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Matthew Gilbert

"Life is fucked up."

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a character in “The Drive”, as played by desire99600

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"I'm really good at letting the people I love down."




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Image| Full Name |
"It's a pretty basic name." Matthew James Gilbert

| Nickname |
"Nothing fancy." Matthew typically goes by Matt or, as his sister calls him sometimes, Matty.

| Age |
"Old enough." Twenty-two years old

| Gender |
"Are you blind?" Male

| Role |
"I like to move. I'm easily bored." Boy Two




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Image| Markings |
"I've got a couple tattoos."
Piercings
No piercings at the moment
Scars
Matt has plenty of scars. He's got almost every scar there is from minor burn scars to bullet scars to stab scars. He's been a lot of places, fought a lot of people, and done a lot of things. His biggest scar has to be the knife scar from his wrist to his elbow. His most nearly fatal scar is the bullet scar on his heart.
Tattoos
When it comes to tattoos, he has a few. He's got a tiger tattoo on his left arm as well as a tribal tattoo on his right. He also has the words "fuck off" tattooed on on the inside of his middle finger.




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| Likes |
"I like fighting."
♥ His sister
♥ Fighting
♥ Guns
♥ Fast cars
♥ Tyler
♥ Drinking
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Winning
♥ Women
♥ Sex

| Dislikes |
"I fucking hate cops."
✗ Cats
✗ Cold weather
✗ Waking up early
✗ Really loud people
✗ Being bossed around
✗ Not being respected
✗ Crowds
✗ Cops
✗ Annoying people
✗ Running
✗ Losing

| Fears |
"i"
☠ His sister dying ➛ Currently, his little sister is extremely sick, and he does nothing but worry about her. He's doing what he can, but he constantly feels like he's failing her and it would kill him if she died.
☠ Love ➛ Everyone he's ever loved has been taken away from him so he's got serious commitment issues.
☠ Fucking up his sister ➛ He's afraid that he's a terrible role model for his sister and he's ruining her life. Nothing kills him more than when she's pissed at him and he feels like shit knowing she deserves a better life.




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"I'm not exactly the nicest guy." Matt can be a serious asshole. Unless you have something he wants, he's pretty hostile to everyone. He's done and said a lot of horrible things in his life and it's made him pretty closed off and hard. There's a softe part inside of him, but there's only one person in the entire world that can bring it out of him and that's Chelsea, his sister. She's what he lives for. He does everything he does for her. She's the only person that can really get to him.

Other than her though, he's pretty closed off to everyone else. The only friend he's ever really made was Tyler. He'd take a bullet for him, but he's pretty much the only person that can tolerate him. He's sarcastic about everything, acts like a jerk on purpose, and sometimes, just downright cruel.

Sure, he can pretend to be charming and interesting and funny, but this is only when he wants something from you. Any other day of the week he's cold.

He's pretty shut down to emotion. He deals with his pain in anger, and that makes him dangerous. When he's hurt, he'll snap, and when he does, there's no stopping him. He'll hurt anyone when he's pissed, it doesn't matter. He really doesn't have a way to shut it off. Chelsea used to be that way, but as he gets older, his temper seems to be getting worse and more and more, he finds he's not able to stop himself for her.

He's pretty bitter about his life, and wishes more than anything, that he could have someone else's life. Not so much for himself, but for his sister. He wishes he could give her a better life, and he wants to be a better guy, but it's extremely hard. At times, you'll see him crack, and know he really does have a heart, but those times are becoming less and less frequent, and he knows, eventually they'll be nonexistent.

Eventually, he'll be nothing but a killing machine for his gang,




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| History |
"I've been running from a lot of shit, for a long time." Matt has had a pretty rough life from the start. As a child, his mother and father were both drunks and fought a lot. It was a difficult existence to say the least. His little sister, Chelsea was born when he was eight and her birth killed his mother.

Chelsea was born premature, and if that wasn't dangerous enough, she was also born with a hole in her heart that made things extremely difficult. Not only were her medical bills always high, but, after their mother's death, their father started to turn his frustrations on his children. He was abusive and cruel, and there was very little Matt could do to protect fragile Chelsea.

When he was sixteen, he'd finally had enough. He took eight year old Chelsea and they took off. They bounced around, but Chelsea was hard to take care of. At eleven, she was diagnosed with cancer, and the medical attention she needed tripled. He knew she needed somewhere stable to live, but he couldn't afford anything, let alone her bills.

It was then, in Vagas, that he met the leader of his gang. He took them in, and he told Matt that, as long as he did everything he told him, his sister would have a stable home and the best medical care in the city. It was an offer he couldn't refuse so, even though Chelsea hated the men in the gang, he took it.

He's been the man's personal puppet ever since, and he hates that his sixteen year-old sister is part of the dark gang world, but he knows that, the second he stops, his leader will pull her medical plug. She's not always in the hospital. There are times when she's admitted for weeks, and there are times where she's in and out in a day, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't make her any more stable, so he can't afford to give up the free care she's getting. He just has to let her live in the leader's house, knowing he's letting her down for the decisions he's always making.




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Headstrong
Trapt
Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus:]
(Fuck!)
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

[Verse 2:]
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I know, I know all about [x3]
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

[Chorus]

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Dance With The Devil
Breaking Benjamin
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.


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So begins...

Matthew Gilbert's Story

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The drive to Louie's was silent and Kylie was glad because she was coming down hard from her high and she really didn't want to talk to him without something in her system. Lately, she was pretty predictable when she was high, she'd play games, act like a bitch, fuck with your head, and all her other bullshit. When she was sober was when she was unstable, so she was honestly really glad he was just as quiet as her, because she was afraid of what she might say if she tried to talk.

After a while he got a phone call, but it wasn't long and she really wasn't paying much attention. She just figured it was probably Peter calling to tell him something he'd forgotten or to make sure they'd made it to Louie's okay. So, she ignored him until he finally stopped the car and she was dying to get inside so she could find Gracie and get something from her to put in her system.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I was high.” Tyler said and she stopped, hand on the door and glanced at him, glad she had her sunglasses on so he couldn't see her eyes as she looked him over because she knew he'd be able to read in them that she missed him. He'd always been able to read her. She considered telling him it was okay, or maybe making a smart remark, but in the end, she just shrugged and slipped out of the car, heading inside.

Gracie wasn't downstairs, so she made her way up the stairs, taking them two at a time, wasting no time. She didn't want to somehow end up in a room alone with Tyler while she was sober. She wanted something in her right away.

Upstairs, she pushed Gracie's door open without bothering to knock and leaned in the door frame as she lit a cigarette with a smirk. "Hey Gracie, babe, I'm coming off a high really fast, you got something for me?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow and moved her sunglasses to the top of her head, letting her eyes flick back and forth between Matt. "Or am I interrupting something?" She grinned wickedly as she brought her cigarette to her lips.




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Matt heard her standing behind him and he glanced at her as she stepped out of the tub, wrapped in a towel. "Keeping me safe?” She repeated, smirking. “From who? No one wants me Matty.” She shrugged and he rolled his eyes. One of the biggest reasons he could never have her back was because Louie wanted her. And then there was Frankie. And then every other fucking guy at any party the two of them had ever been to who's eyes had followed her a little too long. Oh, and Bryan. A guy would be crazy not to want her.

“The first person to kidnap me would return me to Louie within the hour and beg him to take me back. I don’t need to be babied." She said teasingly and he smirked, enjoying the fact that she could be sarcastic with him without being bitter and cruel. It made him that much more positive that she was still in there somewhere, she was just a little lost. “But, for what it’s worth, I kind of like having you around.” She said, making him raise his eyebrows, surprising him completely. “You better get that one in writing, you might never get that out of me again.” She laughed and he laughed too and sighed as she took another long drink from the bottle as she slipped away.

Eventually, she came back in and pulled him to his feet, and he couldn't ignore the heat between them. Everything in him was screaming at him to pull her into his arms and kiss her, but he couldn't. He'd just barely managed to get along with her. If he kissed her, he'd fuck everything up, he knew that.

“You know, Kylie and Tyler should be here any minute. It will be like old times only this time you and Tyler will be our arm candy.” She winked. “I think this little reunion, should be properly celebrated. You think Louie will mind if we throw a party?” She asked and Matt chuckled, but before he could answer, Gracie's bedroom door flew open and he glanced over to see Kylie in the doorway.

She asked Gracie for drugs before glancing between the two of them and snidely asking if she'd interrupted something and Matt rolled his eyes. "No, Kylie, you didn't interrupt anything, Gracie was just suggesting we throw a party, and I was just about to tell her she's crazy." He said with a smirk, glancing back at Gracie before pulling out his empty cigarette pack and tossing it in the trash. "You stole my last one. I left my other pack downstairs. I'll be back, you girls try to stay out of trouble for five minutes." He teased as he slipped past Kylie and down the stairs with a sigh.

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Before Matt had a chance to answer, Gracie’s door opened and she glanced to see Kylie and smirked. Secretly she was glad that Kylie had interrupted, because she was high, but not high enough at that was why for that single moment she’d made the mistake of letting her old self slip because she’d been alone to long with Matt and she was scared if she stayed alone with him any longer she’d give in.

"Hey Gracie, babe, I'm coming off a high really fast, you got something for me?" Kylie smirked pulling Gracie back. "Or am I interrupting something?" Gracie rolled her eyes, before turning her attention back to Matt as he spoke.

"No, Kylie, you didn't interrupt anything, Gracie was just suggesting we throw a party, and I was just about to tell her she's crazy. You stole my last one. I left my other pack downstairs. I'll be back, you girls try to stay out of trouble for five minutes." he teased before disappearing.

Gracie didn’t go to Kylie right away instead she went to her dresser and pulled open one of the drawers filled with an array of drugs. Kylie and her alone were bad, together however there was no controlling the two of them. They feed off of fucking with people and causing trouble they were the perfect team and Tyler and Matt had yet to have to deal with them together, in fact Gracie hadn’t seen Kylie in some time however when they got together no matter how much time had passed it was like they were never apart and she loved that about their relationship. Matt and Ty would get a rude awaking when they realized just how bad Grace and Ky were together.

Gracie glanced back up to Kylie a dark smirk on her lips. “Pick your poison, love.” She smirked gesturing for Kylie to come pick something from the drawer. Gracie didn’t wait for Kylie she grabbed a clean needle from the drawer and filled it before shooting up with something much stronger that would turn her right back into the could bitch everyone had come to know her as.




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Tyler hadn’t talk to Matt in a year. Matt had already been long gone by the time Tyler had lost his mind, however Tyler didn’t blame him. He was glad Matt had left when he did. Marshall had called because Tyler had known for quite some time about Louie, Chase, and Peter leaving. So he’d been planning to kidnap Kylie and Gracie. The only reason for Gracie because he figured Kylie would cooperate better with Gracie around. However, he need to talk to Matt, because he either need Matt to say he was in or he need matt to tell him he was fucking crazy and talk him out of it.

As soon as he slipped inside he caught Matt coming down the stairs alone. He sighed running a hand through his hair trying to decide how the hell he’d even bring up the topic of taking the girls. For all he knew Matt was over Gracie and he didn’t give a shit.

“Gracie got you painting her nails and bring her Martinis poolside yet?” he smirked “I mean the only way a guy looks as stressed out as you do is when there dealing with a crazy bitch like her.” He gestured up stairs figuring that’s where he was coming from. “It’s been a while.” He smirked wickedly, th kind of smirk that he knew Matt would know well.

Him and Matt had always had their own type of language, they’d had to when they went on jobs. It was part of the reason they were so good at what they did. Tyler could shoot Matt a simple look and you would think that Tyler had given him a whole game plan.



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Kylie rolled her eyes at Matt when he teased them and headed from the room, not moving from the doorway so he had to squeeze past her as she continued to smoke her cigarette and watched as Gracie went to her dresser. It felt like ages since she'd last seen Gracie, and she could honestly say it felt good to see her again. She knew it was selfish and wrong to be glad she still had Gracie because she knew that if she was feeling half the things she did sometimes, she was miserable, but she couldn't help but be glad she wasn't the only one going through it.

