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Cain Vanderpool

"Don't fuck with me and you'll be just fine."

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a character in “Under The Forever Moon”, as played by desire99600

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"I may be a cop, but that doesn't make me the good guy."



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Image| Full Name |
"It's a pretty simple name." Cain Matthew Vanderpool

| Nickname |
"It's one syllable, I'm sure you can handle it." Cain really doesn't have nicknames. He just goes by Cain.

| Age |
"Who cares?" twenty five years old

| Gender |
"Ouch." Male

| Role |
"Can't get enough of my job." Undercover FBI agent




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| Eye color |
"They're just blue." Much like his brother, Cain was blessed with incredible eyes that tend to attract women easily. Instead of just green though, they're sort of a mix between green and blue and are strangely bright.

| Hair Color |
"Uh, blonde?" Cain's hair is a dirty blond. He keeps it short, and styles it back to keep it out of his face most of the time. In the summertime, it's a lighter, golden blond, but in the winter, with the lack of sun, it often gets darker until it's almost a light brown color.

| Skin Tone |
"I tan pretty easily I guess." Cain likes being outside, so he's typically fairly tanned. Aside from this though, he also has a natural light tan to his skin. He's not quite so dark as his brother, but he's definitely not pale either. Even in the cloudiest winter, he manages to keep the sun-kissed natural bronze of his skin.

| Height & Weight |
"I train hard. So don't fuck with me." Seeing as Cain spends half his time working and the other half working out in order to be ready for work, Cain is extremely fit. He's the kind of guy most won't fuck with, not only because he carries himself in an intimidating way, but because he is fairly tall and built, making it easy for him to kick your ass.

| Distinct Markings |
"More than I can count."
Piercings
No piercings.
Scars
Cain has more scars than it would be practical to list. Most are faded and therefore not really noticeable, but some are still fairly obvious, such as various bullet scars, and the scars across the backs of his knuckles. He's been in a thousand fights and, though he's good, he hasn't always walked away unscathed. He's got a scar that runs from the tip of his shoulder, down to his elbow, and another across his back, almost shoulder to shoulder, as well as various bullet scars in scattered places, including two on his chest and three in the back. These are his largest and most noticeable scars. He has others too, but time has faded them. They're still there, they're just harder to see unless you're looking.
Tattoos
Cain, though he likes tattoos, only has a couple. He has a lion tattoo sitting between his shoulderblades, just under the scar that runs across them. He also has a gun pointing downwards tattooed on the inside of his left arm.




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| Likes |
"I like work."
♥ His dog, Joe Boxer the boxer
♥ His job
♥ Fighting
♥ Guns
♥ Fast cars
♥ Max
♥ Drinking
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Making an arrest
♥ Women
♥ Sex
♥ Sleeping in
♥ Warm weather
♥ Danger
♥ Coffee

| Dislikes |
"I fucking hate cats."
✗ Cats
✗ Cold weather
✗ Waking up early
✗ Really loud people
✗ Being bossed around
✗ Not being respected
✗ Crowds
✗ Clingy girls
✗ Annoying people
✗ Running
✗ Losing
✗ Being wrong
✗ Being argued with
✗ Stupid people

| Fears |
"Fear isn't permanent. It can be overcome."
Losing his job ➛ Though Cain's not exactly a "good guy", he has to say he loves his job, and fears losing it. He puts literally everything he has into his work. If he were to lose his job, he'd be devastated.
Losing Max ➛ Max and him are extremely close. He's the only family he's got left, and he wouldn't know what to do if he lost Max, even though sometimes they can drive each other nuts, Cain isn't totally sure what life would be like without Max, but it sure as hell wouldn't be as interesting or exciting.
Love ➛ Cain doesn't feel love for people or things aside from Max and he's afraid to, because he's afraid that, once he finds it, he'll fuck up and lose it.




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| Personality |
"just because I'm a cop, doesn't mean I'm a good guy." Cain, though a little less reckless than his younger brother, is still just as dangerous. He may be an FBI agent and may love his job, but that definitely doesn't make him safe, or someone you should trust. Really the only reasons he has the job are because of his multiple gang affiliations, and the fact that, unlike a lot of other guys, he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done.

Cain is intimidating just to look at. You know, upon his entering a room, he's not the kind of guy to be fucked with, not only because he is physically strong, but because of the way he carries himself, with a certain powerful arrogance that leads everyone to believe he's got a handle on everyone and everything in the room.

He's got a way of digging into you. He knows people, and knows what they want and what they fear, and how to give it to them. This makes him dangerous and for this reason, he's often the guy the FBI calls when they've got a criminal that's not cracking in interrogation. He literally never fails at breaking a person down. Even if it takes hours, he can get anyone to spill their guts.

He's also not afraid to do the dirty work, and does it efficiently. He's extremely smart, despite the fact that he dropped out of highschool, he is probably more intelligent than most harvard graduates. Throw him into any situation, and he'll figure a way out. This makes him pretty frightening, because he's the kind of guy who, if he's after you, you won't even know it until it's way too late.

He's also an incredible actor, making him the perfect undercover agent. He's great at his job and he loves it. It's literally almost all he does. He's somewhat of a workaholic. If there's no action-packed work to be done, he doesn't mind spending hours and hours doing paperwork, just so long as he's working. He likes having task to focus himself on.

Aside from work though, Cain isn't too sociable. He may know how to get in your head, but that doesn't exactly make him a people person. In fact, the only people he really cares to interact with when he's not working are his brother or the various girls he sleeps with. One on one, he can be a real asshole.

He's arrogant, and often times, rude. He really doesn't care if what he says or does offends you, he'll do or say it anyway.

With this cocky attitude, comes his horrible temper. Most of the time, he's dangerous in a calm, collected way, but if pushed far enough, he will, quite litterally explode, and there's no telling what he'll do.




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All My Life
Foo Fighters
All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in there
To give me just what I need?
Another reason to bleed
One by one hidden up my sleeve
One by one hidden up my sleeve

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]

Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]

All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, when it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one [8x]

[Yelling:]
Done, done, on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm on to the next one [2x]

Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [2x]

[Yelling]
Done, done and on to the next one
Done, I'm done, and I'm
On to the next.

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Resistance
Muse
Is our secret safe tonight
And are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place
Is this our last embrace
Or will the walls start caving in?

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it should have been right
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) To let our hearts ignite
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) Are we digging a hole?
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) This is out of control

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) It could never last
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) Must erase it fast
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it could have been right
(It could be wrong, could be...)

Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed

If we live a life in fear
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again

Kill your prayers for love and peace
You'll wake the thought police
We can't hide the truth inside

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it should have been right
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) To let our hearts ignite
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) Are we digging a hole?

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) This is out of control
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) It could never last
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) Must erase it fast
(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it could have been right
(It could be wrong, could be...)

Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed

The night has reached its end
We can't pretend
We must run
We must run
It's time to run
Take us away from here
Protect us from further harm
Resistance


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So begins...

Cain Vanderpool's Story

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Odessa had spent the majority of the day at the club listening to girls whining and crying. Emilio had brought new girls in, young girls who he’d no doubt bought. He’d killed one right in front of Odessa and the other girls, a bullet right between the eyes, but Dess didn’t even flinch. It was a sign of power, to show all of them that he wasn’t fucking around. Then when he didn’t want to deal with the other three, he’d put Dessa in charge of showing them around and training them if you will.

They gave her a massive head ach and at one point she’d had to snort a few lines of coke to keep her from biting their heads off. She couldn’t understand why they couldn’t stop crying, it wasn’t going to get them anywhere, she’d learned that a long time ago. Eventually though a few of Emilio’s men came in and cleared out the club, taking the girls to their rooms for the night and leaving Dess alone in the dressing room. She hadn’t seen Mila all day and it made her wonder where the hell she was, then again, she was probably spending the day in bed with Emilio or he’d sold her off for the day. The thought made her cringe.

She sat at the vanity, nothing more than a lacy bra and matching panties, an expensive looking long silk rob and a pair of eight inch heels. Her long black hair flowing down her back as she looked over herself in the mirror, reapplying her deep red lipstick. She was looking forward to the party, because it was the only time Emilio really let her and Mila have time to themselves mostly because he was too busy making business deals.

“Mustang.” She heard Ángel’s voice from the door way, the was what everyone referred to her as unless of course it was Emilio or Mila or someone was talking about both her and Mila. Otherwise everyone knew her by her stage name. She glanced up giving him a small smile. “You have a visitor babe.” He smirked stepping out of the way a bit reveling Avalon.

“Hey princess.” Dess smiled as he r daughter walked over to her wrapping her arms around her neck, she kissed her daughter on the cheek before Ava sat down across from her and Ángel closed the door leaving them alone for the moment. Dessa lit a cigarette taking a long drag from it.

“You know dad says those things will kill you dead.” The little girl smirked up at her mom. “He also says that I’m going on vacation.” She said picking up her mother’s lipstick and running it across her lips. Dessa was quick to grab the lipstick out of her daughter’s hands.

“Don’t call him that, he’s not your father.” She spat bitterly “And what the hell do you mean you’re going on vacation?” Ava just shrugged copying Dessa and snatching her mother’s cigarette from her fingertips, raising it to her lips like she was going to take a drag.

“Well he kind of is my dad, I see him more then I see you.” She shrugged and Dessa clenched her jaw, that stung, she couldn’t help but think of how bitter Ava would be towards her when she was a teenager, how bitter Emilio had already made her, the smell of smoke brought her from her thoughts and she glanced to her daughter who’d taken a drag from the cigarette. She grabbed her hand a little more roughly then she meant to causing Ava to glare at her. “He said something about visiting my grandma.” She spat, Spanish accent thick.

With her free hand Dessa took the cigarette back putting it out. The older Ava got the less time Emilio let her have with her and every time she saw her she seemed to hate Dessa that much more and it was more than frustrating.

“Alright times up.” Ángel said coming back into the room and Dessa sighed letting go of Ava’s Wrist and the little girl headed towards Ángel.

“I love you, Avie.” She called after her but Ava didn’t respond. “God damn it.” Dessa sighed frustrated. She hated that Ava called him dad and what she hated even more is when Emilio would send her away for long periods of time and Dess had no idea where he was sending her.

Eventually she got dressed, slipping into a pair of short shorts and throwing on tank top, pulling the silk rob back on and heading outside, pushing her expensive sunglasses up the bridge of her nose as she slipped into the back seat of a black SUV. The drive was fairly long and she spent most of it, driving herself crazy about where the hell Emilio was sending her daughter. Finally they pulled into the drive way of the huge mansion. Emilio like everything perfect and his house was no exception. There were a few moving trucks and she knew all too well that one was fill with booze and the other with drugs. She thanked the driver before getting out of the car and heading inside only to be greeted in the entry way by Emilio’s three pitbulls.



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Max had spent the night in some random hotel room like always, with some girl he’d meet at the bar and he’d slipped out of the room before she’d woken up. He hadn’t even gotten her name, because it really didn’t matter. She was beautiful, that much was obvious. He’d reeled her in simply because she was coming off of a bad break up and she’d told him how much her ex had fucked her up, yet he’d used her and left her and didn’t feel even a little bad about it. It was like he was numb to feeling anything for anyone or at least that’s what he’d trained his mind to believe.

After he’d left her, with absolutely no evidence to find him, he’d gotten on his Harley and headed down to the police station. He put his shit in the locker room and debated on calling his brother, but decided against it, because he knew his brother was probably already somewhere in the building. He slipped into a pair of gym shorts before heading into the Police Gym.

There were a few other working out and he smirked when he saw one of the rookie cops that he often hooked up with. It never failed, despite the fact that she was engaged, they somehow always ended up hooking up and he fiancé still had found out. She smacked her ass as he walked by.

“Keep those filthy hands off me Vandrpool.” She smirked as she started wrapping his hands with sports tape. “Where the hell have you been, the chief’s looking for you.” She said and he didn’t missed the way her eyes ran over him as he slipped off his shirt.

