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"No worries. Beck is still in the fucking bath. These flats weren't even meant to have baths. He just demanded we had them installed."

"You had this place built?" Elisa raised her eyebrows. She never could have guessed that one of them had money to do such a thing, even if it was in a particularly sketchy side of town. She also never guessed that Beck, of all people, would be a bath person. Though she thought on it for a few seconds, she quickly became distracted by Leon busting the door open to the bathroom and watching him push Beck into the water. She couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Still sleeping, B?" She asked, trying to keep her eyes above his hips. It became much easier when he pulled her into a sopping wet hug and she groaned. "Couldn't you have wiped yourself dry even a little bit!?" Still, Elisa managed to hug him back, though she shivered when they pulled away. She shot him a look of feigned anger and flicked his arm in retaliation.

"Does Beck always get you this wet in front of company?" Rebecca joked, with a wicked grin on her face, winking at Beck.

"Heya. How you been? Cute hipster bracelet."

"Whatever, ya emo kid. My dad gave it to me." She teased, brushing a wet strand of his long hair from his face. Her dad was noticeably absent from her life for weeks and sometimes months at a time, it was very rare for her to mention him. She saw her mom more often, though Elisa really wished it was the other way around. Her dad may have been oblivious, but he was far kinder and generally more understanding. When she had come home pregnant with Jess, it had been him she told first. It was him who allowed the doctors to hospitalize her when she had tried to kill herself the first time. All the others her mother had simply donated enough money to the hospital to keep out of their business.

It didn't take her long to see the look on Beck's face and followed his gaze to Rebecca, who was inquisitively staring at her boyfriend's naked back.

"Jesus man. Did you count cards in a mob run casino or what? You must have really pissed someone off." It was just like Bex to not filter herself, even if she knew it was probably a sensitive subject. Though she was clearly teasing, her face showed discomfort and perhaps even sympathy. The scars looked like their original wounds had hurt and some part of her knew what it was like to bear a constant reminder of something you'd rather forget, even though her scars probably went unnoticed by most.

Elisa, however, looked mortified. She didn't want the boys to explain the gang because telling Bex meant getting her involved and she would be apart of it all. In some way, she would become a part of their little group and by proxy Beck's gang; just like Elisa had inadvertently done. Despite never officially joining, she knew about them, she hung out at their hide out and she was involved in a gang related rivalry. As much as she would hate to admit it, dating Beck had made Elisa some sick version of a honorary member and she didn't want that for Bex.