#roman gofrey

[simple-skarsgard]

Break Me Down

Requested: Yep Pairing: You and (Dominant) Billie Boi Prompt: Bill’s brother flirts with you to piss off his brother and Bill gets jealous and you have angry sex.  A/n: These are actually 2 very similar requests put together so here ye go my little lambs. This gif makes me uncomfortable because this is a rape scene but I used it so you guys could have a visual anyways Im sorry. I don’t know how to writeimsorry.

You couldn’t have been more fed up with Bill at the moment. You were sat down looking like an entire fucking meal. Hair done up, make up on point, a cream colored dress that showed off your fantastic legs and cleavage. You’d only dolled yourself up for the purpose to catch bills attention and he’d hardly looked your way all night. 

He was busy going around being a social butterfly and mingling with coworkers and bosses of all sorts. You knew it was for his work but god it irritated you that he hadn’t even complimented your efforts that were always meant to swoon him. 

“You look lonely,” Alex, Bill’s brother, took a seat beside you on the velvet love seat. He smiled at you and you only smiled back in courtesy. Truth be told, it only upset you more that Bill’s brother acknowledged you more in that sentence than Bill had the whole night.

“Yeah sure have a seat next to the lonely girl, I’m sure she’d appreciate the company of someone other than the person she wants to be with,” you huffed slightly.

“Ouch,” Alex took your comment with a grain of salt and laughed,”what’s got you down, (Y/n)?”

You folded your lips contemplating if Bill’s brother was the right person to talk about this sort of issue with. You decided against it, but hinted at it by glancing at Bill’s direction. Alex wasn’t stupid. He figured it out in a heart beat.

“Ah, I see,” he looked you over as if mulling over ideas that could turn your frown upside down and then he got a smirk on his lips.

“I got an idea,” he said before he adjusted his gray suit and leaned back slightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his chest. He whispered in your ear to start laughing and act like you were having a good time. 

You exaggerated your laugh slightly, but it was enough to get Bill to stop talking and turn his head to where he saw you sitting with his brother. He frowned slightly and looked over the situation and suddenly felt a massive discomfort growing in his chest. 

Alex spoke loudly enough, acting as if he wasn’t aware that Bill could hear or much less was already looking at the two of you.

“Wow (Y/n) you look really good tonight, why are you all alone?” he tilted his head and looked you up and down, he let his arm loop around your waist and dared to bring you closer. He couldn’t help wondering if he was crossing the line, but Alex was a male. And he understood male’s train of thought. You never mess with a man’s girl.

You only shrugged in response and decided you’d add fuel to the fire by resting a hand on Alex’s thigh,”Thank you for noticing Alex.”

Bill glared at you when you emphasized on his brother’s name fully knowing you were throwing shade his direction. He turned his attention back to the group he was talking to before he folded his lips in a false, but trying, smile and excused himself.

While you and Alex lowered your voices to act as if exchanging secrets between each other like kids, Bill walked up to you.

“(Y/n),” he said sternly,”Outside. Now.”

He turned on his heel and set down a drink he had in his hand on a nearby glass table. You watched as the remainder of the drink swished hard out of the glass and spilled contents onto the table. That alone showed how angry he was. 

Alex looked at you one last time before stretching his lips in a ‘yikes’ face. 

“Good luck,” he wished.

You sighed before nodding,”I’ll need it.”

You trailed down after Bill to meet outdoors.You’d been so lost in your own thoughts about how’d you get his attention, you forgot it was still day out. The warmth felt nice and you couldn’t help, but smile slightly. What a nice day. 

You were going down the steps as you watched Bill pacing back and forth angrily in his black suit. You bit your lip as you watched the fabric hugging his body and his hair slicked back which had been messed up because he was running his hand through it impatiently.

When you came face to face with him you didn’t even try to hide the coyness in your smile. You’d wanted his attention and now you’d received it. Not entirely how you wished, but it was a start.

Bill glared down at you as you began to walk to fingers up his buttons.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” you tilted your head and looked up at him innocently. 

“Don’t act stupid, (Y/n),” he was seriously pissed.

You roll your eyes and let your hand fall away from him,”What, Bill? Does it piss you off that Alex pays attention to your girlfriend more than you do?”

“That’s not true,” his words hissed through gritted teeth. 

“I beg to differ.”