“Around.” He shrugged shooting her a cocky wink as he stepped up to one of the punching bags “Don’t act like you don’t like it Lisa.” He smirked, before tuning everything else out around him and focusing solely on the music, taking a deep breath as he started to punch it and work out his tight muscles.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been going out it, all he knew was at one point the chief had found him pulling him out of his concentrated haze and when he glanced around Lisa had gone and he was alone. He showered quickly before changing into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt before heading to the Chief’s office. Apparently they had their work cut out for them on this next case. He sat casually on the edge of the Chief’s desk as he waited for both the chief and his brother in the empty office. He couldn’t actually remember a case that they’d been given separately, they were hardly ever separated when it came to cases and Max honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

He glanced to the bowl of M&M’s on the chief’s desk, grabbing it and popping a few into his mouth, being slightly obsessed with them, they’d been his go to when he’d tried to give up alcohol only it hadn’t worked out and he’d just gotten addicted to the candy. He picked out the brown ones, tossing them behind him carelessly.



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"Get up and get dressed." Emilio's voice practically ordered as he got out of bed, pulling his jeans on. Mila stayed right where she was, in his bed, watching him as he buttoned up a shirt and slid a gun into the waistline of his jeans. She'd spent the entire day in bed with him, which was a pretty easy day in her life. There were a hell of a lot worse people and things she could have spent the day doing.

She sighed and reached across to his nightstand, grabbing a cigarette and lighting one, taking an extremely long drag. "Why?" She asked, turning her head and looking him over. "You're just going to come right back here after you're done with whatever you're leaving me to go do and fuck me again." She shrugged and took a drag off her cigarette, glancing at the ceiling as she exhaled the smoke above her. "What's the point in getting up and getting dressed? I'm exhausted Emilio, you woke me up in the middle of the night last night and dragged me here. Can't I get a few hours sleep?"

He rolled his eyes and walked over to her, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her to her feet in front of him. "Why do you always argue with me Mila?" He spat, gripping her hair tighter. "When I tell you to do something, you do it, it's that simple. Now, if you want to be allowed to go to the party tonight, you'd better fucking do what I say." He said, knowing that would get her to cooperate. Parties were the only time she had a little freedom.

"Okay." She breathed, holding his eyes. "Sorry."

"Good girl." He smirked and kissed her hard on the lips before finally releasing her and moving away. "I've got some shit to do." He said, heading for the door while she pulled her bra and panties back on.

"Wait." She breathed, running over to him just as he was about to slip out, turning him to face her and kissing him on the lips. "Can you give me something before you go?" She breathed against his lips. Normally, she had access to her own drugs, but he'd been keeping her on a tight leash lately, seeing as just the week before she'd tried to O.D. Mila kissed along his jaw, running her fingers down his chest and drawing circles with her fingers at his waistline. "Please?" She whispered, tone begging, knowing he'd love that.

It took a second, but finally he nodded. "Fine." He said, grabbing her hair and pulling her lips to his, walking her backwards until she was pressed hard against the wall, kissing her and letting a hand roam her skin while his other hand expertly got a needle ready. It felt like too long since her given her something so strong. She'd spent the day in bed with him smoking weed and doing a couple lines of coke, but he hadn't shot her up in what felt like ages so when the needle came down on her arm, she instantly moaned. Fox felt his lips smirk against her neck as he slid the needle in and she moaned a second time when the drug hit her veins.

Finally, he pulled away, and Fox stood there, leaning against the wall, closing her eyes and enjoying the drug. "Thank you." She breathed and he nodded and kissed her forehead before slipping out of the room leaving her alone.




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"Do you really have to go?" Cain sighed and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands as the girl he'd been sleeping with a lot lately came over to him, wearing his shirt, bottle of wine in her hands. She climbed into his lap and kissed him and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. "We've been in bed all day, why ruin it now? Let's just crack open some wine and spend the night in bed too." She breathed between kisses.

Cain sighed and pulled away. "Lilly, babe, as stressful as my job is, I really have to get to it." He smirked and moved her off his lap, pulling on his jeans before standing and turning to her, leaning over her and kissing her lips. She was a cute blond with a pixie cut and an attitude that he liked, but she was just a little too attached and he knew that meant he'd have to cut her off soon.

As he kissed her, he reached down and pulled his shirt off her, breaking the kiss for only a second to get it off before kissing her again, leaning her back on the bed a little so he could rub the inside of her thigh, smirking when she moaned. "Please stay." She breathed against his lips and he sighed and pulled away, standing upright again and pulling his shirt he'd taken from her on over his head.

"Can't." He shrugged. "Sorry doll face, I might be back later, you're welcome to wait if you want, but I might not come home tonight. Depends on what the boss has for me. It sounded pretty urgent when I spoke to him on the phone." He said and kissed her one more time before handing the bottle of wine back to her. "Go ahead and keep that though." He smirked and turned, grabbing his jacket and his keys on the way out of his apartment.

He had a fairly nice apartment, modern, with lots of glass walls, an incredible view, and uncomfortable furniture, but that was fine with him, he liked it that way. It was never a mess, everything was clean, but aside from showering, eating, and bringing home girls, he never really used it. He was at work most of the time. He really only liked the place because it was impressive.

At the station, he was inside for less than a minute when one of the secretaries came and told him to meet the chief in his office. He told her he would and made his way back to the office, slipping inside to find his brother there, snacking on M&Ms, tossing away the brown ones like usual. "Guess it's something big." He said, referring to whatever job the chief wanted them for. "If he's sending both of us." He smirked and sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

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Dessa lend down petting each of the dogs, giving them equal attention, before glancing up and see Emilio coming down the large marble staircase and she knew exactly where he was coming from. She only sighed as she stood up straight, he whistled signaling for the dog to go he paused in front of her and she merely crossed her arms in front of her looking up at him and he smirked down at her like he could tell what she was thinking before she said anything.

“Lighten up baby, you could kill with that look of yours.” He smirked wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. He lifted her chin forcing her to look at him, before leaning in and kissing him and she hated herself for kissing him back but she just couldn’t help it. He pulled away running his thumb across her lower lip and she let out a soft sigh holding his gaze.

“Em, just tell me-“ he cut her off before she could finish with a hard slap to the face, her jaw clench and her face stung as he forced her to look at him.

“Forget about Ava, she’s fine. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop asking questions.” He hissed centimeters from her face. “She doesn’t belong to you.” He said cruelly. “Go get ready, we don’t want you looking like a cheap whore.” He smirked wickedly and she only nodded as she headed up the stairs.

She wiped the blood from her nose and already knew she’d have to cover up what was soon to be a fat lip. She wanted to fight him, but she didn’t want him to keep her on his arm the entire party as a punishment for talking back, so she kept her mouth shut. Her and Mila’s relationships were very different when it came to Emilio. He used Mila more for sexual purposes as if she was his girlfriend, where he treated Dessa more like a wife, they didn’t sleep together as often as him a Mila and he often relied on her to take care of things involving the other strippers, she also tended to do a lot of the cooking and cleaning.

She passed Emilio’s room on the way to her room see that it was cracked which more or less meant someone was in there. She placed her hand on the door gently pushing it open seeing he best friend she lend in the door way looking her over for a moment, giving her friend a soft smile.

“All day huh?” she sighed. “You didn’t miss much at the club if that makes you feel any better, just a bunch of new blood.” She shrugged, running her fingers through her long dark hair. “Oh, I got you something.” She smirked digging into her pocket and pulling out a small bag of coke with a few joints in it, tossing it to her friend. “You didn’t get it from me though.” She smirked.



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He didn’t have to glance up to know it was his older brother who’d walked through the door, he just popped a handful of M&Ms in his mouth before glancing to his brother with a smirk. "Guess it's something big. If he's sending both of us." he smirked as he sat down at one of the chairs in front of the desk.

Max stood up setting the bowl back down on the desk as he sat down in the seat next to his brother. “Or he’s finally decided to fire both of us.” He teased. “Oh maybe he’s promoting us, that’d be nice.” He said kicking his feet up on the desk.

“You don’t deserve a raise kid.” The chief’s gruff voice came from behind them as he walked over to his seat, avoiding the scattered M&Ms on the floor. “God Damn it Vanderpool, what the hell is wrong with you.” He said sitting down on the other side of the desk across from the boys who he considered his sons. “Your cleaning that up before you leave my office.” He ordered to which Max simply rolled his eyes.

Max was nitrous for disobeying everyone’s orders, including the chiefs. Only really doing what he was told if he knew he had too, the worst part was he got away with it and that’s why he continued to do it. Everything was game to Max and everyone aside from his brother was living in his world, at least that had always been his mind set. The Chief shoved his feet off the table and Matty let out a frustrated sigh. The Chief opened up his desk drawer pulling out a case file and dropping it in front of the two brothers.

“This is our biggest case.” He started. “We’ve been holding off and waiting for the okay to go through with it, because the isn’t a state case it’s a national case and seeing as you two are my best, it’s going to you two and you better not fuck it up.” He smirked already knowing they’d have a handle on it. “It’s not going to be easy.” He said glancing between the two boys. “You’ve got an hour to brief yourselves on thirty-five years of criminal history involving the Black nights and the Valentino family.” He said standing up and slapping down two plain tickets on top the case file. “You guys leave for Cancun in an hour.” He finished.

“Fucking Cancun? Mexico?” Max glanced to the chief before throwing a smirk in his brother’s direction as the chief nodded confirming his questioning. “It’s fucking spring break you know what that mean…” he smirked at his brother. “Were getting fucking laid.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” The chief rolled his eyes as he slipped out of his office.



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Fox stood there for a minute, leaning on the wall with her eyes closed, letting out a long deep sigh, hating her life not for the first time. She opened her eyes and glanced up when the door creaked, smirking when she saw Dess in the doorway. “All day huh?” She sighed and Mila just turned away and shrugged, grabbing her silk robe off the ground and slipping it on, wrapping it around herself. She hated that Emilio treated her like nothing but a cheap fuck when, in order to keep herself from going crazy, she had to convince herself she loved him. However, she was used to it and, as far as she was concerned, there were worse things to be doing than spending all day in bed with Emilio. “You didn’t miss much at the club if that makes you feel any better, just a bunch of new blood.” Mila was glad she was turned away when she said that because she winced. It didn't make her feel any better. It always broke her heart to see the new girls, knowing that, in less than a year, they'd be just like her, in love with anything that could cause her pain or kill her faster.

“Oh, I got you something.” Dess said from behind her, pulling her from her thoughts and Mila turned on time to catch the bag she tossed at her, smirking when she looked down at it in her hand. “You didn’t get it from me though.” She smirked and Fox grinned.

"Fuck, I could kiss you babe." She smirked. "You know, maybe I will." She walked over to her and placed a hand on the back of her neck, placing a kiss on her forehead before slipping past her and into her room, closing the door behind her.

Inside, she sat at her vanity and stared at herself in the mirror for a while, forcing herself not to break down and cry or snort the whole bag of coke and off herself. Eventually, she cut herself only a few lines, just to pick herself up before finally getting ready.

She cranked her music up loud, knowing Emilio was out and he wouldn't come banging on her door before starting. She curled her long dark hair in huge, soft, glamorous curls, adorned her eyes with glitter and wing-tipped black liner, and slicked her lips with the brightest red lipstick she owned.

Once her hair and makeup were done, she slipped into her closet, pulling on a black and white lacy underwear set before slipping into a tight black dress with a corset-like middle. Fox smirked, looking over her shoes and plucking a pair up, heading out to her bed and sitting on it's edge. She pulled her hair to one side and leaned over to pull on a pair of thigh-high lace tights and lace up some strappy black stilettos.

As she was lacing up her second heel, her music flipped off suddenly and she glanced up to see Emilio standing at her stereo. She finished her shoe and leaned back on her palms with a smirk, looking him over, hoping he wouldn't glance over and see the coke still on her vanity and most likely slap her around for it. His eyes raked slowly over her and she grinned wickedly as he walked over to her just as slowly. "You look hot babe." He smirked, leaning down and placing a hand on the back of her neck, kissing her, pulling back slowly as he did so she had to lean up, following him in order to keep kissing him. "So hot I'm tempted to forget the party and fuck you right now." He smirked against her lips before pulling away and sitting next to her. "Got you something while I was out." He shrugged, tossing two boxes in her lap like it was no big deal.

