[R] this will be the death of us || CONNOR

[eli byrne]

She was going stir crazy. There was snow...SNOW in fucking California. What kind of sick joke was this? She had guns to run and people to kill. She didn't have time for this blizzard. Who was taking drugs in this whole weather situation, seriously? This was absolutely ridiculous and Eli was not a happy camper. Fuming as she sat in her room, she looked to the left and to her knife collection. Hm, she supposed she could do something with those. Looking at the board across the room, she grabbed one of the smaller knives and twirled it in her hands for a moment. Twirling it once more, she looked up with her intense blue gaze and suddenly released the knife. It hit its mark true and quick, but now she was incredibly bored. When it wasn't sinking into human flesh it didn't hold the same entertainment value for her. Grumbling under her breath, she looked over her shoulder as she heard movement outside of her room. She wondered what everyone else was doing inside.

Getting up from her computer chair, she crossed the distance from the other side of the room and to her door. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was decent enough to go out in the public eye of the mansion. And then she almost laughed at herself. Who was she kidding? She could care less if the men in this place approved of what she was wearing or not. The black sweat pants and the black tank top would be fine. Her blonde hair was pulled messily back into a ponytail and she wore no make up. She wasn't a girly girl. She wasn't the one who was going to get dressed up just to step foot outside of her bedroom. She didn't care what she looked like. Sometimes Levi did but she usually just punched him on her way by to get him to leave her alone. She'd do the same to any other individual in this compound, that was for sure. And now that was especially irritable because she was inside, someone was definitely going to get punched if they made a comment to her. They were going to regret commenting to her about her wardrobe.

Shaking her head, she slammed her door shut behind her and then walked down the hallway. She could always drink. That would pass the time. Going into the vast living area of the mansion, she went to the bar and helped herself to the alcohol behind it. Grabbing herself a shot glass, she reached for the top shelf vodka. Pouring heavy handed, she downed one short of Grey Goose and then followed it with another. Nearly choking after the second shot, she grimaced and then put the bottle back. Well that wasn't exactly what she wanted. Furrowing her brow, she studied the selection of alcohol and went for a totally different thing. Whiskey had always been her friend and she could drink it like it was her job. Grabbing the nicest bottle, she figured Connor wouldn't mind. Hey, she was living here too after all and paying for it so he could kiss her ass for all she cared. Pouring the shot, she drank it back like a pro and started on another. She supposed things could be worse. They might not have any alcohol and then what would she do? Watch movies? No thank you. If she couldn't do her job she was going to drink. It'd pass the time and it cured her of her boredom for now.

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They'll get better =D

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

BLOOD STAINED HIS LEATHER GLOVES, AND HE USED CREATIVE EXPLETIVES TO EXPRESS HIS DISTASTE AS HE CLIMBED OUT OF ONE OF HIS MANY VEHICLES AND WALKED TO THE BACK OF THE CAR. PULLING THE GLOVES FROM HIS HANDS, HE UNLOCKED THE TRUNK AND THREW IT OPEN, GLARING ANGRILY DOWN AT THE MERCHANDISE WITHIN. HIS RECENT EXPANSION OF BUSINESS WAS COSTING HIM IN BLOOD, AND IT BOTH EXHILIRATED AND IRRITATED HIM. FIRST OFF, HE WAS OUT IN THIS DAMNED SNOWSTORM DOING BUSINESS WITH A BUNCH OF RUSSIANS (WHOM HE HATED ON PRINCIPLE) AND SECONDLY, HE'D HAD TO SHOOT THE BASTARDS TO GET HIS WELL-PAID-FOR GOODS. DAMN THE RUSSIANS. GREEDY COLD-LOVING FUCKERS. LEANING INTO THE TRUNK, HE WITHDREW THE BAGS OF COCAINE AND HEROINE - AS MANY AS HE COULD CARRY IN ONE ARMLOAD - AND SHUT THE TRUNK. HE WASN'T WORRIED ABOUT LEAVING THE REST IN THE CAR, HE'D JUST SEND ONE OF HIS PEONS TO GET IT (THEY HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN PLEASE HIM ANYWAY); IT WASN'T WORTH HIS MUCH-VALUED TIME. WALKING WITH THE DRUGS AROUND THE BACK OF THE HOUSE, CURSING THE FALLING SNOW AND HIS NOW-FREEZING FINGERS, HE ENTERED ONE OF THE MANY SHEDS USED BY HIS CLOSE FRIEND JETT. IT WAS ONLY COMMON SENSE THAT THE BALLISTICS GENIUS WOULD HAVE HIS OWN INCINERATOR. PLUS, IF HE DIDN'T OWN EVERY MACHINE KNOWN TO MAN THAT RELATED TO FIRE OF SOME SORT, CONNOR WAS SURE HE'D STOP BREATHING. JETT WAS LIKE A CHILD SOMETIMES, BUT IT WAS AMUSING, AT LEAST.

STEPPING UP THE INCINERATOR, HE THREW IN HIS BLOODIED GLOVES AND WATCHED THEM GO UP IN FLAMES. GONE WITH THE EVIDENCE, GONE WITH THE BLAME. THE OLD WORDS FROM HIS FATHER CAME BACK TO HIS MIND AS HE WATCHED THE LEATHER FOLD IN UPON ITSELF AND MELT AWAY. IF YOU DESTROY THE EVIDENCE, YOU REMOVE THE GUILT FROM YOURSELF. THE COPS CAN NEVER PIN SOMETHING ON YOU IF THEY DON'T HAVE THE PROOF. HE SMILED TO HIMSELF AT THE THOUGHT. THE DEAD RUSSIAN BODIES ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THEIR PRECIOUS LITTLE TOWN WOULD, NO DOUBT, PERK THEIR INTEREST, BUT HE DIDN'T GIVE A DAMN. HE HAD WHAT HE WANTED, AND HE'D INVITE THEM RIGHT IN TO A SIT DOWN AT THE DINING ROOM TABLE IF THEY THREATENED HIM. THEY WOULD NEVER MAKE IT OUT OF HIS HOME IN ONE PIECE, OF COURSE, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER. HE HAD MUCH TO HIDE, BUT HE HID IT WELL, AND HE NEVER FELT GUILTY. LEAVING THE INCINERATION ROOM, HE MADE HIS WAY BACK THROUGH THE SNOW TO THE HOUSE.

STAMPING HIS FEET ON THE MAT INSIDE THE MUDROOM BETWEEN THE OUTSIDE AND THE KITCHEN, CONNOR CURSED LOUDLY TO HIMSELF. IT WAS SO DAMN COLD OUTSIDE! THERE WAS A REASON HE'D MOVED TO CALIFORNIA, AND PART OF IT WAS TO GET AWAY FROM WEATHER LIKE THIS. A BLIZZARD WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL. SINCE WHEN DID CALIFORNIA HAVE SNOW? THIS JUST WASN'T RIGHT. SHEDDING HIS THICK WINTER COAT HE'D HAD TO DIG OUT OF STORAGE FOR THIS FREAKISH WEATHER, HE HUNG IT TO DRY ON THE COATRACK WITHIN THE MUDROOM BEFORE HEADING INTO THE KITCHEN. AS SOON AS HE CAME THROUGH THE DOOR, HE RUBBED HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND BLEW HOT AIR INTO HIS PALMS TO WARM HIS HANDS, NOT REALIZING HE WASN'T ALONE IN THE ROOM UNTIL HE LOWERED HIS HANDS AND STUFFED THEM IN HIS POCKETS. HIS HAZEL EYES IMMEDIATELY FELL ON ELI AS SHE DOWNED A SHOT AT THE BAR IN THE EXPANSIVE KITCHEN. NEXT, HIS GAZE MOVED OVER HER LITHE BODY AND THEN TO THE BOTTLE OF HIS FAVORITE WHISKEY SHE WAS DRINKING LIKE IT WAS WATER. THAT WHISKEY WAS FUCKING EXPENSIVE, AND SHE WAS DOWNING IT LIKE A CHAMP. HIS TEMPER WAS EASY TO IGNITE, AND DRINKING FROM HIS PERSONAL, ALBEIT EASILY ACCESSIBLE, LIQUOR STASH WAS ONE OF HIS PET PEEVES. FROWNING SLIGHTLY, HE ROUNDED THE COUNTER SMOOTHLY AND STOPPED BESIDE HER, PICKING UP THE BOTTLE AND EXAMINING THE LABEL AS IF TO MAKE SURE HE WAS SEEING WHAT HE WAS SEEING. SETTING IT BACK DOWN WITH A LOUD THUNK, HE LEANED ON THE BAR NEXT TO HER AND SMILED A DARK SMILE AT THE GUNRUNNER.

ELI WAS HIS CLOSE FRIEND JETT'S TWIN SISTER. THANKFULLY, SHE DIDN'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE JETT, IN HIS OPINION. WHILE HE ENJOYED THE SILLY PYROMANIAC'S SKILLS AND PERSONALITY, HE ENJOYED HIS TWIN'S SEDUCTIVE LOOKS MUCH MORE. DESPITE HER GOOD LOOKS, HOWEVER, HIS IRRITATION AT HER ENJOYING HERSELF WITH ONE OF HIS PRIZED POSSESSIONS (NEXT TO SEX, ALCOHOL WAS HIS NUMBER ONE VICE, UNLESS YOU COUNT MURDER IN THAT CATEGORY...). AS SHE POURED HERSELF ANOTHER SHOT, HE GRABBED THE SHOT GLASS BEFORE IT COULD REACH HER MOUTH AND DUMPED IT DOWN HIS OWN THROAT WITH A DERISIVE SMILE. PICKING THE BOTTLE UP FROM THE COUNTER, HE WALKED BACK TO THE CABINET AND SLID IT INTO ITS DESIGNATED POSITION BEFORE TURNING TO FACE HER. "HOW ABOUT WE ASK DADDY BEFORE WE TAKE HIS STUFF NEXT TIME?" HE STATED MORE THAN ASKED. HIS EYEBROWS TWEAKED AS HE COMMENTED, AND HE INWARDLY CURSED HIS COLD FINGERS. THE SNOWY WEATHER TURNED HIM INTO A SOURPUSS AND IT PISSED HIM OFF. HE'D RATHER BE SITTING IN HIS WARM ROOM WITH HIS WHISKEY (WHICH ELI HAD ALREADY DESECRATED BY DRINKING) AND A WARM BODY BESIDE HIM READY TO BE VIOLATED. INSTEAD, HIS FAVORITE APPENDAGE FELT AS IF IT WAS READY TO SHRIVEL UP AND DIE, AND HE FELT LIKE HE NEEDED A VERY HOT SHOWER TO THAW HIMSELF. NOT THE MAKINGS FOR A GOOD AFTERNOON.

