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Post by driver taden on Apr 9, 2012 9:26:32 GMT -5
     She felt so out of place here. The only people she had had contact with other than Jett made her feel like an animal, like a tool of their trade. Especially Connor Selwyn. He was to be her boss now, if she accepted this life. And he was bloodthirsty. She had seen the look in his eyes before but his was more intense than any that she could imagine. Her job was going to be simple. She was going to use her body for the mafia, something Connor deemed should be easy for her considering her job, her past. She had hated him then. She didn't want that life for herself but she had done what she needed to do in order to survive. She supposed that this was going to be done to survive as well. If she didn't do what he said, what he wanted, then he had every ability and every reason to kill her. She was just a pawn, a piece to his army. If she wasn't an asset than she would be disposed of. It should frighten her, but she was surprised to see that it didn't at all. She had forgotten how to feel fear, for if she succumbed to it she would be ruined. Dying was something that she had accepted long ago in order to live her life. She fought for everything because she had to, but if she died, she died. There would be no pain, no suffering. She'd be at peace.
That wasn't to say that she wanted to off herself because she didn't. She cherished her life because she was independent and defiant. The woman that Jett had seen in the ally was someone that never usually surfaced. That night she thought that she was going to die, and while she had accepted it, there was no way that a person could willingly stand there without fighting. She had tried. But those men had outnumbered her, they were stronger than her. And they had wanted her which was something that she struggled to win against. Their want was far greater than she had ever imagined and that realization brought about the thought that this was it. However, that was not the case. Her savior had come in the form of a dark and mysterious stranger. He had killed for an innocent bystander, for a girl that he most likely had no business talking to. And now she understood. He shouldn't have even given her the time of day. He was in the mafia. What would saving a girl, a dancer like her achieve for him? Nothing. There was no personal gain, there was no incentive or reward waiting for him. She had nothing to give him but her body and she didn't feel as if that would be sufficient. Sighing to herself now, she shook her head, trying to rid her mind of those thoughts. Jett was the only one that she liked here. He was the only one that was honestly kind to her, save from his twin sister Eli. She made an effort to talk to Driver which was a feat in itself, or so Jett said.
Driver was aware of how close the two were. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes. When Eli had been nearly fatally hurt that night, she had sensed something was wrong with Jett. Even if he didn't know what was happening to Eli, something had told him that his sister was not alright. His endless pacing had nearly made Driver sick, but she had stayed with him. And when Connor had arrived with the young woman, Driver feared the worst. She looked horrible, but Flynn had fought to save her life. The doctor was good at what he did and even though he would leave the blonde with a large scar for the rest of her life, she had that: her life. Driver took care of her every day after that, being the nurse that the woman needed. Connor was off of her back because she was doing something useful, and she wasn't selling her body around for odd jobs. It worked for her, so she hadn't complained. But now that Eli was up and about and angrier than ever, Drive didn't know what to do with herself. The inevitable was coming. She was going to have to do what Connor said sooner or later and she prayed that it'd be later. She didn't want to go back to the Revolver. She didn't want to do that anymore, she didn't want to live that life. But she had no choice if she wanted to live. Sighing softly once more, she brought her knees up to her chest, sitting in the middle of the bed that had been given to her. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion and worry and she knew what she needed. She needed to find Jett.
Pushing herself up from the bed, she moved to her new wardrobe, looking at some of the outfits in disgust. But there were normal clothes. Selecting a pair of jeans and a simple white tee shirt, she slipped some shoes on and was soon out the door, closing it behind her. She traveled down the unfamiliar hallway, trying to remember the lay out of the estate. She passed a few members of the mafia but they didn't give her the time of day. She hadn't proved herself yet and they didn't think it was worth paying any attention to her. For that she was grateful. Finally reaching what seemed to be an abandoned hallway, she recognized the door the belonged to Jett Byrne. Relief fled through her and she hurried forward, remembering the late nights she had come here to just talk to him, to feel comforted by his steady presence and his soothing tones. He had always known what to say but she had a feeling that this time he was the one who needed comfort. Eli had almost died. That was hard for him to handle and she wanted him to know that she was here for him. Her knuckles rapped lightly at the door twice, but she let herself in like always. "Jett?"
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