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Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 16, 2016 20:24:22 GMT -5
Remy kept walking towards the house, careful not to trip over any stray logs or left over debris from the firefight from hours earlier. She looked over her shoulder to see Owen moving slowly and begrudingly towards her and she wondered if he even recognized her after all these years. She knew him...she knew those eyes. It was something she had never forgotten. Especially with the strangest story Arden ever said about them.
Slowly she walked up the steps, heading to the porch that wrapped around the front of the house until she reached a corner where she could lean and just talk to him. She needed to know what kind of man he was. She agreed with Charles that people can change and they may not be able to come back. As she stood in the dark she could hear Arden and Amarie talking quietly around the other side of the house after her cousin had yelled at the poor pup that had no master now.
Her eyes turned down to the floor and she could make out a few stains on the wood, saying a little, silent prayer for Shaun who fell helping her inside the house. Oddly, it was Ernie that ended up being her savoir. She loved Ernie, they all did, but there was only so much love you could give her cousin without him taking total advantage of it. She just waited for Owen to approach before this conversation could start. She needed to know what kind of man he was now and she needed him to be honest. She wasn't hopeful for either tonight.
Some came up beside him as he stared into the fire. Hesring the voice he turned to look at her. She was blinded, his age. Assuming she was with Arden and Amarie, and wasn't Ellie, he knew who she was. Arden and Ellie had a cousin. Blonde like Ellie, was with them every summer till she left for college. He hadn't seen her since, but something was the same with the girl he knew all along.
The eyes, the gap in her lips when she smiled. It was Rebecca. It had to be. He got up and followed her as she walked. He came up behind her, up onto the porch. He didn't say anything, didn't know what to say. Running his hands through his long blonde hair he leaned up on the porch railing. He looked her over. Wearing Ellie's clothes, if she wasn't Rebeccs it was a dam coincidence.
"You're Arden and Ellie's cousin right? Rebecca," he said calmly. "Listen I don't need the run down on how I,mthe bad guy, and fuck you for betraying us. I just got that twice from two of my closest friends. Now you know me. I'm not the bad guy. I just was with a bad crowd. I liked to think we left on good terms when we were kids."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 5:22:32 GMT -5
Remy heard his footsteps trudging up the stairs, to which she turned and leaned on the railing that lined the porch. She was about to say something to him when her thought was cut off by his blunt reaction to why she brought him to the porch to talk to him in the first place. He first said her real name, which she hadn't heard in such a long time.
"Yea, that's me."
But then his diatribe went on about how he had already been spoken to about betrayal. She could only assume it was by Arden and by the sound of his voice yelling at the poor innocent dog, it sounded like he was pissed. And for good reason. They always palled around when they were kids.
"Charles says you're the one that stole his bike and threw his biker patches at the farm house where we were staying before coming here. He wants revenge and when he says that I think he means he wants you dead."
She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at him sternly. She could see his face from the fire outside and she was looking for any signs of him lying to her.
"I don't want anyone else to die especially someone I grew up with. I told him I'd make a deal. You help fix up one of them bikes for him and you get to live."
There was some silence between them as she looked down at the floorboards shaking her head.
"I just want to make sure you're not going to finish the job of them bikers you were with. I want to know we're going to live through the night, regardless of you saying you're not a bad guy."
This time she looked up and caught his gaze. She wanted him to answer that to her face and she wanted to make sure she could see his face and his eyes as he said that. "This world changes people. I want to know if you've changed too."
So it was her after all. Memories of the two of them together filled his mind. The games, stories, many late nights laughing and playing. It was blissful. She had changed, matured, grew up. Wasn't awkward and lanky anymore. Out I all the memories though, what he remembered most was the kiss. It was years ago, but his first.
"Yeah well fuck him," Owen said folding his arms. "I ain't a biker, that shit don't mean anything to me. Patches, bikes. Bikes were here, that was one of you who blew them up, not any of the people here. Tell him if he wants a piece of me he knows where I am. I don't want anyone to die either, but I ain't gonna be intimidated by some biker prick. Wasn't when I was with these guys for protection, ain't now."
He looked at her watching his face. He spoke the truth he did t want anyone dead. "I don't know shit about fixing bikes. That's Amarie. I can drive one, but I don't build or fix them. I wasn't the one who broke it either. He wants a bike he can find it himself."
Owen threw up his hands. "I ain't playin' no games Rebecca. I don't want trouble. So lay off it. I was here protecting this place. It stopped them from tearing your family home tomthenfucking ground. I wasn't with them for shits and giggles. It was survival. End of story." He kept his eyes on her.
"I ain't the one who change. We used to trust family, no matter what."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 6:40:42 GMT -5
He continued to call her Rebecca, although that was certainly better then Becky. She hadn't been called Rebecca for years. The only time she remembered her real name was when she saw it on her driver's license or checks. Everyone called her Remy and that was the name she was used to.
"You ain't gotta be formal with me Owen. You never were before, you don't have to start now."
She looked past him through the front window to see Ric sleeping in the chair where she left him after the kitchen table surgery to remove the slugs from his chest. The baby, she could only assume, was left sleeping and she was worried about the child needing to feed and grow. How the hell were they supposed to take care of a baby?
Looking back to him as he fueled himself with his own words she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She lowered her voice as she spoke, not wanting Arden to come racing up and holding another knife to his throat. When they were kids, she always liked Owen even though he was a bit distant with the girls. As they grew older and he grew into his looks, she remembered him being a little more aloof yet, he still took the time to pay attention to her. They shared their first kiss and that was something she never forgot.