[eli byrne]

Eli downed another shot of alcohol happily. The whiskey burned the back of her throat but it warmed her completely on the inside. She loved that feeling and accepted it heartily. The Irish could certainly drink, and Eli was no exception to that assumption. She filled the glass again but was suddenly aware of movement outside. Her mind flew instantly to the weapons that she had concealed on her body. She had the normal, acceptable Smith and Wesson .38 revolver strapped to her hip, but that wasn’t wear it ended. Not in the least. If one was to travel down Eli’s body they would be extremely surprised with what they found. But when one was a gun runner for a mob, you needed to be prepared for anything. She had a small knife shoved up the sleeve of her jacket, strapped to her wrist by a small black strap. Next to her favorite revolver was a bigger knife, but it had the correct aero-dynamics for throwing. She just needed to figure out which one she wanted to reach for to prepare herself for whoever came through that door. The three weapons she thought of first were the most accessible. The other ones were well hidden.

She had a total of nine weapons on her and that was what she felt safe with. Of course she had more in her room, but those were only for emergencies. She went to Levi if she wanted any explosives for a mission. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she decided on a simple dagger for the moment. It wouldn’t make that much noise. Reaching for the one on her wrist, she felt the tiny weapon underneath the counter. But when she saw who it was, she rolled her eyes. Connor Selwyn. Of course it had to be him who she was going to be stuck here with. That rogue had been trying to get her in his bed since the first day she moved here with her brother. Rolling her eyes as he came shivering through the door, she downed the shot of whiskey in front of her and helped herself to another. She knew he was going to be pissed. She was drinking his favorite bottle, and she had already made a considerable dent in it. But Eli wasn’t the type to hide from what she had done. Leaving the bottle where it was, she even helped herself to another shot. Hey, she might as well be good and drunk for this day if she was going to be trapped here with Sir Pervsalot.

Just as she suspected, he was not pleased. She could see the irritation on his face as he approached the bar silently, trying to figure out if she was really drinking his whiskey. A smirk crept its way onto her features, filling her lips as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. As she brought the glass up to her lips, her drink was stolen from her. Irritated from his actions, she turned to face him, the knife still exposed. Sheathing it before doing anything rash, she furrowed her brow as he downed the shot and then put his whiskey away like the possessive man that he was. Eli knew that he wanted to have her in his possession, or in his bed at least, and that wasn’t going to fly with her. Watching him now, she listened to his words and was instantly offended and infuriated. She was not a child and she certainly was not controlled by him. In all reality, he was her boss, but she would be damned if he thought she was some child that he could govern. Looking at him with fiery blue eyes, her face rose with color and she was nearly pouncing on him. But she controlled herself, knowing that she needed to take her fury out on something that was only going to make him as aggravated as she was. All was fair in love and war. And this was war. She hated being spoken to like that and Connor knew it. He did it on purpose and she was going to put a stop to it whether he liked it or not.

”How about Daddy gets the stick out of his ass before Eli stabs him?”She threatened. And he knew that it would be a threat she could carry out. Even though Connor was the mob boss, Eli would stab him. She wasn’t afraid of him and she knew that he knew that. She didn’t know if that turned him on in some sick way, but she wasn’t going to question it. Instead of smacking him across the face like she wanted to, she did something that would make him ten times angrier. If it was a fight that he wanted, it was a fight he would get. At least this would be entertaining if they were going at it all day long. No one else was home so no one else would hear the yells and the crashes she knew were going to come. Reaching under his counter quickly, she grabbed the expensive whiskey bottle and held it up in front of him. ”Such a shame.” Her Irish accent came out strongly with that statement, and in another moment she had brought the bottle crashing down on the countertop. Her eyes never left his face as it shattered loudly, echoing around the vast kitchen. She knew that she had done it now, but she would take anything he threw at her. Shrugging her shoulders, she dropped the top of the bottle that had remained in her grasp. ”Oops. Sorry daddy.” She said sarcastically, watching him for a reaction. Eli would be the only one that attempted to get a rise out of Connor Selwyn. It was simply because she knew that she was strong enough and more than capable of handling the consequences.

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They'll get better =D

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

AS HE SAW THE SPARK FLARE TO LIFE IN ELI'S EYES, HE WAS INSTANTLY REMINDED OF HER BROTHER WHEN HE WAS ON A MISSION. HIS GREENISH-BLUE EYES WOULD LIGHT UP THE SAME WAY, AND CONNOR HAD ALWAYS KNOWN IT WAS A DANGEROUS SIGN. IT WAS TIME TO BACK AWAY FROM JETT WHEN THAT HAPPENED. WITH ELI, HOWEVER, HE HAD NO INTENTION TO BACK AWAY. IN HIS MIND, SHE WAS LIVING IN THIS HOUSE - AND THIS COUNTRY FOR THAT MATTER, DAMMIT - BECAUSE OF WHAT LITTLE GOOD WILL HE HAD, AND SHE SHOULD KISS HIS ASS BECAUSE OF IT. LOGICALLY SPEAKING, THIS WAS A BIT SELF-CENTERED, BUT CONNOR WAS RARELY LOGICAL. WHEN SOMETHING HE WANTED - IN THIS CASE, HIS WHISKEY - WAS VIOLATED OR KEPT FROM HIM, IT MADE HIM RATHER ANGRY AND IMPETUOUS. AS THEY GLARED AT ONE ANOTHER, THEY WERE LIKE TWO CAGED TIGERS WHO'D BEEN COOPED UP TOO LONG, READY TO ATTACK SOMETHING. THEY WERE WARRIORS AT HEART, AND WARRIORS NEVER STAY STILL FOR TOO LONG. HE COULD TELL SHE'D DOWNED A FEW SHOTS ALREADY, ALTHOUGH THE ALCOHOL HADN'T BARELY FAZED HER SINCE SHE WAS AN IRISH WOMAN AFTER ALL AND THEY COULD TAKE THEIR LIQUOR, BUT IT DUG AT HIM THAT SHE'D TAKEN SOMETHING THAT WAS HIS. ALTHOUGH HE OFTEN TOOK THINGS THAT BELONGED TO OTHERS, HE HATED IT WHEN THE SAME WAS DONE TO HIM. HE WAS RATHER SPOILED THAT WAY.

AS HE PLACED THE WHISKEY BACK ON ITS RACK, HE DARED HER TO DO SOMETHING. HE KNEW HIS WORDS WOULD PISS HER OFF, AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED. IF HE HAD TO BE MISERABLE, THEN SOMEONE ELSE MAY AS WELL BE MISERABLE AS WELL. SURE ENOUGH, SHE REACTED ACCORDINGLY, AND CAME TOWARD HIM, A FLICKER AT HER WRIST PERKING HIS ATTENTION. HE KNEW SHE WOULDN'T DARE KILL HIM, BUT SHE MAY TRY TO HURT HIM, AND THEN HE WOULD HAVE TO TEACH HER A VALUABLE LESSON IN RESPECT. SIMILARLY TO ELI, HE HAD WEAPONS OF DIFFERENT SIZES AND VARIATIONS HIDDEN ON HIS PERSON AT ALL TIMES. HIS STANDARD-ISSUE BROWNING HI POWER HANDGUN (GIVEN TO ALL OF THE APPROVED INITIATES INTO THE MOB'S MILITARISTIC INFRASTRUCTURE AFTER THEY PASSED THEIR INITIATION) WAS TUCKED INTO THE BACK OF HIS BELT FOR EASY ACCESS. THE SECOND EASIEST WEAPON FOR HIM TO ACCESS WAS THE KNIFE STRAPPED TO HIS CHEST ON HIS LEFT SIDE A BIT BENEATH HIS RIB CAGE. HE COULD SUBTLY REACH INTO HIS JACKET AND DRAW IT OUT, AND HIS VICTIM OR ENEMY WOULDN'T SEE IT COMING. HE HAD OTHER WEAPONS AS WELL (BRASS KNUCKLES IN HIS JACKET POCKET, BOWIE KNIFE STRAPPED TO THE INSIDE OF HIS RIGHT ANKLE, AMONG OTHERS). MENTALLY, HE RAN OVER THEM IN HIS MIND, REASSESSING WHERE THEY ARE WERE IN CASE HE NEEDED ONE QUICKLY.