The first was a box of her favorite cigarettes that she was running low on. The second was longer and velvet, and she raised an eyebrow at him, lifting it and opening it. Inside, was a simple silver chain with a single, but beautiful diamond sitting on it. He grinned at the expression on her face and took the box from her, gathering her hair in one hand and she turned so her back was to him so he could put it on for her. It was simple, but glittered beautifully and rested just under her collar bones. "Hurry up and get downstairs, it's starting to fill up." He said placing a kiss on the side of her neck before dropping her hair, standing, and slipping out of her room, leaving her alone.




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Cain watched as Max sat next to him, leaving his M&M mess. “Or he’s finally decided to fire both of us. Oh maybe he’s promoting us, that’d be nice.” He said and Cain laughed as Max kicked his feet up and the chief came in, shooting that idea down instantly and pushing his feet down and telling him he was going to have to clean up his M&M mess.

Cain watched as the man pulled out a file and dropped it onto the desk, making him raise his eyebrows. It was a thick file. Whoever they were after was extremely wanted.

“This is our biggest case.” He started and Cain listened. “We’ve been holding off and waiting for the okay to go through with it, because the isn’t a state case it’s a national case and seeing as you two are my best, it’s going to you two and you better not fuck it up.” He smirked and Cain smirked back. “It’s not going to be easy. You’ve got an hour to brief yourselves on thirty-five years of criminal history involving the Black nights and the Valentino family.” and stood, tossing two plane tickets on top of the file. “You guys leave for Cancun in an hour.” He finished.

Max made some sort of joke and the chief spat back as he slipped out of the room but Cain wasn't paying attention, he reached for the file and started flipping through it. "Fuck, this is going to be great, we better get going." He smirked, glancing up at his brother.

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"Fuck, I could kiss you babe." She smirked and Odessa matched her smirk. "You know, maybe I will." she walked up to her placing a hand on the back of her neck and placing a kiss on her forehead, before slipping past her across the hall to her room and Dess took that as her cue to start getting ready as well, because she knew before long, Emilio would come and check on them to make sure they were ready.

She slipped into her bedroom and turned up the music loud enough to drown out Mila’s. She showered, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around her, feeling the need to smoke. She pulled her hair to one side as she stepped out on the balcony that over looked the back yard, where a few people were already hanging out, the pool lights turning on as the sun started to set. One of the guys cat called up to her, she returned the call by flipping him off and heading back into her room, dropping her towel to the floor.

She made her way to her walk in closet, almost everything she owned was black leather and she smirked as she looked over her outfits deciding what to wear. She slipped on a pair of burgundy lace panties and a matching bra, that pushed up her boobs, not that she really needed it. She Slipped on a pair of low rise leather skinny jeans, before pulling on a black sleeveless leather vest, though now bothering to zip it up. Exposing her incredible body art and fit body. She slipped a on a pair of blood red stilettos, with black spikes decorating the heel, making her taller then she already was.

After she was dressed she made her way to her bathroom, straightening her long hair, which once completely straighten reached just above her hips. Finally she lined her chocolate eyes with thick black liner and painted her lips with a deep black-purple lipstick. She looked over herself in the mirror. She definitely looked more like she belonged in a bicker bar hanging on the arm of a tough motorcycle gang member, not trapped with some violent drug lord.

She opened the cabinet under her sink up to an array of different heavy prescription drugs from valium to oxycodone. She mixed a couple pain killers together, popping them into her mouth and chasing them with a whisky, before putting the whisky bottle back and shutting the cabinet. She wanted to be numb and forget how fucked up everything actually was. The room went silent and when she stood up she saw him in the mirror behind her.

“I’ve got word, there’s going to be undercover cops here tonight.” He walking up behind her, moving her hair from her to one side as he kissed along her shoulder and she lend into him closing her eyes and loving the way his lips felt on her skin. “I want you to find them.” He breathed against her skin, before wrapping a hand full of her hair around his fist and turning her to face him. “If you find them…I’ll let you spend some time with Ava.” He smirked

“You got yourself a deal sweetheart.” Dessa smirked wickedly as she fisted his shirt in her grip and pulled her lips to his. “No get the fuck out of her.” She said shoving him away and he listened slipping from the room, leaving her alone again. She lend over the sink looking herself over in the mirror. With the way she looked and her experience, she could get any guy to crack, it was a piece of cake, plus picking out the cops were always easy she’d done it several times before for Emilio.



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To say that Cain and Max were stoked would be an understatement. Max was all about partying and unbeknownst to just about everyone but his brother, he liked his fair share of drugs of course if his job found out it’d be hell, he just couldn’t help it though. He’d been raised in the gang life, drugs had always been easy for him to obtain especially since one of his best friends was a drug lord. Though he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to having a bad feeling.

Their boss had managed to get them first class on the airplane and as soon as they’d boarded he’d gone from party mode to work mode and started reading over the files, absorbing every possible detail. He was good at cramming under pressure. You could give Max a week to learn something and he’d pick it up the last day and memorize it no problem.

The case was brutal and dangerous and as he read over, he knew that even though him and his brother were a perfect team, this case would be anything but simple. They definitely had their work cut out for them. He’d heard of the Valentino family before, from Victor. Though he hadn’t head everything and Emilio sounded like the worst of the worst. If they brought him down it would be a blood bath and they wouldn’t be bring him in alive that was for sure.

According to the files Emilio was the top drug lord in Mexico and Cuba. He had dealings in the black market, he ran huge cartel’s, owned a strip club, and bought and sold girls like some kind of dog breeder, it was absolutely sickening the stuff he was reading.

Eventually the plane touched in Cancun and along with Max and his brother were about a million college students ready to get fucked up and it was weird to think that none of them had any idea what him and his brother were there for, because they blended in so perfectly. They had a car waiting for them and Matty slid into the car and they were headed to their hotel to get ready for Emilio’s party. Once at their room it didn’t take Max long to get ready looking like a normal American douche bag from LA who was in Cancun for nothing more than drugs, sex, and girls.

“What do you think?” He said looking to his brother, gesturing to his outfit. Wearing a pair of nice jeans and a button up shirt that fit him perfectly, shaping to all his muscles. “I think it says I’m classy, yet I’m still here to party.” He smirked. “All I know is if they don’t have some damn M&Ms and so grade A booze at this party, I’m leavin’.” He shrugged like he was serious as he stuffed his wallet into his pocket. “Alright Homo let’s go.” He said teasing his brother.



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Mila didn't head downstairs right away. She stayed in her room and smoked two of the joints Odessa had given her, laying on her bed. She loved parties because Emilio was too busy making deals to keep an eye on her so she actually had some breathing room.

After the second joint she finally sighed and stood, flicking the remains of it away and walking over to her vanity. She looked herself over, bringing her fingers up to twirl the diamond Emilio had gotten her, smirking. There were a lot of times she hated him because he was all she had, but he had her, Dess, the other girls at the club, and countless others as well. And it's not like she was surprised or anything. She wasn't expecting him to get on one knee and propose. She was nothing but a drug lord's whore.

But there were times when he made it a little more bearable. Like when he realized she was running low on cigarettes and bought her her favorites, or when he came home with a diamond for her just because he felt like it.

Fox sighed and pulled away from the mirror, grabbing the pack of cigarettes he'd bought her, the thin, colored kind with gold filters, pulling out a pink one and lighting it before slipping the rest of the pack into her bra and heading down the stairs, cigarette between her lips.




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The flight was more than comfortable. They were riding first class, and Cain and Max didn't really speak. Mostly because the two of them were too busy pouring through the files, cramming like experts. Cain had never really new good in school. Her actually dropped out if Highschool, but the fact of the matter was he was smarter than most college graduates. He could memorize anything you threw at him within minutes and knew people like the back of his hand. It was short notice, the case, but he wasn't worried, and from the looks of it, neither was Max. Then again, Max never looked worried.

By the time they landed, Cain knew enough to know that what they'd signed up for was pretty dangerous shit. Clearly, it was thrilling Max, mostly because he knew the job was going to involve a lot of sex, drugs, and liquor, three things that always seemed to come first with him. But Cain was a little less stoked.

Not that he wasn't excited. The job was practically made for the two of them. They'd been raised with gangs. Specifically the gang that was always butting heads with Emilio's. It would be hard for any of them to pick them out. He knew they could do it, and he was thrilled to have a job where he could do as many drugs, drink as much booze, and sleep with as many women as he wanted and not get fired, he was just a little more cautious. Because he knew it was dangerous. To the point where, either they succeeded, or they were killed. And that wasn't something he took lightly. He wasn't quite as reckless as Max.

“What do you think?” Cain heard Max and came out of their hotel room's bathroom, tossing on a button up and starting to do the buttons as he looked his brother over. “I think it says I’m classy, yet I’m still here to party.” He smirked and Cain matched his smirk, finishing buttoning his shirt before grabbing his guns, tucking them into the waistline of his jeans. “All I know is if they don’t have some damn M&Ms and so grade A booze at this party, I’m leavin’. Alright Homo let’s go.” He teased.

Cain laughed and went to the door, holding it open and gesturing for him to go on. "After you, asshole." He laughed, readier than ever to get going.

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Dessa could hear the loud Latin music down stairs. It was soothing and something she found comfort in, she could dance all night and loose herself. It was the one thing she loved to do, because it was the one night when Emilio allowed her to be all over other guys, for the most part anyways, unless he decided it was his turn. She headed out of her bathroom grabbing her gold and metallic pink cigarette case. She hardly ever went anywhere without the thing, she was shamelessly addicted to cigarettes.

She headed down the stairs and she could already feel eyes on her, she was used to people looking at her simply because they knew she belonged to Emilio, not to mention all her tattoos, and to top it all off how beautiful she is. It was really a shame that she couldn’t actually live and get out. Familiar Spanish chatter filled the room mixed with the music and already she felt more free, than ever and she loved the feeling.

She grabbed a drink and downed it quickly, before heading outside, where it was dark. She had a job to do and that was to scope out the narcs. She knew what would happen to them, Emilio would kill them on the spot in front of everyone. The thought made her wince, because she was signing there death certificate, by turning them over to him, but she had to remember what she was doing it for.

“You know baby, it’s a real shame you sitting over here by yourself.” A familiar voice made her look up from where she was sitting to see Angel extending his hand and she took it as he pulled her up from her seat, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Shit Mustang, your so fucking beautiful. If you were my girl…” she cut him off.

“If I was your girl? What? You show me all the finer things in life?” she smirked. “Please Angle, you now better then him and you and I both know that.” She said kissing along his jawline. “Now go find some other poor girl to seduce, unless your lookin to get yourself killed.” She smirked and he sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He said releasing her and walking away. She sat on the edge of one of the pool chairs leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked over the crowed.




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Max tucked his guns into his holsters along his waistline. "After you, asshole." his brother said causing him to smirk as they headed out of the room and down stairs.

“Holy shit.” Max’s eyes widened when he saw another one of their co-workers waiting in the parking lot, standing by a flashy black viper. “The Chief wasn’t fucking around, he hooked up.” He said as he admired the car pausing in front of it. “I’m drivin, Alfred the keys.” He said in a mocking rich guy tone.

“You’re a prick Max.” their co-worker said tossing him the keys with a roll of his eyes. Him and Cain were heading the case, but they also had a large amount of back up that took up half the motel they were staying in.

“I know and you all love me because of it.” He said in an arrogant tone as he climbed into the driver’s seat turning the ignition as the car roared to life. He waited for his brother to get in before peeling out of the parking lot like he was a badass.

The GPS was already set in the car and so he simply followed it driving way to fast, windows down, music blaring. The warm salty spring air was refreshing and nothing like the thick haze of the Los Angeles air. They drove along the beach as they made their way to the wealthier side of time. The house getting bigger the deeper they drove, before finally pulling up to a huge house. The party was already underway and he pulled just outside the fence, parking the car and cutting the engine.

