Serena - Meeting Mr Diesel

I sit waiting, and they seem to be taking a while, and I have to wonder if this Mr Lewis guy is putting up a fight? I open the file we have on him, and it seems like he stopped all payments once he realised my father had died.

Yet he still used his immunity, killing a guy and walking free. So he uses the immunity I give and then refuses to pay? I sit and read his file. It is interesting. While his garage is legal, he does a lot that isn't legal. He needs us to keep him out of prison, to keep him having immunity. 

Hopefully, just the threat of removing that immunity will make him pay up and behave. He is only twenty-five, yet he has grown in his city a lot. He has connections, from what I can see, connections to many people and businesses. 

Why would he not pay? Was it simply because he believed now my father had died, no one would bother him? Did he know I took over and just sees me as a weak female? That is one belief I will need to destroy if he does.

"Miss." I look up to Dwayne. "Mr Lewis is here." He steps out of the way, and I watch as Mr Lewis walks in. He clearly was disturbed at work, and he is covered in grease and oil. Still in filthy clothes and not looking pleased either. I watch as George and Sam walk in and stand close by me. 

"Please sit, Mr Lewis." I point to the seat, his eyes going to George and Sam.

"What, are you worried I am going to try to kill her or something?" He looks towards George and Sam as he sits down.

"They are here for my protection regardless of who is in the room," I explain while trying to smile at him. My eyes go over his body. He is nice. Somehow the filthy biker look is turning me on. Wait, what am I doing? "Do you know why you're here?" I look at his face and try to keep my eyes off his body.

"Not hard to guess. Daddy's little princess is trying to run the city, and what? Force me to pay a debt that was owed to him, not you." He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing.

"Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is?

"Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." 

"Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak. 

"Well, your father, Ray, died. Things went awfully quiet, princess, and of course, we all knew this city is no longer run by the Pierces because there is none left. Just you, and running a city isn't any job for a princess." He smiles, yet his eyes constantly go to George and Sam.

"George, Sam, can you two wait outside please." If he sees I am not afraid to be sat alone with him, it might help. He might see me as someone who isn't scared so easily. They both look at me, shocked, and I point to the door watching as they walk out. 

"So, Mr Lewis, the way I see it is you either pay or lose your immunity. Every piece of evidence that was lost against you will be found." All it takes is one click, one click, and the police have all the evidence again to lock him up. 

"Is that how you work, princess? Threat someone's immunity, threaten to have them locked up? You work different to your father, and he made it known we had no choice but to pay." He seems smug like he can win against me.

"Is there a choice? I am sure I have given you no choice but to pay Mr Lewis because the alternative is to lose your life." I stand and walk around my desk to face him, and he just laughs.

"You see, me getting locked up does not help you. You still won't get the money, and that is where you and your father are different." 

He is pushing as if he really believes I won't hurt him. He underestimates me. I step forward, and he simply smiles at me while staying perfectly still, unphased and unaware of just how I do business. I stop right in front of him.

"You will pay by tomorrow midday, or there will be consequences." He needs to take my words and accept this is real, and he can't push me around like I am weak.

"Make me, princess." He grins wider. 

Moving, I swing my fist, watching as it connects to his nose, making him jump back in his seat, his eyes widening. I slide my hand down and grab out the knife pressing it against his neck as my hand tangles into his hair.

"How about this, does it make you want to fucking pay?" I glare at him. I have had enough of being called princess! 

He laughs, his eyes widening. "Do you think no one has held a knife to my throat before?" He moves, pushing forward on the blade. "Blades don't scare me, princess." 

Well, I guess I go to my father level. I push him back and climb onto him, the tip of the knife digging against his neck, and the blood drips free. 

"How about this, imagine someone strapped to this chair, unable to move. Me here sat on them, the knife against their throat, only I don't stop, I fucking pull and ruin their pretty neck. You don't have many weaknesses Mr Lewis, but Jessie sure is one and if that payment isn't in the account by tomorrow, guarantee she is dead." 

I watch as his eyes widen and his body goes stiff. He cares about her. I worked that out from the information we have on him. "Now, is this more like how my Daddy did it?" 

"No, you're fucking crazy! He would never threaten Jessie." 

"Good, because now you understand I am not a weak woman, I am not a woman scared to get her hands dirty or to kill someone who ignores my warnings! She won't be the first I kill or the last Mr Lewis, so that money needs to be in the bank by tomorrow." I look at him, waiting, watching as he nods. "And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." 

"Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. 

"Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

My head snaps up, shit! I move back and step away from him feeling the wetness between my legs. "You can go, payment by tomorrow night Mr Lewis. I also want you to check in every few days." He seems like someone who will pack up little Jessie and hide her to get out of paying.

"Do all the men get such a luxury option?" He grins at me as he stands.

"Don't think you're special. I don't trust you and that is why I want to keep a closer eye on you." Maybe it is wrong and I shouldn't? I just sat on him, which was fine, until I started looking across his body and craving him. Craving him so much I got wet thinking about him.