"I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO REARRANGE YOUR PRETTY FACE BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE, ELI," HE SAID HER NAME WITH AN IRISH HISS AND OFFERED HER A DANGEROUS SMILE AS SHE CAME TOWARD HIM. USED TO WOMEN WHO USED SEDUCTION TO GET WHAT THEY WANTED, HE MOMENTARILY THOUGHT SHE MAY COME ON TO HIM (HE COULDN'T DENY THE INSTANT THAWING OF THAT FAVORITE APPENDAGE THAT HERE-TO-FORE HAD BEEN RATHER FROZEN THANKS TO THE SNOWSTORM). HOWEVER, SHE REACHED PAST HIM, WHISKED THE WHISKEY BOTTLE BACK OFF THE SHELF AND DANGLED IT PRECARIOUSLY IN HER HAND. HIS EYES FLASHED IN ANGER, AND HER HAND CAME DOWN SIMULTANEOUSLY, THE BOTTLE CRASHING AGAINST THE STONE COUNTERTOP AND BREAKING INTO A MILLION PIECES. WHISKEY SPLASHED EVERYWHERE, ONTO HIS CLOTHES AND HERS, AND THE SMELL OF THE LIQUOR OVERPOWERED THE ROOM, BUT CONNOR'S ANGER COULD FEEL AND SMELL NONE OF IT. HIS BODY WENT RIGID WITH THE ANGER AS IT COURSED INSTANTLY THROUGH HIS VEINS, FILLING HIS MUSCLES WITH A POWER DRIVEN BY ADRENALINE. WHEN SHE HELD UP THE BROKEN NECK, HE SAW BLOOD STARTING TO COME TO THE SURFACE OF A SHALLOW WOUND SHE'D INFLICTED ON HERSELF WHEN SHE'D SMASHED THE BOTTLE, AND CONNOR SMILED DARKLY. HE GLIDED TOWARD HER SO FACE IT WAS LIKE A PANTHER STRIKE, AND HIS HAND WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND THAT BLOODIED WRIST.

"DO YOU HAVE... ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT WHISKEY WAS WORTH?" HE ASKED, HIS TONE LOW AND DANGEROUS AS HE GLARED DOWN AT HER. SHE DIDN'T BACK DOWN FROM HIM AND IT SIMULTANEOUSLY MADE HIM ANGRIER AND TURNED HIM ON. SHE HAD A BACKBONE. SHE WASN'T SOME WEAK WOMAN WHO COULDN'T STAND UP FOR HERSELF. DESPITE THAT, SHE WAS A ROYAL PAIN IN HIS ASS, AND HIS ANGER WAS OFF THE CHARTS ALTHOUGH HE APPEARED PERFECTLY CALM ON THE OUTSIDE. BUT, LIKE ALWAYS, CONNOR COULDN'T CONTAIN HIS ANGER FOR LONG. HE WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO GOT VERY ANGRY, VERY QUICKLY. WITH THE SPEED BORN OF A NATURAL FIGHTER, HE REACHED INTO HIS JACKET, SPUN ELI AND SLAMMED HER BACK AGAINST THE WALL, AND HAD HIS KNIFE FROM ITS HOLSTER AGAINST HIS RIBS ON HER THROAT AS HE PINNED HER THERE. "HOW EXACTLY DO YOU PLAN TO PAY ME BACK FOR THAT? OR SHOULD I TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR ASS?" HE WAS LIVID, AND IF HE HAD TO MAKE HER PAY IN BLOOD, THEN SO BE IT.

[eli byrne]

She was furious that he had spoken to her in such a fashion. It was derogatory and a language that Eli would never accept from anyone. She didn’t care that he was her boss. He could be president for all she cared and it wouldn’t make a difference. No one talked to her that way. No one. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to make him pay for thinking that he could speak to her like that. The anger was apparent in her eyes, and she was just like her brother when that looked surface. It took a lot to get a rise out of her for the most part, unless it was something like this. Eli knew how to control her temper, unlike some other people who lived in this household. It was obvious that Connor was one that was about to lose his control and she wanted him to. She wanted him to get as angry as she was, and it was simply just out of spite. Eli was not like one of the bimbos that he had hanging around this house for a good time. She wouldn’t give him a good time. Not unless he worked for it, and even then it was going to hurt.

Her rich blue eyes ignited with a defiance that was unmatched by any other. If there was one thing that stood out about Eli, it was her drive and her determination. It was her inability to feel fear, to feel sadness, to feel the emotional pain of anything and everything. She had shut herself down long ago. It had been to protect Jett and to protect herself. Her brother had needed her more than she needed to be there for herself when their parents had died. Their parents’ deaths were things that she had never dealt with and she planned to keep it that way because it was easier. There was no room in the mob for petty emotions. So, when it came to Connor now, there was no room to feel fear or panic. She wouldn’t allow herself to because there was no way that it’d ever happen. She didn’t feel fear when she went to run a gun, or to kill a target. Things got messy when fear was involved. Looking at Connor now, she couldn’t help but feel an attraction to his dark, mysterious look. His dark eyes smoldered after she broke the bottle, and she didn’t flinch as she felt the sharp glass slice across the palm of her hand. The blood came forward quickly and smoothly but she ignored it. She had something more important to focus on in front of her now.

Watching him, studying him, predicting him, Eli knew that something was going to happen. The rigidness of his body after she smashed his precious alcohol was obvious and apparent even though he tried to hide it. He was unsuccessful and she wanted to laugh at his pitiful attempt to keep his calm. Sure, to the untrained eye he appeared to be perfectly collected and cool. But Eli knew him and that was something that Connor forgot. She had been brought on because of her ability to study as well as her ability to kill. He was an idiot if he thought she didn’t do her research on the members of the mob themselves. She knew everything there was to know. Watching him, she heard his words and glared viciously. If looks could kill, Connor Selwyn would be cold at her feet. ”Do you have any idea how much that I don’t care? You don’t own me Selwyn.” She knew that he believed he did simply because he had taken her in from Ireland. She was intelligent and resourceful enough to make it on her own. She had done him a favor in accepting the role as a gun runner. Staring coldly at him, she wasn’t expecting his next move. That was her mistake and she’d certainly never make it again.

Her back slammed into the wall and she closed her eyes on impact. Breathless for a moment because of how hard he had forced her, she opened her fiery eyes. Feeling the familiar cold blade of a knife against her neck, she looked him straight in the eyes. Still there was no fear in her own, and instead of looking shocked, a sick, twisted smile worked its way onto her face. Leave it to Eli to smile when the mob boss has a knife against her throat. No one else would be stupid, or reckless enough to do such a thing. But this was Eli here. ”I won’t be paying for that Connor. You are sorely mistaken if you think I’d willingly give you anything for something as petty as that.” She said honestly and sharply, challenging him once again. Eli thought and acted well under pressure, so as he held the knife to her throat, she brought her right hand up quickly. It enclosed around his wrist and she sent her other elbow straight for his abdomen while holding his wrist in her other hand. Applying the correct amount of pressure, she hit the points in his wrist that would hopefully make him stand down. This fight had just started and Eli wasn’t backing down. She was ready for whatever he was going to throw at her. ”Are you going soft Connor?” Her blue eyes not only looked into his eyes, but she looked down to his lower region as well, making insults about his inability to get it up, which would definitely irk him. She waited now, wondering what he would do.

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So sassy

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

HE HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN HOW BEAUTIFUL AND IRRITATING ELI WAS. AS HE PINNED HER AGAINST THE WALL, HE DIDN'T SMELL PERFUME LIKE OTHER WOMEN WORE ON HER, INSTEAD HE SMELLED THE GUNPOWDER SHE HAD IN THE GUNS ON HER PERSON, HE SMELLED THE FIRE OF HER SOUL AS SHE GLARED AT HIM. SHE WAS DEFIANT, AND SHE WOULDN'T BACK DOWN TO HIM, AND HE APPRECIATED THAT ALTHOUGH HE KNEW HE HAD TO TEACH HER A LESSON. HE LIKED PEOPLE WITH SPIRIT EVEN IF THAT MEANT HE HAD TO WORK HARDER TO KEEP THEM IN LINE. ELI REMINDED HIM OF HIS HARD-HEADED SISTER AT TIMES, EXCEPT HE SAW HER A SEXUAL OBJECT AND NOT JUST ANOTHER SISTER. KAHLAN HAD ALWAYS BEEN STUBBORN, AND SHE ONLY FOLLOWED THE RULES OF THEIR PARENTS UNTIL SHE WAS OLD ENOUGH SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO LISTEN ANYMORE. THAT WAS WHEN SHE'D RUN AWAY FROM HOME AND THOSE VERY RULES SHE'D LIVED UNDER FOR THE FIRST FIFTEEN YEARS OF HER LIFE.

ELI WAS DIFFERENT, IN MANY WAYS, FROM KAHLAN, BUT THAT IRISH SPIRIT WAS THERE, BURNING IN HER GLARE AS SHE STARED HIM DOWN, UNFAZED BY HIS SHOW OF STRENGTH. ALTHOUGH SHE WAS STRONG AND WELL-TRAINED, HE KNEW SHE HAD NO CHANCE OF OVERPOWERING HIM IN HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT WITHOUT MOVING QUICKER. AS A MAN, HE WOULD ALWAYS BE STRONGER THAN HER PHYSICALLY SIMPLY BECAUSE HIS ANATOMY WAS DIFFERENT, BUT SHE HAD THE SPEED HE COULD NEVER HOPE TO ATTAIN. AND SHE WASN'T STUPID EITHER, WHICH MADE THIS A CHALLENGE. BUT CONNOR LOVED A CHALLENGE. HE WAS LIKE A LION WHO ENJOYED PLAYING WITH HIS PREY BEFORE KILLING AND EATING IT.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU CARE OR NOT. IT WAS AN EXPENSIVE BOTTLE OF DAMN WHISKEY, AND YOU'RE GOING TO REPAY ME FOR IT," HE HISSED, LEANING IN TO HER, HIS HAZEL EYES FLARING WITH ANGER. HIS HANDS TIGHTENED ON HER WRIST, AND HE KNEW HE WAS PROBABLY CAUSING PAIN TO THE HAND SHE'D CUT, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. HE WANTED HER TO FEEL THE PAIN. "I MAY NOT 'OWN' YOU, BUT I CAN DAMN WELL DECIDE IF YOU LIVE OR DIE, SO YOU WOULD BE WISE TO KEEP ME HAPPY." HIS EYEBROWS RAISED AND HE COCKED HIS HEAD WITH A POINTED GAZE. HE WAS THE LEADER OF THE IRISH MOB. HIS SOLDIERS WOULD KILL RUTHLESSLY IF HE ORDERED THEM TO DO SO. THE ONLY REASON HE HADN'T KILLED HER HIMSELF WAS BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD UPSET JETT, AND HE DIDN'T WANT A HALF-CRAZED PYROMANIAC ON HIS BAD SIDE RIGHT NOW. HE WOULD SETTLE FOR HIS INSANE GUNRUNNER TWIN.