“Why are you acting like this?! You know I’m here for a job and I need to make good impressions,” Bill tried to defend himself.

“And you can’t do that with me by you?” you crossed your arms,”You have to leave me alone waiting for you be done small talking, is that it?”

“(Y/n), please, this isn’t the time to start picking fights.”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk!”

“Yeah because I’d appreciate it if my brother didn’t have his fucking hands on my girlfriend!” he snapped.

“Does it annoy you that he held me like that? Does it piss you off that he was more capable of doing your job than you?” you shook your head and turned around and just before you could stop yourself, you mumbled,”I bet he’d fuck me better than you do if he had the chance too.”

You instantly regretted it when Bill caught your arm and pulled you back forcibly. Either of his large hands wrapped around your upper arms.

“What did you just say?” you looked into his seething green eyes and you knew you’d fucked up big time.

“Nothing,” your voice was small.

“No! Repeat it!”

You swallowed hard feeling the knot in your throat tightening with every second.

“I-”

“You said he could fuck you better than I could, right?” he waited seconds but you didn’t answer. He pulled you closer, his voice rising as he asked again,” Right?”

“Yes,” you felt your knees becoming weak at the adrenaline racing in your veins waiting on his next approach to you.

“Go wait in the car,” was all he said before letting you go and storming back up the steps to go excuse himself from his associates.

You blinked still feeling your blood racing. He was beyond mad and you felt slightly guilty. You could have potentially just destroyed your entire relationship with him. You hung your head and went to wait in the car.

The entire car trip home, Bill didn’t say anything to you. Didn’t look at you. Didn’t touch you. Hardly breathed in your direction. The weighing silence was crashing on your shoulders and becoming unbearably heavy. 

Even arriving at your home, he went in without you. Bill was giving you the silent treatment and you couldn’t lie that you felt you deserved it. You hated fighting, but honestly it was his fault for not paying attention to you when he should’ve, especially knowing how little time the both of you had with each other in his line of work. 

You walked to your bedroom where you watched him get undressed and he knew you were watching him. The more you watched his lazy limbs move to shake off his suit, the more you saw he was looking sad instead of angry. You furrowed your eyebrows as he grabbed a silk robe to wrap it around himself with it untied to display his bare torso. You looked at his long legs always wondering if he felt like he was walking on stilts the whole time. 

Bill looked up at you with a neutral expression before he walked to the bathroom and making you flinch when he slammed the door. You sighed when you heard the shower run, but couldn’t help start feeling slightly guilty about what you’d said earlier.

So you undressed and slipped into one of Bill’s shirts feeling a discomfort as to if you could even wear his clothes anymore, but at the same time it was all that brought you comfort now. 

It wasn’t long until Bill stepped out of the restroom, steam engulfing his robed figure as he walked towards you and for a minute you thought he’d just crash his lips on yours and this fight would be over, but instead he walked past you and took a seat in the little bench you had beside the window sill.

Glancing over your shoulder you peered as the moonlight washed his pale water-beaded skin. His locks of hair intertwining together and hanging over his forehead as he looked down at the floor- not a word came from his lips.

It was obvious at this point you’d have to take initiative. It was your fault after all. 

“Bill,” you went over to kneel between his legs and rest your elbows on his knees, crossing your hands over to support your face as you let your head down, eyes looking up at him.

His ember eyes blinked to meet yours, but still he said nothing.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” your voice barely above a whisper.

Something inside him must’ve snapped because his tone was no different from when he was angry earlier today.

“You’re sorry?” he scoffed and let out a dry laugh,” For what? Flirting with my brother in my face to catch my attention or for degrading me for the sake to piss me off? Or maybe you’re just sorry that I’m the one that has the right to be hurt here.”

“I’m sorry for everything, okay,” you frowned. It wasn’t like him to rub things in your face, but it’s not like he was wrong about what he was saying.

His stare was blank and you felt him searching your soul for the slightest ounce of sincerity and came to the conclusion that you meant your apology, but that wouldn’t be enough. Only making you take your words back would suffice in this situation and there was only one way to make it happen.

He nodded slowly,”Okay.”

His hand raised to cup your face before he slid it into your hair to bury his fingers into your scalp and catch a fistful of your hair. You were caught off guard as he suddenly stood to his full height and raised you with him and brought your face in for a deep kiss.