They didn't talk like they used to, and comfort each other. Their relationship wasn't like that anymore because both of them had pretty much lost the ability to talk honestly. Even to each other. It was too hard to say some of the things they were thinking out loud, so instead, they got together and caused trouble. Instead of making each other feel better by comforting and being there for each other, they fed off each other's strength, Kylie was always twenty times more likely to keep her shit together if Gracie was around, which made her that much more confident, vindictive, and cruel.

“Pick your poison, love.” Gracie said and Kylie smirked and pushed off the doorframe, heading over. She took one more drag of her cigarette as she watched Gracie ready a needle to shoot up, before putting it out on the dresser and getting one ready herself.

She moved to sit on the bed and moaned softly when the drug hit her veins, closing her eyes and enjoying it for a second before sighing and standing, walking over to Gracie. Kylie placed a kiss right on her lips before pulling away with a wicked smirk. "I've missed you Grace." She grinned. "It's going to be a long fucking week." She sighed as she lit herself another cigarette and went to sit on the bed, crossing her legs. "At least you've still got Frankie though I guess, both my boys took off on me." She said, rolling her eyes as she took a long drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out to the side.




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Matt knew Gracie giving Kylie something meant she was going to take something herself too, turning her back into the bitch she'd been for the past several months, so he was glad he left when he had, because honestly, he didn't want the brief, but nice talk he'd had with her to be fucked up so easily. He wanted to give it a little while before she went back to taunting him and he went back to hating what she'd become.

As he came down the stairs, he ran into Tyler and smirked. He hadn't seen him since the night of the yacht party, and, in all honesty, he'd missed him. They'd been almost as close as brothers at one point and the only real friend he'd ever had. The only reason he hadn't called him up was because he was constantly busy. Half the time, he was at Louie's, watching Grace, the other half he was home with Chelsea, and she needed him a lot because she was trying to get herself off the drugs that Bryan had introduced her to and back into school, but she still had rough patches.

“Gracie got you painting her nails and bringing her Martinis poolside yet?” Tyler smirked, making Matt smirk and roll his eyes like Gracie had him exhausted. “I mean the only way a guy looks as stressed out as you do is when there dealing with a crazy bitch like her.” He gestured up stairs and he just shrugged and gave him a look that said he didn't know the half of it. “It’s been a while.” He said, shooting him a smirk that made him raise an eyebrow because it was clear he had some sort of plan in his head.

"Yeah, it has." He sighed as he slipped past him and into the kitchen, expecting him to follow. Matt went to the fridge and got himself a beer, popping it open and taking a drink before turning and leaning against the kitchen counter to face Tyler. He reached behind him and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lighting one and taking a drag. "So what's the look about?" He asked with a smirk. "You've got something planned, I can tell." He said as he took another drink of his beer a drag of his cigarette.

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Gracie smirked as she let the drug fill her veins. She was brought back to reality when Kylie kissed her and she smirked kissing her back. She loved being around Kylie, because she knew Kylie was the only one who really knew what she was going through. They were literally in identical situations.

"I've missed you Grace. It's going to be a long fucking week." Gracie sighed as she watched Kylie make herself comfortable on the bed. "At least you've still got Frankie though I guess, both my boys took off on me." Gracie grabbed a cigarette and lit it as she made her way over to the bed and sat next to Kylie.

“Oh please.” Gracie rolled her eyes. “Frankie is only fun when Louie’s home, the two are boring and useless on their own.” She shrugged. “I mean come on Kylie, honestly how fun would Chase be if Peter wasn’t around.” Gracie raised a brow as she took another drag off her cigarette. “I’m just saying, you know its true babe.” Gracie said in her bitchy way, making it clear that the drugs were in full affect.

Gracie was only being honest for the both of them, even if Kylie didn’t want to admit it she knew it was true. Her and Kylie had fallen in love with the idea of pitting two guys against each other. They were addicted to the rush of cheating and the satisfaction of blackmailing till they got their way and the only way that work was with two guys.

“Besides, maybe it’d be fun to fuck with Tyler and Matt.” Gracie said simply throwing the idea out there, however they way she’d said it was cruel like she wanted to hurt them. “I’m kind of tired of fucking Frankie.” She shrugged, guys had become disposable to her it was clear in the way she talked about them. “Think about it babe.” Gracie lend in with her smooth voice like she was trying to seduce Kylie, she’d become scary good convincing people, however she wasn’t sure Kylie would go for it. “Frankie’s like Louie’s little messenger bird, if we get caught with our ex’s, Frankie’s going straight to Louie and Louie’s going straight to Petey.” She smirked wickedly, placing the cigarette to her lips and inhaling, before blowing the smoke out the corner of her mouth.

“A little game of who can fuck their ex without getting caught sounds pretty hot to me.” She breathed.



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"Yeah, it has." Matt sighed as he headed into the kitchen and Tyler didn’t hesitate to follow him. He watched him grab a beer from the fridge and Tyler fought the urge to get one himself as he lit a cigarette. "So what's the look about? You've got something planned, I can tell." Matt asked and Tyler merely shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Tyler said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Only before Tyler could continue Frankie joined them and a young girl followed behind him, Tyler rolled his eyes as the two of them grabbed a beer before heading out to the pool without so much as a hi.

Tyler wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to word it. Sure he could just come out and say lets kidnap our ex-girlfriends, but even to him that sounded crazy, like he was obsessed with Kylie. He sighed running his fingers through his hair, finally giving in he made his way over to Matt and grabbed a beer from the fridge before leaning on the counter next to him.

“You miss Gracie, Matt?” he asked but he didn’t give him a chance to answer before he continued. “What if I told you I figure out a way to get us all out of here? Chels included.” Tyler finally said. “Would you do it?” he said taking a drink of the beer, keeping his voice low so no one else had a chance of hearing.




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“Oh please.” Gracie rolled her eyes as she came to sit next to her on the bed and Kylie smirked and took a drag off her cigarette. “Frankie is only fun when Louie’s home, the two are boring and useless on their own. I mean come on Kylie, honestly how fun would Chase be if Peter wasn’t around.” She said, raising a brow and Kylie just shrugged because she was right. Chase would bore her within a couple days if she didn't have Peter to pit him against. The only reason she wasn't tired of the two of them yet was because cheating, playing games, and getting them to fight was almost more fun then the sex itself. “I’m just saying, you know its true babe.” Gracie said as Kylie blew out a breath of smoke.

“Besides, maybe it’d be fun to fuck with Tyler and Matt.” Gracie said, making Kylie raise an eyebrow. “I’m kind of tired of fucking Frankie. Think about it babe.” She continued, leaning in seductively, like she was trying to convince her. “Frankie’s like Louie’s little messenger bird, if we get caught with our ex’s, Frankie’s going straight to Louie and Louie’s going straight to Petey.” She smirked wickedly, and Kylie took a drag off her cigarette, listening. “A little game of who can fuck their ex without getting caught sounds pretty hot to me.” She said.

Even with the drugs in her system, Kylie hesitated, because it was extremely cruel. She knew Tyler still had feelings for her, so, if he did go for it, she'd just be screwing with his head, and she'd already done enough to him as it was by leaving him and then treating him like shit by flaunting Peter and Chase every time she saw him. She'd caused him enough pain, and from what she could see he was just barely starting to be able to cope. She wasn't so sure she was willing to open that wound right back up again.

"Fuck, I don't know Gracie." She breathed, taking a slow drag off her cigarette. "I mean, I don't even know if Tyler would go for it." She smirked and glanced at her friend. "He acts all bad and shit, sure, but when it comes to sex, he's not going to just fuck me to fuck me." She shrugged. "He's going to want it to mean something, and if I pretend, he'll see right through me, he always does. He's not as stupid as Chase and Peter." She sighed and thought it over.

Finally, she shrugged. "Fuck it, why not?" She breathed out a breath of smoke, smirking. "I guess I'll just have to hope that, since it's been a year, he won't be able to resist." She laughed, glancing at her friend.




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“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Tyler responded and Matt raised an eyebrow, interested to know what his plan was before Frankie came into the room, grabbing a beer and heading out to the pool with the girl he'd been off fucking. Matt rolled his eyes and watched them. He really hated Frankie. He was a complete dick, and he didn't understand what it was Gracie liked about him.

Tyler pulled him from his hate thoughts as he came to stand next to him, a beer of his own in his hand. “You miss Gracie, Matt?” He asked, making him raise an eyebrow. That was like asking if the desert missed the rain. Of course he fucking missed her. “What if I told you I figure out a way to get us all out of here? Chels included.” Tyler finally said and Matt took a drink of his beer. “Would you do it?”

"Shit," Matt breathed and thought about it for a second. Gracie would never go for it, he knew that, which meant Tyler had some sort of plan to force the girls against their will. At first, it sounded like a horrible idea, because he'd been spending months there, watching her, and had yet to have the idea of getting her the fuck out of there, all because he doubted she'd ever want him back.

But after their chat upstairs in the bathroom, he knew that wasn't the truth. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, she'd just decided to cover up her feelings and push them away whereas he'd been trying to cope with them. Nothing could be better for her then getting her away from Frankie and Louie where she could be herself again.

"Yeah." He finally answered. "In a heartbeat." He said with a smirk before glancing at him, "Why? What is it you've got up your sleeve?"

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"Fuck, I don't know Gracie. I mean, I don't even know if Tyler would go for it." Gracie rolled her eyes as she listened to her friend. "He acts all bad and shit, sure, but when it comes to sex, he's not going to just fuck me to fuck me. He's going to want it to mean something, and if I pretend, he'll see right through me, he always does. He's not as stupid as Chase and Peter." She knew it was cruel, but Gracie had let herself slip in front of Matt earlier and she didn’t want to give him any hope.

In fact, when Louie got home, she would find a way to convince him to get rid of Matt, because seeing him every day was making the painful memories and the feeling back. She wasn’t happy, everyone knew that, but she couldn’t have Matt. He would kill her, if she didn’t kill him first. All they did was hurt each other , there was no in between especially when they were high.


"Fuck it, why not? I guess I'll just have to hope that, since it's been a year, he won't be able to resist." she laughed pulling Gracie out of her thoughts.

“Shit babe, I thought you were getting soft on me.” He smirked leaning in and kissing her lips. “And, what do you mean if he went for it?” Gracie smirked wickedly. “If there is one thing I know about guys like Matt and Tyler, it’s that they wouldn’t still be hanging around and they sure as hell wouldn’t be putting up with us for the hell of it. Tyler and Matt are dangerous enough to be much more than our babysitters.” Gracie said honestly. “You gotta make him want it, let him chase you.” She said cruelly.

Even as Gracie was saying these things to Kylie, she hated herself for it. She didn’t want to hurt Matt, but all she knew how to do anymore was hurt people. It was dangerous what they were going to try and do. Gracie knew that, because she knew if she wasn’t high enough, she might feel something when they kissed and then all her hard work about forgetting her and Matt would be ruined and she’d need him all over again.



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"Yeah. In a heartbeat." he smirked and Tyler knew he had him. There would be no more convincing, his plan was pretty much full proof. Him and Marshall had been planning it since he’d gotten out of jail. "Why? What is it you've got up your sleeve?" he said and Tyler smirked.

“Let’s take a walk Matt.” He said casually because he wasn’t stupid he knew Louie had the house wired and Frankie could be listening.

Tyler pushed off the counter and slipped out into the front yard. When Matt caught up with him, Tyler was already smoking another cigarette and Tyler climbed into his car, because it was about the only place he knew that was safe for them to actually talk. He lend over and opened the glove box pulling out a small stack of tickets and tossing them onto Matt’s lap. The tickets had no expiration date, they were one way tickets to the French Rivera, namely Monaco.

“There’s six tickets.” He started to explain, leaning back in his seat. “Back when my dad was alive, he bought my mother a house there.” Tyler said like the memory was painful. “When he loved her.” Tyler sighed. “When he died, the house was already paid for and it automatically went to me and Marshall.” Tyler explained. “Aside from Marshall and myself, you’re the only one who knows about it.” Tyler glanced to Matt. “But, I know those two way two well, they’re not going to just fall into our arms.” He said honestly.