HE HAD TO RELEASE ONE OF HER HANDS TO HOLD THE KNIFE AT HER THROAT, AND HE REGRETTED HAVING TO DO SO. ELI WASN'T STUPID, ESPECIALLY IN A FIGHT, AND THE FREE HAND WOULD WORK TO HER ADVANTAGE. EVEN SO, HE HELD THE BLADE AT PRECISELY THE POINT THAT HE COULD SEVERE THE ARTERY IN HER NECK WITH A SLICE OF HIS WRIST. WHEN SHE TALKED BACK TO HIM, HIS ANGER FLARED EVEN HIGHER, AND HE LIFTED THE HAND HOLDING HER OTHER WRIST SLIGHTLY, SLAMMING IT FLAT AGAINST THE WALL WITH HER WRIST STILL PINNED BENEATH IT. "YOU STUBBORN BITCH," HE HISSED VENOMOUSLY, HIS IRISH ACCENT COMING OUT STRONGLY AS IT ALWAYS DID WHEN HE WAS IRATE. HOWEVER, HIS ANGER HAD GOTTEN THE BEST OF HIM, AND HE'D LOWERED HIS GUARD ON THE KNIFE HE HELD TO HER NECK.

HER FREE HAND SWOOPED UP, EXPERTLY GRABBING HIS WRIST AT THE PRESSURE POINTS AND FORCING HIS FINGERS TO DROP THE KNIFE TO THE FLOOR. SHE TWISTED OUT OF HIS HOLD AND TURNED TO FACE HIM, THAT FIRE SPITTING IN HER EYES. THEN SHE ASKED HIM IF HE WAS GOING SOFT, AND SHE GLANCED AT HIS WAIST BEFORE LOOKING INTO HIS GAZE ONCE MORE. SHE KNEW HIM BETTER THAN HE'D THOUGHT. SEX, HIS SKILL AT HAVING SEX, AND HIS LIBIDO WERE ALL TOPICS HE PRIDED HIMSELF ON. AN ALLUSION TO HIM BEING LESS OF A MAN IN THAT AREA COULD BURN HIM MORE THAN JUST ABOUT ANYTHING. HOWEVER, THE ANGER ONLY FLASHED MOMENTARILY IN HIS FACE BEFORE HE HID IT. DON'T ALLOW YOUR ENEMY TO SEE THEY'VE AFFECTED YOUR WEAK SPOT. THEN, THEY KNOW THEY'VE GOT YOU. HIS FATHER HAD TAUGHT HIM THAT.

KICKING THE KNIFE ON THE FLOOR BEHIND HIM, AWAY FROM BOTH OF THEM, HE ADVANCED ON HER, KNOWING SHE WOULD SKITTER AWAY FROM HIM. SEEING THE DOOR TO THE KITCHEN CLOSER TO HER THAN TO HIM, HE REACHED INTO THE BACK OF HIS PANTS AS HE WALKED, RETRIEVING HIS GUN. POINTING IT AT THE HINGES, HE SHOT THE DOOR, CAUSING IT TO CAVE IN AND WEDGE ITSELF OVER THE ENTRANCE SO SHE WOULDN'T HAVE AN ESCAPE ROUTE. SMILING DARKLY AT HER, HE DROPPED THE GUN ON THE FLOOR ALONG WITH THE KNIFE, SHOWING HE WOULDN'T USE IT AGAINST HER. HE ALREADY HAD HER TRAPPED. HE DIDN'T WANT TO SHOOT HER AND MESS UP HER PRETTY FACE.

"IT APPEARS WE'RE STUCK IN HERE TOGETHER NOW," HE COMMENTED CAUSTICALLY, SMILING EVILLY AS HE STOPPED ADVANCING AND PRETENDED TO BE PREOCCUPIED WITH SOME DUST ON THE BAR IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM. GLANCING AT HER OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, HE RAISED HIS EYEBROWS, HIS HAZEL EYES BURNING WITH THE PENT-UP RAGE HE REFUSED TO LET SHOW ANY MORE THAN IT ALREADY HAD. "TOO AFRAID TO FIGHT ME, LITTLE GIRL?"

[eli byrne]

Eli had never realized how good looking Connor was, and that threw her for a moment. She didn’t want to fall for what he believed to be his charming ways. Connor thought that he could bed any woman that he went after and Eli refused to be another notch on his belt. She was not going to be just a number in his life and she certainly wasn’t going to be a random fuck buddy that he went to when he was bored. She wasn’t like that. She never would be and he had another thing coming if he thought he’d be able to call on her whenever he was feeling horny. Eli was going to give him a run for his money if he thought that he could tame her because Eli wasn’t just something or someone that could he caged. She listened to Connor because she had to, but that didn’t stop her from being defiant and stubborn. She was willful, and he could tell. She knew that just by looking at him now.

When he spoke next she could hear the fury in his voice and she knew that she had won for the moment. Getting Connor furious was something that she had always wanted to do, but she had never achieved this ferocity before. A smirk threatened to play on her features but she knew that she needed to play her cards right. She didn’t want him out of his mind with anger because that would just be a foolish decision on her part. She wanted him controllable, not that she’d be able to control him. But she didn’t want him out of control because then he’d be throwing things everywhere and that wasn’t what she wanted. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she felt his hand tighten around her bleeding wrist as he leaned in. The pain flashed through her eyes for a moment but she refused to show weakness. Clenching her jaw stubbornly, she watched him, listening to his threats. He’d never kill her.

Jett would ruin everything that he had and everything that he was if Connor touched her and harmed her in a way that Eli didn’t agree with. She stared into Connor’s eyes as her own flashed with fire. She wasn’t afraid of him and she believed that threw him. He wasn’t used to people that didn’t quiver in his wake. She would never bend to him. ”You kill me and I’ll almost feel sorry for you. Levi won’t be happy.” She threatened, knowing her unpredictable brother was a wild card in this situation. She didn’t want to admit that he was slightly insane, but he definitely wasn’t all there when it came to his addictive personality. ”And as for your precious whiskey…are you really this upset about a bottle? Want to cry about it some more Connor?” She questioned sarcastically, now thinking Connor was a bigger whiner than any other individual in this mansion.

Looking at him with slight disgust, Eli was happy when she could escape from his clutches. Her careful placement on his pressure points caused him to drop the knife that had been perched so precariously against her throat. She knew that that placement had been perfect. If he had wanted to kill her then he could have. Eli knew she’d never be able to outmuscle him. She wasn’t stupid. He was a man and he had twice her strength. Sure, she was strong, but it didn’t matter. What she needed to rely on in this fight was her speed. Eli was fast and that was going to be her one up on him in this fight. If she could stay out of his clutches she’d have a chance. Her killer’s mind was calculating everything in the room as well, wondering what she could use as a weapon if things got out of hand. As she stayed on the other side of the counter and away from him, she ignored her bleeding wrist and studied him. When he reached for his gun, Eli went for hers. She didn’t trust him.

As he aimed his pistol for the door, Eli didn’t let her guard down. Her gun was pointed straight at him and she didn’t relax until he fired his shots and put the gun down on the ground. When she saw what he did, irritation flashed across her already aggravated features. ”Really Connor, really? I don’t want to be stuck with you of all people on this horrid day.” She snapped viciously, obviously more than pissed that he had just done that. But as he dropped his gun, Eli felt like she needed to as well. Placing it on the floor, she inched it behind the bar. However, she didn’t remove any other weapons because he didn’t and she wouldn’t give him an upper edge. She had seven more on her fit body, four of which could not be found unless her clothes were removed. And that was not happening. Eyeing him, she heard his next words. Little girl? That pissed her off ten times more than his stubborn bitch insult. ”You’re an ass Connor.” She said in irritation and crossed the room carefully. Her blue eyes studied him and she knew she needed to come in and surprise him. Sending a knee to his groin, she sent her right fist flying for his face. She hated being referred to as a child and he had just spiked her temper.

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She's pissed

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

EVEN BEFORE SHE SAID IT, CONNOR WAS THINKING IT: JETT WOULD SLAUGHTER HIM MERCILESSLY IF HE EVER LAID A FINGER ON ELI. JETT WAS HIS FRIEND, OR THE CLOSEST THING TO ONE, AND HE WAS INSANE. HE HAD NO MORAL BOUNDARIES LIKE MOST PEOPLE, WHICH MADE HIM AN AMAZING ALLY BUT A VICIOUS ENEMY. WHILE ELI WAS THE THINKER OF THE TWO TWINS, JETT WAS THE LOOSE CANNON, AND IF ANYTHING SET HIM OFF, HE WAS GONE LIKE A MISSILE. HE SEEMED DUMB AND IMMATURE, BUT WHEN IT CAME DOWN TO BUSINESS, HE WAS A CALCULATING EVIL GENIUS, AND THAT SCARED CONNOR MORE THAN ANY OTHER THREAT ELI COULD MAKE. HE DIDN'T SHOW IT OF COURSE, BUT IT WAS TRUE. YOU KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE, AND YOUR POTENTIAL ENEMIES CLOSER, RIGHT? And as for your precious whiskey…are you really this upset about a bottle? Want to cry about it some more Connor?, SHE SAID, MOCKING HIM. EYEING HER ANGRILY, HE SNORTED. "IT'S NOT THE WHISKEY AS MUCH AS IT IS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING," HE RETORTED CAUSTICALLY. IT HAD BELONGED TO HIM, AND SOMEONE ELSE HAD ENCROACHED ON THAT. THAT WAS THE REAL ISSUE HERE. CONNOR HAD NEVER BEEN PARTICULARLY GOOD AT SHARING.