Your moan was muffled as he tilted his head to slip his tongue between your lips and back you up towards the bed. He didn’t stop until he was laying you down entirely flat against the bed and ran a hand up your bare legs until he was met with your entrance.

“No panties?” he mumbled against your lips before catching the bottom between his teeth,”Its like you wanted this to happen.”

Your face grew hot at how easily he knew you by now. You were about to respond before he pulled away and watched your face contort with pleasure as he slipped to fingers into you.

“Such a dirty girl,” he breathed as he curled in fingers into your wetness. He bit his lip as he looked down at you, his other hand still intertwined in your hair.

Your eyes were closed and lips now parted as you drew in ragged breathes, your back arching off the bed as you felt his digits moving against your walls.

“You’ve been misbehaving, (Y/n),” he admitted,”And we already know what happens to bad girls, don’t we?”

When all you did was nod in response, he repeated himself as he added a third finger inside you,” Don’t we?”

“Yes!” you squealed out, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you completely aroused with the growing pressure in your core.

He smirked feeling his pride increase, pleased with how well he knew how to work your body. He withdrew his fingers from you and didn’t give you time to complain as he gripped your throat and lifted you up so his eyes met with yours.

“Bad girls need to be set straight,”his tongue licked over his lower lip as he brought his other hand to cup your face and brush his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

“You need to be set straight,” his dark eyes trailed over your body, dissatisfied that you’d bothered to wear one of his shirts at all. He gripped the hem of your shirt and took it off you before he crawled onto you completely, crashing his lips against yours.

His large hands gripped your hips as he straddled you and readjusted your position so your head was to the headboard. He looked down at your body, entranced with every edge and curve edged into your skin. The skin he’d retraced many times before. 

Untying the belt of the robe, he slid it off it used it to bind your hands to the headboard. You frown, knowing it was only your punishment.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch,” he smirked and kissed down your arms, down to your chest as he gripped your breasts and wrapped his lips over one and the other squeezing a nipple between thumb and index.

Your whimpers grew and all you could do was nod, enjoying the sensations nonetheless. 

“You know what else bad girls don’t get?” he mumbled between kisses as they began to linger down your abdomen, between your legs and lick up your slit.

“What?” your voice was strained as his tongue circled your clit and he sucked on it harshly, making you arch your back in response.

He didn’t answer your question, too occupied with what was displayed before him. As he sucked on your bundle of nerves, his hands trailed back up the wet trail of kisses he’d left behind to grip both of your breasts and play with them as he felt your legs begin to tremble. 

“Bill,” you breathed nearing your edge when he pulled away. You swallowed feeling the pleasure detach itself from you and you were met with his stern gaze.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he licked his lips from the rest of your juices and shot you a smirk.

“Bill please,” you pleaded desperately,”I’m sorry for what I said about Alex, baby please.”

“If you’re going to beg, it’s going to be begging me to take you,” his authority never bending.

“Bill please only you can fuck me good enough to make me scream, please I want you to fuck me so bad,” you tried to squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the absence in your core to which he only spread your legs further apart to watch your squirm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that first part.”

“Only you can fuck me, Bill!” you threw your head back growing impatient and frustrated.

His face grew into one of accomplishment before he untied your hands,”You bet I am.”

He gripped your wrists and pinned them down as he pushed himself deeply into you, enjoying the cry that arose from your lips.

“Oh my god,” you breathed at the sudden fullness inside you. Your fists balled as he thrust in and out of you hard and fast. Bill could feel his own pleasure rising in him at the sound of how much you were enjoying him and nobody else.

He leaned down and caught your lips for a sloppy kiss before releasing your hands again, allowing you to wrap them around his neck and take your chance to curl your legs around his waist to bring him even closer- making his thrusts faster.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered against his lips before pulling away to kiss down his neck and bite into his skin. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he dug his fingers into your hip creases.

“Fuck (Y/n),” he gritted his teeth and ducked his head feeling himself grow harder inside you. At this point your wetness was echoing in the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin vibrated in your ears. 

Bill pushed harder against you before reaching a hand between to rub your clit and earn another cry of pleasure from you, making you tighten around his cock.

“Bill I’m gonna cum,” you warn.

“Cum for me, princess,” he breathed heavily, adding more pressure to your sensitive area.

You threw your head back as your orgasm overcame you, brimming your eyes with tears and digging your nails into his back, dragging them down to make him hiss.