“All joking aside, we meet back at the car at one, if you’re not back I’ll come find you vice versa…agreed.” He said a more serious hint to his voice. By one am they usually had gathered the information they needed, it was their normal time to meet up and make sure everything was okay. He tossed his brother the key’s “I’ll lose them if I keep them.” He smirked. “You should lighten up and try to have a little fun.” He shrugged before stepping out of the car and heading towards the party not bothering to wait for his brother.

He slipped inside easily, heading straight to the kitchen and easily blending and making himself more at home then he probably should, but the reality of it was it would keep him under the radar if he acted like he belonged there instead of looking nervous. He lend against the counter, taking a sip of tequila as he looked out over the crowed. The liquor felt good as it burned down his throat soothing his itch for alcohol.



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As soon as she was downstairs, Fox grabbed herself a bottle of liquor and took a seat on one of the couches, crossing her legs and alternating between inhaling off her cigarette and taking a drink from the bottle. She ignored most of the guys that came up to her, giving them the cold shoulder because she knew they only wanted her when Emilio wasn't watching. When they could get it for free.

Most of them couldn't even start a conversation with her without saying something stupid about her being the prettiest girl in the room, or wondering why "a girl like her" was sitting alone. She wasn't about to waste her one night of freedom on idiots. She was going to spend it with someone who really knew what they were doing. Someone who excited her and didn't need to rely on stupid pickup lines to get in her panties.

Eventually, a particularly obnoxious man sat next to her, two drinks in hand, offering one to her, starting to talk like no one she'd ever heard talk before. It was incredible, the capacity the man had for fitting so many words into one breath. Not to mention the continual repetition of the word "I". Whoever he was, he liked to talk, and his favorite subject was himself. It was boring as fuck.

Fox wasn't really paying attention though. She was pretty much ignoring him. Her eyes, instead, landed on a man she watched walk into the kitchen, striding out of nowhere and blending in seamlessly. She was pretty sure she'd never seen him before and that struck her as strange. Because even though the party was huge, anyone who fit in that well she was bound to at least have seen, on account of the fact that Emilio sold her off to the guys he dealt with all the time. He also didn't look Mexican or Hispanic in any way really. He looked American.

By that point, the man's words were just a blur of background noise as she watched the man, bringing her cigarette to her lips and inhaling slowly. She watched him stop and turn to look over the crowd and that was when she met his eyes and smirked, blowing the smoke out the corner of her red painted lips. The guy next to her had paused in his personal backstory for a minute to ask her a question and was repeating it over and over again, even nudging her a little and trying to look where she was, wondering what was distracting her.

But Fox simply rolled her eyes, like she was utterly bored, and kept the man's gaze as she took one more drag off her cigarette before pulling it away from her lips and bringing the glowing red tip down on the inside of her upturned arm in her lap. It burned like hell, but she kept a straight face the whole time, and closed her eyes, almost like she enjoyed the pain, until it was completely out. "What the fuck?" She heard the man next to her breathe and Mila smirked and opened her eyes, pulling her cigarettes out of her bra and lighting a new one as she stood, giving the man in the kitchen one last look before smirking and slipping into the crowd, fingers rubbing the angry red burn mark on the inside of her wrist.




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Cain followed his brother downstairs, smirking when he saw the car in the lot. “Holy shit. The Chief wasn’t fucking around, he hooked us up.” Max said, pretty much voicing his thoughts as he looked over the flashy vehicle. “I’m drivin, Alfred the keys.” He said mockingly.

Cain laughed and got in the passenger seat as their co-worker spat back and Max was quick to retort, as always before finally peeling out of the lot, taking the roads at breakneck speed, windows down, music up.

Eventually, they arrived at the enormous mansion in the file and Max cut the engine. “All joking aside, we meet back at the car at one, if you’re not back I’ll come find you vice versa… Agreed.” He said and Cain nodded, having already assumed that was part of the plan, seeing as it always was.

They got out of the car to head inside and Max tossed him the keys, and he caught then and slipped them in his pocket. “I’ll lose them if I keep them.”[b] Max smirked. [b]“You should lighten up and try to have a little fun.” He shrugged and Cain watched him head into the party, smirking and rolling his eyes before following.

Huge was an understatement, as was flashy or crowded. The party was probably one of the best he'd seen, he had to give the guy that, whether or not they were eventually going to kill him. He made his way through the people, grabbing a bottle of vodka before making his way out back where it was a little less crowded, and the people who were out there were mostly enjoying the pool or hot tub.

He smoked a joint and watched as a guy walked away from a girl sitting in one of the pool chairs. He hadn't gotten a good look at the guy, but the girl was incredibly beautiful. She had long dark hair and was covered in tattoos, making him smirk because most girls would never even think about tattooing themselves to that extent and he had to say, he found it hot.

He walked up behind her, placing a hand on the back of her chair and taking a drink from his vodka. "Your boyfriend?" He smirked, gesturing in the direction of the guy who'd walked off. "Or just some loser hitting on you?" He raised a brow and held the vodka bottle out, offering it to her as he took a hit off his joint and held her eyes.

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Odessa watched as Angel walked away, if she was being honest, she’d love to spend a night in bed with him, but the was wishful thinking, because Emilio would kill him, despite Angel being his right hand man. It was betrayal. None of it made any sense to her and she hated that he controlled everything from what she wore to what she ate (most of the time anyways).

"Your boyfriend?" She heard a voice from behind her, that was slightly shocking, she was so used to hearing Spanish or thick Spanish accents that hearing an American accent again for the first time since she was little seemed foreign to her. She sat up turning to see a guy she’d never seen before standing there casually, like they were old friends. "Or just some loser hitting on you?" she forced herself to focus on his words.

She didn’t answer at first she stood up, pulling her cigarette case out, placing one between her lips as she lit it, glancing to the bottle he was offering her as she inhaled. She shook her head, refusing the drink. It had been something she learned a long time ago, not to take open bottles of alcohol or drinks that were offered to her. She looked him over as she absentmindedly flicked the ash from her cigarette.

“Just some loser trying to pick up on me.” She smirked, blowing out a puffs of smoke in between her words. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them almost seductively and she knew what she was doing, she was a pro at it. “You a cop?” she asked casually as if asking what color the sky was, raising a brow as her eyes raked over him, placing a hand on her hip as she continued to smoke. “Or just a rich white boy looking for a good time?” She said, holding his gaze.



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As he looked out over the his eyes landed one of the girls who seemed to stand out among the others. Her eyes meet his and she smirked and he matched her smirk with one of his own. He knew she was trouble, just by the way she looked and he had to have her, that much as decided when she pressed the tip of the cigarette into her skin like it didn’t hurt, she was just as reckless and pain addicted as he was. She was beautiful to, easily more beautiful than any girl he’d ever been with. Only she didn’t fit in with a lot of the other girls there, she didn’t belong there. She belonged back home on the beach in a swimsuit, sunbathing, Coach sunglasses on her face, she was one of those girls or at least she should be.

She looked board out of her mind and that only made his smirk grow more arrogant when she looked at him again and he took a drink of his liquor as he watched her disappear into the crowed and he read that as a sign to follow her. He downed the rest of his drink before slipping out of the kitchen and quickly moving through the crowed, keeping his eye on her. He finally managed to catch up with her and he grabbed her wrist spinning her to face him and he hadn’t missed the way it felt when his skin touched hers. He lend in close with smooth confidence, like he already knew the answer to all the question he was going to ask her.

“You want me to go kick that ass holes ass for you.” He smirked, before glancing to the Marilyn Monroe tattoo on her forearm. “I’m more of an Audrey Hepburn kind of guy myself.” He shrugged. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s, classic.” He said like he was some kind of classic films buff, he’d spent a lot of his teens year learning how to draw a girl in and hook her, he never used the same material twice. “You gotta name, Beautiful?” he asked glancing up to her eyes, holding her gaze like she actually meant more then some cheap whore.

The worst part about Max was if he actually committed himself to one girl, he'd be a damn good boyfriend, maybe a bit rough around the edges, but a good man none the less. He knew how to treat a girl and make her feel like she was the only one who mattered, but he also knew how to make a girl feel completely useless and shitty which was how most girls felt after sleeping with him. He gave you and incredible high, most would argue though the the fall and the heartbreak was worth it in the end.



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Mila made her way through the crowd, going slow, knowing he was following her. Eventually, he caught up to her though and she smirked wickedly as he grabbed her wrist, sending sparks up her entire arm, like he'd shocked her or something. He spun her and she pushed the feeling down, holding his eyes as he leaned in close, looking arrogant as all hell. Like he already had her. Like he knew everything about her. Fox smirked and brought her cigarette to her lips, letting her eyes rake over him slowly.

“You want me to go kick that ass hole's ass for you.” He smirked, and she raised her eyebrows, catching his glance at her Marilyn tattoo. “I’m more of an Audrey Hepburn kind of guy myself.” He shrugged and she smirked. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s, classic.” He said and she laughed and shrugged. “You gotta name, Beautiful?” He asked and held her eyes, and the way he did it made her heart beat a little faster, despite herself. He was looking at her like he was actually interested, wanting to hear what she had to say, a way no one had really looked at her before.

However, she refused to show that what he was doing was working and smirked coolly, turning her head to blow a breath of smoke out as she let silence hang there for a second, like she was debating whether she wanted to answer him. "You're good." She finally said, bringing her eyes back to his with a wicked smirk. "My name's Fox." She shrugged. "It's my middle name, but we both know a smooth talker like you will forget my real name by tomorrow anyway." She glanced around for a second, making sure Emilio wasn't around. They may have freedom at his parties, but even that was limited.

"How about you pretty boy?" She asked, bringing her eyes back to him and looking him over again, taking a step closer, despite the fact that he was already standing very close. "You got a name?"




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Cain watched her stand, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, refusing his offer to drink like she was suspicious and he just shrugged and took his own drink from the bottle. He didn't blame her. There were a thousand guys at the party that would easily stoop as low as to try offering her a spike drink, hoping it would get her to sleep with them.

“Just some loser trying to pick up on me.” She smirked, puffing out smoke as she talked. She took a step closer and he smirked down at her, staying right where he was, so they were standing extremely close and he could feel the heat between them that was unmistakable. “You a cop?” She asked casually and he raised his eyebrows. “Or just a rich white boy looking for a good time?”

Cain smirked and looked her over. "What if I'm a cop looking for a good time? Do I check all the above? What if I'm just a guy who thinks you're interesting? What then? Is there a none of the above?" He smirked, taking another step towards her, flicking his joint away until there was very little space between them. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about her was impossibly alluring. Maybe it was the heat he could feel radiating between them, or the fact that she was stunning, he wasn't sure, but he had to have her, at least for the night, that much was decided.

"I'm Cain." He said after a second of silence. "What about yourself honey, you have a name?"

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"What if I'm a cop looking for a good time? Do I check all the above? What if I'm just a guy who thinks you're interesting? What then? Is there a none of the above?" He smirked and she matched his smirk with one of her own as he flicked his joint and took a step closer, the heat between them was undeniable, but she pretended like she felt nothing, she was good at pretending to have no emotions it was her job.

She held his eyes, he was dangerous she could tell that much. She been around dangerous men for so long now, she could pick them out in a crowed. It was the way they carried their selves, their casual arrogance, and that familiar look in their eyes. Somehow standing there with him, he was seemingly more terrifying then Emilio, there was just something about him. She needed to walk away, she knew that, before Emilio caught them and decided to kill him.


"I'm Cain." she raised a brow as he pulled her from her thoughts. "What about yourself honey, you have a name?" he said and she pressed her cigarette to her lips once more letting silence fall between them for a moment, debating on whether or not she really want to get involved with him.

“Cute name princess.” She smirked flicking her cigarette away, pulling out another and lighting it. “What are you? Some kind of superhero?” she said sarcastically unimpressed. “The names Mustang.” She said grabbing the bottle of liquor from him and taking a swig from it before passing it back to him. “If you’re a cop, I’m going to have to turn you over to my boyfriend.” She smirked “If you’re looking for a good time though, I could help you out with that.” She smirked, blowing out a cloud of smoke between them.