WHEN HE PULLED OUT HIS GUN, ELI DREW HERS SO FAST HE DIDN'T EVEN SEE THE MOTION, BUT HE WASN'T AFRAID SHE WOULD SHOOT HIM. SHOOTING HER WOULD BE A BAD IDEA FOR HIM, BUT HER SHOOTING HIM WOULD BE FAR WORSE STILL. JETT COULDN'T HOLD OFF THE ENTIRE IRISH MAFIA. AND HE KNEW SHE WASN'T THAT STUPID. EVEN SO, SHE DIDN'T BACK DOWN BUT HELD THE GUN POINTED DIRECTLY AT HIS HEAD AS HE CAVED IN THE DOOR WITH HIS BULLET AND THEN DROPPED THE WEAPON TO THE FLOOR WITH A WRY SMILE. "OH, YOU'RE ALREADY STUCK WITH ME, LASS. YOU BEST GET OVER IT," HE COMMENTED WITH THE RAISING OF HIS EYEBROWS AS HE STEPPED TOWARD THE FRIDGE NONCHALANTLY. OPENING THE DOOR, HE ACTED AS IF NOTHING WERE AMISS AS HE WITHDREW ONE OF THE GLASS BOTTLES OF MILK, THE ALMOST-SWEET PREMIUM STUFF THAT HIS FAMILY ENJOYED, AND HE TOOK A LONG SWIG DIRECTLY FROM THE BOTTLE. WHEN HE WAS DONE, HE LOWERED THE JUG AND LOOKED POINTEDLY AT ELI, HOLDING OUT THE GLASS BOTTLE TO HER. "WANT SOME? OR IS IT DISGUSTING TO DRINK AFTER SOMEONE ELSE?" HE ASKED, PURPOSELY REFERRING BACK TO HER CONTAMINATING HIS WHISKEY. "I COULD JUST SMASH IT ON THE COUNTER TOP AND BE REAL MATURE ABOUT IT." HE SMIRKED IN DERISION AS HE SLAMMED THE DOOR TO THE REFRIGERATOR, WATCHING HER CAREFULLY AS SHE MOVED CLOSER TO HIM ACROSS THE ROOM.

SHE SWOOPED IN AND SURPRISED HIM WITH HER KNEE TO HIS GROIN, AND ALL OF THE AIR WHOOSHED OUT OF HIS LUNGS AS HE DOUBLED OVER FROM THE HIT. HIS FINGERS LOOSENED AROUND THE MILK JUG, AND IT WENT CRASHING TO THE FLOOR, SPILLING THE WHITE LIQUID EVERYWHERE AND ADDING TO THE GROWING DESTRUCTION OF THE KITCHEN. HIS HAND SLAMMED DOWN ON THE BAR IN THE CENTER OF THE KITCHEN, CUTTING HIS PALM ON SOME OF THE REMAINING GLASS SHARDS FROM THE DESTROYED WHISKEY BOTTLE, BUT HE DIDN'T NOTICE. GETTING KICKED IN THE GROIN ONLY PISSED HIM OFF MORE, FOR MULTIPLE REASONS, BUT HE WAS MOMENTARILY STUNNED FOR LONG ENOUGH THAT ELI GOT A GOOD PUNCH ON THE SIDE OF HIS JAW. IT DIDN'T STUN HIM LIKE IT WOULD HAVE IF A MAN HAD HIT HIM, BUT IT STUNG ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM EVEN ANGRIER. HOWEVER, HE DIDN'T REACT AS HE THOUGHT SHE MIGHT EXPECT HIM TO.

HE BEGAN TO LAUGH.

STANDING SLOWLY, HE EYED HER LIKE A HUNGRY PANTHER AS HE LAUGHED AND RUBBED HIS JAW WHERE SHE'D PUNCHED HIM. SHAKING HIS HEAD, HE POINTED AT HER AND CLAPPED IN APPRECIATION. "GOOD ONE," HE COMMENDED AS HE BEGAN ADVANCING ON HER, KNOWING NOW SHE WOULDN'T BACK DOWN. THEY WERE BOTH ANGRY AND TIRED OF BEING COOPED UP IN THE MANSION BECAUSE OF THE SNOW. THERE WAS NO MORE BACKING DOWN FOR EITHER OF THEM. MOVING SWIFTLY, HE BENT AT THE WAIST, LOOPED HIS ARM UNDER HER LEFT LEG AND SLAMMED HER BACK INTO THE WALL BESIDE THE FRIDGE. WITH HER PARTIALLY IMMOBILIZED, HE REACHED AROUND HER WAIST AND DREW OUT ONE OF THE LONG KNIVES HE KNEW SHE CARRIED ON HER BACK. TOSSING IT ACROSS THE ROOM, IT LODGED IN ONE OF THE WALLS, AND HE DROPPED HER LEG TO ALLOW HER TO STAND ONCE MORE.

THIS CLOSE, HE COULD SEE THE ANGRY FIRE BURNING IN HER EYES, AND IN THE STRANGEST WAY, IT TURNED HIM ON. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, HE'D ALWAYS THOUGHT SO, BUT HE'D NEVER TRULY CONSIDERED BEDDING HER: KNOWING JETT WOULD PROBABLY TORCH HIS BEDROOM THE MOMENT HE FOUND OUT. BUT IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF THEM NOW. THE KITCHEN WAS IMPASSABLE WITHOUT A RESCUE TEAM OR A BULLDOZER, AND THEY WERE ALONE IN THIS PART OF THE HOUSE. THE SOLITUDE INTERMINGLED WITH HIS RAGE AND HIS LUST FOR HER ALL WORKED TOGETHER TO MAKE A CAUSTIC, LUSTY MIXTURE. WITHOUT THINKING, HE KISSED HER, PINNING HER AGAINST THE WALL AND FEELING DOWN HER SIDE UNTIL HE FOUND ANOTHER WEAPON, WITHDREW IT AND DISCARDED IT SIMILARLY TO THE KNIFE BEFORE IT. PULLING BACK FROM THE KISS, FEELING HIS HEAD BUZZ IN A WAY IT NEVER DID WHEN SOMEONE HIT HIM, HE GLARED AT HER, DARING HER TO SAY SOMETHING OR TO TRY TO ATTACK HIM AGAIN.

[eli byrne]

Eli held the gun skillfully, knowing that she could take the shot. However, she wasn’t an idiot. Perhaps if she was one of his many bimbos that had gotten the shaft once too many times she’d be stupid enough to shoot Connor Selwyn, but Eli had a brain. Watching him with her cold, calculating eyes, she wondered what he was going to do. If he shot her, Jett was going to be on the war path. Her eyes were glued to the barrel of the gun, watching his finger and trying to judge when he’d pull the trigger. Never in a million years would she have guessed that he’d shoot his own kitchen door. However, this was Connor. He’d probably do anything. Eli now graced him with the description of insane, but she supposed he couldn’t be normal if he was friends with Jett. Her eyes swept to the door that was now wedged firmly in place. There would be no way to get that down and she was furious. She didn’t want to be in here with him of all people while he was throwing a hissy fit about his expensive whiskey. Connor had money coming out of his ass. He could afford another bottle.

As she watched him grow angrier and angrier about her smashing the bottle, she suddenly realized why he was so upset. That was his whiskey. She had touched it. No one touched his things. A smile worked its way onto her face as she realized that the mob leader really was as selfish as she had first believed. Eyeing him in an almost vicious manner, she now knew that she would hold nothing back. He was being a child that was horrible at sharing. ”What’s wrong Connor? Did mommy not teach you how to share?” She mocked him brutally, knowing now how to get under his skin. She could insult him and it frazzled him. She could touch his things and she knew it would stoke the fire that was burning inside of him. She could see it in his eyes. For a moment she felt victorious but she was intelligent to know that she’d never win something against Connor this easily. He was going to give her a fight but she was going to give it right back to him. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into, and she knew that she was about to be thrown off too.

She kept her eyes on him at all times, and only when he tossed his gun was when she placed her own down. She felt vulnerable at that moment. Eli never went anywhere without her Colt. It was her comfort object and as she glanced to the silver barrel quickly, she didn’t like the feeling it gave her. It wasn’t in her hand or on her body and she was extremely uneasy. In a fist fight with him she could only hold her own for so long. She was strong, and she trained every day, but it wouldn’t do her any good. She couldn’t do the damage to Connor that he could do to her. She wasn’t afraid, but she wasn’t happy. Sighing, Eli looked to him as he told her to get over being stuck inside with him. Giving him a glare, she went to the door that he had shot down as he busied himself getting milk from the fridge. Her fingers worked the edges of the hanging door, but it didn’t budge. Aggravated beyond belief now, she rounded quickly and looked at him, approaching slowly. ”Why stop the immaturity you’ve already displayed Connor? It seems like it would be a shame for you to actually man up and grow a pair.”

She snapped heatedly, defiantly. He was already whining about his whiskey. She was sure he’d find something else to cry about as well. ”Besides. I don’t like milk and I don’t like you.” She stated obviously and then watched in triumph as both her hits hit him. As the milk bottle crashed to the floor she nearly rolled her eyes. Great. Now he was going to cry. Sighing, she shook her head and glanced around at the carnage of the room. It was quickly becoming more and more destroyed and she wasn’t looking forward to having to clean it up. He would be the one who would make her fix the mess. However, she wasn’t expecting his reaction. Shock filled her eyes for a moment as he began to laugh, and she stepped back from him, thinking he had finally lost his mind. Connor was laughing because she’d hit him? Looking at him suspiciously as he straightened and applauded her, she furrowed her brow. What in the world was going on? She stepped back once more as he approached her, but it was obvious she was entirely confused by his laughter. ”Why…” Her question was cut off by her gasp of pain, for he had just thrown her straight into the wall. Closing her eyes as the pain flashed across her face, she exhaled and opened them quickly.