Tyler had the plan down to a T, he’d obsessed about it so much in fact that he’d had dreams about it. He needed Kylie and if he didn’t get her back soon, he’d murder Chase and Peter and while he could get away with that, Bryan and Louie and all their men were another Monster completely and that was the tough part. If they killed one they were starting a war with all of them, so for the moment if they wanted them back it was just better to run, until they could get more men on their side to help them fight. However taking Kylie and Gracie would start an all-out war no matter what. They weren’t just taking two young girls, Kylie and Gracie were now property not only the Italian Mob, but several other drug gangs.

“Will have to kidnapped them, tonight. They can't know it's us. Marshall with go with them.” He started. “He’ll stay with them and will stay here and help Louie and The Evan’s brother’s look for them. Because if we disappear they’ll know.” He sighed. “After a month, you’ll quite tell Louie you moving on ad you and Chels will leave, I’ll follow a few weeks after you.” He said glancing to Matt. “This has to go down flawlessly or were fucked.”




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“Shit babe, I thought you were getting soft on me.” Gracie said and Kylie rolled her eyes, about to bring her cigarette to her lips when her friend kissed her instead, making her smirk and kiss her back before she pulled away. “And, what do you mean if he went for it?” Gracie smirked wickedly and Kylie shrugged, taking a drag off her cigarette.

She knew Tyler still had feeling last for her, getting him to want her wasn't the problem. The problem was getting him to want to fuck her knowing it meant nothing to her, because if she lied and pretended it meant something, he'd be able to tell and it'd just piss him off.

“If there is one thing I know about guys like Matt and Tyler, it’s that they wouldn’t still be hanging around and they sure as hell wouldn’t be putting up with us for the hell of it. Tyler and Matt are dangerous enough to be much more than our babysitters.” Gracie said and Kylie smirked, figuring she could probably convince him to fuck her if she got him high enough. He'd never really had any morals when he was high. “You gotta make him want it, let him chase you.” She said cruelly.

Kylie grinned wickedly and went to Gracie's window, watching the driveway, able to see Tyler and Matt heading out to Tyler's car as she took a long drag off her cigarette. She knew it was awful to play games with Tyler the way she did with Peter and Chase, but, as she watched them, she kept hearing him tell her he want going to fight for her and it hurt then just as bad as it had the first time.

"Yeah." She finally breathed, taking a drag off her cigarette. "Shouldn't be too hard if we get them high." She smirked, remembering the way he'd held her back in the study and the tension that had been thick between them, knowing that, once he was high, a single kiss and she would have him again. She was going to have to be high as hell if she was going to keep herself from getting sucked into it though. She'd been high back in the study and still, she'd been on the verge of breaking.

Kylie sighed and turned back to face Gracie. "Go get some liquor and play some music." She smirked wickedly. "I'll get the boys and we'll throw ourselves a little party up here in your room." She winked before slipping out the door and down the stairs.

Kylie stood in the front doorway, leaning against the frame as she smoked and watched Matt and Tyler in his car for a minute before walking out to them, leaning down and resting her arms against the edge of Tyler's window. "Wow, you two really are shit body guards. I feel about as protected as fishing bait." She said with a smirk, taking a final drag off her cigarette before flicking it away and turning her head to the side, blowing out her smoke.

"You look sober Tyler, I know how you hate that." She smirked, bringing her gaze back to them, looking Tyler over. "How about the two if you come on upstairs with me and Grace and we'll throw a little party to celebrate our impending week of misery?" She grinned wickedly, looking them over.




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“Let’s take a walk Matt.” Tyler said casually and Matt smirked and watched him walk off before grabbing his beer and following, heading out front and out to Tyler's car with him so they could talk without worrying about being heard or recorded. Matt took a drink of his beer as he watched Tyler open his glovebox, revealing a set of tickets.

“There’s six tickets.” He explained and Matt nodded, listening. “Back when my dad was alive, he bought my mother a house there. When he loved her. When he died, the house was already paid for and it automatically went to me and Marshall. Aside from Marshall and myself, you’re the only one who knows about it.” Tyler explained and Matt nodded, letting him know he was paying attention. “But, I know those two way too well, they’re not going to just fall into our arms.” He said honestly and Matt knew that was true. He could probably sway Gracie enough to her her to own up to the fact that she still had feelings for him, but it would take a while and even then, she'd never agree to run away with him.

“We'll have to kidnap them, tonight. They can't know it's us. Marshall will go with them.” He started. [b{“He’ll stay with them and we'll stay here and help Louie and The Evan’s brother’s look for them. Because if we disappear they’ll know.”[/b] He sighed and Matt smirked because it was a good plan. “After a month, you’ll quit tell Louie you moving on and you and Chels will leave, I’ll follow a few weeks after you.” He said glancing to him and Matt nodded, understanding. “This has to go down flawlessly or we're fucked.”

Matt nodded and laughed, slipping the tickets back into the glove box and taking another drink of his beer. "I'm not even worried about that." He chuckled. "Tell me the last time you and I worked together on something and it didn't go over flawlessly." He smirked because it was true. Him and Tyler were an impossibly good team.

"Incoming." He smirked as he glanced up, seeing Kylie coming towards them before she leaned down in Tyler's window and criticized them on their job before inviting them to go hang out with her and Grace.

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"Yeah. Shouldn't be too hard if we get them high." she said keeping her eyes out the window and Gracie smirked. She already knew that Matt would be easy. All she had to do was get him alone, whether he was high or not and kiss him. He’d give in, because they were both hopelessly addicted to each other, the only difference was, he hadn’t numb his feelings for her, like she’d been doing for the past year.

“Go get some liquor and play some music. I'll get the boys and we'll throw ourselves a little party up here in your room." Gracie nodded as Kylie slipped out of the room.

There was a part of Gracie that was begging her to call it off, what she was about to do was complete cruel and evil in every way. She had become scary good at making people believe whatever she wanted with just a kiss. She’d made Louie believe that her and Frankie had stopped fucking and she’d made Frankie fall completely in love with her, he told her they were going to run away and start a family. Now she was going to get Matt alone and make him believe that she wanted him back and that there was a chance for them, then she’d toss him to the curb.

She made her way down stairs quickly grabbing several bottle of liquor and she glanced outside, just in time to see Frankie and the young blonde slip into the pool house and she sighed, before heading back up stairs and dropping the bottle of liquor on the bed, before making her way over to the stereo and flipped through a bunch of CDs before slipping one in and turning it up. The Music started, just as Matt, Kylie and Tyler came inside and she smirked, her eyes going straight to Matt.

She lend against her bed post, lighting herself a cigarette as she ran her eyes over him, making it clear that she wanted him. She pushed off her bed and made her way over to the drawer full of drugs, grabbing a few needles and the drugs, before grabbing a fist full of Matt’s shirt.

“Have fun kids.” She called to Tyler and Kylie as she slipped through the bathroom the connected to her and Louie’s private living room, where the music could still clearly be heard, it was loud enough to drown out everything else. She pushed Matt onto the couch, before filling a needle, she shot herself up, before filling another for him, she wasted no time. She didn’t give him time to object before she placed the needle to the inside of his elbow. “Tell me to stop.” She breathed, flicking her eyes to his. “And I will.” Her words were loaded almost a warning. She honestly felt like she was luring him to his death, but somehow even as badly as she wanted him to she knew he wouldn’t tell her to stop.



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"I'm not even worried about that. Tell me the last time you and I worked together on something and it didn't go over flawlessly." Tyler laughed, because it was true and he knew that was Matt’s way of saying he was in. Tyler pulled out his phone, to tell Marshall. "Incoming." Matt smirked and Tyler glanced up to see Kylie headed for them and he could tell just by looking to her, something was up.

"Wow, you two really are shit body guards. I feel about as protected as fishing bait." Tyler smirked glancing to her. "You look sober Tyler, I know how you hate that. How about the two if you come on upstairs with me and Grace and we'll throw a little party to celebrate our impending week of misery?" She grinned wickedly and he hesitated, however if Kylie and Gracie were willing to fuck with them and seduce them, it was something they shouldn’t say no to, because it could work to their advantage.

“Alright.” Tyler smirked. “You’re the boss after all.” He said holding her eyes, he stepped out of the car as he followed her and Matt inside, he sent Marshall a quick text, letting him know the plan was on, before erasing the message in case someone got a hold of his phone.

When they got upstairs the music was blasting and Gracie wasted no time pulling Matt from the room leaving him and Kylie alone, making his suspicion of the girls trying to seduce them, proved right. He sighed as he lend against the door, his eyes on Kylie.

“What’s this about?” he asked, knowing she’d lie. “You going to stand there and look pretty babe? Or are you gonna get your ass over her and shoot me up?” he smirked wickedly.




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“Alright.” Tyler smirked after a second of hesitation, holding her eyes. “You’re the boss after all.” He said and Kylie just grinned when both him and Matt followed her upstairs to Gracie's room. She had the music blaring and Kylie watched as she wasted no time in whisking Matt away, making it all too obvious what their intentions were.

Alone with Tyler, she watched him lean against the door. “What’s this about?” He asked, and she just smirked and shrugged like she had no idea what he was talking about. “You going to stand there and look pretty babe? Or are you gonna get your ass over here and shoot me up?” He said, making her smirk wickedly and Kylie didn't have to be told twice.

She held his eyes as she readied a couple needles before walking over to him, bringing her body within centimeters of his. Everything in her was screaming to touch him, but she couldn't. She had to keep it together for just a minute longer. Until she had something in her system. So she just leaned up and placed a single kiss against his jaw as she grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm out, sliding the needle in, smirking against his skin as she filled his veins with the drug.

Kylie pulled away then and held the second needle out to him along with her own arm. "My turn." She breathed, holding his eyes, dying for the drug to hit her system so she could kiss him already. It had been too long since she'd been in bed with him and she knew that, even high off her ass and numb to the fire he usually made her feel, it'd be a thousand times better then Peter or Chase had ever been.




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Matt glanced at Tyler, knowing, without a doubt that what Kylie was asking was a trap. The girls were already bored without Peter, Chase, and Louie, so now they wanted someone new to fuck with. Eventually though, Tyler gave in so he sighed and followed the two of them inside and up the stairs to Gracie's room.

Inside, the music was loud and she was standing leaned up against the bed post, eyes raking him over in a way that made it crystal clear what she wanted and, before he even knew what was happening, she dragged him from the room and into her and Louie's private living room.

She pushed him onto the couch and he watched her shoot herself up before leaning in and placing a needle against the inside of his elbow. He wasn't stupid. He knew what she was doing, and he knew it'd hurt like hell when they were done and he let himself realize it meant nothing to her, but it had been so long since he'd had her, he couldn't help himself. "Tell me to stop." She breathed and he held her eyes. "And I will." Matt could tell she was warning him. Like she really didn't want to do what she was about to, but, if he didn't stop her, she would anyway.

Matt only smirked and reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her lips to his for the first time in a year. It felt so fucking good just to kiss her, he groaned instantly and pulled her into his lap. "Do it." He breathed against her lips, starting to kiss down her neck, dying to let his lips and hands explore every inch of her body.

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When Gracie had shot herself up she’d made sure the does was just about as strong as her body could handle. She had to be numb to Matt and his touch or her plan to fuck him up and leave him, would never work and she’d no doubt get addicted all over again and that was too dangerous even for her. If Frankie found them and told Louie, he wouldn’t just kill Matt, he’d make her do it and take away the drugs, he’d do whatever it took to torture her just short of killing her. She was stupid to do what she was doing, but she couldn’t help it.

Matt reached out and grabbed her pulling her from her thoughts, he fisted his hand in her hair and pressed his lips to her. She couldn’t fight the feeling then, the drugs had numbed her sure, but even so she couldn’t deny the fire that engulfed her skin or the way her entire body tingled from his touch. She moaned despite herself, she’d remembered then why she was so hopelessly addicted to him. She kissed him back hard, never wanting the kiss to end. He pulled her into his lap and she didn’t fight him.

"Do it." he breathed against her lips causing her to shiver, because she knew he wasn’t stupid.

She knew that Matt was well aware of what she’d turned into and that he knew exactly what she was planning on doing to him. Yet those two simple words were fearless, because even if it was only for the rest of the day or even that night, he didn’t want to pass up the opportunity of getting to touch her again. That made her feel like shit and as he kissed down her neck, she thought about calling the whole thing off, it wasn’t fair to him. She knew she’d go right back to being a massive bitch as soon as he rolled off her, hell if she was high enough she’d probably call Louie. He was practically signing his death certificate.

