Chapter 1

"Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing"

"Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"Is this what you brought?"

"What's with it?"

"Did you look at it at least before?"

"I took a wide look, but . . ."

"It's obvious you did not."

"Will you please tell me?"

No, here, take another look and tell me what's wrong."

He took a few steps and bent down to see a bit better. After all it was a bit dark in the warehouse.

"Well?" Ben said impatiently.

"I don't see anything wrong with it."

Are you kidding me??" he almost yelled.

Marco hissed "shhhhhh!!!"

"Why don't you call the cops while you're at it"

Ben stared right back at him with rage in his eyes.

"It's not like you"re the one who has to hand it over, he'll kill me if I get him this."

"Well it's a girl what els does he need?" said Marco dismissively.

"He's not you to be satisfied with what ever he can get his hands on. I told you on the phone this is supposed to be a gift to his nephew for taking over in the north. He expects quality."

"So? It's a girl and she doesn't look that bad."

"Well it doesn't exactly look good either."

Marco gave him an exhausted look and covered his eyes for a second.

"I told you on the phone, young between 17 to 19, blond hair, preferably blue eyes." Said Ben matter-of-factly.

"what do you want me to do? I was busy. And by the way her hair looked blond under the sun." He said pointing at the unconscious girl on the floor.

"Well it's a brunette. I'm not taking responsibility for your screw ups."

"Fine. Fine, I'll hand her over myself, happy?"

"Happier than when I was supposed to tell him." Ben said sarcastically.

"Can't you do me a favor and at least make it presentable? I swear I'll make it up to you" said Marco while giving him his most charming smile.

"Honey I'm gay not blind. Even if you were gay I still would be way out of your league." Ben said with a smirk.

"Come on, he'll be pissed if I hand her over like this. And you know he is not the most reasonable guy when he's pissed. Who knows maybe he'll kill both of us."

Ben rolled his eyes at him. "Fine but you still owe me big time."

"Whatever."

"Now go sit over there, I'm not taking her clothes off with you ogling her."

Marco didn't move and just stared at him. Ben returned his stare. After a few seconds Marco rolled his eyes at him and drew back while Ben gestured at the old couch in the corner with his eyes.

Marco put his hands in his pocket and dropped himself on the couch, facing the door.

After a few minutes he was almost sleep but then heard Ben yell and practically jump up and drew his gun.

"WHAT THE HELL??? WHAT IS THIS?"

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