Feeling Connor’s hand snake around her back, she knew exactly what he was going for. She was thrown off balance by his holding her leg up, so she now felt completely exposed and easily attacked. Trying to wiggle out of his grip, she found that his hold was iron like and that pissed her off. When he finally put her leg down, she brought her elbow up, aiming it for his chest to knock the wind out of him. However, whether she hit him or not, he only succeeded in confusing her again. Looking into his intense gaze, she questioned him with her own, not understanding why he was bringing himself closer and closer to her. And as he moved inches from her face, she lost every train of thought that she had had. His lips met hers with an angry passion that matched her own and she was stunned into immobility. As he pulled away, she was left breathless and flushed, staring at him in utter confusion. However, she regained herself and felt fury flash through her once more. Her hand came up and she grabbed his shirt roughly, pushing him away from her and the wall. She adjusted them so that she now was able to shove him into the wall, her blue eyes looking into his brown carefully, but lustfully. He had lit something in her and she didn’t know what to do with it. So instead of fighting with the confusion, she leaned up and kissed him roughly, returning the favor. Her fingers remained entangled in his shirt, and her other searched his body, pulling one, then two knives from his body and tossing them to the side. Two could play this game.

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=D

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

ADMITTEDLY, HE WAS AS SURPRISED BY THE KISS AS SHE WAS, AND HE SAW THAT SHOCK IN HER EYES. HE LIKED THAT HE HAD SURPRISED HER, EVEN IF HE WAS ASKING HIMSELF WHY EXACTLY HE HAD KISSED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE. BUT CONNOR SELWYN WAS NOT A MAN TO ASK HIMSELF 'WHY' FOR VERY LONG. INSTEAD, HE LET HIS RAW FERAL INSTINCTS TAKE OVER AS HE ALWAYS DID IN A FIGHT OR IN SEX, BOTH OF WHICH SEEMED TO BE PANNING OUT RIGHT HERE AND NOW. HE HAD SLAMMED HER BACK AGAINST THE WALL, THE AIR RUSHING FROM HER LUNGS, AND HE RELEASED HER AS HE BACKED AWAY IN MILD SURPRISE THAT HE'D KISSED HER. STILL, IT HAD BEEN A GOOD KISS, AND ALTHOUGH SHE SEEMED RELUCTANT AT FIRST, SHE HAD LIKED IT. HE COULD TELL BY THE FIRE THAT BURNED IN HER EYES. IT PISSED HER OFF, BUT SHE'D LIKED IT. SO HE'D WON ON TWO FRONTS. THAT THOUGHT BROUGHT A DARK GRIN TO HIS FACE. SHE ELBOWED HIM IN THE CHEST, AND HE CURSED INWARDLY ALTHOUGH IT DIDN'T DO HIM MUCH HARM, AND HE GROWLED AS SHE CAME AT HIM TO CATCH HIM OFF GUARD.

ALTHOUGH THE ELBOW HADN'T HURT AS BADLY AS IT COULD HAVE, IT HAD TAKEN HIS CONCENTRATION OFF BY ENOUGH THAT SHE CAUGHT HIM UNAWARES AND GRABBED HIM, USING HER LITHENESS TO SPIN HIM AND PIN HIM AGAINST THE WALL JUST AS HE'D HELD HER ONLY MOMENTS BEFORE. HER FINGERS DUG INTO THE FABRIC OF HIS SHIRT AND SCRATCHED HIS SKIN, BUT HE LIKED IT ROUGH, HE ALWAYS HAD. HE SMILED DARKLY, LUSTFULLY, AT HER AND DARED HER TO MAKE A MOVE. SHE DID JUST AS FAST AS HE COULD HAVE IMAGINED IT, HER LIPS SMOTHERING HIS IN A HOT, LUSTY KISS. HE KISSED HER BACK UNASHAMEDLY, HIS HANDS MOVING TO HER HIPS EVEN AS HER FREE HAND ROAMED HIS TORSO. SHE FOUND THE TWO KNIVES HE KEPT HIDDEN IN SLOTS ON HIS BACK, AND SHE TOSSED THEM ASIDE. HIS HANDS ROAMED HER HIPS, SLIDING OVER THE SHAPE OF HER PERFECT ASS, AND HE SLIPPED HIS FINGERS BENEATH THE HEM OF HER PANTS, WITHDRAWING A KNIFE FROM A HOLSTER ON HER UPPER THIGH. HE TOSSED IT ASIDE AS THEIR LIPS PARTED FOR AIR.

THE MOMENT THEY PARTED, HE WAS TOO FAR GONE WITH HIS LUST AND DESIRE FOR HER TO STOP. GRABBING THE BOTTOM HEM OF HER SHIRT, HE PULLED IT OFF OVER HER BLOND HAIR, TOSSING IT OFF AFTER THE KNIFE HE'D DISCARDED. SHE WAS RIDDLED WITH SCARS AND HOLSTERS FOR VARIOUS WEAPONS, AND HE GRABBED HER HIPS, SPINNING HER SO HER BACK WAS AGAINST HIS CHEST. PULLING HER ROUGHLY AGAINST HIM, HE KISSED HER NECK WHILE REMOVING HER PEA SHOOTER GUN FROM ITS HIDING PLACE AT HER WAIST. HIS HIPS GROUND INTO HER FROM BEHIND AND HE NIPPED AT HER EAR WITH HIS LIPS, SMILING AS HE KISSED HER HOT SKIN. HE COULD FEEL THE HEAT RADIATING OFF OF HER AS HE WAS SURE IT WAS FROM HIM AS WELL. HE DIDN'T FEEL THE NEED FOR WORDS NOW. THE TAUNTS WERE OVER, AND THE SEXUAL TENSION WAS ONLY BUILDING. SURE, THEY WOULD GO BACK TO HATING ONE ANOTHER AFTER THIS WAS OVER, BUT WHO GAVE A DAMN? SHE WAS SEXY, AND HE WANTED TO FUCK HER. END OF STORY. SHE COULD HATE HIM AFTERWARD, BUT SHE WOULD HAVE A GOOD TIME WHILE SHE WAS HERE. HE WOULD SEE TO THAT.

[eli byrne]

Eli didn't know what to think of this entire situation. She was completely confused and thrown off by the fact that Connor Selwyn had kissed her. If someone asked her if she believed that this would ever happen, she would have laughed in their face. Eli hated everything about Connor. She hated the fact that he was a pig, that he was a manwhore, and the way that he viewed women as beneath him. Eli wasn't just a killer. She wasn't just some woman that worked for the mob and served her leaders without a question. She did question things and she did rebel against Connor. There were jobs that she refused to do because she was intelligent enough to understand that she would lose her life if she acquiesced to his commands. The young woman was intelligent and it was that intelligence that had kept her her life for this long with the work that she did. Watching him now, she just could not understand why he had done what he had. She thought his hate mirrored hers, and even though he wanted to fuck every woman that crossed his path for the most part, she had thought his distaste for her would prevent him from coming onto her.

Of course she was smart enough to know that he would have wanted her simply because she was a woman. But there were so many factors that went against that and she was confused. The confusion was evident in her eyes as she remained with her back to the wall, strands of her loose hair falling to frame her flushed face. Her blue eyes flashed as she began to gather her wits about her once the kiss had ended. It was a few moments before she regained her breath in order to return the favor he had bestowed upon her. There was nothing else for her to do here. They were trapped in this kitchen thanks to Connor's aim, and she would still kill him later for that. What made him think that she wanted to be trapped in here anyway with him? Trying not to let her anger overcome her was a losing battle, and as it hit her in waves, she finally responded. That was when she slammed him against the wall. That was when her lips finally met his, and that was when she decided to let her lust and her want for this man before her to take over every sensible thought inside of her mind.

She didn't speak and neither did he. It was as if they had a mutual, silent understanding. They would go back to arguing and snapping at one another after this heated moment, but for right now, why couldn't they enjoy themselves? It wasn't like Eli was going to suddenly start developing feelings for the asshole. And he certainly wasn't going to care for her. Connor Selwyn's heart was made of ice, and Eli had worked hard to build the walls up around her own. They were two wounded and broken people, but they were both too stubborn and prideful to ever let that show. So instead of succumbing to that weakness, they lashed out with anger and violence. It made sense. They had so much in common and yet there was so much that was different. Eli didn't know how to handle this entire situation. Refusing to think, she lifted her arms as he lifted her shirt, feeling his hands roam her body to remove her of her weapons. A smirk graced her features and her fingers moved to his chest, parting his button up shirt slightly. Instead of wasting time unbuttoning them, she pulled roughly, hearing and feeling the buttons release with satisfaction. Wrenching the shirt from his shoulders, she met his lips once more in an angry, passionate kiss, letting his shirt drop to the ground as she did so. This was certainly going to be interesting to say the least.

