DANE 1
“Where the hell is this fucking woman?” Dag asks as we walk towards our bikes. Tor organized this security job to protect a fucking actress, but the woman seems to be oblivious to the fact that she might be in danger. To be honest, the last thing I feel like doing is babysitting.
“She’s already a pain and we haven’t even started,” I mutter as I lean forward to start my bike.
This is good money for not much work. All we usually do is babysit whoever the next rich and famous is. There is hardly ever any violence and the only thing that might happen is a fan getting too excited and trying to hug the person we’re protecting. Otherwise, these jobs are quite standard.
This one has been different from the moment it was booked. From what Tor has said, the actress doesn’t want any security, but her agent has insisted on it.
It looks like we might get a petulant, little, irritating female that thinks she’s too good for everyone else and can order everyone around. Well, she can try, but she will fall short with any of us because one thing we don’t do is take orders easily. As elemental’s we are above the pettiness that humans usually have the habit of showing. Nothing irritates me more than a defiant human being. No matter if the truth comes up and slaps them in the face, they will purposefully be defiant for their own ego. Well, if this actress decides to be defiant, she will realize that she’s dealing with the wrong men.
I twist the throttle of my Harley as we make our way towards where her agent is staying. If he wants us to protect her, he will have to tell us where to find the damn woman. After the constant search for the trafficking ring that is kidnapping women—women that could be possible mates to us Elementals; I was looking forward to having a break from it all, and just have an easy job where I can chill out and not have to think about all the women those fuckers have already been able to traffic.
We pull over at the Global Hotel. Apparently, the agent prefers to be served, but the actress wanted her own place to stay at while she was here in Cape Town. Luckily, the scenes she has to film will only need two weeks, as that was the time frame the agent gave us. I’m extremely unprepared for this. I haven’t even seen this actress’s photo, but the others have all been briefed. I was lucky to have been assigned this job because Ulrich was the one who was supposed to be here, but now that he’s bonded, staying away from his mate for long periods of time is out of the question.
“What’s this fucker's name?” I ask as we make our way inside towards the reception desk.
“Mr. Taylor” Dag replies, stopping just in front of reception. It is clear by the receptionist’s face that we are not the type of clientele they cater to at this hotel.
“Good Day, how may I help you?” The way the fucker is looking at us makes me want to punch his scraggly face. Placing my fists on top of the counter, I glare at him. He swallows, causing his Adam’s apple to move nervously in his throat. His eyes shift between me and Dag, the realization hitting him that we’re not wannabes, we’re the goddamn real thing.
“Call Mr. Taylor down and tell him that the Elementals are here.”
I see him tense at Dag’s tone, but he reluctantly nods as he scrolls through his computer before dialling.
“Good Day, Mr. Taylor, we have two men in reception asking to see you. They say that they are the Elemental’s.” He suddenly turns, his voice lowering so we can’t hear him. He doesn’t realize that with us being elemental’s, our hearing is way too sharp, therefore he could be hiding in a cupboard whispering and we would still hear him. “Are you sure, Sir?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder at us. “They don’t exactly look like the type of people you would want to see.”
Shaking my head, I stretch my arm out, my hand closing over the collar of the fucker that thinks he’s better than us.
“Ohhh,” he hisses in surprise as I snatch his collar and pull him off his feet. The asshole is so fragile that he loses his balance and falls back against the counter.
“Now, what is the room number?” I ask. He better not give me anymore dirty looks, or the asshole is going down.
“Two… two hun… hun… dred four.”
I flick my wrist, which has him sliding down behind the counter in fear.
“Thanks,” Dag says as we turn, making our way towards the lift. “Stuck up fucker,” he mutters as we enter the lift.
“This chick is more of a problem than we expected,” I growl.
I just want to chill with no complications for the next two weeks. She better not mess up that plan because I need a holiday. Stepping out of the lift, we make our way down the corridor until we find the agent’s room. His door is ajar, which has me shaking my head at the idiot. We are in Cape Town, a country rift with crime, and the idiot leaves his room wide open for anyone to come in and help themselves to his stuff. It doesn’t matter that this is a five-star hotel, he will be robbed blind here.
Walking inside, we stop when we find Mr. Taylor sitting on a recliner on his balcony. “Come on in, boys.”
I tense, throwing Dag a frustrated glare. Do I look like a fucking boy? I’m three hundred and twenty fucking years old, and this asshole is calling me a boy? All because I’m a biker, and he thinks he’s above us.
“Take a chill pill,” Dag mutters, knowing that I would like nothing more than to show this asshole that he shouldn’t be so trustworthy. Taking a deep breath, I grunt in reply as I come to a stop at the sliding door leading out to the balcony. Dag takes the other seat next to Mr. Taylor.
“We went to the location that was given to us, but your actress wasn’t there.”
He nods, a frown forms on his round face. “Oh, that useless PA of mine must have forgotten to inform you that Freya has moved.” He picks up his phone from the table next to him and dials someone, putting it on speaker. “Julia, did you forget to inform the Elemental’s of Freya’s move?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I’ve just got back and…” the woman starts saying when she’s interrupted by this pompous motherfucker.
“You’re a useless piece…”
Dag pulls the phone out of the agent’s hand, disconnecting the call.