“Fuck,” he growled as he felt your muscles clench on him. He whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip to control himself, only to lose his grip as his orgasm struck him.

His lips parted as his eyes rolled back and groan passed his mouth.He remained still as his wave passed before he collapsed down over you and tried catching his breath. His forehead pressed to your as your hands reached to cup his face and kiss his lips softly, even though he hardly had the strength to return it.

Once he felt his sanity coming back, he rolled off you and curled his arm around your shoulders to bring you against his chest. He was silent for a moment and you almost dreaded that he was still angry at you.

“I’m sorry for not paying attention to you more, sweetheart.”

Your head turned to look up at him and your body shifted so your bare chest was to his. You ran a hand through his still wet hair and your endearing gaze fell over his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get your attention the proper way,” you sighed knowing there was always your favorite method. Teasing.

He chuckled,”You know if you want me to be this angry when I fuck you, you could just ask.”

“I could, but whats the fun in that?”

The both of you laughed and shared one last kiss before cuddling each other to sleep.

A/N: Yikes idk how this was, but i hope you enjoyed! I’m still currently working on Chapter 3 of Accident Happen. I’m trying to lengthen the chapter out more than I did the first two. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas!

[starshipsofstarlord]

One last Call

You were going to hate him.

It was official it would be the end of the two of you, once and for all.

There was nothing he could do nothing he could say that could make anything he did better.

He killed Destiny. He broke her neck in cold blood, ending any possibility of anything being okay.

Nothing would be okay. He had screwed up, big time.

From your hatred.

Roman pulled his phone from his pocket, calling you.

The device was held to his ear and he was relieved to hear that it went to voicemail.

It meant the inevitable was delayed, but that you wouldn't be a problem for now.

"Whatever you hear, I'm sorry."

Peter was another problem, one that he could deal with.

This was never how the rich man thought his life would go. It used to be you and him, and then Peter moved to town.

Things were okay, up until Letha died. If she were alive today, perhaps things wouldnt be so messed up.

He stood over where he had buried Peter. The problem was solved. But his sister was still out there, twisting his words and nurturing his baby.

She was a monster. An upir. And so was he.

So many people had called him a monster and he had denied their accusions. But now he believed them.

His best friend was dying, losing oxygen in the dirt, and you were oblivious to all that he had done.

It would be the last time that he called you. He couldn't stand to hear the innocence and lack of suspicion in your voice ever again.

It was taunting. Hurtful. Even though it wasn't supposed to be.

He got home. And there you were, sat on the sofa.

You were still, and it made him believe that Annie had gotten to you. Deluded your mind with the truth, demanding you run for the hills and away from her brother.

"What are you doing here?" He croaked out. You turned, standing and going towards him.

"I'm here to see you." You told him.

"You shouldn't be here." He told you, heading to the fridge to take out and open a bag of blood.

The way you looked at him put him off his appetite, and so he wiped whatever red residue had stained his lips and put the bloated bag on the side. "Go."

"I need to make sure you're okay. That call was strange earlier."

There was no fear in your eyes. Yet you surely knew what he had done. You recognised him as a blood thirsty monster.

"I'm not okay." He responded, a frown ebbing into his forehead. "You surely know why."

"I don't." He tried walking past you but you blocked his path with your fragile body. 

“Move.” He ordered you. But you were always one to defy his orders, even if they had the intention of keeping you safe.

You were the one person he could never hurt, he told himself. You were too important to him.

“No.” You denied the upir, refusing to take even one step to the left.

“The call meant nothing.” It meant everything. It was an apology to not only you, but everyone else.

“Bullshit!” He could hear the fuming blood beating in your veins. He needed blood, and before he could reach for the bag that he had put down, you grabbed it.

“Don’t.” He told you.

“Tell me what you did Roman.” You pleaded with him.

And then it snapped inside of him. “You know. Annie told you!”

“She hasn’t told me anything.” You taunted him once more. 

Breath seethed through between his teeth. You were driving him crazy. Your arm reached out to comfort him, but he couldn’t control himself.

He grabbed it, pulling you closer and launching his teeth into your throat. Your arm dropped the blood bag, spilling the contents on the ground and decorating the kitchen floor in red.

Your own blood mixed with it, your eyes and mouth were agape as you tried and failed to scream. 

Roman couldn’t stop himself. Not this time.