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Oh boy

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

EVERYTHING FOR HIM NOW HAD BECOME FERAL INSTINCT. IT WAS SIMILAR TO HOW HE BECAME IN A GUNFIGHT; HE LOST TRACK OF THOSE HUMAN EMOTIONS THAT GET IN THE WAY AND COMPLICATE THINGS, AND HE RAN ON RAW ANIMALISTIC KNOW-HOW. THAT TRAIT HAD KEPT HIM ALIVE FOR MANY YEARS. NOW, WITH ELI, HIS BRAIN WAS ON OVERDRIVE, BUT HIS PASSION FOR HER TURNED HIM INTO SOMETHING WOLFISH, PAWING AT HER AND WANTING MORE. THE FACT THAT SHE FOUGHT BACK AGAINST HIM, NOW AS THEY CLAMORED ON ONE ANOTHER AND BEFORE WHEN HE'D GOTTEN ANGRY ABOUT THE WHISKEY, TURNED HIM ON LIKE NO WOMAN HAD BEFORE. HE'D SLEPT WITH PLENTY OF WOMEN IN HIS TIME, FAR MORE THAN MOST MEN PROBABLY, AND EACH ONE WAS UNIQUE IN HER OWN WAY. SOME WERE MORE REMARKABLE THAN OTHERS, AND SOME HE'D ACTUALLY DEIGNED TO RETURN TO MORE THAN JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND (JUNIPER BEING ONE OF THEM). BUT ELI WAS A ONE-SHOT DEAL. SHE WOULD HATE HIM TOMORROW (PROBABLY IN MORE LIKE AN HOUR TO BE PRECISE), AND HE FELT THAT NOW WOULD BE HIS ONLY CHANCE WITH HER. THE FACT THAT SHE HATED HIM ONLY FUELED HIS DESIRE MORE. THE FACT THAT THIS WOULD BE THE ONLY TIME HE WOULD PROBABLY HAVE HER ONLY SPARKED THAT PASSION EVEN FASTER.

SHE TURNED BACK TO FACE HIM, A WRY SMILE GRACING HER LUSCIOUS LIPS, AND HE LEANED BACK AGAINST THE WALL TO GIVE HER MORE ROOM TO GET AT HIS SHIRT. HE WAS MOMENTARILY OVERWHELMED WITH IMPATIENCE WHEN SHE BEGAN TO UNBUTTON THE BUTTONS ONE-BY-ONE, AND HE ALMOST TOLD HER TO RIP THE DAMN THING OFF, BUT SHE WAS ONE STEP AHEAD OF HIM. OH HOW THEY THOUGHT ALIKE WHEN THE RAW INSTINCTS CAME OUT. HIS SHIRT WAS GONE, DESTROYED AND TOSSED ASIDE WITH SEVERAL OF HIS GUNS AND A FEW KNIVES HE KEPT LITTERING HIS UPPER BODY. HIS HANDS GRABBED HER SIDES AS SHE PRESSED ROUGHLY AGAINST HIM, KISSING HIM IN AN ALMOST PAINFUL KISS THAT HIS MIND REELED PLEASURABLY FROM. SLIDING HIS ROUGH HANDS DOWN HER SKIN, HE HOOKED HIS HANDS BENEATH HER THIGHS AND HOISTED HER OFF THE GROUND, WRAPPING HER LEGS AROUND HIS WAIST AS THEY STUMBLED AWAY FROM THE WALL AND HER BOTTOM SLID ON TOP OF THE BAR IN THE CENTER OF THE KITCHEN. AS HE KISSED HER, HE SHOVED ASIDE THE BITS OF DESTRUCTION STILL REMAINING ON THE BAR, AND THEN PULLED HER TIGHTER TO HIM AS HE SMOTHERED HER LIPS WITH HIS OWN.

ALL OF THEIR ARTICLES OF CLOTHING WERE GONE IN MERE MOMENTS, AND THEIR SWEATING BODIES COLLIDED THERE ON THE BAR, HEATING THE ROOM AND MAKING IT FEEL LIKE SUMMER EVEN AS THE SNOW FELL OUTSIDE. CONNOR FORGOT ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE GOING ON IN THE WORLD AS THEY SCREWED ONE ANOTHER. THE HEADINESS CREATED BY BOTH THE LUST AND HATRED RADIATING BETWEEN THEM OVERWHELMED HIM LIKE NO DRUG EVER COULD. HER FINGERS DUG INTO HIS SKIN AND HE GROWLED ANIMALISTICALLY EVEN AS HIS HANDS GRIPPED HER SO TIGHTLY SHE WOULD FIGHT RIGHT BACK. IT WAS LIKE A TUG OF WAR OF PASSION AND DOMINANCE WITH NEITHER COMING OUT AS THE 'WINNER'. THEY BOTH WON IN THIS BATTLE, SOMETHING NEITHER OF THEM COULD COMPREHEND IN THEIR MINDS WHICH WERE PROGRAMMED FOR WAR.

WHEN FINALLY HE KNEW THEY HAD BOTH GOTTEN WHAT THEY CAME FOR, HE STOOD WITH HER LEGS STILL WRAPPED AROUND HIS WAIST AND HIS HANDS CLUTCHING HER THIGHS. SWEAT BEADED ON HIS BODY AND HIS FOREHEAD RESTED AGAINST HER CHEST AS HE TOOK DEEP BREATHS TO FILL HIS LUNGS. THE DESTROYED KITCHEN SURROUNDED THEM AS WELL AS THEIR WEAPONS WHICH LITTERED THE FLOOR ALONG WITH PIECES OF THE CEILING AND THE DOOR JAM. PULLING HIS HEAD BACK BUT NOT MOVING AWAY FROM HER, HE LOOKED INTO HER BLUE EYES AND BEGAN TO OPEN HIS MOUTH TO SPEAK. HE KNEW HIS EYES HELD MORE WORDS THAN HE COULD EVER SAY, AND FOR THE BRIEFEST OF MOMENTS HE WASN'T ABLE TO CONCEAL HIS TRUE PASSION. JUST AS QUICKLY AS IT REVEALED ITSELF, IT WAS GONE.

HE WAS INTERRUPTED BY A POUNDING OUTSIDE THE BROKEN-IN ENTRANCE TO THE KITCHEN. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN THERE?" CAME JETT'S STRONG IRISH ACCENT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR, MUFFLED BY THE RUBBLE THE COLLAPSING WALL HAD CREATED. HIS HEART LEAPING IN HIS CHEST, CONNOR INSTANTLY RELEASED HER FROM THEIR PASSIONATE EMBRACE AND RETRIEVED HIS CLOTHES, GATHERING A FEW OF HIS WEAPONS AND MOVING TOWARD THE CAVED-IN DOOR, KNOWING ELI WOULD DO THE SAME SINCE HE'D SEEN THE LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN SHE'D HEARD HER BROTHER'S VOICE. "THE CEILING CAVED IN AFTER I SHOT IT," CONNOR STATED SIMPLY AND AS FLATLY AS POSSIBLE EVEN AS HIS THROAT WAS SWOLLEN FROM THE PASSION HE'D JUST ENDURED. "GET THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN AND GET US OUT OF HERE."

HE KNEW JETT WOULD ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY HE'D SHOT THE DOOR DOWN, BUT IT WAS HIS RIGHT AS THE LEADER TO KEEP THAT INFORMATION TO HIMSELF. THE LAST PERSON HE WANTED TO KNOW HE'D JUST FUCKED ELI BYRNE WAS HER TWIN BROTHER JETT. JETT WOULD MAKE IT HIS PERSONAL MISSION TO KILL CONNOR IF HE KNEW, AND CONNOR DIDN'T FEEL LIKE HAVING JETT ON HIS BAD SIDE. AS THE IRISH MEN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR BEGAN TO CLEAR OUT THE RUBBLE, HE GLANCED OVER HIS SHOULDER AT ELI FOR A MOMENT. HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, SO HE STEELED HIMSELF AND REMAINED SILENT. WHY MUDDY A COMPLICATED SITUATION WITH WORDS? HE'D NEVER BEEN A MAN TO TALK WHEN HE COULD ACT, AND SHE'D ALREADY SEEN THAT.

[eli byrne]

Eli was completely immersed in him, drinking him in like he was a drink that she couldn't get enough of. All of the feelings that she had never let her escape her over the years were fueled in the passion that lit her heart. She didn't know why this man, out of all the men she had ever been with, had been the one to release what was held so deep inside of her. But Eli lost herself and it was because of him. Her anger and her fiery defiance were still ever present, but there was so much more to her now as she just let herself go. For a moment she was alright with the fact that Connor was the one that she opened for, but that wasn't right. She was confused, that had to be it. Unfortunately, her heart never lied, and she knew that this was something to fear. Eli wasn't afraid of much but she was terrified that Connor had done this to her. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak, and she could barely breathe as he had his way with her, his fingers bringing her skin to life in every place that he touched. Her breaths were short and sweet, gasping as he wrapped her legs around him, having removed the last pieces of clothing that kept them from being completely together.

Eli leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him as he touched her, came to her. When she felt him place her on the bar, she only tightened her hold around him, still wanting to dominate but knowing how much strength she had left in order to do such a thing. She wouldn't let him win though. He couldn't win this because she would never allow it. It would forever be a constant battle and it was something that Eli had grown quite used to. Her hand braced herself on the bar for a moment as they finally did what they both needed and wanted so desperately. A lusty cry left her parted lips as they moved together, sweat beading her tanned skin as the thing that she had vowed to never let happen was happening. Everything that she had ever stood for was crumbling beneath her, as the ceiling was crumbling down from where Connor had shot the door. Her blue eyes stared wildly for a moment, the passion evident and obvious if Connor would just look. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she lost herself completely, blinded by the lust and the passion inside of her. Gasping once more as they finished, having done exactly what was needed, Eli closed her vibrant eyes. She would not allow her gaze to betray her steely exterior. But the fact was, Connor had won. She would never admit it, but it had happened.

She didn't know how or why, and he wouldn't know what battle he had won. He had broken the wall that she had so desperately built around her heart to keep herself emotionless. She was trained and formulated for war and violence, not emotion. She could not feel because if she did it would ruin her. She had never accepted anything bad that had happened in her life because it was not safe. If Eli felt she was terrified of what would happen. So now she just let it go. Ignoring it, she opened her eyes and tried to regain her breath as he rested his forehead against her chest. Her fingers went to his hair now, entwining themselves in it as she tried to steady them both. That was something that she had never expected, had never thought that she would ever want. But it had happened, and she had wanted it. She had wanted it more than she would ever admit. Taking a deep breath, she finally exhaled slowly and released her hold of him. Her eyes found his as he looked up and she couldn't believe what she saw there. His passion matched her own and that confused her. Had he really wanted that then for a reason other than just a good fuck?

