Chapter 17 - Angel Queen

Vivian's POV:

“Tokyo shit again, huh?” I’m speaking to Jason, one of my men, the one who closed my door. He’s driving.

He’s avoiding my stare as he’s fucked up of what I said earlier.

You fucking sucker…. He, he, he…. Only from that, kid?

I’m so amused inside, but cold in grimace and attitude with him. I have just taken my shots for keeping me awake and strengthening my body for possible shots and stuff when I’ll get physical. It’s a cocktail of serums which is empowering me, but when they get in, it fucking burns and stings in a webbing manner my entire body. No, I don’t feel the injections, don’t worry.

The serums are fucked up for a while. After they settle in, I’m the strongest bitch. At least, it comes with perks all this shit. I don’t drop dead and I don’t feel the wounds. And the recovery is fast. I do feel them if it’s too deep, but that’s a whole other shit. Never mind. I’m good.

“Yes, Raven. Big shipment. All movements have been intercepted. Jackson is dealing with the Paris one. Monroe is waiting at the jet for us to go to Tokyo. It shouldn’t have been today, but we’ve got notification they’ve changed plans as they’ve got inside people who made room for an earlier entry in our country.”

Hmm…. Inside people again…. Alright. These is going to take some time. It’s perfect. I won’t see the fucker kid for a while. For what he did today, kissing me?! WITH TONGUE AND ALL?! YUCK! Remembering that, I take my right hand and fucking rub my lips as I feel dirty. Fucking shit! He’s lucky I’ll be out for two weeks…. I would have killed his ass until sunset. Little fucker…. NO FUCKING ONE HAS DONE THAT TO ME! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I’LL KILL HIM WHEN I COME BACK! YOU’RE MARKED, KIDDO!

Jason probably sees my anger and grimaces as I’m looking over the window.

“Raven? Everything alright?”

NO! Whatever…. I release a prolonged sigh and cut him with my stare.

“I’m good! Speed up!”

I take my phone out from my jacket and send Stevie the following message.

‘Eat all your meals. Behave. Study. Homework. No girlfriend. Don’t bond too much with the little fucker. When I’ll come back…. I’LL KILL HIM! Don’t wait for me. I’m out of the country. About two weeks. I’ll be okay. Be a good boy and don’t make me go crazy again. Your credit cards are not canceled…. Yet…. Love you, baby bro. Crazy Viv as always. :P <3’

I fucking love you so much, Stevie…. You’ll be fine with the monster…. He seems a good one and fond of you. He’ll protect your ass while I’m away. When I’ll be back, I’ll kill his ass…. Until then, he’ll do some babysitting to pay for what he did to me. Fucking son of a bitch! Keep your cool, Viv…. Keep your cool…. You have shit to do….

I shut down my phone and put it in my jacket. No calls or messages will come now on it until I finish my Tokyo job. I have the other phone on which only important official people have to get to me.

The flight to Tokyo went fast and I’m with Monroe and fifteen agents with us. We’re at the safe house now and it’s nighttime, 8 pm. The guys ordered some food and I’m in the office to look over the files and plan the mission with the last intel.

Monroe comes in.

“Here. Eat something. You haven’t eaten anything. How’s the plan going? Desiree is landing in an hour. She said she wants to see you, for a girls’ talk something.” He smirks.

I give him a cold look and go back to my laptop to map the info from the satellite.

You mean husband talk and fucking…. That’s her girls’ talk. Whatever…. I wanted to see her, too. I need her company for a while as I’m going crazy….

“Tomorrow morning. We go and meet the mafia. We’ve got our identities. They are expecting the crazy me, a mafia queen lunatic. No moves until we get other info. We need to play for a while. They’re deadly and will test us. Don’t get involved more than necessary. I can deal with them. Tell the boys. You can go now. I need alone time. Prepare my room. I’ll need some sleep for some time. We’ll show our faces at one in the morning in their main club where they lurk and have fun.”

He’s standing in front of my office with his hands in his pockets, studying me and with a stare that annoys me.

“Monroe? I need you for the mission. Don’t make me send you to the hospital earlier or worse. Out! Now! Send Desiree here when she arrives….” I motion my head at him to go and then have my eyes back at the laptop.

Little fucker…. I’ll snap soon enough. You know too well and still pushing it….

“OK. See you later then. If anything, call me. And eat. You can’t survive only on serums….” He goes, barely. I ignore him.

I have enough to survive from. Stop worrying…. I won’t die from this….

Desiree arrives and storms into my office.

