Adam was impressed by how wide the network of fleas was and how many competent people and people wanted to do good. Mimi had an incredible charisma to draw people to her and get them to listen to her cause, and then everyone was on board.
People will educate themselves and help in any way they can. Jarod was now in closer contact with Adam. After he had called, Adam had answered the phone, and the two men had got to know each other. Adam again saw Jarod's potential, and although Samuel was a little unsure about Jarod, Adam went for coffee with him.
There, Adam saw the pretender side of him, and he would be ready to find it in Mimi, too. Because they were the same. Mimi and Jarod. Adam wasn't sure if that got Damon the hardest about Jarod or if Damon was just jealous. Adam kept in touch with Magnum, got the gigs going, and tried to make sure that no one was just devoted to the fleas and that everyone had their own life.
Adam had been Mimi's second in command and had mostly taken care of the things that Mimi had been doing but when he went to one of the bases, saw how bloody busy it was, there were up to ten gigs going on, Adam got busy.
He wasn't needed in the house now, so he got to know people. Then, he himself had a military background and contacts that he quietly recruited. Quickly, people learned certain things, like how to handle weapons, explosives, and self-defense. These were the basis of good operations, and when Mimi herself had learned them quickly, she hadn't paid attention to it then, but Adam had started it, and Magnum then continued it.
They were in contact with Reddington as far as what was needed. Within a couple of weeks, Adam had made quite a difference, and his way of doing things was widely accepted. It spread, and these intensive training sessions were soon commonplace at every base, and people enjoyed them. They got the ability to do things and new skills, and everyone was learning what they wanted to learn.
Samuel was mostly in the house, watching that Mimi stayed asleep and fed, but there was nothing else he could do until Damon's teeth came out. Although he was interested and thought about taking blood tests, the mild mental pressure and anxiety told him that Salvatore was unconsciously defending Mimi and should not be interfered with.
Samuel went to a few bases to put or help put the medbay in order there, too. He would go through the warehouses every time the medical facility had been properly cleared or a naughty medical truck had been hijacked. That happened, too.
Damon had his teeth in Mimi's neck for three weeks. Then, one morning, when Adam came in to see what was going on, Damon was gone, and next to Mimi on the table were his keys, phone, and wallet.
There was also a jar on the bedside table with some substance in it, it said in Damon's handwriting, " Velvet chopper, give Mimi 4 ml of this into her flesh when she wakes up, if the nausea doesn't stop then give another dose."
Adam cursed to himself. But what could he do? He took the chopper to medbay.
Samuel was no longer in the house; Colin had called a crisis in the werewolf, and he was needed. Fuck that, Damon, Adam thought; Mimi will not be too impressed. They were no longer married, so Damon was basically a free man, and now Mimi was actually free.
They had their bond, so Adam knew Damon was actually doing him a pretty big favor by going away because Mimi was now 40 kilos and in pretty good shape and just sleeping off the velvet. Adam was going to watch Mimi the whole time until she was properly awake before letting her go anywhere for a wash.
He and Samuel had been fixing up the house from time to time, and Samuel had left just over a week ago. Then Bran called. Adam said he'd be off at the earliest until Mimi was properly awake and there was no problem.
Bran reluctantly agreed; one of the pack had a reproductive problem, and Bran was trying to think of ways to help them. Adam would have been a good breeding male, but his bond with Mimi complicated things. Bran wanted to keep Adam around because he was Mimi's second in command and knew Mimi's contacts. Maybe he could share them. Bran sighed and looked at his phone. He dialed the number for New Orleans again and called Delacroix to see if he could help.
I woke up. I hadn't had time to notice anything else yet when my head was pounding, my eyes hurt from the lights, and my stomach was just about to turn over. Oh, fuck velvet hangover and strong. Adam was next to the bed with a bucket.
He said, " You still smell like velvet, so I bet you're not feeling too comfortable."
I wasn't. I took the bucket and threw up into the bucket. Adam gave me a shot in the arm.
" That's Damon's. He was supposed to leave, but he left you a chopper. Let's see if that helps."
I nodded and pulled the covers over my head as I was so fucking light sick and had been moved to one of the upstairs bedrooms that didn't have proper curtains yet, so the bright winter sun in Monaco when it's not freezing in the winters was shining happily into the room.
Miraculously, the nausea receded within ten minutes. I slowly got up and went to the toilet and then went to get something to eat. Adam had made some food, and he fed me.
He said, "I can't be long. Bran had a fucking crisis going on, and I'm needed; he took us over again, so I have to obey. He can make me obey, and it's not funny."
I nodded and concentrated on eating, enjoying myself. I wasn't at 68 kilos yet, but I was fucking fine. Mimosa was awake and wondering what we were going to do when we started our real life.
Adam watched me like a hawk for five hours, and then he was happy. He gave a report on what he and Magnum have been doing with the flea stuff. He had reorganised the whole flea thing and had done the training and got the people in. I was very impressed, and Adam was pissed off that he couldn't stay with me.
He would have happily devoted a couple of rooms. And then he would have worked with me, but I could go on if I wanted to. Yes, I did. Adam went to America as Bran's errand boy and cursed when Bran wouldn't let go. He'd tied our pack back up under him, and Adam couldn't be bothered to argue now.
I enjoyed life. First of all, I went round the whole fucking house, every room, and saw how the men had even put up curtains and carpets. I changed some things in some rooms as they just broke my eyes. And then I made many new rooms. I put my study in order and prepared to be the Flea leader.
I had now recovered from the whole world rescue, and now I was okay, but alone. I didn't understand why the hell I couldn't have one perfect moment. The last time I fucked Damon was at the start of a gig a year ago. Of course, he had fucked others since then, and me, not knowing what the fuck he was always doing.
Whether he was with strange women or some vampire, I did not know and, frankly, didn't even care. Because whatever it had been, it had been worse or more important than me. Never mind that he had his teeth around my neck for three weeks. It was just biology. His teeth wanted it, not him.
The house was gorgeous, and I actually had my morning coffee on that perfect terrace, but I didn't feel the need to wrap myself in blankets. I was fine. The view was gorgeous, and I felt at peace when I allowed myself to let the annoyance go and enjoy myself.
Fine, if I can't be with anyone, then I'm on my own, and I enjoy that too. Mimosa was enough fun company for me, and then I changed into Mimosa form a couple of times and let her play in the house, too.
We actually had our own beach here, and oh, when I went swimming, it strengthened the muscles really well. I didn't so much sunbathe as I put a giant umbrella on the beach under cover, of which I drank a cold Coca-Cola and then went for a swim, wearing a bathing suit as there were neighbors quite close by.
I just took the attitude that I was enjoying myself now, and my happiness was not tied to anyone but myself and my attitude. I didn't know if I would ever marry Damon again or if my relationship with Adam would last. These were questions I didn't have answers to, and I wasn't looking for them now.