Guns n' Roses
♡ Chapter 3 ♡
DeadStroke
Peight
"Your car Miss Stevenson." A younger man said holding open a door to an all black car.
"Thank you young man." I said trying to sound nice and proper. I climbed into the car with DeadStroke following behind.
"I'm sorry I'm only supposed to be taking you around Miss Stevenson, I don't know who this man is." The young man said.
"Oh this is my body guard Mr....Dean." I said smirking at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Miss Stevenson, we will be leaving for your hotel momentarily."
"Thank you sir." I said.
"I'm liking all of this classy shit." DeadStroke said picking up a glass of wine an handing it to me.
"Don't get used to it." I said clinking my glass with his then taking a sip of the sour liquid.
"Not planning on it." He said looking out the window.
*Arriving at the hotel*
"I will take your luggage up to your room Miss Stevenson so you can check in." The young driver spoke. I have him a small head nod and DeadStroke got out of the car so he could help me get out.
"Sure you don't want to get used to this." I said to him as I looked at the astonishing place where we will be staying.
"Bloody hell I wish I could." He said following behind me.
"Jane Stevenson." I said as I approached the front entrance desk.
"We've been expecting you Miss Stevenson. Your room 379." The man at the front desk said giving me a room key. I have him a smile then headed for the elevator.
"Wow, one of the best hotels in the world and they don't even ID you, God Russians are stupid." He said as we approached the elevator.
"I wouldn't say that." I said as we entered the elevator. "Russians are a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them." I said looking into the eye scanner.
"I take that back." He said leaning back as the doors closed.
"So, you actually know Russian?" He asked looking at me amused.
"chto vy dumayete."(translation: What do you think)
"When you learn that?"
"I spent four years in Omsk, that's where I was trained. That's where I became a killing machine."
"Honey don't ever call yourself a killing machine, you have no idea what a killing machine is." He said looking to a spot on the wall.
Just as I was about to say something else, the elevator dinged, signaling we'd arrived at our floor. I grabbed the key the man downstairs gave me and started looking for our room number.
"Bloody hell people live like this?" DeadStroke gashed admiring the world star room.
"Apparently." I said in shock. "OOOO DIBS ON THE BIG ROOM!" I yelled claiming the best for myself.
"Ugh Peight, your sucha bitch." DeadStroke groaned as he went into his much smaller (but still as beautifully nice) bedroom. I giggled a little then started unpacking trying to find my pistol.
"I'm going to go out into town for a bit D, I'll see you later." I say as I put on a pair of pumps higher then the Eiffel Tower.
Peight
"Have fun." He winks as I scoffed then left.
Moscow was beautiful, unbelievable, really, it had something to it that made me realize why other countries are so different then the fabulous United States of 'merica. It's almost as if this place is-
"Hey watch where you're going!" I said as someone bumped me off in the park. I glared at him and tried to get a good look at him but it was useless with his giant hood that covered his face. Suddenly, he took off his hood off, and all I could do was stare at this beautiful human being; which I was 99.9% sure wasn't human.
"My bad love." He said giving me a smirk as he licked his lips. Woah, that was hot. No Peight, you're on a mission, you can't be thinking these sexual thoughts right now...like how tight those jeans he's wearing fit his- NO!
"Um well I better be getting back to my hotel, have a nice night." I said as I started to head towards my hotel.
"Bye, love." I heard him say from behind me as he chuckled.
I'm not sure if that was more weird or awkward
Peight
"Your car Miss Stevenson." A younger man said holding open a door to an all black car.
"Thank you young man." I said trying to sound nice and proper. I climbed into the car with DeadStroke following behind.
"I'm sorry I'm only supposed to be taking you around Miss Stevenson, I don't know who this man is." The young man said.
"Oh this is my body guard Mr....Dean." I said smirking at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Miss Stevenson, we will be leaving for your hotel momentarily."
"Thank you sir." I said.
"I'm liking all of this classy shit." DeadStroke said picking up a glass of wine an handing it to me.
"Don't get used to it." I said clinking my glass with his then taking a sip of the sour liquid.
"Not planning on it." He said looking out the window.
*Arriving at the hotel*
"I will take your luggage up to your room Miss Stevenson so you can check in." The young driver spoke. I have him a small head nod and DeadStroke got out of the car so he could help me get out.
"Sure you don't want to get used to this." I said to him as I looked at the astonishing place where we will be staying.
"Bloody hell I wish I could." He said following behind me.
"Jane Stevenson." I said as I approached the front entrance desk.
"We've been expecting you Miss Stevenson. Your room 379." The man at the front desk said giving me a room key. I have him a smile then headed for the elevator.
"Wow, one of the best hotels in the world and they don't even ID you, God Russians are stupid." He said as we approached the elevator.
"I wouldn't say that." I said as we entered the elevator. "Russians are a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them." I said looking into the eye scanner.
"I take that back." He said leaning back as the doors closed.
"So, you actually know Russian?" He asked looking at me amused.
"chto vy dumayete."(translation: What do you think)
"When you learn that?"
"I spent four years in Omsk, that's where I was trained. That's where I became a killing machine."
"Honey don't ever call yourself a killing machine, you have no idea what a killing machine is." He said looking to a spot on the wall.
Just as I was about to say something else, the elevator dinged, signaling we'd arrived at our floor. I grabbed the key the man downstairs gave me and started looking for our room number.
"Bloody hell people live like this?" DeadStroke gashed admiring the world star room.
"Apparently." I said in shock. "OOOO DIBS ON THE BIG ROOM!" I yelled claiming the best for myself.
"Ugh Peight, your sucha bitch." DeadStroke groaned as he went into his much smaller (but still as beautifully nice) bedroom. I giggled a little then started unpacking trying to find my pistol.
"I'm going to go out into town for a bit D, I'll see you later." I say as I put on a pair of pumps higher then the Eiffel Tower.
Peight
"Have fun." He winks as I scoffed then left.
Moscow was beautiful, unbelievable, really, it had something to it that made me realize why other countries are so different then the fabulous United States of 'merica. It's almost as if this place is-
"Hey watch where you're going!" I said as someone bumped me off in the park. I glared at him and tried to get a good look at him but it was useless with his giant hood that covered his face. Suddenly, he took off his hood off, and all I could do was stare at this beautiful human being; which I was 99.9% sure wasn't human.
"My bad love." He said giving me a smirk as he licked his lips. Woah, that was hot. No Peight, you're on a mission, you can't be thinking these sexual thoughts right now...like how tight those jeans he's wearing fit his- NO!
"Um well I better be getting back to my hotel, have a nice night." I said as I started to head towards my hotel.
"Bye, love." I heard him say from behind me as he chuckled.
I'm not sure if that was more weird or awkward
Notes
I wonder who this mysterious person is ;)............
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Zayn looks like Michael Jackson in that pic. I Love the story.
3/21/15