He was a big bully.
And she hated his guts.
From the way, he stood, up to the way he spoke. There was an arrogant air about him that irked something inside her. Her temper began to boil when Kayla flinched when he started shouting calling someone named Ven.
When they saw him hitting his head on the wall, Kayla began to giggle.
"Mama Angel, he crazy," Kayla told her, the little girl was amused by the big man's actions. The man he called Ven looked inside, her hackles rose. This man was dangerous, if the big man looked arrogant, he had danger written all over him.
The arrogant one growled like an animal, and Ven laughed, after a few minutes several men appeared in the doorway. All of them looked dangerous, yet somehow, a part of her trusted the arrogant man.
The heck?! She asked herself.
Ven was talking to him, they were too far away from her to hear their words. Kayla was silent and her trembling stopped. Four of them started walking around the container. She could see some of the women stopped crying and began to cling to the men. She was expecting the big man would do the same…but he was headed straight for her.
When he was a foot away from her, she let out an audible gasp. His eyes were two-toned, one blue while the other was golden yellow, just like Kayla's. It was impossible to fully see his features, but from the way he was looking at her, she would bet that he was smirking behind the black bandana covering the lower half of his face.
"Mama…" Kayla cried, she then wrapped her little arms on her legs. The man in front of them growled. It caused Kayla to sob on her leg.
THAT'S IT!
Without thinking, she threw the only thing in her hand, the sack that covered her face earlier. It hit him on his face, and she heard an expletive escape his mouth.
"Hey, asshole! Stop growling like a bear, you're scaring Kayla. I don't know what the fuck you want, but I suggest you tell me before I skin you alive."
She was expecting him to slap her or something, but his next move baffled her.
He closed his eyes, took off his bandana, and haunched in front of her. It brought him to Kayla's eye level. They looked at each other, one was big and imposing, while the other was small and vulnerable.
She was about to reprimand the man again, but he extended his hand towards Kayla. She could see that the little girl was confused with his actions, he was after all a bad guy. Her eyes widened in shock when Kayla reached out and touched his outstretched hand.
Something must have happened, a silent form of communication, because the Kayla started saying, "You came! You came!" Over and over again.
The man replied, "Of course I will. I promised your papa I will always be there for you, no matter what." His deep soothing voice made her skin shiver in pleasure.
She wasn't sure what was happening to her. The man irritated her, and yet…
"My mama…Pyr…my mama…"
Pyr? Fire in Latin?
The man called Pyr looked at her, his yellow eye glowed, as if he was trying to examine who she was.
Well good luck with that. With her memory gone, she can't even tell this Pyr her favorite color. Wait…does she even have a favorite color?
"Mama Angel?" Kayla calling her 'Angel' brought her back. She looked at the child and smiled at her. "We need to take my mama and leave. Pyr is here. Papa said I have to trust him."
She was such a sweet child. But totally unaware of the things in the world. "Are you sure we could trust this man? I mean he was growling like an animal a while ago." The man in question, let out another growl.
Rather than being frightened, Kayla giggled. "No, Mama Angel, he is dragon that's why he like that." The little girl replied.
Dragon? Did Kayla say he is a dragon? She thought. He looked at the man in question. Other than the bicolor eyes, nothing seems to be usual.
However, her earlier assumptions that Ven was dangerous, might be wrong. The way this man oozed power, he might be the most dangerous of all of them.
"Prez?" One of his men called his attention, he was kneeling besides Kayla's mom. Sadness was evident from his voice when he continued, "her mother is the only casualty in this mission." He looked at Kayla and said, "we're sorry little one, we came too late to save your mom. We…"
Her heart broke seeing how Kayla was once again openly crying. She wanted to hug the little girl, but with her wrist bound it was an impossible feat. She heard a soft click, then the rope around her wrist just dropped on the ground, she could only catch a glimpse of Pyr's hand as the knife he used was returned to his pockets.
She slowly walked to Kayla, who was crying on her mom's chest. The pain Kayla was emitting was so loud, it caused her to fall on her knees, and touched Kayla mom's stomach. No amount of words can heal this little girl's heart. Only time would do that.
Something was beating against her hand. A flutter, like a small movement. Slowly, she let her hand rub the span of her stomach. There, another flutter.
Realization dawned into her.
"PYR!" She called, and the man was bedside in an instant. "Baby," was all she said.
She withdrew her hand and watched as the man examined the dead woman's body. She heard him curse, then he looked at her. Worry was written in his bicolored eyes. "What's your name?"
"I…I don't know…" she whispered, the worry in Pyr's eyes formed into shock, then anger. Was he angry because she doesn't have a name? Or was he angry because of what happened to her? She got her answers when the man started shouting again.
"Mocha! Call the nearest hospital, we have a code blue. Biscuits! Bring that ambulance here! We have an unborn child!" He looked at her once more. "Can you carry Kayla? We need to get you and her mom to the hospital. I have asked Biscuits to have the ambulance…"
She started shaking her head when she heard the word ambulance. "No, no ambulance. Please. I…I…"
There was a flash of memory that surfaced in her mind. Men were laughing, then the next instant, they were surrounding her, she could hear a distant cry in the background, and he could hear some of the men were grunting.
"Hey, miss? Are you okay? Miss?"
She felt a hand on her shoulder, without any thought, she perfectly made a Kotegaeshi throw. The man lay motionless on the cold metal floor, he blinked several times and glanced at her.
Pyr was in front of her, while Ven was holding Kayla in his arms. The little girl was clapping her hands in delight, and the other man, Biscuits, who had a scar on his left eye, was doing his best not to laugh.
"So, Mocha, how's the view from there?" Asked Ven, the man called Mocha, whose eyes had the same shade grunted.
What had just happened? She threw a man twice her body weight on the ground like he was piece of paper. Her heart began to beat fast again. Her breath becoming shorter and shorter, causing her to hyperventilate. She started clenching and unclenching her plams inorder to center herself. Her vision became darker and darker, she knew she was going faint, but something pulled her back.
It was Pyr.
A finger was underneath her chin, softly forcing her to look at his face. She blinked several time, clearing the black residue of darkness that was creeping up to her. She could only hear the tail end of his conversation with Kayla.
"... Angel huh? Maybe I should be calling her Viper. The way she threw Mocha…"
He looked back at her. "Welcome back, Angel," the way she said the name given to her made her soul resonate in a way she couldn't explain. But it vanished when she looked into his eyes. A mixture of pride and mischief, why those two emotions, she has no idea.
A shiver of excitement raced thru her body when she heard his next words. Memory or not, this man, this male, had made an impression that she cannot really erased.
"Looks like you will be riding with me."