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He reached out and grabbed Niki’s wrist pulling her too him roughly, but she couldn’t fight him. She was paralyzed with fear, but not for herself, she was scared of what Joey would do to Damien. He entire body was tingling and she felt lightheaded, like she was going to pass out and if Joey didn’t have an arm tightly wrapped around her waist she’d probably collapse.

“There’s…something,” she tried to get out but she was having a hard to breathing or focusing on anything. “Joey…” she whispered. She felt like she was forgetting things, like where she was and why she’d been scared.

“I’m right here babe.” He whispered and she knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t fight him. He lifted her chin pressing his lips to her and she kissed him back wanting to push him away. He backed her up to the bed laying her down and climbing over him. His lips traced her jawline softly, his hand slide up her dress and slide off her underwear. She was screaming for someone to come save her and she wanted to beg him to stop, but every time she tried, nothing came out.

By the time he’d rolled off of her, Niki was too exhausted to even try and fight him, She’d sobered up somewhere in the middle, but he’d simply threatened that if she made a noise he’d kill her. Not that anyone would be able to hear her over the music. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but what she was sure of was that the bitter bitch that Damien had temporarily fixed was back and Niki felt empty all over again and a part of her wanted to blame Damien for not finding her, because it was easier that way.
Niki sat up as Joey flipped the light on and she wrapped the blanket around her. She watched him as he slipped his jeans on and pulled his shirt on. She was broken again and she was convinced there was no use in fighting him, they’d already found them, it was only a matter of time before Sam came and took them back, there was no way Jessie and Damien could fight off Marco’s army of men.

“When are they coming?” Niki asked simply. “I think Kitty has a right to kno…” before Niki could finish he slapped her so hard across the face, her neck whipped to the side and she felt blood start to drain from her nose, her eyes were watery, but she refused to cry. He kelt down in front of her grabbing her jaw roughly and forcing her to look at him.

“You don’t fucking tell anyone.” He spat harshly. “Actually, go ahead, tell all of them. You guys are fucked either way.” He smirked. “It’s easy for me to take them out Kota.” He smirked. “They don’t know I’m here and the second you tell them, I’ll kill all of you.” He shrugged. “So go ahead, be my guest.” She ripped her face away. “You can either have a these last few nights alone with that little boyfriend of yours and pretend nothing’s wrong, or tell them and I’ll kill you know.” He said walking over to the window. “I look forward to having you back Nikota.” He said darkly as he hopped out the window leaving her there alone.

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He wasn’t paying much attention to what kitty was doing until he saw the shine from the gun in her hand and he smirked wickedly. He was glad she’d taken his advice and had it with her. Not that Jessie had let her out of his sight the entire night.

"Looks like I didn't need this after all." she whispered as she lips moved along his jaw and neck before she tossed the gun to the nightstand.

He smirked as she wrapped her legs around herm and flipped them so she was on top of him and he was on his back. He matched her grin with one of his own as she pulled off her dress, before kissing him again and he groaned, it felt in incredible, she moved along his jaw and neck and down his chest and he took slow, shuttering breath’s because she was literally the only girl who could drive him absolutely crazy with just a kiss.

He sat up wrapping his arms around her, tracing her collarbone slowly, leaving hot kisses behind. He slid his fingers up her spine slowly and teasingly, before unclipping her bar and sliding it off. He swiftly flipped her over on to her back, pressing his lips to her neck kissing down it slowly as his hands roamed her body freely.

“Shit.” He breathed, rolling off her and onto his back next to her. There was a sharp pain in his chest, it was killing him, he sat up debating on taking something stronger to kill the pain. “What’s the strongest drug you’ve got out there in your studio?” he asked glancing to her over his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, I know you hide shit out there and I need it.” He said honestly. He’d just taking about the strongest does of heroine he could so he doubted anything she had would help but it was worth a try.

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