Eventually though her own selfishness took control and as the drugs started to take her over, any ounce of guilt Gracie might have had was gone and she slipped the needle into his arm. A dose strong enough to fuck him up and make whatever they did feel a million times better. She moved so she was straddling him and slipped her tank top off tossing it aside before her she pressed her lips to his and kissed him hard and rough. Her hands ran down his chest and she broke the kiss only to pull off his shirt. She pushed him back down on the couch and continued kissing him hard, before her lips left his.

Her kiss was deadly, she knew how he felt about her. She moved her lips slowly, along his jawline, down his neck and along his collar bone.



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Tyler watched her, he already had her all figured out. It was a trap, whatever pain she wanted him to feel, whoever she was trying to get revenge on, she was going to take it out on him. He wanted to walk out then, he’d spent way too much time making himself okay enough to see her every day with Peter and Chase, but he knew the second he kissed her again, that would all go to waste. The only reason Tyler had been able to cope, was by keeping his distance not touching her unless he had to. Her kiss thought would fuel Tyler’s need for her once again and it would be dangerous if he remembered the taste of her lips.

He watched her walk to him with two needles in her hands, she stopped centimeters from him and he knee whatever was in those needles would be the strongest thing he’d had in close to a year. Louie’s drugs were different then Bryan’s. Louie’s drugs weren’t tainted and made to sell to homeless crack heads and college kids, Louie’s drugs were made to sell to movie stars and million dollar business men.

She kissed his jaw, pulling him from his thoughts and making him tense. Just that simple gesture drove him crazy and he hated that she still had that power over him after so long. Because, he knew that even if he kissed her, she’d blocked herself off enough that it’d be hard for him to make her feel the way that she made him feel. She grabbed his wrist and it was his last chance to stop it, to walk away and keep everything under control until they were kidnapped and he had them safe, but he didn’t. He watched her slide the needle into his skin and the drug was like liquid fire in his veins. Making him close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"My turn." she breathed causing him to open his eyes and glance to the second needle before back to her bright blue eyes that he missed more then he’d like to admit.

He took the needle, wicked smirk on his lips. He grabbed her wrist and placed it to the inside of her elbow as he held her eyes. He hesitated to push the needle into her skin as he held her eyes, knowing her well enough to know it would drive her crazy.

“If you’d have been smart, you’d have shot yourself up first.” He smirked pulling the needle away and pressing his lips to her. He knew she needed the drugs to help her not feel what was clearly between them, but he refused to give her that satisfaction at least not yet. He kissed her hard, slipping his lips past her lips. He wanted her to feel his lips before the drugs were in her system, to feel what it used to be like and not a faded perception of their love, that was numbed by the drugs. He wasn’t going to let her fuck with him and get away with it, without fucking with her.

He pulled away then and placed the needle to her elbow again and shot her up. Before tossing the needle aside and slipping his hand into her hair kissing her again. He lifted her effortlessly and laid her down on the bed. It felt incredible to kiss her again, nothing would ever feel as good as being with her, no matter how shitty things got between them, he knew that what they had was real. She made him feel like he was worth something, like he could do anything as long as she was standing by his side.




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Kylie smirked and watched him as he took the needle from her and grabbed her wrist, pressing it against her skin, but not pushing it in, holding her eyes instead, making her absolutely nuts. "If you'd have been smart, you'd have shot yourself up fitst." He said with a smirk and she knew then exactly what he was going to do.

Before she could pull away, he took the needle from her arm and kissed her. It had been so long since she'd kissed him, her knees instantly went weak and her whole body lit on fire. He was kissing her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips, wanting to send her a message, to tell her he knew it wasn't over between them. There was still something there, and she couldn't deny it. She couldn't pull away. It felt so good to be kissed by him for real, she moaned softly against his lips and leaned her body into his.

She knew that one kiss would fuck her up completely. Part of the reason she'd been so numb to him was because it had been so long since he'd kissed or touched her, she couldn't entirely remember what it felt like. But now it was all back, fresh on her memory, and it'd be hard as hell to erase again. She wanted him to stop before they went any further and she was lost again completely, but she couldn't make him stop. She was utterly trapped in his lips and she knew that, if he wanted it, she'd go all the way with him without the drugs, and there'd be no getting over that. She'd be addicted all over again.

Eventually though, he pulled away and put the needle back against her skin, making her close her eyes and moan softly as the drug entered her system. He wasted no time throwing the needle aside and kissing her again, hand in her hair, and this time, it was different, because the drugs were taking control again and she wasn't risking falling for him all over again.

He lifted her and lay her on the bed, climbing over her and kissing her and she smirked against his lips and kissed back, knowing what she was doing was beyond wrong, because she'd ducked out of being able to feel anything, but she was making him feel everything and they both knew that, when it was over, it wouldn't change anything between them.

However, she couldn't make herself stop because, even if she'd numbed her love for him, it still felt better than any of Peter or Chase's kisses. So instead she just pulled his shirt off before rolling them swiftly over, so that she was on top of him. She sat up and pulled her own shirt off, tossing it away before running her hands up his chest as she leaned over him, kissing down his neck and lower, across his chest and abs, lips tracing the waistline of his jeans with a wicked smirk before making her way back up to his lips, kissing him hard.




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Matt knew what they were about to do would mean everything to him and nothing to her, but he couldn't help it. It had been too long since he'd had her, and he literally couldn't take seeing her every single day knowing she was off limits anymore. Besides, after that night, it would be easier. If he had to go back to being nothing but her body guard when they were done, he'd probably quit and take Chelsea with him to New York or something to get as far away from her as possible, but that wasn't what would happen.

Marshall would kidnap the girls, and he wouldn't have to pretend anymore. Sure, he'd have to pretend to be looking for them, but that wasn't going to be an issue and it'd only last a month before he got to see her again and maybe a month without Louie and Frankie would have done her enough good that, at the least, he could actually manage to have a conversation with her.

Eventually, Gracie shot him up and he smirked as he kissed her. What she'd given him was strong. He hadn't exactly been sober the past few months he'd been with her, but he hadn't taken anything from Louie either because he didn't need to get addicted to the strong shit he sold. He'd needed to stay in control enough to be responsible for Chelsea, but high enough to deal with Gracie's bullshit, so he'd been using Bryan's weaker drugs.

Gracie straddled him and took her shirt off, and Matt smirked as she took his off too before he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. She kissed him roughly and he kissed back, loving the way her lips still set him on fire, even if it wasn't the same for her. She pushed him onto his back, still kissing him before her lips started to trail his jaw and neck, and he closed his eyes and groaned, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of her lips for a minute before smirking and flipping her swiftly onto her back, taking control.

His hands ran up her body as his lips made their way down her neck before he slipped off her bra and brought his lips down to her chest, and his hands slipped down to pull off her shorts. He smirked against her skin and pushed her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thigh roughly as he brought his lips back up to hers, kissing her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips.

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She smirked when he groaned. Eventually he flipped her onto her back in one swift motion and she let him take control. It had been far too long since she’d let someone else really have control and Matt knew exactly what he was doing with her. His hands ran up her body and she closed her eyes as his skin left a trail of fire everywhere he touched. She’d forgotten how amazing is touch felt, she had never felt the things she felt with Matt with Louie or Frankie. His lips moved down her neck and she moaned, letting herself for the first time in forever actually feel something other than pain or anger.

He slipped off her bar, before his lips came down on his chest and she moaned arching her back into his lips. He continued down her chest until he slipped off her shorts and she bit he keeping her eyes closed. It driving her nuts, she just wanted him to fuck her already but she knew that he’d mess with her and she knew she deserved it. He pushed her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her tight roughly. He pressed his lips to hers again, slipping his tongue past her lips and she kissed him back just as hard.

Even if she’d have wanted to stop kissing him, she couldn’t escape his lips. Her could probably get her to do whatever he wanted. She hated that she could literally feel her walls coming down that longer he kissed her and she couldn’t let that happen, she’d worked too damn hard forgetting them. She forced herself to focus more on the drugs then his kiss, because if she continued to let go, she knew she’d beg him to take her back.

“Shit, Matty.” she breathed against his lips clearly out of breathed. “Fuck me already.” She smirked against his lips as she ran her fingers down his chest to his waistline, shut unbuttoned his pants.



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Tyler kept having second thoughts, not because he didn’t want to be with her. He’d never not want to be with her, but he knew that doing this would only be harder on the both of them. Even his plan worked out flawlessly, Kylie would be pissed at him at first and that fact that he’d given in now instead of waiting would probably come back and bit him on the ass. He pushed the thoughts back though and focused on her.

She slipped off his shirt, before rolling them over smoothly causing him to smirk wickedly as she slipped off her own top. She ran her hands along his chest causing him to groan, because her touch alone was electric, a mix of pleasure and danger. He lisp trace his waistline, causing him to smirk, she made her way back up his chest, before coming down on his lips hard. He fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her back just as hard, slipping his tongue past her lips, to deepen the kiss.

His free hand traced along her spine until he reached her bar and undid it, slipping it off and breaking their kiss only to toss it away. He flipped them again so that she was on her back, he kissed her and he let himself slip. He kissed her the way he used to, the kind of kiss that said he was still completely in love with her and that he’d do anything for her. He couldn’t help it, she was the only girl he’d ever fought for. He needed her more then she’d ever know.

His lips left hers and traced her jawline, only her paused at her ear. “I still love you Kylie.” His breath on her skin and his lips grazed her skin. “Even if this means nothing to you.” He said honestly before his lips continued down her neck.

His lips moved along her collar bone and along the center of her chest, before he pulled away and slipped off her shorts, before bringing his lips down on the inside of her thigh while he rubbed the inside of her other thigh.




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His hand grabbed her hair tightly while they kissed, making her smirk, her whole body wanting him. His other hand ran softly up her spine, making her shiver lightly at his touch as he slipped her bra off and tossed it aside before flipping them again. Kylie smirked up on him as he brought his lips back down on hers, only this time it was different.

The kiss wasn't just lustful and desperate, it was deep and meaningful. He kissed her the way he used to after a particularly horrible fight, letting her know with his lips that, no matter what happened between them, he always loved her. It was the kind of kiss that always had her melting back into his arms again, no matter what he did to her, when he kissed her like that, she was always his again.

It took her by surprise, and she moaned against his lips because, even if she'd numbed herself, she could never resist that kiss, and she knew she was dangerously close to letting him through. She couldn't help it. Neither Peter or Chase kissed her like she was everything to them. Only Tyler could make her crumble the way he was doing in that moment, with only his lips.

Eventually, his lips left hers and started to move along her jaw and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, loving the way his lips felt, knowing she needed to get herself under control before she cracked completely and begged him to be hers again. His lips paused at her ear and she held her breath, biting her lip. “I still love you Kylie.” He breathed, sending a shiver through her body. “Even if this means nothing to you.” He said before her returned to kissing her neck, and she knew she'd been an idiot to think she could sleep with him and not let it mean a thing to her, though she wasn't about to admit that.

His lips moved along her collar, down the center of her body, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the line of fire he traced across her skin with his lips before he pulled away and pulled her shorts off. His lips came down on the inside of her thigh then while his fingers rubbed the inside of the other one and she moaned and arched her hips into his lips. He was driving her crazy, and it had been so long since they'd had sex, she wasn't sure she could take his teasing much longer. "Tyler." She moaned. "Please fuck me." She breathed desperately.




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It wasn't hard for Matt to tell he was driving her crazy, making him smirk against her lips. He loved driving her wild, dragging it out as long as possible, until neither of them could take it anymore before he'd finally fuck her. At that point, there was no going back. She had him all over again, and he was suddenly extremely thankful for Tyler's plan because, after this, he wasn't sure he could go back to pretending there was nothing between them.

He knew, when they were done, her game would be too easy to play. He'd spent a year, building up his resolve to the point where he could tolerate her taunts and games and cruel words calmly and rationally, without so much as blinking. However, as sure as the sky was blue, he knew sex with her would fuck that up completely. When they were done, if she was cruel to him, this time, it would actually hurt. A lot. But there was no way he was stopping now.

