Erik wasn’t really the type of dude to bring problems to another person’s doorstep ( unless he WAS the problem ) but...shit, he really didn’t know what else to do. He had hideaways all over the world, but he didn’t really fuck around with New York like that. Shit was too damn expensive, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer staying in a swanky hotel and wearing one of them fluffy ass robes.
The thought had crossed his mind to check into the St. Regis, but nah. It was mad exposed and way too easily accommodating of a black ops death squad. He really wasn’t trying to have a John Wick fight down twenty floors and shit --- especially not while shielding a little girl.
Oh yeah, couldn’t forget about the shorty; she was the start of this whole thing. To think he’d almost hit her little ass with his whip not even a few days ago. She’d just been standing there in the middle of the road as he hit the corner, staring at the car dead on --- never wavering even as he went screeching to the right to avoid her.
She was young as hell, couldn’t have been more than nine or ten. Didn’t/Wouldn’t speak a word of English ( or any other language he knew ), either. There was nothing at all to identify the little black girl, other than the white uniform she wore and the identification bracelet around her wrist. Weird? Most definitely. But what was he supposed to do? Take her to the police? HAH. Like he was about to let them shuffle her ass into the deck with the other little black kids lost in the system. He’d take her back to his crib and figure it out from here.
Terrible idea. Fucking terrible. Bunch of bitch ass spec ops splinter cell lookin ass came kicking his shit in and shooting up all his nice things and just pissin’ ya boy smooth off.
He fought. He killed. He ran.
He’d text Natasha most of the pertinent information, so it wasn’t like it’d be weird with him just showing up to her crib in the middle of the night. But...it might be a trip when she realizes that he’d joined the Big Brothers, Big Sisters program.
Scarred fingers rap softly on the door, as the little girl clung to the back of his leg, trembling all the while.
“ Chill. She’s good people. It’ll be alright. I swear. “
The trembling slowed some, but didn’t stop.
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