In the past you had allowed him to nick your skin with a razor and lick what bled. It always tasted delicious and he treated it as though it was a treat. But this was a feast.

Amidst his meal, your phone rang, but clearly you were too busy to answer. Roman was too preoccupied to pay it any attention.

His arms dragged you down to the ground, his mouth removing itself from where it tore your flesh.

He sobbed in shock, the taste of your blood now disgusting him. “No!” He screamed, realising what severe damage he had caused.

Roman shook your body, but it remained limp in his arms. Even dead you were so beautiful.

And then he remembered, your phone. He gently grabbed it from your back pocket, playing the message that the caller had sent.

“It’s Annie. You need to get out of this town. Roman killed Destiny, and Peter’s gone after him. Stay safe.”

You really hadn’t known.

And now like Destiny, you were dead.

[emmyrosee]

mom you are thirsting after drawings pls your scaring the kids

Now now- it’s not JUST drawings.

It’s drawings, Vikings, criminals, some tall Swedes, some broad Danes, a couple of aussies (is that offense? That feels offensive please tell me if that’s offensive), LITERALLY SATAN HIMSELF, a few k1llers (not actual Ted Bundy’s, don’t thirst after acTUAL MURDERERS, AND IF YOU DO IMMA NEED YOU TO EXIT STAGE RIGHT-), a vampire, a wolf, a couple of millionaires, the rare junkie, a liTERAL ZOMBIE, aaaaand the occasional bottom because no one is safe from me and my non-kinkshaming-self

Believe you me, babe. My page has ALWAYS been a giant cluster. My line is drawn FAAAAAAAAAAR from drawings and animated people 😂

[peakybliinders22]

Kapitel 14

~Adelaide POV

Als ich Jonathan sah , fiel ein Stein von meinem Herzen. Er saß beim Kamin, mit einer Decke eingewickelt. 

Tränen verließen mein Gesicht und ich rief:“ Ich bin zuhause“. Er drehte sich um.

Er hustete und sah mich an und sagte:“ Adelaide, bist du es wirklich?“

Ich sagte:“ Ja bruder. Ich bin es“ Ich kniete mich vor ihm, und er hielt mein GEsicht in seiner Hand und er konnte es nicht glauben das ich da bin. Ich nahm ihn in meine Arme.

Familie. Das hatte mir gefehlt. Das eigene Blut in den armen zuhalten. Wor beiden konnten nicht mehr aufhören vor freude zu weinen.

Die nächsten Tage wich ich nicht von Jonathans seite, wir verbrachten viel Zeit miteinander. Wir gingegn durch die Straßen der Städte, gingen Picknicken und fuhren einfach mit dem Auto herum.

Sein Zustand verbesserte sich, doch ich hielt ihn noch entfernt von den GEschäften.

Roman übernahm die Führung des Inperiums Godfrey. Auch wenn einige Anhönge rimmee nach Jonathan fragten, war die Antwort immer gleich: Er wird zurückkommen.

Durch das ganze hatte ich völlig vergessen über Frank und Thomas.

Ich ging in das Büro hinein, es war Abend geworden, und Roman war noch am arbeiten,also beschloss ich ihm einen Besuch abzustatten.

ER sah mich überrascht an und sagte:”Was machst du hier,Adelaide?Wo ist Jonathan?”

Ich legte eine Whiskeyflasche auf den Tishcu nd sagte:”er schläft. Ich dachte mir, das ich dann zeit hätte, zu sehen wie es dir geht. Die GEschäfte wurden nicht weniger”.

ER seufzte und sagte:”nein sind sie nicht”

Ich sah ihnbesorgt an und kam auf ihn zu und lehnte mich and en Tishc und sagte:” Es tut mir Leid, das wir dir gerade so viel Zeit beanspruchen.”

Er stand auf und sah mich an und sagte:”Du musst dich für nichts entschuldigen, für das du keinen Einfluss hast.”

Stimmt. “Du musst dich nicht für etwas entschudligen,für das du keinen EInfluss hattest.”Diesen Satz sagte ich  zuThomas  oft genug. Und Roman,war der der es mir als Kind immer sagte. Als unsere ELtern staen und ich und Jonathan auf den Straßen lebten, lernten wir ROman kennen,der ebenfalls ein Straßenjunge war. Er half uns, essen zu stehlen und vieles weiteres. ER war wie ein älterer Bruder für uns. Er war 4 Jahre älter als ich und 2 Jahre älter als Jonathan.