“Shit, Matty.” She breathed against his lips breathlessly, making him smirk against hers, knowing she was getting desperate. “Fuck me already.” She smirked against his lips and ran her fingers down his chest, making him just as desperate as her before she unbuttoned his jeans and Matt smirked.

He couldn't wait much longer, he had to have her, he continued rubbing the inside of her thigh with one hand while he slipped out of his jeans before, finally, he pulled her panties off and pressed his lips between her collarbones, making his way down the center of her body, smirking up at her.

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She’d lost track of time and she wasn’t sure how long her and Matt had been going at it all she knew was that when he finally rolled off her, they’d exhausted all the drugs she’d gotten for them and it was dark outside, which meant they’d had to have gone all day and well into the night and she was exhausted. She hated the thought of him having to leave her now, she would never admit it though and as soon as she was high again she’d be a bitch to him. She’d been stupid to think she was completely over him and immune to his touch.

She honestly just wanted to let herself love him again, but she couldn’t. She stood up and slipped her clothes on, like they’d just meet and she’d just got done fucking him in a motel room. She lit herself a cigarette and took a long drag of off it before pulling her hair into a ponytail and turning to face him.

“That was fun.” She smirked, instantly letting her walls go back up despite the fact that she wanted to lean in and kiss him and tell him she loved him. She fought every urge to do exactly that. “Where the hell is Frankie?” she wondered. “You two really are shit body guards you know that?”

Gracie was incredible at acting like things didn’t happen and that’s exactly what she was choosing to do. Pretend her and Matt had just had amazing make-up sex and that they’d simply just talked for the past several hours. She glanced to Matt, before glancing to his phone on the coffee table as it vibrate and she snatched it quickly.

“It’s from your boyfriend.” She smirked, referring to Tyler, like she was going to read it.



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Tyler was completely in love with her all over again. It was like that every time they were together. They’d gone for hours, stopped a few times to drug up and then continued. Every time he’d started to sober up he needed something or else he knew he’d call it off. Tyler wasn’t scared of anything, but he knew that Frankie could have walked in at any point and caught them and it would have been all over. He wasn’t just risking his life and Kylie’s, he was risking ever getting her back.

Like always it had been incredible and entirely too long since they’d been together and it made him realize how much he truly missed her. If he’d ever had a doubt about going through with the who kidnapping, he had no doubts now. Kylie had fallen asleep which he was grateful for. He kiss her, before slipping his clothes on and slipping out of the bedroom, he dialed his brother’s number.

“Ten minutes and then your in.” he breathe before hanging up. He’d told Marshall that it had to look real and so it wasn’t just Marshall, Bonnie was in on it too and there were three other guys, tyler completely trusted. They’d do anything for Tyler and Marshall, mostly because Tyler had saved their life more than once and so they were indebted to him.

They’d break in and beat the shit out of Frankie, Tyler, and Matt. It had to look real or Louie and The Evan’s wouldn’t believe it. Tyler was well aware Louie had camera’s if it didn’t look real and if Matt and Tyler came out un touched they’d know something was up. He made his way down stairs, looking for Frankie who was passed out on the couch a beer in his hand and the girl he’d been with all day asleep in his lap and he rolled his eyes.

You’ve got, ten minutes. Marshall is on his way. Try not to beat the shit out of these guys, there supposed to be kicking the shit out of you. Tyler sent a quick text to Matt letting him know, because he wasn’t stupid enough to chance Gracie picking up on something if he said he needed to talk to Matt. Tyler had literally raked through every possibility of errors with a fine tooth comb, when he’d started planning.




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For the most part, Tyler had done an excellent job raising his little brother. He’d been able to keep Marshall out of the most dangerous shit and he’d lectured him a million times about staying away from the drugs using himself as an example of what he’d turn into if he got addicted. However, when Marshall turned eighteen, Tyler let him make his own choices. Marshall got high every once in a while but it was nowhere hear the extent of his brother or Kylie and he’d never killed a man at least not yet.

His brother was trusting him for the first time ever to take on his own job and in all honest he was scared shitless. He knew though if he was successful Tyler would have a ton of respect for him and he’d no longer be Tyler’s little brother anymore, he’d be more of an equal and he looked up to his brother more then he’d like to admit. Just across the street from Louie Panzio’s huge mansion, Marshall, Bonnie and three of Tyler’s loyal followers sat in a black SUV waiting for the call. Marshall was in charge of all four of them and whatever he said was law.

“Try not to look so stressed Mars.” Bonnie smirked. “You’ve got your brother’s DNA and your only kidnapping to spoiled brats and roughing up Matt and your brother and Frank. It won’t be that hard babe, I promise.” She said and he rolled his eyes.

“Thanks Bonnie, I really needed your pep talk.” He said sarcastically. His phone rang and he picked it up his brother told him ten minutes and he agreed before the phone went silent. “Alright ten minutes till show time.” He said pulling his black ski mask over his face.





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They'd gone the rest of the day, pausing every now and then to shoot up again before continuing, and it was incredible. Better than anything Peter or Chase had ever done. She was stupid to think she could sleep with him and not fall for him all over again. Even high as hell, it had been impossible to block out the way she felt about him, and she knew, when the week was over and she went back to belonging to the Evans brothers and they went back to only seeing each other when he was forced to babysit her, it would be hard as hell. She was going to have to get over him all over again now.

Eventually, she was too tired to keep going, so he'd rolled off her and she'd fallen asleep, utterly exhausted. When she woke, she was alone, and she sighed, sitting up and glancing around the room a second before pulling her clothes on. She went to Gracie's dresser and lit herself a joint before taking a long hit, leaning up against the wall as she smoked it.

She'd been numb for a year, and now, it was like the full year's worth of suppressed emotions were being thrown back at her. She felt so many things, she wasn't even sure what to think. Part of her wanted to go find Tyler and beg him to take her back, while another part wanted her to find him and scream at him for ever letting her go, and still another part of her wanted to avoid him alltogether and pretend it hadn't happened.

The only thing she was absolutely sure of, was that sleeping with him had been the dumbest thing she'd done all year. Kylie sighed deeply and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, pulling her knees up and taking another hit off her joint, closing her eyes and letting wave after wave of emotion wash over her.

She could reach for something stronger and shut them all out, she knew that, but she was tired of all the work she was always having to do to stay numb, so she just rested her cheek against her knees and stayed there, smoking, letting silent tears fall, hoping like hell Tyler wouldn't walk back in and find her that way because then she'd just have to be a bitch to him and she didn't have it in her.




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They went the rest of the day, blowing through the drugs she'd brought, and it had been incredible. He was addicted to her all over again, that much was clear, and he was just glad Tyler's plan had been set up for that night and not the next because he wasn't sure he could wait much longer to have her back. The sooner Marshall did his part of the job, the sooner they got to see them again.

The only thing he was worried about was Marshall's part of the whole plan. It wasn't that he thought he couldn't do the kidnapping, that was actually the easy part compared to what came next. What he was worried about was whether or not Marshall would do what he might have to in order to keep the girls there. He wasn't stupid. The girls wouldn't be okay with being kidnapped and dragged across the globe, and they'd use every trick in their extremely large book in order to get away from Marshall. Marshall was a good kid, but it was obvious he wasn't his brother. He'd never been very good at forcing the girls to do anything. If it came down to it, he was just worried he wouldn't be able to make them stay.

When they were done, Matt watched as Gracie simply got up and put her clothes on like it had been nothing and he sighed and pulled his jeans on. It hurt, but he wasn't surprised. He'd been expecting it so, at the very least, the blow was softened. Besides, he knew her better than he knew himself. He could tell just by looking at her, the bitchy look in her eyes was bullshit.

She'd felt something, and now she was covering it up, but the point was, she'd felt something. That was good enough for him. “That was fun.” She smirked and he just nodded as he lit himself a cigarette, refusing to play in to her crap. “Where the hell is Frankie?” She asked and he smirked. He was probably with that maid he'd been with earlier. “You two really are shit body guards you know that?” She said, acting like nothing had happened and he just shrugged, leaning back on the couch and taking a drag off his cigarette as he watched her.

His phone vibrated on the coffee table and he sighed and reached for it, but she beat him to it. He could knock it from her hands, but then she'd only get suspicious, so he just watched her as she glanced at the name on the screen. “It’s from your boyfriend.” She said, giving him a look that said she was going to read it, so he sighed and stood, pulling it out of her hands with a smirk.

"Thanks for the notification, but that's why I have a ringtone babe." He said as he slipped out onto the balcony, reading the text quickly before deleting it as he continued to smoke, looking out over the backyard with a sigh.

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Matt grabbed the phone from her and she rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the notification, but that's why I have a ringtone babe." He said and she watched him slip out onto the balcony. She lit a cigarette and watched him for a moment.

She was honestly wondering what he was thinking. She knew Matt well, but not as well as he knew her. He wasn’t as open as her and she envied him for being able to close himself off like he could. She took a drag off her cigarette as she walked over to where her was and she lend in the doorway. The warm summer air felt amazing, she couldn’t remember the last time she actually focused on something that wasn’t materialistic.

For the most part Gracie was sober and she hated it, because what they’d down and how incredible the sex had been, was still fresh. She wanted to be honest with him, she was tired of pretending to be something she wasn’t. She kept her eyes on his back listening the music that was still playing before she finally spoke.

“Sometimes I think about that night, you let me walk away.” She said blowing out a breath of smoke but her words weren’t cruel the were normal for once. “Next you’ve got a girl like me…don’t let her walk away.” She said like she was convinced they’d never be together again.

It was then that there was a crashing noise that caused Gracie to jump as a rather large guy came through the door and he waited no time grabbing Gracie. He tossed her to someone else and she felt a gun against her head and she knew then not to move. Because she figure whoever it was, wouldn’t hesitate to shoot her, if he was someone who had a vendetta against Louie.

“Shit, Matt…do something.” Gracie breathed.



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It was the longest ten minutes of Tyler’s life. He’d been waiting for what felt like ages to get Kylie out of there and somewhere safe. He’d made his way out to the back yard and lit a cigarette as he waited. Kylie would probably be pissed when she found out that he’d staged the whole thing. Marshall was going to have to keep his face covered and he was going to have to be ruthless for an entire month and that scared Tyler, because Marshall was about a hundred times nicer then him, but Marshall also knew how to change when things needed to get done.

He heard gun shots and that was when he knew they were inside. He rolled his eyes, before jumping up quickly and running inside, he had to make it believe to the camera’s. Inside they already had Frankie bound and gagged and his little girlfriend was dead. One casualty would make it more than a little real when Louie and Peter came home.

Tyler made his way upstairs quickly and Marshall and one of the other guys already had Kylie, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the guy who had Kylie, only he shoved Kylie into Marshall’s arms and Tyler fired, blanks only he knew Kylie wouldn’t know they were blanks. The guy, whom Tyler was pretty sure was Rick, slammed him against the wall, he delivered several devastating punches until Tyler fell to his knees. Tyler had tried to fight back but it was useless and he knee it looked real.



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Marshall had ordered the guys to move in and they did. Two of them headed straight for the living room, where Marshall watched them tie up Frankie and murder the girl who was with them, making him wince and sigh. His heart was racing, but he collected himself quickly as they continued through the house. Raiding it and stealing things, careful not to leave behind finger prints it had to be the perfect crime.

Finally they headed upstairs and two of the guys headed after Gracie while Marshall and Rick, went for Kylie. Rick, busted down the door, which was pointless considering it was unlocked. Marshall just rolled his eyes as they went inside. Kylie was sitting on the floor looking completely miserable.

“Hey dollface.” Rick laughed in his deep smoker voice. He wasted no time grabbing her and pulling her to her feet roughly, holding on to her tightly.



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Kylie sat there for a while, smoking her joint, not bothering to move when it was finished. She just turned her head so her forehead was against her knees instead of her cheek and closed her eyes, tired as all hell of her life and the never ending parade of drama and bullshit that always seemed to be marching right through the middle of it.

Suddenly, she heard gunshots and lifted her head, trying to decide if she'd heard right or if maybe they weren't gunshots somehow, but something else. The there was the sound of breaking glass and heavy footsteps coming down the hall and she knew she'd heard right. It was gunshots. Fuck. Someone was in the house.

She jumped when the door flew open, heart racing as two guys burst in. "Hey dollface." One of them laughed, voice deep, as he yanked her to her feet.

