Refuge- Part 3
Author: mirawesting@hotmail.com
Content/Safety level for children: CAUTION
Riddick's fifteen minutes were almost up. He'd agreed with Detri that, for
now, it was best to keep up the prisoner/merc charade with Lucas. He
glanced over at the women. She sat in the corner, long legs folded beneath
her, watching both Riddick and Jack. He was not at all pleased by the
pistol she'd pulled out of her waistband upon temporarily freeing him. She
held it loosely in her lap as he prowled around the small space. Each time
that he drew within five feet of her, her grip on the gun tightened and her
posture changed. She had no reason to trust him but her reaction bothered
him all the same. "Time's up."
Jack obediently locked herself back up - one brush with Detri had taught
the
young woman a healthy amount of respect. Riddick was not that easy. "What
if I don't want to go back?"
Without a sound, Detri rose to her feet, gun pointed squarely at his chest.
"Please, Mr. Riddick, you know how this has to be."
He stepped closer to her, causing her to step back. It was not a dance
that
Detri fell into easily but Riddick was sure enough of her unwillingness to
hurt him to push her buttons. His bulk was even more imposing looming over
her as her was. "I can smell your fear." He leaned in, drawing a deep
breath. All he could smell was shampoo and warmth.
Slowly, with deliberate smoothness, Detri lowered her gun arm and Riddick
closed the space between them. When the cold metal grazed his palm, he
closed his fingers around the barrel and she let go. Then, her hands were
on his waist and her lips near his ear. "I've got a secret for you,
Bad-Ass. I've met nastier fuckers than you."
He felt tendrils of her long hair brush his cheek and resisted the urge to
grab her and draw her closer. Instead, he pushed her away - hard. This,
he
told himself, is strictly a professional relationship. Besides, if she was
any older than Jack it was not by much. "Take this," he held the pistol
out
to Detri. "If Lucas found it he wouldn't have any trouble figuring out
where I got it."
Detri nodded and, never one for long good-byes, left. As Riddick shackled
himself, he heard Jack whistle long and low. "I think she likes you."
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