Eli didn't have the time to question it, for as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, the spell was broken. As she recognized her twin's voice, horror crossed her features and she looked at Connor pointedly. This was not good. This was not good at all. Jett was going to know. She couldn't hide this from him and that terrified her. He was going to have her head as well as Connor's because her twin could read her like a book. Freaking out for a moment, she slipped gracefully from the counter and started tearing on her clothes. At least Connor had his wits about him, for he was able to answer Jett without a second thought. Eli needed to speak too or this was not going to go well. "Yeah, because this asshole can't control his temper." She said spitefully, trying to make it sound as realistic as possible. However, her voice still had a bit of lust to it and she cursed herself inwardly. God dammit. Now he was going to know what that did to her and that pissed her off to no end. Fuming now, she pulled on her shirt and started fixing her hair. Then with horror, she looked at Connor's shirt. Oh no. Oh no. Whispering, she pointed at his exposed chest. "Connor, your shirt!" What were they going to do now?

She started picking up the random weapons that he had thrown from her exposed body, placing them back in the places that they belonged. She scurried now, definitely not okay with how this was playing out. The one person that had to find them had to be her brother. Seriously? Sighing, she took a deep breath to regain her composure and just stood there for a moment. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath and finally felt relaxed enough. When her eyes finally opened she had the look of a cold and calculating killer. This had to be hidden or Jett was going to freak. As she heard Jett working at the ruins from the other side, she approached Connor, her arm brushing his by accident as she came over to help. Her eyes met his as she touched him, the spark it gave her causing her to nearly jump. "Jett. Hurry the fuck up." She snapped, though her voice cracked when she said her brother's name. This was ridiculous.

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I just can'tttt

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

that boy is dangerous ---

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR SISTER IS A BITCH," HE RETORTED AS SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT HIS TEMPER. MAY AS WELL KEEP UP THE SHOW SO NO ONE WOULD SUSPECT THEY HAD JUST HAD SEX. MINDBLOWINGLY GOOD SEX, BUT THAT WAS JUST BETWEEN THEM. AS JETT TORE AT THE RUBBLE FROM THE OTHER SIDE, HIS VOICE TURNING AWAY FROM THEM AS HE CALLED BEHIND HIM FOR HELP, CONNOR LOOKED OVER AT ELI AND KNEW SHE COULDN'T HIDE THIS FROM HER BROTHER. NOT ONLY DID THEY HAVE THAT WEIRD TWINSENSE THING, BUT HE KNEW SHE TOLD JETT EVERYTHING. WHEN SHE CALLED OUT TO HER BROTHER, HE HEARD THAT DISTINCT CATCH IN HER VOICE, AND HE LOOKED AT HER CURIOUSLY, BUT DIDN'T ASK HER ANY QUESTIONS. SURELY SHE WAS JUST CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT, IT COULDN'T BE... CLEARING HIS HEAD, HE FOCUSED ON HIS CURRENT DILEMMA: HIS SHIRT. IT WAS RUINED, AND HOW COULD THEY EXPLAIN THE BROKEN BUTTONS? GRINDING HIS TEETH TOGETHER, HE TURNED FROM THE DOOR, BRUSHING PAST ELI AS HE DID SO AND FINDING A WEIRD TINGLING IN HIS ARM WHERE THEIR SKIN HAD TOUCHED. IGNORING IT, HE BENT AND RETRIEVED HIS WEAPONS WHERE THEY WERE THROWN ABOUT THE ROOM. HE SHOVED HIS GUN BACK INTO THE BACK OF HIS PANTS, SLID HIS KNIVES INTO THE HOLSTERS ON HIS BACK, AND SLIPPED THE SMALLER DAGGER INTO ITS PLACE BENEATH HIS LEFT ARM AGAINST HIS RIBS. HE WAS STILL SHIRTLESS HOWEVER, AND HIS MIND SCOURED HIS OPTIONS AS HE PICKED HIS RUINED SHIRT OFF THE FLOOR.

AND THEN AN IDEA CAME TO HIM.

TURNING BACK TO ELI, HE GRABBED HER AND PULLED HER TOWARD HIM. INSTANTLY, HIS MIND FLASHED BACK TO HER MOANING AT HIS TOUCH AS HE SCREWED HER AGAINST THE BAR, AND HE ALMOST STUMBLED BY THE INTENSITY OF THE VISION. FORCING THOSE IMAGES AWAY, HE SLIPPED HIS HAND DOWN HER SIDE AND WITHDREW ONE OF HER SHARPEST KNIVES, FLIPPING IT SO THE HILT FACED HER. "CUT ME," HE STATED FLATLY, OFFERING HER HIS ARM. SEEING HER SKEPTICAL, QUESTIONING LOOK, HE ROLLED HIS EYES AND MADE SURE HIS VOICE WAS LOW ENOUGH THAT ONLY SHE COULD HEAR HIM AS JETT AND HIS HELPERS TORE AWAY AT THE DOOR. "MAKE IT LOOK REAL TOO," HE ORDERED, OFFERING HER HIS UPPER ARM AGAIN. "I'LL WRAP IT IN THE SHIRT, AND NO ONE WILL EVEN BE THE WISER." PLANTING HIS FREE HAND ON THE COUNTERTOP, HE GRITTED HIS TEETH AND WAITED FOR THE BLOW. IF THEY WANTED TO KEEP THIS TO THEMSELVES, HE WAS GOING TO MAKE THE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR SECRET. HE DIDN'T KNOW WHY, SINCE EVERYTHING HE'D EVER DONE IN HIS LIFE WAS PURELY FOR HIS OWN BENEFIT, UNLESS IT CAME TO HIS FATHER. BUT THIS TIME, PERHAPS HE WAS JUST PROTECTING HIMSELF FROM HER BROTHER'S WRATH. YES, THAT WAS HIS EXCUSE.

[eli byrne]

Eli's eyes looked wildly around the room for a moment as she tried to ground herself from the sex that they had just had. She didn't think they would cuddle and lay around for hours after doing it because that was not her style and she knew it wasn't his, but she hadn't been expecting to be thrown into a situation like this seconds after finishing with Connor. If she didn't regain her composure Jett would know something was up and she couldn't even hide it. If she could regain herself she'd be able to slip away while Jett and Connor spoke or something of the sort. She could just say she was entirely pissed off from being stuck in a room with that prick for that long and needed to clear her head. She did need to clear her head, but not for the reason that she prayed she could convince Jett of. Taking another deep breath, she exhaled slowly and then looked to Connor as he walked away from the door. Where was he going? What was he doing? Looking at him in question, she just nearly lost it again as his skin brushed hers. She couldn't even handle this anymore. What was going on with her? This was Connor. Connor Selwyn. She was supposed to hate him. She did hate him. She was being foolish. Shaking her head in defiance, she looked to the door that Jett was busy working on clearing away with his new found help. They needed to figure this situation out and fast.

As Connor picked up his shirt, Eli studied him, wondering what was running through his mind. In another instant though, she didn't have time to think, for she was being pulled towards him again. Stumbling slightly simply because she hadn't been expecting that from him, her breath caught and her chest rose with that familiar feeling of passion. No. Quelling it immediately, she refused to be the loser in this situation. Except she knew that the lust had crossed in her eyes as soon as he looked into her gaze and she would continue to hate herself forever for that. Biting her lower lip, she nearly lost it as his hand traveled down her side. Inhaling sharply from his touch, she let it out slowly, her eyes never leaving his as he stood this close to her. Thinking quickly, she heard his flat statement and nearly shoved him away from her. She would have if she wasn't so delirious by their closeness, but her free hand did rise to touch his chest. She pushed him slightly, but it wasn't nearly strong enough to shove him away. "Connor, no. You're fucking nuts." Her Irish accent came out quietly but sharply. She was not going to cut him now.

Watching him for a moment, she finally took the handle of her knife but grudgingly so. She could make it sting less than she would have wanted to for an enemy but it was still going to hurt. When he stepped away from her to brace himself against the counter, her blue eyes stared at the knife in her hand as if she had never seen it before. Her gaze then drifted to the door, which was slowly starting to shake back and forth as the men on the other side were close to freeing them. Biting her lower lip, she looked back at Connor, her eyes betraying her emotions. She didn't want to stab him. This was the girl that had wanted to do nothing but hurt him before but now she was having second thoughts. But they had no choice. It had to be done if they wanted to get out of this without anyone suspecting them. Walking to him now, she froze before him and knew that she was running out of time. Glancing up, she spoke once more. "I'm sorry Connor." It was a whisper but it was sincere. Her eyes focused on his forearm as she grabbed his hand, taking the blade and slicing his skin quickly and cleanly. Her skill was obvious as the blood started beading quickly, and she sucked in a breath as soon as she was done. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter and she hastily backed away from him. This was too much for her to handle right now. First she had sex with him, now she had cut him. Confusion rippled through her like a tidal wave and she nearly had a heart attack when minutes later, the door was burst through by her twin and the men.

Leaving no room for Jett to ask questions, she snapped to life for a moment. "About fucking time Jett." She said tersely and then moved out of the door, climbing over the rubble. She needed to clear her head, she needed to slow her racing heart. This was all wrong. Something was different inside of her and she couldn't figure it out. Walking out of the mansion without a jacket to even keep her warm, she disappeared behind one of Jett's many buildings and leaned her back up against it. Sliding down against it, her butt touched the snow in another minute and she held her head in her hands. What was she doing? Seeing blood on her hands suddenly, she felt like she was going to vomit. Reaching for the snow that was gathering, her trembling fingers picked it up, rubbing hastily and roughly at the blood on her wrist. This was ridiculous. She was being a fool.

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She's so confused.

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