Some mistakes are too much fun, Connor.

[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] About the time she had finished up with Gabriel, her phone had buzzed in her pocket with a text message from her mentor, Victor. He couldn't come to get her, so he was sending Connor to fetch her. It suited her plans, and she wouldn't have to worry about getting her cherry popped later on. It'd be done tonight, if she could help it. Her room in The Ritz was convenient enough, and it had her stock of booze. She wouldn't need to filch his, which would just be easier on the both of them. Her stolen scrubs were dinosaur print, which was disgusting, quite frankly. The moment she had gotten in his car, she stripped the scrubs off and tore them into strips, which she would take great pleasure in burning later on. For now, however, she just stuffed the strips into her satchel and retrieved her over-sized t-shirt, which she slipped over her head before buckling her seat belt. The shirt went easily past her knees, which would make her plan go just a tad smoother. It certainly wasn't leather and lace like she had been aiming for, but it was certainly a start. She shifted in her seat to look at him, a sly smile gracing her glossed lips. "I have a surprise for you, Connor." She purred, hand drifting toward his knee, which she squeezed lightly. "Call it a..thank you." She mused, allowing her hand to return to her lap as her eyes faced forward. The rest of the car ride was relatively silent, which made it easier for her to think. She was about to roll between the sheets or around on the floor with her mentor's friend. Her mentor would be pissed and in the back of her mind, she figured the bastard deserved it. For three years, she hadn't heard a word from the man and now that she saw him face to face, she wondered if she had made the right decision in coming to Sapphire Bay. About the only good thing that came out of it would be that she wouldn't be dying a virgin. They both had their own reasons for what was about to transpire. Her stomach churned a moment, and she continued to wonder if it was the right decision. Since she was sixteen, she had blindly followed Vic's orders. Ten years later, she was doing something for herself, and she had some reservations about it. It wasn't anything a glass of bourbon wouldn't cure, and she'd be doing just that the moment they stepped over the threshold of the door to her room. She just needed to be loosened up a bit. It wouldn't take much, but she needed to do this for herself, just to prove that she wasn't another one of Victor's mindless drones on the payroll. When would that asshole retire? She had been patient, and she felt like it was her chance at glory. Perhaps, that was why he told her to keep away from Sapphire Bay. He was on the road to retirement, and he wanted her to work on her own legacy so she could successfully take over his operation. Butterflies fluttered briefly in her stomach, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them next, the car was parked. She snatched her satchel and gave Connor a look before she got out of the car. She held the door open for a heartbeat, a mere fraction of a second. "Are you coming or not?" She queried bluntly, closing the door before making her way to the looming, extravagant building. He'd either come, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, she'd find somebody else. Either way, it was going to happen tonight, come hell or high water. It didn't take the woman long to make her way to her room and use the key card to open the door, revealing the posh room.

[CONNOR SELWYN]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

this was victor's big plan. he wanted to screw around with the young police officer again. well, it was more like he wanted to kill the fucker, but connor didn't care. all he cared about was the fact that he was slightly hung over and waiting impatiently for aubrey to finish her part of the job so he could get his over with. he was her get-away car since victor had other matters to attend to (something about his wallet getting stolen). he felt mildly like victor's errand boy, and it pissed him off. he was the godfather of the damn irish mafia, and he was picking up victor's 'girl' after a job. how... petty. drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he didn't even notice when aubrey exited the hospital and came toward the car. he only turned and saw her when she opened the door and climbed in, immediately beginning to take off her scrubs. he smiled appreciatively and raised an eyebrow as he put the car into gear and took off out of the parking lot.

he caught glimpses of her dressing out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't openly watch because he was moving through traffic. he would have if he could have simply because he was very open with his sexuality, and he had no shame. when aubrey settled back down into her seat, she looked over at him and told him she had a surprise for him. raising his eyebrows, he cut a glance over at her and smiled. "is that so?" her hand slid onto his leg then, and his smile curved over his entire face. "mmm so that conversation the other night wasn't just a tease." he winked at her and turned onto the street headed to her hotel. no more words passed between them as they rode to the ritz, and connor didn't feel the need to fill the empty space with empty banter. he wasn't the talkative kind of guy, and his mind was elsewhere anyway. as aubrey touched his leg and reminded him of their 'arrangement', he was instantly taken back to memories of eli. it had been two weeks now, and he still couldn't get it out of his mind. he needed to.

