Ch. 6 Meeting the gang leader

I think about the dream last night and my heart flutters for an unknown reason. I would like to think more about the dream, but I need to get going.

I arrive before Sheela shows up, which is good she would probably freak if I wasn't here. Orlando looks at me when I walk in and and says, "You hung up on me." He exclaims. "Really your hung up on that ." I replied. He then looks towards the door and sees Sheela come in. "Hey, Sheela your clothes are in the back." I follow her after I smile at Orlando.

"So, Sheela ready for work today?" I say getting changed as well.

"Yeah, just somewhat scared of him." She says.

"I get that, remember I'm always here." I say.

"Of course, I know, I'm always here." I say.

"Of course, I know, I'm so glad that I don't work at that hotel anymore." She says smiling up at me. "Thank you."

"Yeah, we should get going before customers start showing up." I say walking to the door. "Let's go."

Orlando looks at Sheela and then looks at me and I glare at him, and he gets the hint. Me and Sheela talk during the morning to lunch. We decide to go eat fish; I really wanted some. I have Orlando join us and I see that Sheela doesn't really like that. We take my car; Sheela sits up in the front next to me and Orlando is in the back.

The fish is delicious as always. Sheela nervously eats and keeps looking at Orlando. Orlando completely doesn't look in her direction and states at his fish eating it.

"So, snice both of you guys know the area better than me. How about showing me some places tomorrow." Sheela and Orlando lock eyes and Orlando looks away.

"I can, there's a bar I can show you the library." Sheela's says not wanting me to be alone with Orlando.

"Both of you can show me these places. I'll be looking forward to it tomorrow." I say, finish with my fish. And soon after, they both finish their fish, and we leave leaving a tip behind.

"I think I got you addicted to eating fish." Orlando said, which Sheela giggles a lot bit turns into laughter as I start laughing.

"I think I turned on the laughing faucet." He says, making us laugh even harder.

We get out of the car as soon as it's parked and get back to work. After such little time Sheela gets a little bit comfortable with Orlando. I guess she's finding him not so bad now.

It gets to closing time and me and Orlando take his car after I say bye to Sheela. I keep the gun accessible in my jeans. I look out the window till we get there. He turns into an alley and there's some of his gang outside of the door guarding it. We get out of the car and they look at us, they both remember him but not me.

He tells them that I'm with him and they let me pass, I smirk at them as I walk in. He takes me to his gang leader.

"By the way our gang is called Night Tiger." He says.

"Nice ring to it." I say complementing their name.

"Yeah, it does." He says.

"Here, let me enter first." I smile and let him enter first.

"There's someone here who would like to speak to you." Now he lets me enter.

"Hello, I am Jena Leanheart, and I presume you're the leader of Night Tiger." I stand facing him.

"I am and what do you want with me?" He asks.

"To fight you." As soon as the words left my lips he stands and shouts.

"Girl your weak and can't fight, just go."

"Hm, I think not. I said I wanted to fight you and I will." I say and pulled out my gun and pointed it at him.

"Or I can shoot your bodyguards." I say and pulled out my gun and pointed it at him.

"Or I can shoot your bodyguards." I say, with my wicked smile on my face.

"Fine let's fight." He says finally.

He's grinning and so am I; it's been awhile since I fought. He runs at me trying to punch me I doge to the left kicking him in the stomach. He catches his balance and turns around to try and knock me off my feet. Instead I jump on him down to the ground, I keep my hold on him.

"I see you have quite a grip." He chuckles.

"And you need to learn how to fight." I say, giving a little laugh. I pull him up and are faces our close to each other giving me the same feeling from my dream. I pull away letting letting go of his arm.