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He waited for her answer, he’d realized the second she’d refused to crack under his unruly charm and wicked smirk that she was going to be a hard one to break and he had no problem spending the time with her in order to spend on night with her. She was incredible and as he held her eyes he could see the difference in color between her eyes and for a moment he lost himself in them. They were incredibly beautiful, like the rest of her.

"You're good." she finally said pulling him from his thoughts and making him realize where he was all over again. "My name's Fox. It's my middle name, but we both know a smooth talker like you will forget my real name by tomorrow anyway." she explained before glancing around like she was looking for someone. "How about you pretty boy? You got a name?" she said taking a step closer and causing him to smirk.


The heat between them was incredibly intoxicating. He wrapped an arm around her waist casually pulling her close and closing what space was left between them. Glancing down at her, he reached casually into her bra having seen her grab her cigarette out of their earlier, grabbing himself one before letting her go and lighting it with his own light and taking a drag from it.


“Your right, I probably will forget a name like Fox.” He smirked but his tone was sarcastic. “I’m Max.” he said simply. “So foxy, you wanna get out of her? Get high and fuck all night?” he smirked wickedly beign bluntly honest.




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Fox was having an incredibly hard time ignoring the heat between them. It was intense as hell. Even the attraction she felt with Emilio or the man she'd loved, Jake, couldn't compare and she knew right away that it made him dangerous. He was the kind of guy she could get hooked on. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her another step closer, closing what little space was left between them and she had a really hard time keeping herself from just melting against him like all the other bimbos he'd no-doubt fucked.

He reached into her bra casually, and Mila had to push back a shiver when his fingers grazed her skin, only for a second, to grab a cigarette. Despite herself, she was completely trapped by him, loving the way his body felt against hers and dying for him to kiss her, needing to know what his lips felt like, knowing, if the lightest graze if his fingers could make her so crazy, his kiss would be absolutely electric.

He didn't kiss her though, just released her to light his cigarette and Mila forced herself to come back down to earth. The one she had between her own fingers had been ignored since he'd come over to her and was burnt down pretty far. She flicked it, tapping the excess ash off, before bringing it to her lips and taking a drag, watching him do the same with his own.

“You're right, I probably will forget a name like Fox.” He smirked sarcastically and she just shrugged and blew a breath of smoke out. “I’m Max.” He said. “So Foxy, you wanna get out of here? Get high and fuck all night?” He asked bluntly.

Fox smirked, flicking her cigarette away, glancing around like she was weighing her options. The truth was, he already had her. She was dying to know what his hands felt like on her body and his lips tasted like against hers. But she didn't want to look too eager, and she wanted to make sure Emilio wasn't around again.

There were certain rules to her freedom at his parties, and she knew agreeing with Max would definitely break two. No sleeping with the gang members or anyone he wasn't in business with. And no leaving the property. If he caught her, he'd go ballistic for sure, which she really didn't mind, she liked pissing him off, but she wasn't really sure it was fair of her, not to tell Max what he'd be dealing with if they got caught.

"Babe, that sounds like a dream come true." She smirked sarcastically, not seeing Emilio anywhere, bringing her eyes back to his. "But you should know, if we get caught, my..." Fox hesitated, not sure what exactly to call Emilio, because it wasn't like they were in a relationship, while at the same time, she didn't want to flat out tell him she was his whore. "Boyfriend," she finally went with even if it was a lie, "will kick your ass. Maybe even kill you." Fox smirked and took another step closer to him, leaving the smallest bit of space between them. "I won't judge you if you're scared." She breathed, almost challengingly. "You can change your mind if you want."




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Cain watched her take a drag off her cigarette while silence hung between them. Clearly, she was on the fence about wether or not she wanted to keep talking to him, like they both knew exactly where the conversation would end up. “Cute name princess.” She finally said and he matched her smirk with his own, watching her replace her cigarette with a new one. “What are you? Some kind of superhero?”

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, amused with her sarcasm. “The name's Mustang.” She said and he raised his eyebrows as she swiped the liquor from him and took a swig. That didn't sound like a real name, so it was easy to tell she'd decided she'd only let herself get involved with him for one night. It didn't bother him though. He wasn't exactly looking for anything long term either, though he had a feeling that, even if they only spent one night together, he'd remember her for the rest of his life.

She passed the bottle back to him and he took it, taking a long drink. “If you’re a cop, I’m going to have to turn you over to my boyfriend.” She smirked and he raised his eyebrows. “If you’re looking for a good time though, I could help you out with that.” She smirked, and he smirked back.

Cain reached out and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, grinning wickedly down at her. "Well then I guess I'll have to say I'm just looking for a good time." He said, holding her eyes, unable to ignore the way her body felt against his.

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He reached out wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. The way his skin felt against hers was incredible, intoxicating and it gave her and instant high and she wonder if it was simply from the pre-party drugs she’d taken, she’d convinced herself that was what it had to be, in order to ignore the heat between them and the way his skin sent sparks through her body.

"Well then I guess I'll have to say I'm just looking for a good time." he said holding her eyes causing her to smirk up at him and she knew she was breaking about four of Emilio’s rules, but she really didn’t give a shit and she’d completely forgotten who she was looking for and why.

“Right answer.” She breathed, leaning in, because she couldn’t wait any longer to kiss him, but before she was able to press her lips to his someone grabbed her upper arm rough enough she could already feel the sting of the bruise that was forming as he ripped her from Cain’s grip.

“Hey ass hole, she doesn’t give free shows. Pay up or fuck off.” Emilio spat as he pulled her to the side angrily, a few feet away from Cain. “I thought we had a deal baby?” he said through his teeth as if he was trying to keep from beating the shit out of her in front of everyone and his grip tightened on her arm causing her to wince. “Instead your over here fucking some ass hole with your eyes.” He spat in a low voice.

“Fuck you.” She spat back “I am doing my fucking job.” She whisper yelled trying to pull her arm away from him but it was no use. “You’re impossible.” She could tell he was higher than a kite and that was when he was most dangerous. He grabbed a handful of her hair roughly yanking her hair roughly until her eyes met his.

“You fuck up…I’ll kill her.” He said face centimeters from hers. “You seem to forget, I’ve always got a gun to Ava’s head.” He said with a wicked smirk as his dark eyes burned into her. Finally he released her and slipped back into the house and she kept her back facing Cain,.



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He focused on the way the nicotine from the cigarette tasted on his tongue, loudness of everything that surrounded him, anything but her, despite the fact that it seemed his full attention was on her. He had to focus on other things to keep from kissing her and giving in. He was normally exceptionally good at keeping his composure around beautiful women, but he found it hard to keep it together around her.

"Babe, that sounds like a dream come true." she said sarcastically as she brought her brilliant eyes back to his and he focused on her words. "But you should know, if we get caught, my..." he caught the hesitation and he knew right then a there who she belonged to. "Boyfriend, will kick your ass. Maybe even kill you." she held her eyes and matched her smirk, she was one of Emilio’s girls that was mentioned in the file. "I won't judge you if you're scared. You can change your mind if you want." he hadn’t missed the challenging tone of her voice.

He let out a sigh as if he was going to give up and walk away, like she’d really scared him. He pressed his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag like he was really debating, but his mind was already made up. Once he slept with her and she was convinced he was just another guy, he could get her to talk, he was good at that. He could casually keep the topic on her so-called boyfriend and get inside information easily. He’d be using her in the worst kind of way, betraying her trust and for some reason that really bothered him. Using girls and hurting them, wasn’t something that had ever bothered him before.

“I’m terrified.” He said a wicked half smirk painting his lips. “What’s life without a little danger right?” he said almost as if he was challenging her to take a chance he was fully aware now, that he knew who she was, she’d never taken before. “There’s a five star hotel right up the road, that good enough for you babe?” he said in a serious tone, just waiting for her okay.



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He was silent for a while, smoking his cigarette, like he was actually debating walking away and, if she was being honest, while most of her was just dying to know what his kiss felt like, a small part of her hoped he'd walk away. Because she knew Emilio and she knew he'd want to make her pay for breaking his rules.

It wasn't even about her fucking another guy. That was a part of it, sure, but the bigger reason he'd go crazy was because she disobeyed him. And she knew when he lashed out, he'd make sure it hurt. He'd hurt her physically, and emotionally, as well as beat the shit out of Max, maybe even kill him and while she liked pissing him off and fighting with him, she wasn't so sure she'd be okay with it if another person got pulled into it.

“I’m terrified.” Max finally said, pulling her from her thoughts, wicked smirk and sarcastic tone letting her know he wasn't serious. “What’s life without a little danger right?” He asked, and this time, it sounded like he was challenging her. Like he could sense her hesitation and she glanced at him. If she left with him it would be the first time she'd slept with someone other than Emilio who didn't pay for her, in a really long time. “There’s a five star hotel right up the road, that good enough for you babe?” He asked seriously and she sighed and ran a hand over the back of her neck, thinking, fingers grazing the scar there that marked her as Emilio's as she did so.

Finally, after thinking for a second, she dropped her hand and leaned towards him, so that her lips were centimeters from his, and it took every ounce of self control she had not to kiss him as she grabbed his hand and laced their fingers. "That sounds perfect. Lead the way, but hurry. We should get the fuck out of here before someone sees." She breathed with a smirk.




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Cain could tell he had her and he smirked. “Right answer.” She breathed and leaned in liked she was going to kiss him and he held her tighter, having the same need she did to finally press his lips against hers and know what the intoxicating heat between them was all about. Before she kissed him though, she was yanked away roughly and it took him a second to register what had happened, but when he did, he realized not just anyone had yanked her away. Emilio had. Fuck. She clearly belonged to him. He didn't even have to say anything, just the way he was holding her was enough.

“Hey ass hole, she doesn’t give free shows. Pay up or fuck off.” Emilio spat and Cain had to bite his tongue. As a cop, there were a lot of things, like drugs, he tolerated because of his gang upbringing, but he'd always hated anyone who sold off girls to make money. Aside from total psychopaths, they were the worst kind of criminals and hearing what he'd just heard from Emilio and watching him yank her around made him that much more determined to succeed in his job and kill the man.

He watched them argue, staying where he was and lighting a cigarette. He didn't like it, but he stayed out of it because it wasn't his place and the last thing he needed was to get on Emilio's radar on their first night and fuck everything up. If he stepped in to protect her, he'd be instantly suspicious because he was fairly certain, there wasn't another man at the party who would do the same. To guys like that, women were just objects to be used, controlled, and abused. It'd be way too obvious he was a cop if he tried to step in.

Eventually, Emilio took off, leaving them alone, but she kept her back to him and he took a drag off his cigarette, blowing a breath of smoke out to the side. "So you're Emilio's." He finally said with a shrug, grabbing her wrist and turning her to face him again. "I don't care if you don't." He said simply with a smirk, taking another drag off his cigarette.

He hated the thoughts that were crossing his mind all of a sudden, now that he knew she was close to Emilio, about using her for the case. About how easy it would be to sleep with her pick her apart for information. They were awful thoughts, he knew that, but he also knew that, with such a big case, in order to bring Emilio down, he'd have to have someone on the inside. And one of his girls, who naturally resented him for the way he used, abused, and sold them, would be a lot easier to get to than one of his loyal members.

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She hated that he was always threatening her with the one thing she loved and the only thing she’d do anything for and he knew that. The worst part about it was, it wasn’t like his threats were empty, she knew him well enough to know that if she gave him a reason to, he’d hurt Ava and then she’d never forgive herself, she’d find a way to OD, because there’d be nothing left for her.


"So you're Emilio's." He said dragging her from her thoughts and she’d forgotten that he was even there, she turned to face him. "I don't care if you don't." he smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

She loved how simple he seemed to make things. She’d know him for a total of fifteen minutes and he made her fucked up world so much simpler and she couldn’t understand it. She knew for that reason alone, she shouldn’t get involved with him, because she’d get addicted to something she could never really have. He didn’t really want her, she was a passing phase, like she always was, it was just the kind of girl she was.