they reached the ritz and he parked the car in an open space. aubrey was climbing out almost before it came to a complete stop. her nervousness was almost palpable as she climbed out and asked him impatiently if he was coming. he chuckled and followed her all the way to the room. he was patient in some ways, although not in many. he could wait for her to be ready, and he didn't want it to be like some kind of weird performance (although he saw every sexual escapade as a chance to show off his skills). he didn't really care about making her feel comfortable, as long as he got what he wanted, but he sensed she felt the same way. for whatever reason, she wanted this to happen, and it would happen for sure.

as they entered the room, he sidled up behind her, his arm slipping around her waist as he pushed the door shut behind him. he leaned over and kissed her on the side of her neck before spinning her to face him. with her back to him, he was suddenly taken back to that day in the kitchen, and he didn't want to think about that. the purpose of this arrangement was precisely so he could forget about eli. thankfully, aubrey was shorter than him and had dark hair so she was nothing like eli except that they were both female and killers. this would have to be what he needed to forget. he guided her walking backwards, heading for the bed. holding her at the small of her back, he leaned her backward, kissing the base of her neck as he allowed her to slide onto the bed, hovering over her. looking into her eyes, the tips of his fingers traced her thigh, pulling up the long tee shirt she wore. "you know victor probably won't like this if he finds out," he noted, not having particularly thought about it before. but following his irritation about being used as an errand boy, he didn't particularly care.

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] With his arm around her waist, she was reminded that this was real, that it was happening. There wasn't any going back, and a large part of her didn't want to go back. She just wanted to live in the moment. After it was over, they could go back to their normal lives and pretend nothing happened. It would be easy as breathing for the both of them. Hell, she had killed people, and she still managed to smile to the face of the world. All thought was lost as the man's lips brushed along her neck, and she shivered briefly with delight. She didn't know what was going on as he spun her around to face him. Pale eyes gazed up into his darker ones, silently pleading, silently asking for more than she could ever hope to chew. Dark tendrils of hair fell in wisps around her face, somehow having managed to free themselves from the bun. Her arms lifted slowly, draping around his shoulders as her fingers dug lightly into his shoulder blades. She was familiar with flirting, with foreplay even. She had come close several times to the point she was about to reach but then she gunned her partners down as another sick part of Victor's schemes. A large part of her just wanted the man to move faster, to end the torment that had built up within her. Who the hell needed a bed when they had the floor? Comfort wasn't part of it, damn it. Still, despite her feelings on the matter, she moved with him, stopping only when the back of her legs brushed along the foot of the bed. Her back brushed along the familiar blanket, and his lips found her neck once more. Instinct took over in that moment, and her head tilted. For the second time that night, Connor had robbed her of all logic. Perhaps, there was just something wrong with her or perhaps, she was just blossoming into a woman with the help of the notorious bad boy that promised her sweet sin. She blinked, long lashes brushing along her the very tops of her cheeks. "Ask me if I give a damn what that idiot thinks." She responded quietly. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she allowed her arms to lower as her fingertips traced along the waistband off his pants. She was silent for several moments as she basked in the sensations that came with his fingertips brushing along her thighs. "After we've finished, depending on your taste, I have a fine selection of alcohol that might tickle your fancy." She teased, brushing her lips along his cheek as her spine arched, pressing her smaller body against his larger one.

