Disclaimer: If you're looking for a short story to jack off to, this isn't it. This is a 3500 word story with one sex scene, the prime purpose of this is plot progression. If you don't like that, don't read. Same goes for those who don't like my writing style or the amount of time between installments of these chapters - writing is not my job, nor is editing. I write what I write, deal with it.
Note: To all those who have been waiting - I'm sorry - I have had obligations in life which have stopped my from publishing this installment until now. Hopefully you will enjoy this and accept the shortness of it - it's this or nothing. I will continue to write when the opportunity presents itself... Until then, enjoy this. Thank you for the continued support, hopefully this is as good as you want it to be.
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The thin wheels of the jet chirped on the Parisian asphalt with a ploom of smoke and exasperating G-Force. The jet taxied over to an area of departure. There sat a Rolls Royce for all of us to fit into. I opted to not have a motorcycle waiting for me, this was a business trip that was most certainly on a time crunch. My meeting with Odin was set, to take place in Boston only eight and a half days. We piled into the Rolls Royce and drove back to our old apartment. It was just as we left it, and it was so nostalgic.
The gentle trickle of the River Seine and the trembling trees being jostled by the wind signified I was indeed back at my previous home. It seems as though our neighbor made sure to keep the place clean as there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. We all dropped our bags. I told Edward that he could take one of the two bedrooms. It had a pullout couch, however, he would need to contest with the grand piano that sat directly in the center of the room. But he was more than happy to come along. I made a mental note to find more work for Ed. It must be boring getting paid to do nothing but travel and hang out with friends, and occasionally protecting them, though the opportunity has only to arise once or twice. He seems to be like me, in that he needs to be doing something intellectual or physically stimulating in order to stay sane.
The Luc's were going to be sending their men to come and get us at 10:00pm tonight. So that gave us a little less than twelve hours to go and live it up in our city. We all got dressed and headed out to our favorite crepe shop for a late breakfast. Megan and I shared a couple of our favorites while Samantha and Ed each ordered sampler plates, per our recommendations.
After a filling and tasty treat, we split up. Sam, Megan, and Ed went to do some shopping. I went over to L'Ambroisiea to see Aldrich. Pushing open the tall, green doors I had moments of deja vΓΊ, it was less than a year since I had been full time here. The staff was prepping for tonight's service as I walked in, I saw some new faces and a lot of old ones. They all welcomed me back with handshakes and hugs. I saw there was a new head chef working. I asked my old friend, Jordan, where Aldrich was. He told me he now has an office on the other side of the restaurant and he is there now. I quickly made my way over, but not before picking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the bar. I walked through the archway to his office and set the whiskey down on his desk.
He glanced up quickly, and looked back down, as if it didn't register in his head that I was actually here. Not even a second after his head shot upwards and his eyes looked at me wide with joy, a massive grin came across his face. Without any words said he jogged over to me and enveloped me in a massive bear hug. He held me for a while, not wanting to let go - or so it seemed. He grabbed the whiskey and headed over to a couch that sat in the corner of his office. Poured us both a drink.
"To my prodigal son, returning for a short while." he toasted with a saddened smile on his face.
"You were more of a father than anyone else to me. If you ever need anything, you know I would come, don't you?" I asked.
"Of course, Daniel. And I, you." he said placing a hand on my knee. "Now, enough of this heartfelt shit, how's Megan's fine ass?" he asked.
"As fine as ever. She's gotten some new jewelry recently, in the form of a ring on her finger..." I said.
"You stupi... You lucky bastard!" he failed to stifle his grin, and laughed "Congratulations, Daniel!"
"She wants you to walk her down the aisle when we have the wedding. Don't ask me why she wants some old fuck to do that, it confuses me, honestly." I said with a chuckle, with a smile.
"Beats me too. But what really stuns me is how a solid 10 like Megan would want to marry an ugly asshole like you. Bewilders me, truely." He said, sipping his whiskey trying to remain straight faced, but failing miserably. "I would be honored to walk her down the aisle, do you know when the ceremony will be?" he asked.
"There is so much shit going on, that I don't know when we will have the time. Plus, there are some people after me because of this new position I have. It makes the future very uncertain." Aldrich's face turned to concern.
"Who is after you, and why?" he asked, moving closer to me.
"As you already know, my biological father was a very influential man," he nodded his head, "but what neither of us knew was exactly how influential he was. Aldrich, he could of assassinated the president and would've gotten off scot-free. A certain group, who normally work as mercenaries have decided to come after me for some reason, and I don't know why."
"But if your father was the influential one, then why are they coming after you?" he asked, his eyes full of confusion.
"Well, my father's position in this organization was hereditary..." I gave it a second for him to realize what I just said.
"So, you..." he started.