"Fuck you." She spat back, trying to yank her arm away at first until she felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against her back and she stopped, knowing he'd shoot if he had to. Just then, Tyler came through the door and started shooting, and the guy who had her tossed her to the other man. He grabbed her arms roughly and yanked them behind her back, using one hand to hold them, the other pressing his gun against the back of her head.

Her heart was racing wildly as she watched Tyler and the other guy fight. There wasn't a whole lot Kylie was afraid of, but she had to say, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be in the hands of the kinds of guys who what the balls to piss guys like Peter and Louie off. Whatever they wanted with her, it wouldn't be good, she knew that, but she didn't argue as she guy pulled her from the room and lead her down the stairs, past a tied up Frankie and his dead girl, and out front, because she knew if she tried to get away, he'd kill her. She was valuable, but killing her would be just as effective at pissing Peter off as kidnapping her would, so if she wanted to stay alive, at the moment, she'd just have to cooperate.




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Matt could feel her presence behind him, but he didn't turn. “Sometimes I think about that night, you let me walk away.” She said and he raised a brow and took a drag of his cigarette because her voice was sincere. “Next time you’ve got a girl like me…don’t let her walk away.” She said and he rolled his eyes, wanting to tell her he'd never have another girl like her, and if she didn't realize that yet, she was an idiot.

However, before he could, there was a crash, and he knew Tyler's plan had been put into motion. Instantly, he took his gun out, but he had no intention of using it, only she wouldn't know that. They both turned as a couple guys came bursting into the room and one of them grabbed Grace before tossing her off to a second guy, putting a gun against her head.

“Shit, Matt…do something.” She said and he jumped towards the first guy, but he dodged his attack and swung around, kicking his feet out from under him. Matt fired a few shots as he fell, merely for effect, not really intending to hit the guy, before rolling quickly back to his feet.

They fought for a minute longer, but in the end, he grabbed an empty liqour bottle and smashed it down over Matt's head and that was it. He was out cold.

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Gracie had gotten to the point that when things didnt go her way, she tended to freak out. She watched Matt fight the guy only to her suprise he took a glass bottle to the head knocking him out cold. Tears stained her cheeks and all of a sudden her head was pleaged with things she should have said to him, because there was a very good possibility she'd never see him again.

The breaking in and attacking of the guys had sobered her up completely and for the first time in a year she had to face a wave of emotions, she couldnt be numb and she hated herself for being so stubborn and not telling Maat she loved him when she had the chance.

The man holding her released his grip and she ran to Matts side then droping to her knees, not bothering to fight the tears that left trails down her cheeks. She shook him like it was going to wake him up but she already knew it wouldnt.

"Matt, please." She breathed, she hatedbherself more then ever. "Get up!" She yelled, she let out a frustrated groan as the man picked her up roughly, while the other man tied her hands together and gagged her.
She fought them the entire time, which only pissed them off until eventually they slapped her and put a bag over her head. Finally one of the men tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of trash. She tried screaming but it was useless, it only came out mumbled and hushed. She heard the sliding of a van door, before she assumed she was tossed in the back.




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Marshall held Kylie tight as Rich fought with Tyler. It was nerve wracking but Marshall refused to loose his cool. Rich made one finally blow to Tyler's face before he was out cold and Marshall knew they had to get out of there. There was no doubt in his mind that the police had already been called the second they'd fired the first set of gun shots.

He was careful not to talk as he fought to tie Kylie's hands. For the first time in his life he wasnt gentle. He knew Kylie was a tough girl, which meant he had to be rough with her. Eventually he managed to get her tied and the bag over her head. He passed her off to Rick then. When they got to the van Bonnie and Gerad were already out there which meant the they already gotten Gracie.

Rick tossed Kylie into the back of the van next to Gracie before sliding it shut and Marshall smirked. Althoguh he knew they werent down there was the matter of getting the girls half way across the country without the two of them finding out it was him or Bonnie behind the kidnapping which meant Rick and Gerad would be doing most tof the talking.

"Shit, Gracie nearly broke my nose." Bonnie smirked as she pulled her long firey hair into a ponytail.

"Lets get the fuck out of here." Marshall smirked as he mad his way around to the drivers side.



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Gracie had been locked up in a room for the past two months, though she’d lost count after the first couple of days. She was positive she’d never see Kylie, Louie, Frankie, or Matt ever again and it was killing her. She’d spent a year being a complete bitch and it had gotten her in the biggest mess of her life. At this point if given the option she’d probably call her dad and ask for his help, she’d become that desperate. The only person she ever saw was some sarcastic asshole by the name of Gerard.

At first she’d tried seducing the guy, but to her surprise he hadn’t fallen for it. Then she’d tried crying hysterically and begging him to let her go, when that didn’t work Gracie had unleashed her drug withdrawal, induced rage on him. Nothing worked, whoever he was it was like someone was telling him how to work her, how to dodge all her tricks and exactly how to handle her. Which she didn’t understand, because she had no fucking idea who this guy was and she had no fucking idea where she was. She knew that her and Gerard weren’t the only ones in the house though, because everyone in a while she heard a couple other guys and another girl talking, yet Gerard was the only one she ever saw.

She hadn’t had a hit of any type of drug in what felt like centuries and she honestly cried herself to sleep every night, because she was miserable. She was hoping Matt or at the very least Frankie or Louie would find her, but they hadn’t and she’d lost hope. The only thing Gerard ever gave her was cigarettes and he kept her well-fed.

Gracie sat in the window sill , her feet dangling out from the two story window. Wherever the hell she was it was breathtakingly beautiful and if she was being honest, life locked in her little room was better than life had ever been with Louie, although she’d never admit that. She’d stopped fighting Gerard about a week ago, it was useless. She pressed the cigarette to her lips as she looked out over the sparkling black water the reflected the beautiful night lights of the ritzy island city. The stars were brighter here then she’d ever seen them anywhere else. Gracie’s eyes moved along the docks, the boats reminding her of every party she attended with Louie and how fake she’d had to act just to fit in.

The door opened up behind her but she didn’t turn to see who it was because she already knew. She blew out a cloud of smoke as she heard him turn the radio on and she smirked as the familiar raggie music sounded through the speakers of the radio. She glanced over her shoulder then, to see him swaying with a stupid smirk on his face. Gracie stepped back into the bedroom, flicking her cigarette away as she lend up against the wall watching him.
“Your obsession with Bob Marley is frustrating, you know that?” She sighed. She knew something didn’t add up right, he was way too damn nice to her to be a kidnaper, but she didn’t question it. She watched him light a joint and she bit her lip because it had been so long since she’d been high.

“Oh, come on Gigi.” He winked at first she’d hated that he called her that, but she’d gotten used to it. “You’re in paradise, it’s not going to get any better until you let go.” He shrugged letting out a puff of smoke as he continued to sway like he had no cares in the world. “A little fun never killed anyone.” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes pushing off the wall as she walked over to him, grabbing the joint from between his lips and to her surprise he didn’t stop her. She moan, but her voice was lost in the sound of the music, even something as light as the weed felt amazing in her system. She swayed to the music, her hands above her head, taking his advice and letting go for the first time and she had to admit it felt good, because she let her mind be clear of all her worry. She breathed in the fresh ocean air and let herself get lost in the music.



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Louie, Frankie, Peter, and Chase had nearly lost it when they found out what happened. They of course blamed Tyler and Matt at first, telling them they had something to do with it, but Tyler had shot down everyone one of their possible explanations of how him or Matt could have done it and eventually they’d dropped it. Louie and Peter had every dam person they knew looking for the girls. However Tyler knew it was useless because he’d done his research and Louie only really had people backing him from the US, Mexico, and Italy. Where Peter was spread out a little more, but not even Bryan had people near where he’d sent the girls. However, Tyler worry about them being dangerously close to Italy.

He’d been keeping in contact with Marshall though and according to Marshall, they hadn’t let Kylie or Gracie out of the house, let alone their bedrooms, so it was highly unlikely that they’d be caught. Louie had Matt out almost every night searching for Gracie and Peter rarely let Tyler sleep, every time Tyler came back with no information Peter lectured him, screamed at him, and let him know how everything was his fault. What was only supposed to be a month long venture had turned into two months. But, Tyler knew he had to be patient as badly as he wanted to get to Kylie, if he rushed things they’d catch on. Tyler took it all in stride, because he was well aware that Kylie was fine and to Peter it looked like he didn’t give a shit, which only sold his point even more that he hadn’t been behind their disappearance.

Eventually though, Tyler had told the Evans brother’s he was finished putting up with their shit and it had ended in a pretty nasty fight only he knew the Evans brother’s weren’t stupid enough to try anything. He’d kept little contact with Matt, knowing that they weren’t completely out of the clear and eventually he’d gone back to Vegas. It was lonely and all he thought about was Kylie. He knew she was going to be livid with him, he just hopped she’d forgive him.

He sighed as he sat at his kitchen table and the house that he’d once shared with Bunny, Kylie, Gracie, Matt, and Marshal was completely and utterly silent. It was a weird feeling, because he wasn’t sure his house had ever been that empty in the two and a half years he’d lived there. He pressed his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag off of it. His flight was leaving in an hour, his bags were packed and waiting by the door. The only thing that he was waiting for was Matt and Chels. Things had worked out so that they could go together and he was glad, because he knew that handling the girls together would be easier then handling them alone.



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Marshall had successfully gotten both girls halfway across the country and kept them locked away. He had to be careful to stay out of sight and out of ear shoot, because both Gracie and Kylie knew exactly who he was. So Marshall had learned to stay behind the scenes. Marshall’s job was to give orders and keep Tyler and Matt posted. Gerard’s job was to deal with Gracie while Matt feed him details. Rick was in charge of Kylie while Tyler feed him details. Bonnie had become the self-proclaimed “House-Wife”. She cooked the food that Kylie and Gracie ate and kept the guys in check.

There system worked out really well, well enough that they’d managed to keep Kylie and Gracie in the dark and keep them from running away on them, despite there several attempts. Marshall had done an amazing job keeping everything in order, but it was no surprise considering he’d been taught by the best.

He lend over the railing of the balcony, cigarette dangling between his fingertips. He was supposed to be picking Tyler, Matt, and Chels up in a few hours. It felt like a lifetime seen he’d seen anyone he really, sure he’d grown up with Bonnie, but he wasn’t entirely sure he really knew her. He sighed as he flicked his cigarette away and slipped back inside.




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The next two months were arguably the longest of Kylie's entire life. It was complete and utter boredom. They'd dragged her across the world, refusing to tell her a single thing, and then locked her in a bedroom by herself and left her there, confusing the shit out of her. They fed her and checked up on her, meaning they wanted to keep her alive, but they hadn't kidnapped her for sex because no one had laid a hand on her, and they clearly weren't trying to ransom her because Peter was ridiculously rich. He'd pay whatever they demanded if it was money they wanted. So why they'd even bothered to kidnap her at all, she had no idea.

All she knew was that they'd locked her in a room by herself and had her to let her out and it was extremely awful. Not only because she was cut off from everyone but some guy named Rick who brought her food and shit, but because they'd cut her off the drugs as well. She hadn't had a single hit in two months.

At first, she'd been terrified of them, but she quickly came to realize they weren't trying to kill her or rape her, hell, they barely even touched her when she acted out. After that, it had been war. She'd tried crying, seduction, and fighting, and so far none of it had worked. Her most successful attempt had been waiting by the door with a heavy lamp in her hands and knocking Rick out cold with it, taking of. However, before she'd gotten very far, another guy she'd never seen before grabbed her and dragged her back to her room. After that, they'd removed anything that could possibly be used as a weapon from her room.

The withdrawals were the worst part though. There were nights where she wasn't even sure she'd survive them, and she'd lay in bed shaking, sweating, and sobbing, missing Tyler, wanting something in her system so badly, it made even laying there unbearable. She'd threatened suicide, but they'd just barred her windows and removed anything in her room that could be made into a noose as well as only let her use razors under supervision, which meant Rick sitting in her room reading magazines while she sat in the bathroom and shaved.