[CONNOR SELWYN]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

connor was relieved that aubrey didn't need foreplay anymore than he did. he needed to get his head off of the person he'd been obsessing over for the past two weeks. if he didn't, he'd probably go insane and think he was falling in love. and that just wasn't possible. he was connor selwyn. love for him was as rare and obscene as a monk fucking a prostitute. and aubrey, although not a whore, wanted this moment as much as he did, but for her own reasons. he didn't mind her using him for this, he was using her, it was only fair.

smiling as she mentioned her alcohol stash, connor leaned in and kissed her neck as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. "you better not have been teasing me with the promise of bourbon," he teased, tossing her shirt off to the side and pulling his own shirt off over his head, allowing her to remove his belt. pulling his gun out of the back of his pants, he slid it away across the floor and then climbed back on top of her. no time at all passed before they were both undressed. it wasn't long after that that connor removed from her the one thing she could give to no one else. if he was the sentimental type, he would've felt honored. he was good in bed (thanks to practice), and he knew the way she clawed at him that she enjoyed herself. for some women, he imagined their first time was painful, and he couldn't tell with her, but he was pleased he'd provided her some ecstasy. that was something he knew she'd never forget.

coated with a thin layer sweat and panting, connor fell onto his back in the bed beside aubrey, taking a long cleansing breath. now that the sex was over, the repercussions of victor finding out settled over him and part of him still didn't care, but the other part of him knew victor would be so royally pissed if he ever found out. thankfully, neither of them had the desire to tell him. leaning up on one elbow, connor smiled at her, not sensing that weird clingy vibe from her at all. he never felt that toward a woman, but men were different than women, and he knew it. still, he didn't think he'd have to worry about aubrey turning into a stalker anytime soon. she'd come, and she'd conquered, figuratively speaking, and they could both move on as healthy adults. it was strange, but refreshing in ways he couldn't verbally express.

"you came to the right person," he commented with a smile. "you're welcome by the way," he was teasing, and he prodded her with his elbow before rolling back onto his back and stretching luxuriously. "i could use that bourbon, or a good scotch if you've got one."

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] She stretched and shook off whatever remained of the soreness. Having become an expert at hiding what she felt, it was easy for hide the initial pain. It also helped that her pain tolerance was fairly high, which was a blessing in itself, considering her line of work. "Aye, aye." She said with a grin of her own, snatching a terry cloth robe from the floor, where she had dropped it this morning after her shower. It still smelled faintly of lavender, which was her scent of the week. Next week, she would probably change it to Twilight Woods. She pushed her arms through the sleeves and rose slowly, drifting out of the bedroom to make her way to the minibar. Snatching two glasses and a bottle of Bowmore, she made her way back to Connor, perching haphazardly on the edge of the bed. "So, because bitches be crazy, I figured you'd probably trust it more if you poured it yourself. Never know, I could slip you a mickey." She snickered briefly at the thought and held up the glasses, along with the bottle. "How does.." She paused to squint at the label. She either needed glasses, or she was more out of it than she thought. "Bowmore Legend Single Malt Scotch Whisky sound? Personally, I think it sounds like a mouthful." She bit back a giggle, giving him another lazy grin as she nudged him with her elbow. She was a lot like a child but when it called for it, she certainly knew how to kick some major ass. "And in response to your earlier jest, thank you." She nearly dropped the glasses as she reached over him to set them on the nightstand beside him.

[CONNOR SELWYN]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

connor shrugged noncommittally as aubrey handed him the bottle of whiskey. he had types of whiskey he preferred, and his tastes were very high indeed when it came to his scotch, but the bottle she had was perfectly acceptable. she wasn't irish after all, so she probably didn't drink as often or as much as he did. he watched her as she leaned over and set down the glasses, and he saw her hands shaking. she seemed so controlled and calm on the surface, but her shaking hands told him otherwise. either that, or she had parkinson's disease or something, which was unlikely. after she set down the glasses, connor's hand snaked out and gripped her wrist, not too tightly, and he looked at her hand and then into her face as she thanked him with a smile. "why were you so set on doing this? you know victor will be furious if he finds out, but you did it anyway." he released her hand and looked up at her, examining her face. he wasn't always the best at looking into someone's face to tell they were lying, but he could read body language like a pro.

