'My next stop should be...why do I have the Colt from Supernatural on my lap? I went to go see Dorian to get vamp-centric weapons. Seriously how the hell did I end up with The FUCKING COLT?!' my head starts to hurt as I try and remember how exactly I ended up with the Samuel Colt's Colt, but all I come up with is the lingering feeling of a contract's magic.
"This can't be good." The mutter falls from my lips as I pull up in front of my garage, with no small amount of caution I move the polished laqured antique gun box from my lap and rest it next to the crate of ingredients.
Looking over the slip on heavy parchment in my hands, I read over the list. "Okay, I can see why this gun and the bullets fired from it can kill practically anything...Samuel Colt didn't just craft this weapon and it's ammunition alone. But also sought out the aid of a coven of white witches. A large coven at that one made up of seventy-seven white witches. On top of that Samuel Colt was the seventh son of a seventh son of a dying bloodline. Who poured a portion of his soul into not only the colt but the bullets he crafted as well." I hum while unfurling the parchment, revealing digrams for the Colt's runic scheme, it's metal composition along with the bullet recipe and the spells to enchant the bullets along with what was used to enchant the colt itself.
'I don't think what Samuel Colt did with a revolver would work on a modern pistol, heck even revolvers have advanced a lot technologically speaking than what they were back in his day.' Shaking away my thoughts I roll the parchment paper back up and put it inside of the box with the colt.
Getting out of my truck, heading inside the garage... finding Carla bent over into an engine compartment on a old Porsche coupe, her overalls doing mouth watering things to her ass.
Walking up behind Carla, I rest my hands on her hips... "Hey, so I'm wondering if you could help me with a problem I seem to have?" I start off trying to go for playful but really Carla running off the other night really bothered me.
"I-I can try..." Carla murmurs back and stands up pressing her back against me.
"Wha-what...seems to be the problem?" Carla stutters slightly probably from feeling my cock grown hard at having her ass pressed against me.
"Well, you see there's this girl... she's very beautiful and I care about her a lot... she's my employee you see but we slept together, I thought we had an amazing time but she up and vanished when I went to get us something to eat."
"Maybe she just felt like she needed some space or maybe she saw something she didn't like...or maybe you're just really bad in bed." Carla mutters and I hum while nodding in agreement.
"All of those sound like perfectly reasonable reasons." I agree easily, "But if she saw something she didn't like why didn't she just bring it up to me?"
"Maybe she...was afraid you'd just call her paranoid."
"Carla, did you really leave because I defended Phoebe from some perv cab driver?" Done with this game I just straight out ask her.
"That was part of it...but Jax, you're my boss and my friend. I think I might have made a mistake trying to push you to get over your ex and having se-"
"Carla." My voice comes out a little sharp and clipped as I turn Carla around so that we're face to face, I can't get over how she's physically identical to Caroline Forbes from TVD, but is a grease monkey instead of miss Mystic Falls.
Carla's pretty blue eyes look up into mine and they're filled with uncertainty. "I'm going to be traveling for a bit, I'd like for you to take over the shop for me. While I'm gone maybe you can come to a decision whether or not you want to be more than friends with me. Though if you do that would mean sharing me with the Halliwell sisters and a girl named Buffy at least at this current time that is."
"Where are you going?" Carla asks her brows knitting together to form a look of worry.
"Some shitty town almost a couple days away from here still in California, but it'll be a long term stay and I won't be able to commute back and forth. You can say no but then you'll have to look for a new job as I'll be forced to close this place down."
"I'll do it...Jax, whatever you're going to be doing be careful. I don't want you getting yourself almost killed again before I figure out what you mean to me and where you stand in my life." Carla murmurs stands on her toes and places a quick kiss to my lips.
"Now get out of her I have work to do!" Carla expresses and playful shoves me away drawing a laugh out of me.
Waking back towarfs the exit I wave goodbye to Carla whose already elbows deep back into the engine bay already.
'Time to go see Frankie, I know she has a lot on her plate with the restaurant...but I'm sure she'll look after he nightclub for me.'