“Girl!” She’s in an all red suit which screams on her, but in a hot manner. She’s so crazy…. Well, different kind of crazy than me….

Glad to see you….

I stand up and we hug each other. I so needed this. I feel so alone at times and if she wasn’t part of my life, I’m sure I would have killed myself multiple times….

Baby girl…. I feel like crying…. I’ll hold it in…. I don’t want more questions from her than she already has….

“You came all the way here? Can’t say I’m against. I needed to see you, Desi…. Want to eat something?” She’s all smiley and happy.

Did you have a sex party on the plane again? The pilot? Whatever…. Shit…. The things she does….

I go to my chair and she sits on the one in front of me, taking out her cigarettes. I motion to her to give me one, too. She gives me after she lights it for me.

“Thanks, baby.”

“Girl! Stevie called me ongoing to ask about you. And at some point, your husband grabbed the phone and spoke to me asking, all crazy, about you. His voice?! Fucking orgasmic! Sorry…. It’s instinctive…. Not wanting it…. It’s your husband and all…. Anyways…. I told him you’re in Paris with business and that’s all I know about you. He was so fucking pissed and with 'my wife' kind of shit! Told you it won’t last long until he would realize what he got….” She throws her eyebrows at me and curves her lips in a bitchy way for her correct predictions with glamorous eyes on me, smoking.

I send my smoke into her direction and she laughs with appetite.

You rock my nerves again, Desi baby…. Why? Little fucker with the ‘my wife’ shit…. Go and fuck and just forget about me. I’ll never be a real wife to your ass. Like in never….

“What did Stevie say?”

I don’t give a fuck on the fucker. My baby bro is important to me….

“He was worried about you as you sent him a text message and he couldn’t call you and you haven’t answered to his text messages. I told him to not worry as you’re fine and you’ll return as you told him, safe and sound as always. And that was all. Anyhow, how was with your husband? The guy who hit on you? The one you beat in the club? He’s your husband’s best friend! And there are two more! They were so impressed and taken away by you. Vincent one said he’s so in love with you and the one you trashed is Michael. When he heard you’re David’s wife, he went crazy! All of them were crazy about you…. I spent some hours chatting with them. Haven’t fucked any of them, sadly…. They’re some studs! And loaded with money…. Vincent is an art collector and….”

I raise my hand at her to stop as I’m really not interested on that.

Really don’t give a fuck on them…. Not my fucking business anyways….

“Spare me with that. You know I don’t give a shit on that, baby. I’m happy you guys bonded though…. Maybe one of them will crack and please you soon…. My fucking husband? He tried to kiss me at my fucking place while I was taking a nap and kissed me for real in his own fucking home, with fucking tongue and everything! Yuck! He fucking forced me, keeping me caged on him with my fucking arms at my back first, and then all over me! Like a fucking animal! First one who ever did that! I’m so fucking angry!” I cringe with a matched sound from my mouth on my chair.

She’s so invested and living herself what I’ve just said. I think she’s wet hearing that as her eyes are so heated up and like a sponge to my words.

You fucking drive me crazy!

“Really?! What then?! Tell me, girl! I’m tripping over here! What then?! What did he do?! Did you fuck him already?! That’s why he was so crazy over the phone?! Speak! I’m having a heart attack in the anticipation of what’s next!” She’s like she’s waiting for a porn scene over the TV….

FUCK YOU, DESI!

“Desi! I beat his ass and almost shot him with my gun! If Stevie wasn’t there to stop me, I would have shot the little fucker! He has no fucking decency! Like, really?! Where did the not wanting fucker from the morning went?! He was so against and all angry on me and then, all that changed just like that and he was all over me! He fucking drives me crazy! I’ll fucking kill him!”

Her tension blows off and puffs at me with a roll of eyes, taking another cigarette.

Yeah, you would have fucked him all day, all night…. NOT ME!

“Go figure…. What did I expect at a crazy bitch like you…. So, you had no feeling when he kissed you? A sensation? A tickle? Something? Girl! You drive me crazy! What did I tell you?! He’s your husband! He’ll fuck you! Get it to your fucked-up head and accept it! He won’t give up! And he’s already turned on! And these two weeks? When you’ll go back? On your forehead? Do you know what I already see as it’s fucking stamped there? You’ll get so fucked! Like in real fucked! You’ve turned him on and he’s going to stay in the agony till your return. That guy isn’t the type to fuck another woman if he has one. I know the stories around him. He’s so fucking hard to get and rarely have I heard of women who fucked him. No, he’s not gay. He’s very selective. And you girl? Baby? Prepare your fucking core! You’ll get so fucked! Ha-ha! Serves you right…. I’m sorry, baby…. But it’s already overdue…. Even that, has an expiration date. And it’s in your fucking terms! He’s husband! You’ve fucked me all these years that you won’t do it outside marriage. There! He’s legal and he has the right to fuck you! Oh! I’m so happy! She’s getting it soon! My baby girl! Yay!”

