One-shots of Wenclair

Wednesday Addams

I sort of enjoy being a member of a mafia. Specifically in my family. We commit dangerous crimes such as bank robbery, money laundering, and drug trafficking. Sometimes my parents will murder someone if they don't follow orders or tries to rat us out. Most importantly, my parents made rivals over the past thirty years, way before I was born. I'm currently twenty years old whereas my brother, Pugsley Addams, is eighteen.

Now, who are my parent's biggest rivals you may be asking. They are known as the Yakuza gang. An organization of gangsters like us, however they do illegal gambling and control whatever businesses they can get their hands on to make profit. They're bodies are covered in tattoos that would be hidden with high-necked shirts and sleeves.

My parents gave me many reasons on why I should despise yakuzas. One of the main reasons was that yakuzas try to get every chance they get to kill and steal our money. That was enough to convince me to hate every single member of the Yakuza. Except for one.

"What the hell are you doing on our property?" I shoved the intruder against a tree with my dagger pressed on her throat and my arm pushing on her chest.

I had to fulfill my duty by scouting our land without any help. My family knows what I am capable of so they knew I didn't need backup. During my search, I found a blonde woman around the same age as me, hiding behind a group of bushes in our backyard. She was using binoculars and kept a pistol shoved in on her waistband.

I snuck up from behind without making a noise and immediately grabbed the back of her shirt collar. Before she reached to grab her gun, I took it and tossed it away from her. I held the knife to her neck as I made her lean onto the tree near us. I got a good glimpse of the blonde who is a few inches taller than me. She has blue eyes and scars above the right side of her eye. I figured she is in an organization based on those scars.

"Nothing bad. I was looking to buy the pretty mansion of yours," the trespasser smirked while she held both hands up in retreat.

I gritted my teeth out of anger and snapped, "Tell me the truth or my knife will be shoved straight into your throat."

"I'm surprised you haven't done it considering what I heard about the notorious Wednesday Addams, aka, you," the woman mockingly stated.

I saw what appeared to be a small tattoo across her chest, and that's when it hit me, "You're a yakuza, aren't you?"

Then, the yakuza member grinned before sweeping me off my feet, making me fall face down as she sat on top of my back and pinned my hands down. She was much stronger than I am since I wasn't able to swing my dagger towards her body.

"Bingo! I sure am. But don't worry. I'm not planning to kill you. I don't do blood or kill people just because. I spy for my family. An easy and painless job for me. I suggest you don't stick that knife into my stomach because I'm willing to let you go freely without a scratch," the blonde declared as she slowly got off of me.

I turned my body around and sat up to see the yakuza watching me. I didn't trust the girl just yet even if she decided to spare my life. It could be a trap. I rose to my feet and off the ground with the weapon still in hand. I made sure that she wouldn't dare put a hand on me when given the chance.

"I'm guessing you're part of the Sinclair family," I uttered nonchalantly.

"Bingo again! The name's Enid Sinclair. The youngest child and only daughter of Murray and Esther Sinclair. I'm sure you heard of them because our family has been at war with each other for three decades," Enid introduced herself.

"I have heard of your family. My mother and father have been wanting to tranquilize your parents and bring them alive here to torture them endlessly."

"If your parents do end up capturing them, I will no longer be found."

I furrowed my brows and asked, "Why is that?"

"Because I'm no longer staying with my family. I don't want to be a yakuza anymore. I'm running away without my family knowing. I have a flight next week to land in California. I bought a beach house over there with the money I earned and saved throughout the years I've been a yakuza. I am getting rid of the tattoo, then I'm finally free. It's been a dream of mine to live somewhere peaceful," Enid smiled gracefully.

Listening to the yakuza describe her plan on running away made my stomach twist and turn. The reason why is because I always wanted that life as well. I hated following my father and mother's footsteps. As much as I enjoy some light torture, I rather want to do something in my life. Enid is going to live the life I wish to have.

"If only I can relate. I had the exact same dream as you. Getting away as far from here as I can. Being a part of this whole mafia family group isn't what I need. I want to write my own books rather than be some petty thug," I pierced the tree with my dagger, making it stick out.

"Wow. You really hate the mafia life like how I hate the yakuza life," Enid pointed out.

"Indeed I do," I claimed without any emotion.

"What if you come along with me?" Sinclair suggested as she inched closer to me.

"That's an absurd idea. I don't even have a flight ticket to go with you. We barely met for your information," I glance at the blonde as if she has two heads.

Enid swung an arm around my shoulder and said, "So what if we barely met? We can get to know each other while we are together. I can get you a plane ticket out of here. You can stay in my beach house for as long as you like by the way."

"Do you even hear yourself?" I pulled myself away from the woman's grasp.

"Loud and clear. I really mean it Wednesday. I actually don't want to be alone. It sounds pretty boring. Plus, I have to admit I developed a small crush on you ever since one of my brothers captured a picture of you from your balcony and showed it to me. I know that's quite creepy, but I can't help it," Enid shrugged her shoulders.

"If this is a confession, I won't be accepting your feelings. I don't love nor do I have feelings for anything or anyone."

I lied after staying with Enid for several months. When she heard my statement, she knew to receive my rejection. After, we changed the subject back to me making a decision whether I would fly with Enid to California. That meant leaving my family. I didn't mind it. I rather focus on my needs and wants.

In that case, I agreed to the plan. Thankfully, I had my passport up to date and some suitcases to take for the flight. I packed my important stuff in the luggage while leaving every single weapon I owned behind. Enid brought a taxi and waited outside of the house at three in the morning to pick me up. We worked together to shove my luggage in the car before leaving for the airport.

When leaving the mansion, a weight on my shoulders has been lifted. I no longer felt like I was burdened anymore. Once Enid and I arrived at the airport, we got out suitcases and entered the building to check ourselves in. It took almost twenty minutes until our luggage was tagged and sent off to be transported into the airplane.

We then went to find our flight number in the airport and waited when it's time to board. An hour passed, and it was time to get in the airplane. Enid was there to reassure me that we made the right choice by leaving our old lives behind. And she was right. The flight lasted for five hours until we made it to California.

Enid had an Uber waiting for us outside of the airport right after we grabbed our luggages. Another hour went by in the car as we headed to San Francisco. It turned out to be noon by the time we were dropped off at our new home. The house is small but is a two story structure. There is a view of the ocean ahead, and the smell of the sea life is noticeable.

The blonde woman and I settled into our new home and a few weeks had passed when the house was completely refurbished. I was satisfied with our accomplishments of starting a new chapter in our lives. Enid and I grew closer to each other like magnets throughout the months we've spent together.

It eventually led to feelings being revealed from my part. I keep disregarding it whenever I have the urge to be touchy with her or even become flustered when she compliments me. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I had the courage to confess my love for Enid. She took the confession well and told me that she continued to feel the same way the first time we officially met.

Thanks to Enid, she made my life easier. I was able to publish my first book that became a success while she supported my work. She began going to school to become a consultant while working and getting paid for writing blogs. Besides our work, her and I plan dates together and travel around the state.

How I'm living right now with Enid is ten times better than the one I lived in the past. I'm fortunate enough to follow through with the idea. If I hadn't, I'd die young. Now, I have a girlfriend and a superior existence without the mafia or yakuza trailing us. How lucky for Enid and I.