 “Das war meine eigene Entschiedung. Auch wenn unsere Anhänger mich nicht als ihrer Führer sehen, glaube ich nicht das ich sie noch lange zurüchalten kann. Sie wollen jemanden, der das BLut der Godfrey in seinen Adern hat, und wenn es nicht Jonathan ist dann weiß ich auch nicht”,sagte er ernst.

Jonathan war noch zu labil, um ihn den Stress als Anfürhere wiederauszusetzten, mein Onkel Finn war gestorben und das letzte Familienmitglied war..ich selbst. Doch ich war eine FRau, sie würden mich ablehnen.

Ich zögerte einen Moment und überlegte. “Ich mach es”,sagte ich.

Er sah mich überrascht an und sagte:”Eine Frau? Als Füherer? Sie würden dir nicht folgen”

Ich sprnag auf und sagte:”Ich lasse Jonathan nicht in die Nähe dieses unternehmen, bis er wieder der alte ist.Haben wir uns  verstanden?”

Er sah meine Entshclossenheit und lachte einenn Moment udn sagte:”Das wird nicht klappen. Sie werden sich dir widersetzten”.

ER hatte REcht, diese Männer würden lieber sterben,als Befehle von einer FRau durchzuführen. ICh gin im Büro umher. Wie soll ich?

Dann fiel es mir ein.”Und was wenn ein entfertner Verwandter, oder sagen wir ein Cousin von uns das unternehmen führt?”,farget ich Roman.

Er sah mich verwirrt an und sagte:”Ein Cousin?Ihr habt keine Cousins”

“Und was wenn doch. Und was wenn dieser Cousin.. Adrian Godfrey hieße?”

Er sah mich nur verwirrt an während ich lächelte. “Was meinst du mit---?Warte mal.. nein das ist keine gute idee,adelaide”,sagte er aprupt.

Ich kam auf ihn zu und sagte:”Es ist unsere letzte Möglichkeit”

“Und was wenn sie dich erwischen?Was wenn sie herausfinden, das der Cousin Adrian in Wirklichkeit eien Frau names Adelaide ist?”.,sagte er sarkastsich.

“Wir könenn es nicht herausfinden,wenn wir es nicht probieren”,sagte ich triumphierend.

Er seufzte laut, ihm gefiel die Idee nicht, doch er willigte ein.

~Im Unternehmen Godfrey, in der Halle

“Darf ich ihnen vorstellen, Sir Adrian Godfrey”,rief der Angestellet und alle ANhänger des Imperiums sahen hinauf zu mir. ICh stand vor ihnen auf den Stiegen.

Ich richtete meine Krawatte. Es war still in der halle. Keiner sagte etwas, sie warteten darauf,was ich zu sagen habe und ob sie mich als ihren Führer ansehen.Alles hängt also nun von dieser REde ab.

“Mein Name ist Adrian Godfrey, Cousin 1.GRades von Jonathan Godfrey. Finn Godfrey war mein Vater. Ich erfuhr erst vor kurzem von meinem Stand und von meiner Familie. Im Ehren meines Vaters, werde ich dieses unternehmen führen und sein WErk fortsetzen. Das Unternehmen Godfrey wird nicht einfach so zerbrechen, in Zukunft werden wir noch mächtiger. Das schwöre ich auf den Namen meines Vaters.”,sagte ihc.

Einen Moment lang gab es keine REaktion und ich dachte ich hatte verloren. Dcoh dann fingen die LEute anzuklatschen und zu jubeln und ich lächelte. ICh sah zu  ROman, der ebenfalls zu mir sah.

Die nächsten Tage, gab es viel zu tun, doch da ich früher als Onkel finn am Leben war ihm immer bei der arbeit beobachtet habe, wusste ich einigermaßen wie die Dinge liefen.

Heute traf ich Jack aus der Familie Hemlock, auch bekannt als Black JAck. Sie waren die mächtigste Gang in London, doch unser Onkel unterwarf sie auch wenn mein Onkel dachte sie würden irgendwann freunde werden, war Jack schon immer eigensinnig, und hielt seinen Abstand. Er wartete nur für einen Moment,wo unsere Familie Schwäche zeigen könnte.

