A Gift from the Goddess

“Pretty narne,” Miles said, sliding into the driver’s seat. 

“Where to?” 

“My apartment isn’t far. If you could drop me off there, I would appreciate it.” Miles promptly started the ignition of the car and began driving per the instructions I gave him.

 It wouldn’t be a very long journey but I used every second to think over all the little details in my head. Making sure there was absolutely no room for error. 

Because errors could mean death. However, the entire time I could feel the gaze of some of the men in the back, making my skin crawl uncomfortably. I knew what they were thinking about me. I could tell without even looking. 

A pretty, vulnerable girl alone in their car? Yeah, it didn’t take a genius. But interactions like this were just a part of the job. I was used to it. 

We arrived at the location I requested before too long had passed and I turned to Miles with a now more timid smile. 

“My place is just around the corner…,” I started, brushing some of my long black hair behind my ear nervously. 

“Um… if it’s not too much trouble, would it be okay if you walked me to my door? I think I’m still a little bit shaken from earlier….” 

He looked as though he were about to decline, turning his head a few times to look between his men and me. As if you could see him internally debating whether he should ditch them for another errand. 

But I couldn’t allow for that to happen. 

“Please,” I stressed, reaching a hand over to gently touch his knee.

 “I would… really appreciate it.” That seemed to do it. 

“Alright guys, I’ll be back in a bit.” 

Two of them instantly smiled in a way that made me feel gross, the others sighed in frustration and leaned into their seats instead. I didn’t care though. They weren’t important for what I needed to do. I just needed them to stay out of my way. 

“If you’re longer than fifteen minutes we’re leaving your ass here,” one of them said. 

Though if that threat was enough to deter Miles in any way, he didn’t let it show. We exited the car and I started leading us towards one of the larger buildings in the vicinity. And with every step I took, I made sure to do little subtle movements to keep his attention. A sway of my hips, a flick of my hair. Anything to ensure he didn’t spend too long thinking about what was really happening. 

“The elevator is accessible via the underground garage,” I said, pushing open a door to let him go in first. 

“Hope you don’t mind walking me there, Miles.” 

“That’s fine,” 

entering into what looked to be a rundown building under construction, I was sure he was going to notice

no cars parked anywhere… Nor was this even belonging to

elevator…?” he asked, slowly coming to a stop.”—Wait did you call me ‘Miles’? How did

almost as though I could physically see the gears begin to turn

hair, quickly throwing him against the wall. Using enough force to do serious damage but still light enough that he should have considered himself lucky. It was

been clear; I was to hand him over alive. A hindrance more than a benefit

required

out in pain as I threw him to

hadn’t been enough. I’d held myself back too much. I moved towards him again with now more serious intent in my stride and reached down to grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Immediately, he began struggling against me, trying to get loose, but he wasn’t anywhere near strong

“Get off me!” 

easier to hit him direct 4- What are you doing?!” someone suddenly yelled behind me. I instantly spun my head around towards the voice, Miles still held firmly in my grasp, and saw one of his men had walked in on us.

Fuck 

here! That bitch is attacking Miles!” Oh,

have been okay. But five heavily

That was concerning. 

for good this time, and turned my attention to the newcomers. The four new opponents I’d

didn’t have any orders for how

I’d stashed away behind my dress. A weapon of choice for its manoeuvrability

The first man came rushing towards me then, swinging for my head which I dodged effortlessly. He mustn’t have realised how agile I was since I instantly countered his attack by slicing my dagger along his side. It had

a few feet away. He clutched at the injury, his face contorted in rage.

hell are

handle men like you,’’ I

moulded to become a weapon.’’

said aloud as I focused

my assignment.

could tell by their faces that they were now scared of me; so contrasted to the looks of perverted lust they held only minutes earlier. No, now I was a threat to them, an unknown, and far stronger than they would have expected given my small size. I wiped the dagger blade against my dress to clean it before slowly moving into a defensive position. I would need to play it safe. It was then that two of them ran towards me, probably hoping to utilise the fact I was outnumbered. They each tried to attack from either side of me but I still managed to dodge their punches despite that. I kept moving, kept eluding their advances, all the while keeping them guarded with swipes of my weapon. But it was

sound of movement behind me.

Miles. 

confirm for

an inch, suddenly the painful impact of something hitting me across the back of my head greeted me. …And I

ears, my vision spinning. I’d been too slow and had forgotten to check on Miles sooner. What a

hit the floor near me and looked over to see a broken plank of wood. This would be the cause of the cause of the damage,