“I really shouldn’t.” she sighed running her fingers through her long dark hair. There was a small part of her who was convinced the moment she’d seen him that he was a cop. He was clean cut and an American, most the time the screamed cop and so she went with that. It wasn’t much of an excuse if Emilio caught them and he wasn’t a cop, then she’d just get the shit beat out of her. But, on the off chance he was one and Emilio happened to catch them, he’d give her praise. “But, I’d rather cause some trouble.” She smirked wickedly walking back over to him. “Meet me up stairs, last door on the right.” She said as she walked past him.

She knew they were less likely to get caught if they went separately and she knew Emilio wouldn’t be getting too fucked up to come find her a second time. She didn’t bother waiting for him, figuring he was smart enough to get the hint and waiting a few moments before following after her. She headed up the stairs before slipping into her bedroom.




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She seemed to hesitate for a moment, he could read that from her body language. He was a cop, reading people was practically in the job description, though his brother seemed much better at it then him. He watched her drop her hand and lean in towards him and the heat between them made his head spin, it was stronger than anything he’d ever felt with another girl, despite having just met her. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his and it took everything in him to pull her lips to his.

"That sounds perfect. Lead the way, but hurry. We should get the fuck out of here before someone sees." she breathed and he matched her smirk as he pulled her with him out back to where he’d seen his brother disappear and he hopped he was still out there. He spotted him smoking a cigarette alone as a girl who it looked like had just been talking to him, slipped past them and into the house.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” he said leaving Fox there as he headed over to his brother. “Hey, you fuckin that girl?” he smirked “Cool, story bro, you see I got this girl.” He gestured to where Fox was standing. “So I need the keys.” He said simply not bothering to wait for his brother’s reply before quickly slipping his hand into his brothers back pocket and pulling out the keys. “Damn, now I know why the ladies like you, that tight ass.” He teased. “I’ll be back at one.” He said, before heading back over to Fox. “Alright babe let’s get out of here” He smirked.

He laced their fingers once again as he pulled her around the side of the house and out front, to where their car was parked, just outside the fence. He slipped into the driver’s side, before putting the keys in the ignition and smirking as the car roared to life.



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Max didn't hesitate, just pulled her along with him and she smirked as he lead her out back. They passed Dess on the way out. She was coming in, cigarette between her fingers, having just finished a conversation with a man out by the pool and she could tell by the look on her face what was about to happen and it made her smirk.

Max stopped, pulling her attention back to him and she looked at him “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He said and she watched him head over to the man Dess had been talking to. She lit a cigarette and watched them talk from where she was. Standing together, she could tell they were related. Closely. If not brothers, at the very least, cousins. They didn't look insanely similar, but they had the same smile, and they both held themselves with an arrogance that was way too identical for them to simply be good friends.

“Alright babe let’s get out of here” He smirked, coming back over to her and she grinned and blew out a puff of smoke as he lead her around the house to the front, leading her right towards a flashy black car, making her smirk wickedly as she climbed in the passenger seat and he started the engine.

"Shit, nice car." She said, placing a hand on his knee, running it up his thigh and leaning over, placing a small, seductive kiss on his jaw, and even that made her entire body hot. "Drive fast. The faster you drive, the faster you get to fuck me." She breathed in his ear before pulling away with a laugh and taking another drag off her cigarette as she rolled down the window, and leaned her head back in her seat, closing her eyes.

She felt good. What she was doing was dangerous, but she liked danger. Besides, it was the first time in a long time she'd made a decision for herself and it was giving her a natural high. She wasn't about to let a little nervousness ruin that.




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Cain could see she was hesitant and he could understand why. If they were caught, Emilio would be sure to make her pay. That was how guys like him worked. He'd seen it a million times. “I really shouldn’t.” she sighed and he shrugged and watched her run her fingers through her hair, looking indecisive, like she wanted to just walk away, and he'd let her if she wanted to. He'd be disappointed because he seriously wanted her, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew it was risky.

“But, I’d rather cause some trouble.” She smirked wickedly and he grinned as she walked back towards him. It took everything he had not to pull her on for a kiss and taste what he hadn't been able to before Emilio had interrupted them. “Meet me up stairs, last door on the right.” She said and he understood and nodded, letting her walk off as he stood there and smoked his cigarette, glancing up when he saw Max heading his way, girl in two and he smirked. Typical. Sex first, then the job. They'd been there for maybe an hour and they'd both already picked up some girls.

“Hey, you fuckin that girl?” Max asked as he came over and Cain shrugged.

"Yeah she's pretty hot." He responded simply.

"Cool, story bro, you see I got this girl.” He said, gesturing to the girl that was waiting a few feet away and he smirked and glanced back to his brother. “So I need the keys.” Cain nodded, about to go for the keys himself when his brother reached for them and grabbed them on his own. “Damn, now I know why the ladies like you, that tight ass.” He teased and Cain laughed and rolled his eyes, taking one last drag off his cigarette before flicking it away, nodding simply when he said he'd be back by one and took off.

Cain waited a couple more minutes, finishing off his liquor bottle before finally heading inside and making his way upstairs, making sure Emilio wasn't around before he ducked into the room she'd told him to go to and grinned when he saw her. "Miss me babe?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow, looking her over.

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Dessa slipped out of her clothes, leaving her in her lingerie, a she pulled on a simple black rob. It was a sign of seniority among the strippers, the higher ups had expensive silk robs, given to them by Emilio, which was really only her and Mila at this point. They had whole other language really, their own rules, their own world and you either learned to survive in it or you’d end up dead. She sat at her vanity refreshing her lip stick and trying her best to remain calm, because at any moment everything could go wrong. Emilio wasn’t stupid and she hoped that he hadn’t realized, that Cain was new to his parties, because then he would come looking for both of them.

She heard her door open and behind her in the reflection of her mirror she could see him standing there, brilliant in his arrogance, fearless of who he was about to get entangled with and that only made her want him more.

"Miss me babe?" he smirked as she stood and turned to him and she didn’t missed the way his eyes traveled over her, making her heart race in her chest, but she was insanely good at keep her composure on the outside.

She made her way over to him, shoving him up against her door playfully, her heels making her almost his height. Their faces a breath away as she held his eyes, teasing him all it would take was moving a simple movement and their lips would be touching. She used her other hand to lock the door, before grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling his lips to her.

The kiss was pure fire and she instantly moaned against his lips despite herself. She kissed him hard and for some reason, it felt like she’d known him forever, like they’d kissed a million times before and she could spend forever kissing him and never get tired of it. She forced herself to pull away as she traced his jawline, slowly and teasingly, before pulling away at his ear, though her lips still grazing his skin.

“Yeah, I missed you. Now fuck me.” She breathed. “And don’t make me regret putting both our lives on the line.” She smirked pressing her lips to his skin.



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"Shit, nice car." she said placing a hand on his knee as she lend in and kissed along his jawline, setting everything in him on fire. "Drive fast. The faster you drive, the faster you get to fuck me." she breathed in his ear and he had to fight back a shiver.

“Fuck, you keep doing that shit, we won’t make it to the hotel room.” He smirked glancing over to her one last time before peeling out and heading in the direction he’d seen the hotel on the way over.

He drove fast, like she’d asked him to, far faster than he should have been driving. Not that it mattered all he’d have to do if they did get pulled over, was show him his badge and they’d be off the hook. It’d blow his cover with her, he’d blow it with her more or less, but that was the price he had to pay. The drive wasn’t too long and eventually they pulled into the huge hotel parking lot. He left the car running as he got out and headed to her side of the door opening it for her.

All eyes were on them like they were some kind of you, wealthy couple, who had the world at their fingertips. They sure as hell looked and played the part well, it wasn’t just the car. It was the way the two were dressed and the way they carried their selves. He offered her hand and when she took it he helped her out of the car, like a perfect gentlemen, pulling her close and wrapping an arm around her waist.

He tossed glanced to the valet, telling him in Spanish he’d be back for the car later and to take care of it. Max loved the car, but he was already starting to miss his motorcycle and if this ended up being a long case, he’d make the chief send it over the border. They headed inside and Max did all the talking, perfect Spanish, even flirting a little with the young girl behind the counter, before handing her his credit card. He’d rented them a suite for the night, after she handed him the key, he threw and arm around her shoulder casually as they headed towards the elevator and took it up stairs.

“You know you’re pretty brave, for all you know I could be some psychopathic killer.” He smirked as the elevator doors opened and they stepped off together heading toward their room. He slipped the card key into the door opening it to a large Honeymoon Suite. “Shit, I’m glad we went with the honeymoon suite babe.” He said as if they were newlyweds as he walked into the room, the had an excellent view of the ocean.




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“Fuck, you keep doing that shit, we won’t make it to the hotel room.” He smirked and Mila just grinned as he peeled out and flew down the streets. He window was down, and she smoked as he drove. She'd always loved fast cars, and Emilio had tons of them, but he didn't take her out too often, and when he did, she didn't get to ride shotgun, because when he did take her out, it was very rarely ever just the two of them, and Mila always came second to whoever else was around so she had to sit in the back.

Eventually they arrived. The car stopped and Mila flicked away her cigarette as he came around to her side and opened the door for her. She smirked up at him as he took her hand and helped her out, like a gentleman, and she didn't miss the way everyone's eyes followed them around. Silently, she wondered what he did for a living, if he had so much money to burn on a one night stand, as well as a nice car, but she didn't ask, because she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Either it was something that would get him in even more trouble than he was in just by being with her, like he was a cop, or some shit like that, or it went the other way and he was like Emilio, buying and selling illegally. She didn't want to know his business, if he was after Emilio or if he had his own girls just like her back at home. She just wanted to have a good time.

He held her close, with an arm around her waist and she grinned as he ordered the valet to take care of the car and pulled her inside. The place was incredibly beautiful, and she wondered why the hell he'd chosen to spend so much on her. He already had her when she'd gotten in his car, he could have taken her anywhere and she still would have slept with him, but she didn't argue, she just watched him as he spoke to the girl behind the counter, flirting with her as he did so, and getting them a room.

Once they had a room, he tossed his arm around her shoulders, like they were a couple, and they got in the elevator and went upstairs. “You know you’re pretty brave, for all you know I could be some psychopathic killer.” He smirked and she just shrugged, not bothering to tell him that she wasn't afraid because there were worse things that being killed and she'd experienced them. The elevator doors opened and he pulled her towards their room. Her heart was pounding, though she didn't show it. She knew if Emilio was looking for her, she'd be fucked, and there was a pretty good chance he was. When he wanted to fuck, eighty percent of the time, he came for her, so she just hoped he'd found some other girl to spend the night with.

“Shit, I’m glad we went with the honeymoon suite babe.” Max said, pulling her from her thoughts and she glanced up, realizing the door was open, revealing the huge, elaborate room, with an incredible ocean view. She smirked and slipped inside, closing the door behind her and heading over to the window, enjoying the view.

"You know, you didn't have to do this." She smirked, turning around and looking him over as she pulled out yet another cigarette and lit it, taking a drag. "I'd have been fine with a motel, or fucking in the back seat of your car." She shrugged and looked around. "This is incredible, but it's the kind of place you take your long-time girlfriend on vacation, not the girl you met less than an hour ago and will forget in less than a day." Fox smirked and brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag, walking over to him and reaching out with her free hand, looping her fingers in one of his belt loops and using it to pull him to her so that their bodies and lips were tantalizingly close. "My boyfriend will definitely kill you if he finds out. I'm really not worth all this, let alone your life."




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Cain stayed where he was, smirking as he watched her cross the room to him, before shoving him up against the door and his smirk turned into a wicked grin. He wrapped an arm around her instantly, dying to kiss her, but refusing to be the one to make the first move as she stood there, lips centimeters from his, driving him nuts even though he didn't show it. Her hand locked the door behind him before she finally grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers.

The kiss was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was sheer electricity, and he knew instantly he'd been right before. Even if he managed to leave her alone after that night, he'd never forget her. She'd be at the top of his very short list of memorable girls for the rest of his life. He'd probably compare every other kiss he shared from that point on to that one. It was that incredible, and he wanted more.