"although you're sure of your choice, you're still unsure about something," he commented, pouring his glass and taking a sip from it. the whiskey burned a pleasant path down his throat to his stomach. "considering i'm the second guilty party in this, it may be best if i'm informed of the entire situation." he raised his eyebrows and watched her curiously, wanting his anwers.

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] When he called her out on her reasoning, it was her turn to shrug. "I'm good at what I do, but Victor insists that if I'm not pure mentally, I should be physically. The entire time I've been with him, he's driven everybody and everything away." She frowned and drew her legs beneath her, squinting at the wall for a few moments. "Contrary to popular belief, he's not a bad man. His actions might leave a lot to be desired but in his heart, even if he claims not to have one, he has only the best of intentions." She said quietly, pushing her tousled hair away from her face. She chewed on the inside of her cheek a moment, trying to struggle past the fog in her head. "When he first got hold of me, he knew I didn't want this life, so he eased me into it..kind of like a parent when they teach their child how to ride a bike. I was his prodigal pupil that followed everything he said without question. This..." She paused, lifting her hand to gesture between the two of them. "..Was my second act of rebellion in ten years, and my first was coming to Sapphire Bay." She shrugged limply and bit down on her lower lip. Again, silence ensued as she tried to think. "I know you're not one for making friends, and I also know we're both going to walk away from this like nothing happened, but I do have one favor to ask." She shifted to look toward him, her pale gaze almost seeming pleading. "Would you...take on the role of 'big brother?' Victor trusts you, and he considers you a close friend. That's...I-I'm shutting up now." She mumbled and averted her gaze, feeling like an idiot.

[CONNOR SELWYN]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

connor watched aubrey as she explained the situation to him. he smiled to himself as she mentioned them walking away from this as if nothing happened. he could very easily do just that. he wasn't one to have emotional ties to anyone, outside of his family, and that's why he had no official 'girlfriend'. he didn't need one. he had plenty of women to choose from if he needed to get laid, and he had no need for an emotional connection. he preferred to have the least amount of emotions involved possible, in truth. however, he kept this truth to himself as aubrey opened up to him, not out of care for her, but out of care of their alliance. she was still victor's second-in-command, and since sleeping with her would put him on dangerous ground with victor, he needed her loyalty. so he remained silent as the truth poured out of her, sipping calmly on his drink.

smiling as she asked him to become her 'big brother' figure, connor sat up in the bed and downed the remainder of his drink. "if i do a favor for you, what do i get in return?" he asked, his hazel eyes calculating as he looked at her with his penetrating gaze. "how can i guarantee you won't just betray me and run right back to victor the moment we leave here? he would much more easily forgive you than me," he observed plainly, setting his empty glass on the bedside table as he slid out of the bed, pulled his boxers on and then his pants before turning back to glare at her. "i find that women are weaker than men when it comes to hiding the truth." raising an eyebrow, he smiled a wry smile and pulled his shirt on over his arms, one-by-one.

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Without warning, her demeanor grew cold, almost like a viper readying itself to strike. "If you truly believed that, you wouldn't have done this, and you would have already killed me. Second, Victor is a sinking ship, and I don't intend to go down with him." She hissed, pale eyes revealing nothing. It was almost like the young woman had closed in on herself. It was a safety mechanism she used frequently, and it worked nearly every time. She caught movement in the corner of her eye, and she was quick to turn toward him, watching him carefully, curiously even. Her eyes silently tracked each movement as her mind scrambled to force out some form of a....a what, exactly? "Interpol is closing in on Victor. He'll have two options: blame it on his brother, Vincent, or allow himself to be taken into custody. If you value your business, you'll sever your ties with him." Her hand reached forward, fingertips grazing along his arm. "I stand to inherit his assets, no matter what happens and if he goes down sooner than planned, you'll have a more reliable business partner." She was what Victor was in his younger years. Certainly, the man was still ruthless and cold, but he had grown too secure the longer he went without a record or a battle scar to show for his lifestyle. "Surely, you've noticed it, Connor? Not even he is invincible, and he's going to be faced with that reality soon. I will not swear my allegiances to a man that is just asking for trouble or at least, not when my talents can be better served elsewhere." She purred, brow lifting slightly as she awaited his reaction. She was through with breaking her back for a man that only cared about the next way he could prove the world didn't own him. Cocking her head, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and rolled over on her back, taking a swig. "If he dumps me like trash on the side of the road, why should I stick around to save his ass from the fire? Personally, I'd like to see the fucker fry." She pouted and took another swig of the burning liquor. She glanced toward him, blinking. "Unless you'd prefer to keep that nuisance alive." She challenged with a coy smile, her dark hair partially framing her soft features.

