Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Under the Surface
Asher's POV
After Malcolm and Silas left I had Miss Young head to her room. I would deal with her later. I looked at my brother and assisted him with the cleanup. Christopher Young was so petite and curvy but the destruction that she had caused in her wake was unbelievable.
At first, I ignored my younger siblings when they stated that she was hiding who she was truly was beneath the surface. When I saw the aftermath of her altercation with Carlson I paid attention to how he moved among us.
I could see how one of the twins followed the way she walked. Rory had always had a sixth sense for trouble and Christopher Young had it pouring out of every orifice. I was not really surprised when Colin and Noah mentioned that Rory had sex with her. I tried to hide my aggravation with the twins because we had all been there. Just not with someone under our employment. The last thing I wanted was for my brother to be blinded by a pair of tits and a bouncy ass.
I groaned internally thinking about how she had almost affected me late last night when she walked into my office with her nighttime attire. Her shirt was oversized and hanging from her shoulders. When she leaned forward to take the folder from me I could have grabbed her and fucked her right there on my desk. The shorts were short enough for me to see the curves of her body but still leaving enough for me to use my imagination as I gripped my cock that night.
"So what do you make of it," Colin asked, snapping me out of my thoughts of our captive.
"I was impressed when she took down Carlson but after her little brawl with Malcolm…" I thought long and hard about it. "Tell me what happened I came in to see you having her sprawled out on the kitchen table." I looked down at the table glad to see there was no dent from Noah's strength. The last thing I wanted was to replace another kitchen dining table, again.
"Well, it seemed innocent enough, their banter I mean. I could tell that Malcolm got under her skin when he asked about her sleeping with one of us…You didn't—"
"No," I said flatly. "The last thing I wanted was to give Malcolm any indication that we were free to fuck within the organization." I did not even mention to Malcolm that Christopher was staying with us nor did I tell Silas, even though he was the rational one of the pair.
"Well he kept prying as only Malcolm could and she acted. To be honest I barely saw her grab the knife."
"How did you get the drop on her?" I asked.
Noah shrugged. "She was so focused on Malcolm that when I slid behind her, she did not realize that I was there until I had her on the table. I am surprised she did not stab me." Noah said as he dumped all the trash and discarded food into the trash. He sighed in frustration. My brother was never a fan of wasted food. I knew that cleaning up this mess was something that his psyche was tearing at.
"You good Noah," I asked when he stopped at the biggest sharp of porcelain.
He nodded and stepped away to the couch in the lounge. "What do you think?"
"If I did not trust her before I am definitely suspicious of her now. There are not that many that can move like that with such precision." I paused when I thought about reaching out to friends of ours. "I think we should not push her too much from now on." I said.
"Push who to far," I heard a familiar and cheerful voice behind us while I was scrapping up the rest of the rubbish into the bin.
I turned to see both twins looking confused by Noah's heavy breathing and me fixing up the kitchen. Did not help that the bloody knife was in the sink for the moment.
"What in the fuck happened here," Rory said. He went to the sink and reached but I stopped him.
"Don't touch it. I am going to have the blood analyzed with Dr. Pierce." I said as I motioned for Colin to get the kit out of the office.
"Why do you need it to be analyzed," Rory questioned. "Colin and I leave for a few hours and someone gets stabbed."
Noah rose from the chair and leaned against the bar-top. "No one got stabbed, our little lamb cut her hand when she went for the knife. But that was after she kicked our dining table into Malcolm's gut."
The look on both twins' faces was priceless. "I am sorry I walked into the strangest thing I ever heard." Colin said as he opened a sample bag for me to put the knife in. I grabbed the towel and carefully put it in not to damage the bag or injure ourselves.
"Oh that's not the best part, she was behind him so quickly that even Malcolm was shocked," Noah said shaking his head.
"Bet the fucker was flirting with Topher and she got tired of it." Colin said laughing at the situation that Noah laid out for them.
"Flirting? Malcom?" I asked crooking my eyebrow at the twin. Malcolm did not flirt. I doubt the fucker even could.
"Well, the best way he can. Insulting and then propositioning his date," Colin said. Rory looked around and Colin tossed the first aid kit to his duplicate. But I caught it before he could get his hands on it.
"What are you doing," Rory demanded. I squared up to my junior.
"What are you doing? Don't let your little rut with her cloud your judgment. She attacked one of our own and the way that Noah described it shows that there is more to this woman then we believed." I took the kit and walked over to her room.
I did not bother knocking when I entered. She was sitting on the bed holding a towel to her palm. I glared down at her trying to decipher thoughts. I motioned her to get to the bathroom that was in the bedroom.
When she went to sit on the lavation, I stopped her and grabbed her by the waist. I quickly moved her on the flat surface of the cabinet sink. I gently grabbed her hand and examined it. She hissed slightly while I pulled her fingers wider.
I put the kit right next to her and opened it. I moved her hand to hover over the sink as I grabbed the alcohol. I saw her flinch when I twisted the cap off. I looked her in her eyes as I poured some of the contents on her bleeding palm.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Don't," I muttered. "If I had not you would have my brother playing nurse for you." I frown at the words I uttered. Did I really believe that my brother Rory was infatuated with her so quickly.
"Look what happened with Rory, I didn—
"I does not matter. You fucked one of my brothers and you attacked one of my colleagues. The only reason why I have not put a bullet in your head is because you have not turned the blade on any of my siblings. Nor have you made me question if you are contacting any of Jeger's affiliates."
I studied her eyes and waited for a respond.
"I almost stabbed Noah when he flung me on the table. He pressed into the blade…like he was daring me to," she whispered. She saw the demon that Noah tried his hard to push down. Did he see her worthy of the challenge? I shook my head as I began to dress her wound.
"I know my brother, if he knew that you were dangerous to his health; he would have slit your throat before you could blink." When I tied the last of the gauze I backed away from her.
"Tell me what you found," I demanded. For a moment I could see her trying to think about what I meant, but then she snapped to the realization. I could tell she was surprised that I did not question her on her motives or the brawl. I hand an Ace that would assist me with what I needed.
"Right," she said as she slid off the surface. Christopher walked to the bedroom and pulled out the same folder that I had handed her but it had more than just the name.
"Dawison Brooks, age 35 known to her family and friends as Dawie. She was born and raised in Limerick, Ireland. She moved out to Belfast at the age of 18 where she stayed in a flat with her now ex-boyfriend. She is a recovering addict of 10 years. Only fallen off the wagon once. She now lives in Wexford as a painter."
I whistled at the information that she had gathered in such a short amount of time. I had her research an old friend of the family to make sure that she was still stable in income and to make sure that Dawi had not fallen off the wagon again. I quickly flipped through the information. Even though Christopher had given me the cliff notes version, the majority was in the folder that I began to tuck in the crook of my armpit.
"Nicely done, Miss Young," I said in a monotone.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"One," I said. She was testing my patience.
"Why did you need me to look up a painter that has misdemeanors and priors but no recent issues with the law?"
"You did your job as a hacker, that was what you were supposed to do not ask questions," I said leaving the room. I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a few grand to Dawison with a request for a painting. I knew that I would hear her rants about early payment. Then I dialed a number that I only used as a last resort.
"Yo," the voice on the other end chirped.
"Need you to do an analyzation on a sample that I am going to leave you."
"Analyze it for what?" He asked.
"Everything. I also need to know the identity of the blood sample."
"Got it. Need a pick up?"
I sighed. "No, I am personally bringing it to you."
He chuckled. "Gotcha…see you soon brother."
He was one of the few that was allowed to call me and my brothers that without consequences. He was the fifth unofficial member of our little ragtag bunch.