On top of the agonizing withdrawals, there were also the immense amounts of boredom and loneliness. There was absolutely nothing to do but wait and think about Tyler, and feel everything she'd been numbing with the drugs over the past year over and over again. She was alone all the time, to the point where, when Rick brought her food, she'd beg him to stay and do something as simple as smoke a cigarette with her while she ate because she hated being alone. It was utterly unbearable.

All she wanted was for Tyler to find her, but she'd given up on that. If he was still looking, he wasn't finding her. All she had left to do was wait until her kidnappers finally used her for whatever it was they were keeping her alive and so well-taken care of for, which made her nervous.

Kylie stood at the barred-off window, smoking a cigarette, wishing she could see Tyler again, though not knowing what she'd say to him if she could. Mentally she scoffed because honestly, if she ever saw him again, the first thing she'd probably do was beg him for a hit. With a sigh, Ky flicked her lighter on, watching the flame waver before tilting it forward, eyes transfixed on the little thing as it started to eat away the curtain. However, before it got to big, she blew it out and sighed, returning to her brooding and self loathing.




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The next two months were exhausting to say the least. Louie forced him to look for Gracie day in and day out. He got almost no sleep, he he had only been home to see Chelsea a few days a week. Tyler, thankfully, had covered for them when it came to the kidnapping and they'd bought it, but that meant that the two of them had to become their loyal hound dogs and hunt the girls down.

It was probably the biggest test of his patience ever because Louie was impossible. When he wasn't sending him on false leads, he was yelling at him for not being able to find her and, when he wasn't dealing with Louie, he was on the phone with Gracie's guard, telling him how to deal with her bullshit, all the while missing Gracie like fucking crazy.

Every single day, all he wanted was to be with her, and it was hard to get through but he had to. One month had turned into two, but he'd understood the need to stay and ride it out as long as he could, because if he took off too soon, while Louie was still hell bent on finding them and accusing everyone from known rivals right down the the pool boy, it'd look suspicious. He had to wait until Louie was starting to feel a bit of hopelessness and all the crazy background checks and random, frustrated accusations were over.

But finally, he'd quit. He couldn't take it any longer and he needed to be with Gracie, so he'd gone home to Chels for a few weeks, calling Tyler to let him know he was out and ready whenever he was. He hadn't even told Chelsea anything. Only that Gracie and Kylie had been kidnapped, which, of course meant she badgered him almost as much as Louie did for news, but he couldn't risk someone like Bryan calling her and getting the truth out of her.

Finally, it was the night. He had to hop a plane to Vegas to meet Tyler and then they'd be on another soon, headed to the girls. Chelsea was at a friends studying for some test, and honestly, he felt bad that he'd have to pull her out of school, but he knew once she realized it was so he could be with Gracie, she'd be okay with it. She'd give her arm if it meant him and Gracie being together, he knew that. His bags were packed and by the door already, but at the moment, he was in Chelsea's room, throwing her shit in bags, waiting for her to get home so they could go.




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For the past two months, Chelsea's brother had been distant. It had almost been like he was working for Bryan all over again, and it had been hard because some nights, when all she could think about was taking something, she needed him and he wasn't there. Still, he'd told her Gracie was missing, so this time at least she understood why he couldn't be around. He wasn't leaving her all the time because he was off killing people. He was trying to find Gracie.

So she did her best not to pester him about how often he was gone, stay in school, and keep away from drugs. She liked school, it was nice to have something normal to do. Something that kept her focused and her mind exercised. She'd always hated sitting around at Bryan's with nothing to do but drugs and drinking. She liked reading and doing homework, and she'd even tried out for cheerleading. It felt like she was actually able to have a semi normal life for the first time ever so, unlike ninety percent of the kids her age, she was grateful for school.

Whenever Matt was home though, she'd ask him if he had news of Gracie. She wanted her to be safe and found and she wanted her to be with her brother because that's what made him happy. She wanted so much for Matt it was ridiculous because he was always trying so hard for her, but she knew there was nothing she could do for him in return and it drove her nuts. The bet thing she could do was stay in school, take her medication appropriately, and give him one less thing to worry about.

She'd spent the Saturday at a friend Kelsie's house. The girl was a cheerleader, and kind of annoying, but Chelsea liked her because of how ridiculously normal her life was. She liked the simplicity of going to her house, studying for a test, doing each other's nails, listening to her petty adolescent drama, and eating diner with her brother and her parents. There was something calming about the fact that there were people out there so unbothered by they world that, when their boyfriend didn't text them back everything seemed to be falling apart. It was like borrowing someone's life for the day.

However, Matt had called in the middle of diner and demanded she get her ass home that instant so she knew whatever it was, it was urgent. Something Kelsie and her family probably couldn't even imagine happening. He definitely wasn't calling to discuss the latest Hollywood gossip or who did what in church last week.

So she'd gotten home right away only to find him throwing her shit frantically in a suitcase. "What the fuck?" She breathed, looking over the mess he'd made of her room and he just looked up at her and said they were leaving. "Yeah no shit, I'd like a little more than that please Matt." She'd spat and that was when he explained everything.

He hadn't even had to convince her. She'd helped him finish packing before driving with him to the airport and hopping the plane to Vegas to meet Tyler and, once they were finally pulling up to the house her brother had once shared with Tyler, she sighed and got out of the cab, looking it over. Looks like her life was back to being wild again.

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When the song ended another Bob Marley song came on and Gracie just rolled her eyes, before sitting down on the edge of her bed. She was miserable thinking about Matt every ten seconds of the day and all she wanted was him although she wasn’t willing to admit that due to her own stubbornness and if she was being completely honest with herself if he walked through the door she’d probably still treat him like shit, but deep down she’d be glad that he’d found her. Eventually though after Gerard had to leave her alone like always and she kind of missed his stupid music, because now it was silent and once again she was left alone with all of her torturous thoughts and that last night she’d spent with Matt, hell she wasn’t even sure he was even still alive and that was what killed her the most.

She made her way back over to the window seal, letting her feet hang out over the two story drop below. Her pack of cigarettes at her side as she lit another one and turned her gaze back out to the dark ocean. Her skin itched for a hit like it did every single day. When they’d first cut her off she’d honestly thought she was going to die, because he withdraws had gotten so bad.

Gracie had a lot of time to think and as much as she hated herself for being a complete bitch to Matt, she felt like shit for not being there for Chelsea. She loved the girl like he own sister, she’d die for her no questions asked, yet if Matt had died that night, Chels was either alone or thrown right back to Bryan and it was all Gracie’s fault. She found herself thinking about that more and more frequently. She also wondered what the hell was going to happen to her, not that her life was particularly horrible now, but she didn’t exactly like the idea of spending the rest of her life locked in a bedroom and her only human contact being with a guy who wouldn’t even fuck her to get her mind of things.



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When Matt had finally gotten to their old house, the three of them had taken a cab to the airport where Tyler had given them fake passports. He’d changed their names, so that they couldn’t be traced to leaving the country. Most people mistook Tyler for being a machine, stupid and not capable of being able to do anything but tae order. Only post people forgot who his father was and the life that he’d grown up. Most the people Tyler’s father dealt with, made Peter, Bryan, and Louie’s people look completely innocent. Tyler had grown up watching his father wheel and deal and get out of tight situations, it was second nature to Tyler. Which was what made him particularly dangerous.

To say that Tyler couldn’t wait to see Kylie was an understatement. It had felt like a hundred years since he’d seen her. So when they’d finally touched down in the French Rivera, he was becoming impatient with waiting. He lit himself a joint and took a long drag off of it as they waited to Marshall to get there.

“Listen, Louie’s got guys in Italy. The chances that they’ll connect everything is slim.” He said glancing to Matt as he blew out a breath of smoke. “But, not impossible.” He sighed. “We should probably continue to use our fake names, maybe change up our looks a bit.” He glanced to Chels. “What do you think Chels? I think brown would look good on you.” He smiled to her.

“Hey boys. Long time no see.” Bonnie’s voice interrupted, Tyler rolled his eyes as she stepped out of the car. “Chels, beautiful as always.: she smiled. “Marshy, get their bags.” Bonnie snapped mockingly. Tyler glanced to his brother who looked unamused, but Tyler couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah Marshy…get our bags.” Tyler smirked as he shoved his duffel bag in his brother’s arms.



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Finally, it was time for Marshall to go pick up his brother and Matt and Chels. Only Marshall wasn’t going alone. Bonnie had volunteered to come along claiming she was only looking out for him because she didn’t want him getting lost. He couldn’t stand her and her stupid nicknames for him, she had been particularly frustrating lately and he blamed that on the fact that she had started getting bored, because they were rarely allowed to go out.

Finally they’d gotten to the airport a little late, thanks to Bonnie’s wrong directions. Marshall stepped out of the car upon Bonnie’s order’s to get everyone’s bags like he was her personal bag boy. He rolled his eyes when Tyler teased him and handed him his bag, but it wasn’t worth fighting he was just glad that his brother, Chels, and Matt had made it safely. He tossed Tyler’s bag in the trunk before taking Matt’s bag from him. When he got to Chelsea, he glanced up holding her eyes and realizing for the first time just how beautiful she actually was. He’d meet her a few times before, but he’d always been busy making sure Tyler didn’t get in trouble to pay attention. He hadn’t realized he was staring until Tyler gave him a hard pat on the back and he sighed, glancing to his brother as Tyler slipped into the back seat of the car.

“Sorry.” he breathed. “You look good Chels.” He said giving her a soft smile, He’d known she was sick, not all the details, he’d only overheard Matt and Tyler talking a few times, but looking at Chelsea now, he could see the difference and how much more lively she looked. “I can take you bag.” He offered.



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Kylie felt like shit. She'd been feeling like shit for the past two months and it was driving her absolutely insane. All those months of keeping herself numb were coming back to bite her in the ass now and it was torturous that she couldn't reach for anything to take it all away. Every single day, she woke up hating herself for all the bullshit she'd pulled. Fucking around with Peter and Chase had been stupid, immature, and it had honestly done more damage than it did help.

If she wasn't hating herself for all the shit she'd done the past year, she was hating herself for ever walking away from Tyler. At the time, she'd thought she couldn't feel any lower than when he made her feel like shit but she'd been wrong. She'd fucked herself up more than he ever had. Now, she'd give anything to go back to the fucked up relationship they'd had before. Even if it hadn't exactly been functional and half the time it had been painful, on the times she was happy, she'd been genuinely happy.

Kylie missed him so much it hurt, and the thought that she might never see him again was agonizing. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did ever see him again, and it was honestly kind of terrifying to think about, but she'd sell her soul just to hear his voice again. Or see Gracie. There wasn't a single day that went by where she didn't think about Gracie.

Rick had told her she was safe and comfortable, which meant she was locked up the same way Kylie was, and it was a relief to know she was alive, but it wasn't like she got to see her and she knew, whatever they were keeping her alive for, they wanted Gracie for too, so it wasn't like they were living in luxury. She woke up everyday afraid that maybe they'd finally sell her off and she'd lose all hope of seeing anyone ever again.

It was a ridiculously boring existence. She did nothing but smoke cigarettes, walk around her room, hate herself, and read the books Rick brought her. Eventually, a knock came at her door and Kylie sighed. "You can come in." She called, letting Rick know she was decent because he'd walked in on her changing a few times and it wasn't like she particularly cared, but it had been kind of funny to see such a big guy's face get so red and embarrassed. Now he knocked whenever he was coming in.

Sure enough, it wasn't someone new, it was Rick who walked through the door, carrying a box with a tray on top, setting the tray on the table and the box on her bed. Kylie sighed and took a drag off her cigarette. The tray was covered in food and the box was filled with clean clothes to wear and books to read, she already knew that. "You should eat Ky." He said, gesturing to the food and Kylie just shrugged.

She'd lost weight over the past two months because, while she ate, she really only picked over the food they brought her. She had yet to eat a full meal, and she didn't really care. The hunger had stopped being painful weeks ago. At that point, it was nothing but an annoyance. "Kylie. For real. Eat." Rick tried arguing and she just shrugged again and went back to watching the barred window. Rick wasn't very good in an argument. She'd learned a long time ago that, if she ignored him long enough, eventually, he just gave up.

"Look, if you eat every last crumb on that fucking tray, I'll sneak you a beer." He finally said and Kylie turned and raised a brow at him, smirking as she brought her cigarette to her lips.