The kiss finally broke through her solid composure, because she moaned against his lips, making him smirk and he placed a hand on the side of her neck, sliding it into her hair, holding her firmly in the kiss, never wanting it to end. She kissed him hard and he kissed her back just as hard, slipping his tongue past her lips and kissing even harder before she pulled away and started to trace his jawline. He closed his eyes and groaned, hating what she was doing to him, but loving it at the same time.

She moved slowly, teasingly, making him nuts, and his grip around her waist tightened as she pulled away at his ear, lips still barely grazing his skin. “Yeah, I missed you. Now fuck me.” She breathed and he smirked. “And don’t make me regret putting both our lives on the line.” She smirked and kissed his skin again.

"Trust me babe. You won't regret it." He breathed and turned them so that her back was against the wall and he pushed her against it hard, pushing her robe down her arms until it fell to the floor, before unbuttoning his shirt quickly and sliding it off. He pressed his body against hers, and kissed her hard with another groan. Her skin against his was incredible. With one hand, he pulled her arms above her head and pinned her, smirking against her lips as his other hand slid down between her legs, rubbing the inside of her thigh teasingly, kissing slowly along her jaw and down her neck, wanting to make her as crazy as she made him.

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"Trust me babe. You won't regret it." he breathed, quickly turning her so her back was turned towards the wall, as he pushed her hard up against the door, he was in control and she couldn’t help but smirk.

He slipped her robe down her arm and by the time it hit the floor it was already forgotten. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly slipping it off, before pressing his body against hers and it felt incredible, better than any drug she’d ever had. Just the way their skin felt touching was something she was already addicted to. His lips came down on hers hard and she kissed him back just as hard smirking against his lips when she heard him groan, loving that she was having the same effect on him, that he was having on her.

He pinned her hands over her head tight enough she couldn’t move, not that she wanted to anytime soon. She moaned softly against his lips as his hand slid down between hers legs and rubbed the inside of her thigh teasingly. He moved his lips along her jawline and down her neck making her head spin and she found it hard to think clearly. Her fingers traced his waistline teasingly before she unbuttoned them completely and pulled her wrist from his grip.

She backed him up against her bed shoving him down and she slipped out of her heels. She slipped his jeans off before climbing into his lap straddling him. She pressed her lips to his slipping her tongue past his lips as she pushed him down so he was laying back and she was holding herself over him, kissing him deeply and passionately. It was different with him, because she didn’t feel like she was only there to please some drunk bastard and it felt incredibly freeing.

Her lips left his moving along her jawline, slowly and deeply this time her kisses were less teasing and more meaningful. It wasn’t something she meant to happen, it was the way he made her feel. Her lips continued down his neck, before moving slowly across his collarbone, letting every kiss making it clear she was far more experienced than any girl should be.



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He threw the keys to the car on the dresser next to the TV. He watched as she crossed the room to the window and he watched her for a moment. She was incredibly beautiful, breath taking really. If he ever settled he want it to be with a girl like her, someone worthwhile. There was a part of him that wanted to take her away from it all and show her the world, show her the things he knew she’d never see and he hated the thought of her being trapped until they decided to kill her because she was too old or forced to marry someone like Emilio for a steep price. But, a bigger part of him knew after tonight, no matter what happened he couldn’t see her again. Because he could almost guarantee he could break her down worse than any of the ass holes she currently dealt with.

"You know, you didn't have to do this." she turned to him smirk on her lips as she pulled out another cigarette to light. "I'd have been fine with a motel, or fucking in the back seat of your car." she shrugged and he simply listened to her. “This is incredible, but it's the kind of place you take your long-time girlfriend on vacation, not the girl you met less than an hour ago and will forget in less than a day."

She smirked and he matched her smirk as she pressed the cigarette to her lips and he lend down pulling a few beers out of the mini bar, standing back up as she walked over to him looping her fingers in his belt loops, pulling him close so their lips were nearly grazing and he’d forgotten about the two bottles of beers in his hand.

"My boyfriend will definitely kill you if he finds out. I'm really not worth all this, let alone your life." He kept his composure surprisingly well as he lend over and set the beers down, placing a hand on either him and pulling their bodies together until they were touching. His emerald eyes burning into her different colored eyes and he refused to look away like they were the only two people who existed. It was scary how well he could work even the toughest girls and get under their skin. He let silence hang between them for what probably seemed like forever before he finally spoke.

“Let’s say for tonight, your my longtime girlfriend.” He smirked a charmingly wicked smirk. “Five years is a long time for me, only the best for the love of my life.” His tone was sarcastic, yet still charming. “Your worth all this sweetheart.” He breathed, continuing to hold her eyes. He moved his hand from her hip along her dress to the small of her back slowly, while he brought his other hand up to the side of her face and let his thumb trace her bottom lip. “Let’s just pretend it’s us, fuck the rest of the world tonight.” He whispered.

With that he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her roughly yet still deeply. The kind of kiss the made girls go weak in the knees and the kind of kissed that was laced with danger and passion. He fisted his hand in her dark hair holding her there in the kiss not wanting it to end, because it set him on fire, sent electricity through his entire body and right then and there he knew she was different from any other girl he’d ever been with and he wanted her so bad it physically hurt.

His hand that had been on her lower back slipped down the side of her body, until he reached her thigh. He expertly lifted her with one hand wrapping her legs around his waist effortlessly as he carried her over to the bed, laying her down and waiting no time climbing over her. He slipped a hand up under her dress letting his fingertips graze her hips teasingly,




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He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer, until their bodies were touching, and she smirked and looked up at him, stomach twisting into knots like some nervous little girl about to have her first kiss. Just because of the way his bright green eyes were holding hers. It was silent between them, but she was afraid of what he'd say because she knew it was going to shake her. He was too good at what she was doing. It was like, to him, she was completely translucent, despite the fact that she'd been working her entire life to make herself opaque.

“Let’s say for tonight, you're my longtime girlfriend.” He smirked a charmingly wicked smirk that made her heart race, and she was frozen in his words. “Five years is a long time for me, only the best for the love of my life.” He said sarcastically. “You're worth all this sweetheart.” He breathed, keeping his eyes on hers.

One of his hands slipped from her hip, up to the small of her back while the other came up to the side of her face and Mila closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his thumb traced her bottom lip. His words were hitting her hard, even though they were sarcastic and light, because he had no idea how badly she wished his made up scenario could be real.

She wasn't sure if what he was saying was because he genuinely thought she was worth it, or if it was a part of his smooth talk that somehow seemed to say exactly the right thing to her get to fall to pieces, and she hated that, in the morning they'd have to go their separate ways and she'd just go back to being Emilio's whore and he'd forget her. “Let’s just pretend it’s us, fuck the rest of the world tonight.” He whispered, bringing her from her thoughts, back to the way his thumb felt tracing her lips, and how badly she wanted him to kiss her.

Finally he did and she couldn't help it, she melted instantly with a moan. He kissed her roughly, intoxicatingly dangerously, but still deeply, and it made her whole body want him. She was on fire from his kiss, the taste of his lips instantly going to her head, making her high and weak-kneed, and desperate for more, just like she knew he wanted. His hand came up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her in the kiss even though he didn't need to. She wouldn't break away even if she could.

He slid a hand down her body, pausing when he reached her thigh to lift her effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the bed and lay her down, climbing quickly over her. Mila moaned again when his hand slipped under her dress and his fingertips grazed her skin teasingly, making her crazy. She slid her hands down his chest quickly, fingers swiftly unbuttoning each button of his shirt as she went, pulling it off and tossing it aside before running her fingers along his chest, fingertips gazing the waistline of his jeans before sliding back up and pressing her palms out flat, pushing him off her and rolling quickly on top of him with a smirk.

Fox leaned down over him and kissed his lips, her head spinning and her heart pounding as she kissed along his jaw next and then down his neck, before making her way down his chest, trailing quick, hot kisses along his skin, allowing herself to do exactly what he said and forget the rest of the world. As far as she was concerned, the two of them were the only two people in the universe.




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Her fingertips traced his waistline, making him smirk before she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled herself from his grip. She backed him up to her bed before pushing him down onto it roughly and he grinned wickedly, watching her slip out of her heels before pulling off his jeans and climbing in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as she kissed him, kissing her back hard.

She pushed him onto his back and he grinned against her lips and reached up, placing a hand on the back of her neck as she kissed him. Her kisses are deep and passionate, surprising him. Normally, when a girl kissed him like that, it was a sign to run. It meant she was getting attached, but he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything, so there was no way in hell he was going anywhere yet. Besides, he could tell he meant something to her because he was probably the first guy she'd been with in a while who hadn't paid for her first.

She started kissing along his jaw, slowly though not teasingly, every kiss deeper than the last as she started to makes her way down his neck and collarbone, making it almost impossible to wait any longer. He flipped her onto her back and rolled over her, pressing his lips down on hers hard, unable to keep himself from kissing her deeply. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted her to know that, even if what they were doing only lasted one night, it wasn't a one night stand. She'd mean something even if he never saw her again. He didn't fully understand it, but he didn't have to in order to feel it.

He slid a hand under her as he kissed her, slipping off her bra before kissing slowly down her body, hands running along her chest and sides while his lips trailed her panty line teasingly for a while before finally slipping her panties off and placing a kiss against the inside of one of her thighs, while his fingers rubbed the other, smirking up at her.

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He flipped her onto her back kissing her just as deeply as she was kissing him and it felt so different. He wasn’t paying for her, nor had he forced her into it. She wanted him and he wanted her and although she’d never tell him, he’d never know how incredible that felt because for the first time in what felt like forever she actually felt wanted, in a good way, that wouldn’t leave her feeling shitty or worthless at the end of the night.

His hand slipped up under her as he continued to kiss her, slipping off her bra before kissing down her body slowly and she couldn’t help but let out another moan and arch her back, pressing herself into his lips. His hands moved along her chest and down her sides while his lips teased her panty line driving her crazy, she wanted him so badly it physically hurt. He heart raced in her chest.

Finally he slipped off her panties and started placing hot kisses on the inside of her thigh while his hand rubbed her other thigh. He smirked up at her causing her to match his smirk. It was like everything else had disappeared around them and nothing else mattered and for the first time, it felt incredible not to have to worry about anything but the moment.

“Shit.” She breathed. “Fuck me already.” She said with a wicked smirk.





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She slid her hands down his chest unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it away. Her fingertips grazed his waist line causing him to smirk, before she placed a hand flat against his chest and rolled them over so she was on top of him. She lend down and kissed his lips and he kissed her back hard, he hated the way she had him, no other girl had ever had him the way she did. As much as he hated to admit it, he wouldn’t forget her even if he tried.

Her lips trailed his jaw and neck before she continued down his chest and her let out a small groan, because her lip son his skin was better than any drug he’d ever had, even better than the feeling he got from drinking himself to death, which he wasn’t entirely sure was possible. He’s completely forgotten who she was and why he was there because all he was focused on was the way she felt on him and tasting he lips again. With other girls, having sex felt like a chore, but with her it felt incredibly weightless and effortless.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips back to his and kissed her deeply, letting her know she meant something to him. His other hand ran from the scar on her neck down her spine to her bra and he unclipped it expertly slipping it off and tossing it aside. He continued kissing her running his fingertips along her spine, before flipping her back over on her back, never once breaking their kiss as his hands roamed her body freely, before one hand moved to the inside of her thigh rubbing it teasingly.



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Mila couldn't believe how impossibly good it felt to be with him. The rest of the world just melted away in her mind and it was just the two of them. She wasn't a stripper and a possession, she was just herself and that was incredible. It was something she hadn't felt in an extremely long time.

Max grabbed a handful of her hair in his fist and pulled her lips back up to his and she smirked against them, loving that, even with her on top, he was in control. He kissed her deeply, like she meant something, and she moaned. With Emilio, she had to pretend she could feel that in his kiss. She had to tell herself she was important to him even if he didn't show it. With Max, it came naturally, without manipulating herself and that was why she'd folded so easily for him when she'd been sending other guys away all night. From the second he'd looked at her, he'd made her feel like she was important. For more than just sex.