[CONNOR SELWYN]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

as he buttoned his shirt one button at the time, he listened intently to aubrey's words. shrugging slightly and smiling, he answered, "true, but if i'd killed you, the sex wouldn't have be nearly as enjoyable." he chuckled at his dark humor and turned his back on her as she went on about victor being a sinking ship. it was true, the man had been untouched for so long, he was growing complacent. complacency was the worst fault of a criminal. it led to making stupid mistakes simply because you thought you were untouchable. victor had been untouchable for so long, and now interpol was closing in on him. connor knew that much without aubrey having to tell him. he kept eyes on the inside of interpol in his own way, and he'd received reports of one of their agents visiting sapphire bay on the hunt for the legendary v.

turning back to face aubrey as he retrieved another bottle of liquor from the mini-fridge in the room, he got an idea as he listened to her words. unscrewing the bottle, he smiled darkly as an idea formed in his mind. he slid back down on the bed and took a swig from the bottle. "i've never thought victor was invincible, although he's thought so for some time," he commented, waving it off with his free hand. "and the most dangerous ally is one who has the eyes of the police on him." he didn't care to mention that sapphire bay's police had recently gotten wind of him. he was dealing with that prick of a deputy in his own way. he'd chop his little girlfriend into tiny bits and feed her to the sharks in the bay if he had to, but caleb would not touch him. looking into aubrey's pale eyes as her fingers grazed his arm, he smiled darkly. "i don't need him alive, but i want his business." snorting, he rolled his eyes. "not the stupid little cafe, but the rest of it. with the russians closing in, and working on setting up an alliance with them, i could use you as the new head of v's legacy. victor has become a bit of a liability."

drinking from the bottle and then offering it to her, he brushed a lock of her black hair out of her face. "as long as you have the will to stab him in the back, you can be the queen of your own empire. all i ask is your loyalty... and i'll help you kill the bastard."

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Her facial features were blank for several moments. "Victor already has it in good with the Russians. They've been doing deals together for years." She said softly, biting down gently on her lower lip. She knew it was wrong to betray her mentor, the very man that had made her who she was, and given her everything she could have ever hoped for but still, she couldn't be tied down by him any longer. As her thoughts drifted like waves lapping gently at the shoreline, she tried to piece together the logic she continually insisted that she had. Still, even through that haze, she could hear somebody from outside her door, knocking and calling out something about room service. Shaking her head, she jerked open the bedside table and pulled out a nine millimeter, which was equipped with a silencer. "Bullshit.." She muttered, slipping the gun casually into the inside of her robe. "Hold that thought, dove." She chirped, leaving the bedroom and sliding the door closed behind her. When she opened the door, her brows shot up in surprise. She had pulled her gun out on the poor man, only to recognize him moments later. With a yelp, the flustered man began to speak. "Damn it, Aubrey! Don't you recognize my voice anymore?" He whined, and she rolled her eyes and slid her gun back into the depths of her robe, stepping to the side to allow him inside. "Well, Vincent, that was a shitty way for me to come to the door. I didn't order room service, and I'm not about to let some fucker into my room." She retorted sharply, gesturing toward the couch in a fashion that told him to take a seat. After, she went back toward the bedroom and knocked, still feeling some degree of disbelief. "Connor, you can come out, if you like. I'd like you to meet Vincent. He's going to help us on this little venture." She mused, running her fingers through her hair before making her way back toward the waiting man and taking a seat across from him, crossing one leg over the other. "I brought my toys." Vincent said with a self-satisfied sneer.