"A joint and a beer." She said, taking a long drag and she could tell her trying to negotiate frustrated Rick, because he ran his fingers through his hair, making her smirk as she watched him think it over.

"Fine, I'll be back in a little while. If that food isn't gone, and by gone I mean eaten, not torn into pieces and thrown through the bars in the window, then no deal." He finally said and she grinned as he slipped out of the room and she went and sat at the table, her stomach turning at the thought of eating so much food after months of picking at it.




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After they'd gotten to the house, Matt and Tyler had wasted very little time greeting each other, catching up, and all that bullshit. The two of them were so ridiculously anxious to see the girls, they were on the same page, meaning there wasn't a moment to waste. They just had to get the fuck on the plane.

Tyler was good, he'd hashed out all the details, gotten them bullshit passports, and, before they knew it, they were on the plane. Though Matt couldn't say he was surprised. He was one of the few people who knew Tyler well enough to know that, because this whole thing had been planned by him, it'd go off without a hitch. He'd worked with him for a long time. He knew he was meticulous and careful in his planning. It had been part of the reason the two of them had been completely untraceable in every murder they'd committed.

The plane ride was pretty long and Chelsea wouldn't stop talking, but honestly, he was kind of grateful for her constant chatter. Because she kept him from going insane with anticipation of seeing Gracie again and he knew her continual rain of words was her way of keeping herself sane too, so he just let it continue, not even bothering to try shutting her up.

Eventually though, they'd arrived and suddenly Chels was quiet as they sat waiting for Marshall. Part of him wanted to tell her that, when she finally did see Gracie, it might not be what she was expecting, Gracie had changed since Chelsea had last seen him. However, he stayed quiet because, not only did he not have the heart to tell her that Gracie might still be a raging bitch, but he himself wasn't entirely sure of what he'd find once he finally saw her again. He knew they were keeping her sober, so it might have brought her back to herself, or it might have made things that much worse, he honestly had no idea what would happen and it made him nervous and kept him from saying anything to Chelsea.

“Listen, Louie’s got guys in Italy. The chances that they’ll connect everything is slim.” Tyler said, pulling him from his thoughts and breaking the silence and Matt just nodded to let him know he was listening. “But, not impossible. We should probably continue to use our fake names, maybe change up our looks a bit.” He said and Matt sighed. “What do you think Chels? I think brown would look good on you.” He said to Chelsea and Matt smirked at her as she smiled, knowing she'd jump all over the idea of dying her hair.

Before she could say anything though, Bonnie's voice interrupted the conversation and he glanced up. Marshall was finally there. He sighed and lit himself a cigarette as Tyler's little brother started to pack their things in the car, smirking when he stopped in front of Chelsea, taking a second to stare at her in a way that made it clear he was interested.

Matt just moved from Chelsea's side to join Tyler in the car, taking a drag off his cigarette and waiting for Chelsea and Marshall to join them. The anticipation was literally killing him.




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They on the plane quickly, everything moving smoothly, and the fact that they were going to get to see Gracie and Kylie again was exciting enough that that really didn't care that her life had suddenly been blown apart again. She'd just started to make friends at school, made the cheerleading squad, and even had a couple of the football players interested in her. She'd pulled her shit together and felt great about the seemingly "normal" life she'd been living, and now everything was chaos again.

They were going into hiding from extremely dangerous men and hopping a plane across the world. It was scary to say the least, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that Matt was going to finally have Gracie back. He'd spent everyday of his life taking care of her since the day she was born, and, even though a lot of what he'd done had pissed her off, she knew, everything he'd ever done had been for her. If it wasn't for Matt she wouldn't be alive.

Which was why what she wanted didn't matter. All that mattered was that Matt finally did something for himself and got what he wanted. She just wanted him to be happy. It was the only way she could ever really repay him because honestly, as long as she had him to take care of her, she was happy anywhere, but she knew the only way he'd ever really be happy was with Gracie.

She was nervous and scared. She wasn't exactly a stranger to moving around, but it had never really gotten easier. Ever since the first time Matt had taken her from their father's house, everytime they moved, she started to feel nervous, jittery, and a little anxious. Packing up and leaving just wasn't her thing. She liked to be settled and feel safe, but she didn't throw a fit because she loved Matt and she knew why they had to go.

This time was particularly bad because they weren't just moving. They were running. They were going into hiding from men even worse than Bryan. So, no matter how hard she tried, the entire plane ride, she just couldn't shut herself up. She talked to Matt about everything that came to her mind, refusing to stop even for a minute because she was afraid if she did, her jumbled up nerves would cause her to explode.

Thankfully, he sat through her bullshit nonsense babble, and finally, they landed and she was quiet again because she ran out of things to say and the reality of the move had finally set in, meaning her nerves were settling a little. Tyler told them they should probably keep their fake names and suggested she dye her hair, making her smile, because, even if it was dangerous, the whole thing felt like something out of an action movie and thinking of it that way made it a little easier to deal.

Just then, Marshall arrived and Chels stayed quiet, watching him load the bags in the car before he stopped in front of her. He held her eyes, looking like he'd never seen her before and she knew the last time he'd seen her, she'd probably looked a lot worse. The cancer had been gone for a long time sure, but Bryan had kept her pretending. She'd eaten very little to keep herself looking frail and gaunt, and she'd made a point of looking like a hot mess, always wearing dark, smudged eye makeup and exploding into violent coughing fits every few minutes to keep up appearances. It hadn't really been too hard to look like a total crack head about ready to fall to pieces if someone looked at her too hard, considering she'd been one.

Since Matt had gotten her back, she'd cleaned herself up considerably and started eating healthily again. She still had a weak heart, but as long as she took her medicine, you'd never know it by looking at her and she was proud of how far she'd come. It had been a lot of work to pull herself back together.

“Sorry.” Marshall breathed realizing he was staring, making her smirk as Matt slipped over to the car. “You look good Chels.” He said giving her a soft smile, and she smiled back. “I can take your bag.” He offered and Chelsea glanced down, realizing she was still holding it before nodding and handing it to him.

"Thanks, you look good too Marshall, it's been a long time." She breathed with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair before glancing at the car where Matt was. "We should probably get going though, before our brothers explode." She smirked and slipped over to the car, sliding in next to Matt. He was chuckling softly under his breath like he thought something about her second with Marshall was amusing, making her roll her eyes with a smirk and nudge him hard in the ribs.

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Gracie glanced through her closet, boredly. She had a few nice things. Most of which Gerard had brought her, after she’d calmed down and wasn’t threatening to kill him or herself. She tied her long hair up into a messy bun , before slipping out of her shorts and t-shit, before slipping on a pair of short pajama shorts and a black cut off t-shirt. She clicked her tongue ring against her teeth wanting some kind of sound because for some reason it was more silent than normal. Usually she could hear the soft laughter of other from outside her door, but tonight it was agonizingly silent.

She grabbed the neon pink nail polish Gerard had brought her from her night stand before heading back to the window, letting one leg dangle out the window, while she rested her back against to side of the window and started painting over the chipped polish on her nails. She glanced up when soft music started playing in the distance like clockwork. She’d been able to keep track of how long she was there by the weekly festival that happened on the pier. It was always beautifully lit up and long after the sun set music started to play and even though it was mostly instrumentals they were always popular slow songs that she recognized and she honestly wondered what went on down there.

She’d give anything to be walking the pier with Matt and be able to dance with him and for once just be a normal couple. She was so lonely, she’d settle for Frankie or Louie and pretend to be normal with them. She envied the couples that she saw in the distance walking together and looking out over the water together. She moved to grab her pack of cigarettes only she knocked her nail polish down to the back yard below her, where Gerard was smoking and the nail polish shattered splattering neon pink polish all over his black clothes. Gracie bit her lip, laughing.

“Gigi, you’re going to be the death of me.” He smirked up at her. “What do you think though, pink’s my color right?” he teased.

“Oh definitely.” She laughed and for a moment, she was actually genuinely smiling and it felt kind of good. Over the past year and a half she’d almost forgotten what it was like to actually. Gracie sighed before her eyes flicked back to the pier and her thoughts drifted back to Matt.

“You should smile more kid.” Gerard interrupted her thoughts. “Your beautiful Grace, don’t forget that.” He said putting out his cigarette.

“Yeah.” She breathed glancing back down to him. “Matty thought so to.” She breathed only she hadn’t realized she’d said it out loud, she’d only thought she was thinking it, she wished she could take it back the second she’d said it, because it was easier lying to herself, telling herself he didn’t love her and that was why he hadn’t come for her yet. Only now she’d said it out loud and she could litteraly feel her heartbreak, it was painful to think that the only person who she’d ever been in love with, she fucked everything up with.



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Tyler was irritably anxious to see Kylie. He’d stayed sober for the past week, aside from weed, to make sure that he was completely clean when he saw her. He needed her to know what he really felt about her. He had thought of a million and one things that he wanted to say to her, only he knew that moment he saw her all of the things he’d rehearsed would go right out the window. She was the only girl who could make him breathless every single time he kissed her and make him loose his train of thought or make him feel nervous. She could drive him crazy, break him down, build him up, and make him fall in love with her over and over again and that was what he loved most about her. There was no question that if true love was real, he’d found it with Kylie.

That much was proof when he’d walked away from her when she’d asked or the fact that he was risking his life, his reputation, and his brother to get her away from a drug lords who could easily hunt him down and kill him. It was incredible the way he felt about her, but it scared the shit out of him to.

Despite the short ride to his father’s old mini mansion, it seemed ridiculously long. Bonnie’s voice filled most of the ride, filling both him and Matt in on how Kylie and Gracie had been over the past few months, but he hadn’t listened to her because he really couldn’t give a shit. Once they were at the house, he got out of the car, thanking his brother before slipping inside not bothering to wait for the others, because he really couldn’t wait any longer.

Inside he found Rick with a beer in his hand flipping through a Playboy magazine. “Nice Ricky.” Tyler smirked. “You take care of my girl?” he raised a brow. The guy was huge and if you didn’t know him he looked terribly intimidating, despite the fact that both him and his cousin Gerard were huge teddy bears until you pissed them off, then they turned into the Hulk.

Ricky scoffed. “Your girl don’t need anyone to take care of her, I’m glad you back, because she’d a handful. That pretty face is a fucking illusion.” He smirked.

“Yeah, that’s why I love her.” Tyler smirked before slipping down the hall and into the room Marshall said that Kylie was in. He slipped in quietly. “Hey babe…miss me?” he smirked wickedly knowing she’d probably be pissed at how casual he was so he might as well be an ass.



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"Thanks, you look good too Marshall, it's been a long time." she said handing him her bag and he sighed hating that he’d made an idiot out of himself. "We should probably get going though, before our brothers explode." She smirked and he nodded as he watched her slip into the car before stuffing the bags in the back of the car.

The ride was slow, despite the short distance. He blamed that mostly on the fact that Bonnie wouldn’t shut up. The girl was like a sister to him but at the moment he just wanted her to shut up. Ever since he’d been in charge of Gracie and Kylie he’d felt himself become a little colder. He wasn’t exactly sure why. He’d been drinking more and he hated himself for it, because when he drank he was mean and he wasn’t himself at all. He knew it had to do with the fact that now that Tyler was back, no one would need him. He’d go back to being Tyler’s kid brother and everyone would be fawning of Tyler for pulling off the kidnapping plan.

He was always in his brother’s shadow, half the time people didn’t even know Marshall existed. It had always been that way between the Decardie brothers. Tyler had always ben his father’s pride and joy, he’d always been the one everyone loved and then there was Marshall. It had never really bothered Marsh till now Rick, Gerard, and Bonnie had started raving that Tyler and Matt were finally coming over the past week or so. They’d stopped taking orders from him and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t kind of liked the power.

They finally pulled into the drive way and Tyler quickly thanked him before leaving him out there and Bonnie followed behind snapping her fingers at Marshall and he rolled his eyes. Marshall got out of the car and made his way around to the trunk popping it open glancing up to see Matt head inside as well, which only irritated him more.

“Yeah fuck you guys too.” He called after them slightly frustrated, which was particularly unusual for Marshall. He’d assumed Chels had gone in with Matt, so he just continued to mumble under his breath as he unloaded everyone’s shit.