaking a few bones to make that clear. He loves me, he has no choice as I was, by association, his second annoying little sister who was in love with his sister. Besides, I shrugged internally, even if he didn’t like me, Pixie can be a scary bitch when provoked, and well, there aren’t that many people who can take me.

“Are you sure you can handle all that liquor, sexy lady,” some sleazeball greasy looking motherfucker, with an expensive suit, said as he tried to slide into my private booth. He must be new or stupid. Probably both. I mean my booth was technically for eight, and no one but me ever sat here, and everyone knew it.

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