Und heute hatten wir einen Termin verienbart, um unseren Vertrag wieder zu erneurn wie jedes Jahr. Und da werde ich ihm unsere Stärke zeigen und ihm weiß machen,das er keine Chance hat gegen uns.

Wir gaben uns die Hand und ich setzte mich auf den Stuhl genüber von ihm und er fragte:”Wo ist der gennante Adrian?”

Ich sah ihn überrascht an und ROman antwortet:”Er sitzt direkt vor ihnen,Sir”

Jack sah mich überrascht an.

“Oh ENtschuldigen Sie, meine VErwechlung, ihr Gesicht sieht so weiblich aus”,sagte er und setze sich.

Ich wurde nervös, der Mann war viels chaluer als ich dahcte. 

“nun der Vertrag,Sir Godfrey”,sagte er.

Ich nickte. Er setzte sich aprupt auf nud sate:”Eine Frage, das mich interessiert,da wir uns noch nicht kennen. Sie sind also der Sohn von Finn Godfrey,richtig?”

ICh sah ihn ernst an und sagte:”ja da sist recht”.

Er lächelte und sagte:”Das ist merkwürdig.Denn in all den Gesprächen, die wir hatten, erwähnte er nie ein Wort von einem Sohn?”

Scheisse. Ich wurde nervöser. ICh atmete tief ein und aus und antwortete:”Das ist natürlich. Denn wir beide wussten nicht von einander. Erst vor kurzem wurde mir gesagt, das ich der Godfrey Familie angehöre”.

“Interessant. Nun zum Vertrag”,sagte er.

“Ja. also wie letztes Jahr 20% vom Export-”,bevor ihc zu ende reden konnte unterbrach JAck mich und sagte:” Ich habe etwas Durst bekommen, Sie da,Roman war der NAme, holen Sie uns etwas zu trinken”

Roman sah ihn überrascht an, und dann zu mir und ich nickte. SO war ich allein mit Jack in sienem Büro.

Plötzlich stand Jack auf und sagte:”Also Adrian, ein schöner Name”.

“Meine Mutter gab ihn mir.”,sagte ich nervös. Er stand hinter mir und roch plötzlich an meinem Hut.

Ich sprang überrashct auf  und sah ihn verwirrt an und sagte:”Was soll das,Sir Hemlock?”

Er schob den Stuhl weg und ich lehnte mich an den Tisch und er sagte:”Lavendel. Warum riecht ein Mann nach Lavendel?”

Ich erstaarte.Wusste er es etwa? Ich fing anzu zittern. ER stand direkt vor mir und sagte:”Warum werde ich das GEfühl nicht los, das sie nciht Adrian sind sondern eine Frau?”

Bevor ich etwas sagen konnte, ging die Tür plötzlich auf und ROman kam herein mit den Whiskeygläsern.

“Was ist heir los!”,rief er aufgewühlt.

Jack drehte sihc zu Roman um und schmunzelte. Dann drehte er sich wieder zu mir und sagte:”Setzten wir den Vertrag fort,Sir Godfrey”

Ich sah ihn nervös an. Dieser Mann wusste es.Er wusste das ich eine FRau bin. ER war schlau.Zu schlau.

“Also 20% des Exportes”,wollte ich sagen als Jack plötzlihc sagte:”30%”

ICh sah ihn ernst an und sagte:”25%”.

Er schmunzelte. Ichs etzte fort:” Was die Einnahmen betreffen 15%”

“25%”,sagte er.

ICh sah ihn überrascht anund sagte:”Es bleibt bei 15%”

ER lehnte sihc nach vor und sagte:”Das gefällt mir nihct so sehr, Sir Godfrey oder sollt eich besser sagen Madam”

“20%nun gut. Das wars mit dem Vertrag”,sagte ich aprupt und stand auf und wollte gerade gehen als Jack sagte:”Wo wollen sie denn hin? Nach jeder Vertragserneuerung, blieb Finn Gofrey jedes Mal über das WOchenende bei uns. Wollen Sie etwa diese langjährige schon gewordenen TRadition brechen?Die ANreise, war bestimmt anstrengend”,sagte er und schmunzelte.

Das ist nicht ugt. ALs der neue Kopf des Unernehmen solte ich keine neuen REgeln beshcließen, bis Jonathan wieder da ist, und die alten einhalten. Und ich sollte diesem Black JAck auch keine SCHwäche zeigen, auch wenn er heruasgefunden hatte das ich eine FRau bin.