Obviously, I’m so pissed over all this and I could kill her, too, right now for how much she’s enjoying this. It’s like she’s getting revenge over my fucking ass!

HE’LL NEVER FUCK ME! I’LL SEE TO THAT! HE CAN’T DO SHIT TO ME!

“No. No sensation, no tickle, no nothing. It only made me sick and wanting to kill his ass. Just that. He’ll not fuck me! I’ll fuck him! Dead! Got that?! Stop with the crazy dancing and smile! I won’t have sex with him! NEVER!”

You bitch…. Only about sex…. I can’t speak to you about something because you go on that subject. All the time!

She’s standing and dancing like crazy, all excited that I’ll get fucked soon. Her dream of seven years…. To hear I was fucked and I’ll get fucked.

“You’ll get it! YAY! You’ll get it! YAY! He’s going to give it to you! YAY! I love the stud…. He’s going to torture your ass! YAY! Finally! YAY!” She’s throwing her hands at each ‘yay’ and I’m narrowing my psychopath stare at her. She ignores it, like always.

Fucking lunatic and your sex thing…. Gosh…. I’m so fucked up…. I feel like crying in general…. Yeah, I’ll kill myself soon enough…. What I have inside is too fucking much…. I can’t deal with it anymore…. I miss mom, dad, Marianne…. They are in a better place now…. Maybe it’s time to go, too…. With the last bomb, marrying the kid and how he acted on me…. I’m so losing it…. Stevie will suffer…. But he’ll be fine…. He has the trust fund and I’ve dealt with problems…. He’ll have an okay life…. I won’t be there, but he’ll have from what to live on…. He’s smart…. I’m too crazy already and I snapped bad in front of him…. To see me like that…. Wanting to shoot the little fucker…. It pains me…. To see the crazy sister he has…. A killer one…. I’m not a great model of a sister for him….

She must see my lost look as she’s shaking me and snapping her fingers before my eyes.

“VIV! WAKE UP! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I was just fooling around…. Don’t be like this…. You know I love you, baby girl, and want what’s best for you…. Don’t lose it…. Alright?” I say nothing, just want to cry, but keeping it in. She takes me in her arms, rubbing my back and kisses the top of my head. “What am I going to do with you, baby? You break my heart…. Don’t do this to me….”

She cups my face and makes me look at her.

“Don’t fucking lose it. You’re the best. Always. Lives depend on you. Worldwide. You are our best. I need you, Stevie needs you, and others as well. Okay, baby? Ice yourself and keep going. You’ll heal eventually…. I know you will…. It’s not your fault. Not for Marianne, not for your parents. You have no fault in their deaths. There’s nothing more you could have done, girl. Trust me. I know. For Marianne? You almost got killed yourself! What more could you have done, baby?! She knew not to go there. She knew she wasn’t able to deal with it. She went stubborn and you found out too late. Where’s your fault in it? You were hit by a car and shot three times for her! Enough! You put a fucking charity foundation for her! 150 million, VIV! WHAT MORE?! Don’t you fucking leave me! I need you! I’m alive! I need you! I loved Marianne, too…. You know I did….”

We are both silently crying…. She’s having her arms around me and I rest my right hand on her left arm.

We man up after this, well, I man up, and at one in the morning we go in the club where the Tanaka Mafia is for leisure time. I enter with the suit of men as bodyguards behind me. We are armed and deadly.

I take my mafia attitude and play the queen. Tanaka Makimoto is here with women all over him and bodyguards around him. He’s semi-drunk and feeling some of the women sitting on a black leather sofa with him and sniffing some drugs to get into the atmosphere. Yeah, the big shipment is in drugs. One billion shipment, going to America on the streets.

Music booms inside and there are semi-naked women dancing in cages in sexual movements. They do human traffic, too. Prostitution. We’re here for the drugs.

I go and sit in an all lion attitude and stance on the sofa in front of him.

He’s snaking his head to gasp my person. He smiles now and has a lustful look. Yeah, he’s taken by drugs and alcohol. I cross my legs and light a cigarette.

“Angel Queen…. I know you….” He speaks in Japanese.

Of course you do. You’ve just received my pictures and mafia name….

He offers me a sniff of drugs.