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,” 

be a rundown building under construction, I was sure he was going to

Nor was this even belonging to

to a stop.”—Wait did you call me ‘Miles’? How did you….”

gears begin to turn in his head, the realisation that something wasn’t right now dawning on

I came up behind him and grabbed his hair, quickly throwing him against the wall. Using enough force to do serious damage but still

held a more permanent outcome. No, my instruction had been clear; I was to hand him over alive. A hindrance more than a benefit and one that required more effort. Normally, I would have just

way required

 “What the hell?!” he yelled out in pain as

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

“Get off me!” 

it would just be easier to hit him direct 4- What are you doing?!” someone

Fuck 

bitch is attacking Miles!” Oh, c’mon.

men would have been okay. But five heavily

That was concerning. 

the force was enough to keep him down for good this time, and turned my

Miles, I didn’t have any orders for how to

quickly equipped the dagger I’d stashed away behind my dress. A weapon of choice for its manoeuvrability and… silence.

interesting. 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 been so quick that he wouldn’t have seen me

cried out in pain, stumbling a few feet away. He clutched

the hell are

since a child to handle men like you,’’ I thought

moulded to become a weapon.’’

said aloud as I focused entirely on the

my

him, intending to finish the job, but then the other men came rushing forward to his defence. I 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

sound of movement behind me.

Miles. 

for myself… but

could move even an inch, suddenly the painful impact of something hitting me across

my ears, my vision spinning. I’d been too slow and had

the cause of the cause of the damage, Miles probably equipping it from the construction around us. But this situation was still manageable. With a quick swipe of