Fatal Alliances: Chapter 3

Adrian Vandermir.

This girl was more than just a waste of my time. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it was to get to her. Drenched and exhausted from this drama, I coughed as I dragged myself and the girl on the park’s grass. She was unconscious at first, but as I set her down, I heard her cough up the water. She tried to open her eyes but suddenly slipped back into a drowsy state.

“Adrian!” I heard Finny run-up towards us.

Donnie looked at the unconscious girl and chuckled, “You got her. I’m impressed with you, Vandermir. Is she alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said in an annoyed voice, ignoring his question about the girl.

She ruined this deal for me.  

“Adrian, what are you thinking?” Finny asked.

“Get our ride back now, Finneas.” I nonchalantly replied.

Without a word, he left to get the vehicle.

Donnie looked at me curiously and asked, “Really, what is going on in that head of yours? You’re not planning on leaving the girl behind, are you?”

“No,” I stated with a sigh, frustration slipping out of me as I ran my hand through my wet hair, “You know what would happen.”

“Wow, Adrian Vandermir shows compassion? What a day!” Donnie chuckled.

“No, the girl already knows what’s in the folders. If she runs her mouth to anyone and the officials get to know about it then this deal has no hope.”

“But it’s not like we’re doing anything that illegal. We’re just getting back at Rocillie.”

“I know, but there’s someone else I want to figure out,” I stated.

“And who’s that?”

“Those men who took the folders, they aren’t Rocillie’s men, I’m quite curious who they might be. Who would be interested in my dealings with Rocillie, or perhaps my sponsorship funds? And the girl could help. I know she saw the face of the man who pushed her.”

“That’s why you saved her? To use her for info?” Donnie said a bit uneasy but shrugged it off.

Before I could say anything else, Finny pulled up with our driver on the side. As we all sat at the back of the vehicle, Finn looked at the unconscious girl lying on the long seat.

“What’s wrong with you?” Donnie asked him.

“It’s- well- it’s just that I’m glad you brought her with us, Adrian. Those people would have found out about her whereabouts and probably killed her or who knows what else they could’ve done.” He replied with weary eyes, staring at me, “Besides, they think she’s with you, so there is a high chance of them looking for her.”

“Why do you even care? And personally, I have other goals with this girl.” I stated coldly.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” I said, returning the glare.

“No. We all have our reason why we stick together. I just, I don’t want what happened to Melissa, happen to this girl.”

“Your sister’s fate was inevitable, Finneas, she chose that. There was nothing you could have done to save her.” Donnie finally said.

There was a sudden whimper that broke the silence. The girl was mumbling something, a name. Jenna. She sounded like a child crying from losing her mother in the mall. Annoying. We weren’t too far from the hotel.

When we arrived, Donnie placed her in my bed while I sat on the sofa in the living room. Thank God Donnie had dealt with the police regarding the gunshots, else the matter would have gone out of control. Making a cup of coffee for himself, I noticed Finny looking out the window like a lost puppy.

“She’s drenched. She could get sick,” he said, turning around.

“Well, knock yourself out kid, go change her.” Donnie chuckled, raising his cup and his eyebrows simultaneously in a mischievous way.

“No, no, that’s not what I intended.” He said a bit embarrassed it came out that way, “Fine then, forget it.”

“No, you’re right. My bed would get drenched.” I stated, getting up and heading towards the room.

“Adrian! What are you doing?” Finny yelled at me in a startled manner, “You can’t violate a woman like that!”

I chuckled at his perception, “No, Mother Teresa, I’m just going to make a room service call to the maid.”

“Then why are you going in the room?” He continued asking.

“To get a shirt for that nuisance of a girl of course. Unless you’d rather have her wear nothing?” I smugly asked him.

“No, get your shirt.” He said in an awkward voice.

Almost twenty minutes after, Ricardo came in with a frustrated look on his face, “I couldn’t get to them. They drove off faster than I could into one of the restricted areas when I ended up getting a flat.”

“What?” Donnie asked surprised.

“They shot at the tires. I was lucky enough to get out alive, the car blew up.”

“Damn it!” I breathed as rage seeped through me, “Damn this girl. Damn everyone.”

“Getting angry about it won’t help, Adrian,” Ricardo said as coolly as possible, folding his arms.

“All this work I put into this project. Gone. And you expect me to not get mad? Do you know how much trouble I got into to make this deal possible!”

When my anger subsided, I took a deep breath, “You’re right, Ricardo, I shouldn’t get angry. If those men want to stick their nose in my business, I’ll give them all my attention.”

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