Chapter 9: That Dire Mistake

Christopher's POV

What was I expecting when I came out of the room. I was expecting everything except what appeared to be an empty apartment. I had been isolating myself for hours with the assignment that Asher gave me. That and I could not look Rory in the eyes knowing that I had given myself to him.

My playlist had blared throughout the room while I was researching the person of interest. I still could not understand why Asher wanted me to look up this woman. Besides a few hiccups she did not seem like a person to worry about. But who was I to question.

After several hours and my stomach groaning at me to feed it I pushed away my laptop and set the screen to sleep. I stretched my body from the kinks and knots I had given myself sitting on the bed. I was grateful that Noah had given me a laptop stand for my work.

I turned my body setting my feet on the ground when I hard a voice I did not recognize. I was not one to investigate but my stomach had other plans. I got up and stretch my body for a few minutes before leaving the room.

"Are you fucking with me, Noah? Terrell is dead and you did not bring me or Silas along?" As I turned the corner I could see a man with red hair sitting in the lounge with his back to me. HE made himself at home extending his arms on the top of the furniture.

I looked and saw that Noah was making a plate of food, and my stomach instantly began to groan for substances.

"I don't know what you want me to say. Ash wanted to have a quick and quiet operation. Going after one of the branches of the Slavic was not something that could be done guns blazing." I could hear Noah reassure his house guest.

When I came into the kitchen, Noah turned to me and stopped dead in his tracks. The look on his face was clear that he did not expect me out of the room. He glared at me taking in my form. I looked down and was still wearing my night clothes. I shrugged as I pointed towards the pot half full of coffee.

He rolled his eyes and turned getting a cup from the cabinet. When we locked eyes, memories of last night came flooding in. My worded debate with him to me fucking his brother hours later. I sighed as I took the mug and poured a cup of joe.

"I am just saying," I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed that his guest had still been rattling on until he paused. I looked up to see a rather tall Irishman glaring down at me. He may not have been as tall as the twins but he rivaled my height by several inches.

"Who the blazes is this," the man said his lip quivering in anger.

Noah sighed as she set a plate of food down at the table. "This is Chris," he said bluntly. "She is a guest with us for the time being."

The man nodded as he squared me up and down. I knew that look, Terrell gave me that look every single time I did anything for Jeger.

"Chris huh, that is not something I hear for a lass," he tsked. "Name's Malcolm." I did not answer as I sat at the table in front of the food. I could see him watching my every move.

I stayed silent and made no notion to entertain the man in front of me and Noah. I noticed that Noah was trying to get my attention for something but it was quickly interrupted by the wisecrack of the man adjacent from me.

"So which brother are you fucking Lil miss," he smirked causing me to almost choke on my food. Noah almost spit out his drink. When I reached for my coffee I took a gulp of it to help recover and steady my nerves. While Noah and I were trying to fix our discomfort I saw that this fucker was now at the table with his phone.

This fucker had some nerves and no filter.

"I don't know you well enough to discuss who or what goes in between my legs." I glared at him. That earned me a chuckle.

"Love that fire in your eyes love, too bad you aint my type," Malcolm said shaking his head. I gave him a cheeky smiled. "Pity."

"That's enough Malcolm," Noah said acting as a referee between us. I smiled at Malcolm's direction. He did not know who he was fucking with.

"Trust me Malcolm you are the last ginger that would test my headboard," I swear Noah almost dropped his cup. Malcolm whistled at my retort.

"Fuck, the mouth you got on you, girl. What I would not give to have that mouth swallowing my cock." He laughed.

"Not even in your dreams, prick." I glared at him.

"Like I said princess you are not my type. I prefer my women to dress in tighter things. Hoodies and jeans don't scream sexy, but the shorts are doing something for me." Malcolm smirked as he cuffed the crotch of his pants.

"That anger of yours compensating for something," I dared the man.

"The fact that you are going toe to toe with me proves one of the boys got to you. Or did they not want you, leave you flustered." Malcolm said. "If you get on your knees right now I might let you feel like a princess." He smirked.

I glared at him and in one swift motion I pushed back my chair and put both of my feet against the table and shoved it into his midsection. His hand was still sitting on his covered dick as he groaned in pain. The force alone knocked the wind out of him and I did not give him the time to recover before I got up from the table and was behind his back with a kitchen knife at his throat. I would be dammed if I let anyone act towards me like that.

"Wanna repeat that you prick," I growled. I could see the bewilderment in Noah's eyes. I silently swore at my irrational decisions. Fighting out the oaf without any witnesses was one thing but I went full throttle against an associate of the Cathal Brothers in front of the second oldest.

I fucked up.

"I gotta say I never had a woman get the drop on me like that." He chuckled. All of a sudden I felt a hand reach for me. Before I could react I was flipped over on to the table and the hit sent all the wind out of my lungs. I coughed as I saw Noah over me. I had been sloppy. I was so concentrated on Malcolm that I did not think about Noah. It was the same mistake I made when Rory left his gun for all to see. It was clear that Noah would not let me get free after that stunt.

I saw fire in his hazel'd colored eyes. I breathed slowly trying to regain my composure.

"Don't you fucking dare." He said. Malcolm stood up and rubbed his hands along his neck, no doubt he was checking for cuts.

"I knew that you were good but that…" Noah said as he kept his hands on me. However he had forgotten something. I still had the knife. I pointed it at the man staring deep to his soul.

"Move."

"No."

"Noah move," I demanded.

He pushed his body closer to the blade. I swallow as I looked down if I pushed more I would impale him. When I grabbed the knife I had cut myself in the haste. I saw blood leaking from my hand that was holding the knife.

"Noah let her go," I heard a deep voice behind us. I looked behind Malcolm to see Ash staring at us.

Any bravo that I had quickly drained from my body the moment I saw the 6'3 giant drop his bag and square his shoulders. Noah swiftly got away from me while I slide from off the table.

I glared at the house guest that caused all this. "You ruined my appetite." I snorted at him.

The laughter in the room belonged to Malcolm. "I do not take back what I said, little girl. That mouth of yours is something else."

He chuckled as he walked out of the kitchen. He touched Asher's shoulder and whispered something that I could not make out.

Asher's eyes never left my figure. His eyes tightened their gaze on me and that was when I realized that it may have been a setup to get me to drop my guard again. I gulped as when Malcolm left there was another man standing in the doorway. I could not make him out but I could tell where Malcolm was joking there was no humor in this man's persona.

I do not know how much Asher had seen but I know that it was enough. My slip-up would cost me dearly.