As he held her in the kiss and she kissed him back hard, letting him know how desperate she was for that feeling, he slipped a hand around to the back of her neck and she shivered when his fingers grazed the scar there and slid down her spine. She hated it when people touched or saw that scar, which was why she tended to never wear her hair up unless Emilio ordered her to. It was humiliating to her, a brand that turned her from a person into a possession. Not that he knew what it was, but his touching it reminded her that it was there and sent a chill down her spine.

However, the thought was gone soon, because he slipped off her bra and continued to kiss her, fingertips trailing her spine as he did in a way that had her trembling, dying to get on with it. Eventually, he flipped her back over, lips staying on hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed along his jaw as his hands started to roam her body.

One hand slipped down and rubbed the inside of her thigh, teasing her and making her moan and arch her back. "Fuck, Max." She moaned against his skin as she kissed his neck and slid her hands down his chest, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off, needing him. "You're driving me crazy. Please just fuck me." She breathed, sounding way more desperate than she'd intended.




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Just kissing her, hearing her moans, and touching her was incredibly intoxicating and he wasn't totally sure how he'd be able to walk away when they were done, but he didn't think about that. For the moment, all that mattered was them and the fact that he knew she was getting impatient, and that made him impatient as well. “Shit.” She breathed and he smirked against her skin. “Fuck me already.” She said and Cain grinned up at her, placing one last kiss on the inside of her thigh before working his way back up her body, going slow to really drive her to the edge.

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They didn't stop until the two of them were both exhausted and he rolled off her, pulling the sheets up around them. It had been, by far, the best sex he'd ever had, and he knew nothing would really compare after that. Cain sighed and pulled her to his chest, lighting a cigarette and placing it between her lips before lighting himself one. "Damn." He breathed simply with a smirk, kissing the top of her head.

He lay there quietly for a minute, smoking, before sighing and running his fingers through his hair. "Should I be going?" He asked, glancing down at her. "I'm assuming Emilio checks up on you a lot, but I could be wrong." He shrugged. "I mean, if you think we'll be good for the rest of the night, I can stay if you want, but if he gets up really early or checks on you, as much as I'd hate to, I should probably go."

Cain sighed, taking a drag off his cigarette. It was a simple, reasonable enough question that wouldn't set off any alarms with her, but depending on how detailed her answer was, it could tell him when Emilio got up in the morning or, by checking on his girls every few hours, how paranoid he was. Little details, sure, but sometimes, in such big cases, the little details were what mattered and he wasn't stupid enough to assume she trusted him. If he asked her more direct questions, she might get suspicious.

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They’d gone until, they couldn’t anymore and sex with him was incredible. He made her feel alive, like she was a real person and not just some robot. She’d like to think in another life that actually might have a chance. She’d felt something with him that she’d never felt even with Ava’s dad and that scared the shit out of her, it scared her enough to run if he stuck around, but she knew he wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he placed a cigarette between her lips and she smirked as she took a drag from it, before grabbing it from her lips and blowing a cloud of smoke above them. "Damn." she smirked as he kissed the top of her head. She rolled over so that she was half lying on his chest looking at him as he spoke.

"Should I be going?" he asked and she thought about it, but didn’t answer. [b]"I'm assuming Emilio checks up on you a lot, but I could be wrong. I mean, if you think we'll be good for the rest of the night, I can stay if you want, but if he gets up really early or checks on you, as much as I'd hate to, I should probably go."

She let it fall silent for a moment as she sat up, bare back turned to him as she brought the cigarette back to her lips. Taking a long drag from it. The truth was she was surprised that Emilio wasn’t breaking down her door looking for her, then again if he found Mila before her then he’d have stopped there. She wasn’t entirely sure where he was, but she knew that where ever he was she was on his mind, because her and Mila were always the first thought on his mind. She knew she was going to pay for the fact that she’d spent her time fucking some stranger instead of looking for the undercover, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind for the moment. She stomped the cigarette out on her nightstand and she slipped her lingerie back on, before finally turning to him.

“Yeah, you probably should be going.” She shrugged. “Emilio will be in here at some point tonight. You don’t have to go home, you should enjoy the party.” She smirked. “But, I’ve got to find him.” She sighed as she slipped her leather pants back on and brushed out her hair. She picked up his jeans and shirt tossing them to him.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d even do if she let him stay. The only guy who ever stayed with her was Emilio when he was feeling particularly horny, other than that. Guys paid, fucked, and left. She walked over to her vanity, brushing through her hair, before spraying her perfume on. She glanced back to him with a wicked smirk.

“By the way, you fuck pretty good for a rich boy.” She walked to her door. “See you at the races tomorrow night, yeah?” she said slipping out of the room before he could stop her.



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He smirked as she arched her back into him. He loved driving her crazy, it made his heart race and made him want her, to know that she wanted his just as much. Other girls wanted him because of his money or his bad boy attitude or the fact that he was a cop. But, she knew nothing about him and she wanted him just the same and that what he loved about it.

"Fuck, Max." as he kissed down her chest. "You're driving me crazy. Please just fuck me." she breathed and the desperation in her voice only made him slow down as he worked his way down, despite the fact that he was just as desperate as she was.

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When Max had finally rolled off of her he was completely exhausted, which was unusual for him. Normally he wore the girls out before he was worn out. He pulled her to his chest, pulling the sheets over them. Being with her was simple in the most complicated way. She was a total contradiction and he loved it. He was addicted, the second he kissed her and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to be able to stay away. He was in over his head with her, simply because she was the targets girl and that alone was dangerous territory.

He grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, placing it in his mouth and lighting it, taking a long drag from it before placing it between her lips. He glanced to the clock, remembering he had to be back a one, which was in less than an hour and in that time, he had to try and get some useful information out of her.

“That boyfriend of yours, is he better than me?” Max smirked down at her as he kissed the top of her head. He moved her gently off of him before standing up and slipping his jeans on. He turned to her lifting her up off the bed, but keeping the sheet wrapped around her. He carried her effortlessly out onto the balcony and sat her on the railing, warping his arms around her pressing his lips to hers. “Because, by the way you were screaming my name in there, doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing.” Max breathed, arrogantly against her skin as his lips moved along her neck.




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When they were finally done and he rolled off her, she was completely exhausted. She lay there, trying to catch her breath, completely worn out as he pulled her over to him and she lay on his chest and tried to breathe as he pulled she sheets up around them. He'd been incredible, and she'd had a lot of sex.

She watched him as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a drag before placing it between her lips and she smirked and raised her fingers to it, taking a long drag herself before pulling it away and letting the smoke out slowly. She caught his glance at the clock and sighed, resting her head against his chest, not wanting to think about having to go back to Emilio.

“That boyfriend of yours, is he better than me?” Max smirked and kissed the top of her head and she watched him as he stood and pulled his jeans on. He came over to her then and lifted her, sheets still wrapped around her as he carried her outside to the balcony, setting her on the railing. Mila grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck and her legs around his waist, smoking her cigarette with her other hand.

He pressed his lips against hers and she grinned against them and moaned softly. “Because, by the way you were screaming my name in there, doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing.” He breathed and she smirked and brought her cigarette to her lips again, closing her eyes and shivering as he kissed along her neck, making her wish they had time to keep going, but knowing she had to get back before morning or Emilio would send Angel to hunt her down and Max's life would be put in danger.

"No." She breathed out a breath of smoke, stretching her neck as he kissed her. "He's great, don't get me wrong, but you're definitely better than him." She smirked and took another drag from her cigarette. "No one's ever fucked me like that."




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It was silent for a long time and he knew she was reluctant to send him away just as he was reluctant to leave, but eventually, she sat up and started slipping her lingerie back on, so he knew what she was going to say. Cain sighed and took a drag off his cigarette as he watched her.

“Yeah, you probably should be going.” She shrugged and he nodded, expecting as much. “Emilio will be in here at some point tonight. You don’t have to go home, you should enjoy the party.” She smirked and he smirked back. “But, I’ve got to find him.” She sighed and he nodded, taking one last drag off his cigarette before sitting up and pulling on his jeans and shirt, buttoning it up and turning back to her, watching her get dressed and straighten up her hair.

“By the way, you fuck pretty good for a rich boy.” She walked to her door and he smirked. “See you at the races tomorrow night, yeah?” She said and he was tempted to grab her and make her stay, but she'd already slipped out the door. He sighed and checked his phone, just to make sure Max hadn't tried to get ahold of him, though, considering her been with a girl, he'd already known that wasn't a possibility before he'd looked. With a sigh, he put it away and slipped out of the room and back downstairs to the party to wait.

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She hated the she was having to go back to Emilio so soon and turn right back into his whore. She’d hinted to the races in hopes of getting to see Cain again, only she wouldn’t be able to get away from Emilio so easily tomorrow night. That was the night her and Mila played his whore twins, making out for other guys entertainment, dressing in close to nothing, dropping flags as the cars shot passed them, and then sold off to the highest bidder at the end of the night if Emilio was looking to make quick money. He’d bring Ava down there in the middle of all the drugs and slutty girls, but Dess would so much as get to talk to her. It was a frustrating thought really and she could feel her temper rising.

She pulled her cigarette case from her bra, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as she spotted Emilio on the couch surrounded by a few slutty girls, hanging on him desperate to end up in his bed. He glanced up and locked eyes with her and she rolled her eyes. She pushed through people before pausing in front of him, pressing the cigarette to her lips. He glanced behind her and she watched his eyes flick back to her, she knew exactly who he was looking at. Cain had come down the stairs and Emilio was suspicious.

“Are you going to tell these bitches to move?” she raised a brow and one of the girls stood up like they were ready to fight Dessa for calling her a bitch and Dessa only took a threatening step forward. “Please, hit me.” Dess smirked wickedly blowing a cloud of smoke in the girls face.

“Mustang cut the shit.” Emilio spat from where he sat. “Whatever your name is, get the fuck out of here.” He said and Dess just smirked as Emilio pulled her to his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist digging his fingers into her skin causing her to wince as he leaned in. “Where the fuck have you been all night? And, where the hell is Mila?” he whispered darkly.

“I’ve been searching for those narcs.” She said pressing her lips against his lips and he loosened his grip on her, she pulled away holding his eyes. “Mila’s been out by the pool, chatting it up with guys.” She lied perfectly and Emilio bought it when she kissed him again. She pulled away and Emilio started talking business again and all she wanted to do was be back with Cain, she managed to catch his eyes, before looking away again.



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"No. He's great, don't get me wrong, but you're definitely better than him." he matched her smirk as he pulled away and held her eyes. "No one's ever fucked me like that." she breathed and he chuckled.

If he was being honest, sex had never been that good with anyone else, not that he was willing to admit that too her at the moment, but she’d been more than incredible and all he wanted was to spend the rest of the night with her, but he knew the was only wish full thinking, because at the moment, they were both playing Cinderella. He wrapped an arm around her waist lifting her from the railing and setting her on the ground, placing a hand on either side of her.

“Is that right? What a shame.” He smirked wickedly, he placed a hand on the side of her face tracing his thumb along her bottom lip. Letting silence fall between them for a moment, he already felt attached and he had to shake that he knew that, because she was unobtainable and Maximillian Vanderpool didn’t settle down it just wasn’t in his blood. “Alright Cinderella, let’s get you home before the car of mine turns back into a pumpkin.” He smirked wickedly lifting her over his shoulder playfully.

He walked her back into the room and tossed her onto the bed, before grabbing his shirt and buttoning it up. He cracked open a beer from the mini bar taking a swig as he lips himself a cigarette and the taste of beer was almost as good as the taste of her lips. He watched her as she collected her things and got ready, before the two of them headed down stairs to his car.

He climbed into the front seat, putting the keys in the ignition. He pulled out his phone sending a quick text to his brother letting him know he was still alive and he’d be there soon. Once she was in the car he peeled out of the garage and speed towards Emilio’s. He glanced to her, taking his eyes of the road, like he wasn’t even driving, it came with his reckless personality and the worst part about it, he was incredibly good at being reckless.

“So Fox, you going to tell me your real name? You see my friend back home are less likely to believe me if I tell them I had a one night stand with a beautiful lady, named Fox.” He smirked keeping his eyes on her as he speed down the dark road.