"Owen, you can't fight them like this. I appreciate what you did to keep the house standing and we've all done things to survive, but right now, at this very moment, they see you as the enemy still. You have to see that, right? Amarie saved you from Arden today. I'm trying to save you today."
"Aren't we adults now? They don't call me O anymore, figured it was the same," Owen said with a shrug. "Okay Remy, so you want, me to fix bikes, I ain't gonna be much help. Cook them a meal, hunt, fish yes. But bikes are a no go. I couldn't fix them even if I tired. I wish I could make it up to them. Maybe I should talk to Charles, Arden, give them my opinion. They ain't gonna understand but it's a start."
He folded his arms again, watching her gaze shift from him to the window. "You all sound like I was best buds with these bikers. I didn't even know all their names. I kept to myself. Hell they beat me down for disobeying more times than I can't count. But they weren't leaving, and I wasn't going to let them destroy this place. People change I get that. My own brother tried to kill me. My own brother Remy. I didn't even do that to you guys. I never fired at you. I didn't even know it was you till then. But the biker group I was with.mwe rolled up, some one had slaughtered the men we sent out. I assume things got heated between you two and then Knox wanted revenge. He was the mind behind it all, I was just muscle."
Owen sighed. "If you want me to go I will. I don't need to stay here." He turned and started to walk away. He was done defending himself. They didn't want him, he'd leave.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 7:20:16 GMT -5
"I never called you O to start with. I hated that stupid nickname for you." She shook her head and thought back to it. She remembered Ernie calling him that and making the sounds of people having sex as he said that. She remembered Ernie saying 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Owen' like he was making the girls climax and it creeped all the girls out. "Then fine. You hunt, you fish, you cook. Whatever it takes to prove that you're still part of the family."
When he explained his stance with the bikers it was something new that she hadn't heard before. None of them had. They had no idea what his stance was and still, he was seeing where he was coming from within his own mind. She would defend him with that and she would believe him if that were the truth. As he started to walk off, she took a few steps forward, reaching for his arm and tugging him back.
"Owen, wait. We...I don't want you to go. Just...stop. We need to rest. We all need to rest. In the morning let's just grab some fishing poles and head to the dock, okay? Charles, the biker, he ain't unreasonable. Arden, well, you know how explosive he is. Give him a few days and he'll settle down. Let Amarie work on him. You know she had a crush on him so maybe she can calm his ass down before he talks to you."
She stopped herself as she looked at him, realizing her fingers were still wrapped around his arm. She didn't realize how thick his arm was and slowly she let go, clenching her jaw a bit and swallowing hard. Her voice cracked, just like how it did when she spoke to Charles. Just like it always did when she felt a bit overly emotional.
"Yeah but my mother did. So did all the other moms. It was short, simple. But I outgrew it,"'he said calmly. And he was glad he did. If Ernie said it one more time he'd have clocked him. He was Owen now, he assumed she's just be Rebecca. Remy was because Ellie couldn't say Rebecca. It stuck even to this day apparently.
He felt her tug him back and spun around to look at her. She went on about just needing rest, and to let it die down. "Yeah, we can do that. Catch some fish, I haven't done that in years. I remember you liked to fish, always tried to catch the biggest. I don't know this Charles but I know Arden. Your right. He'll calm down, he always does." She was right, a few days they'd make up. He'll they were men, by tomorrow they'd be best pals again. Arden and him ever fought long. Last one lasted a day. That was over work, this was family. It may take a bit longer. "See I always knew you were smart. Brains and beauty, the full package Remy." He smiled and looked at her eyes with his. What was that dam thin Arden told her, he never did find out.
"So how did your causing break his arm? Looks fresh. And where's your twin cousin at, Ellie ain't with you? She didn't? She ain't dead is she," he asked looking down. "This is it for me too. All of us, back together. It means something. We can make it work." He smiled again. "You stay up in New Orleans this whole time? The whole year and how ever little bit it's been. He'll almost two, two winters at least."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 9:22:28 GMT -5
Remy stepped back and leaned against the railing again as he spoke about the nickname again and about fishing. She remembered those summers when they would go out early in the morning, just barely before the sun was up and try to beat each other for the best spot. They would usually hang out at the bait shop, dangling their feet over the edge of the docks while fishermen came and went to buy their supplies. She remembered the sweet lemonade her aunt would bring out and that measure up the size of the fish at the end of the morning.
"Yea, well you boys always made it a competition. Always comparing the size of your fish like you was whipping out your dicks or something." She chuckled as she said that but when he complimented her, the blush in her cheeks rose. She was thankful it was dark outside and the only way he could see it was by the light from the fire outside. She just hoped it was dark enough so that he couldn't. "I guess you know I stayed in New Orleans. Sorry I didn't get back much. But life, you know. It gets busy."
She looked towards the group that was still passing around the moonshine and the stranger seemed to wake up as he was being strung up. Tobias and Ernie had that one taken care of. "There was a fight, when those bikers arrived. We thought they were part of your group." She waved her hand and corrected herself. "The group that was here. Charles and Arden got into a fistfight and Charles busted him up a little."
When he asked about Ellie she sighed and shook her head. He was asking a lot of questions about where she was and honestly, she didn't even want to talk about it. The only thing it would do was drudge of memories of all the places she went and all the people she had met...and lost. The wounds were still too fresh.
"I ain't seen Ellie. We're going to find her though. I've...I ran. But I went the wrong way." She turned her back to him now as she looked out towards the group. Looking to her right she was trying to see if anything else was going to pop out of the woods and take them by surprise. "It doesn't matter."
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2016 14:01:35 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
He saw he blush as she said that and smiled. "I don't know, I remember you there as well. Competing with us boys. Whipping out your own dick." He smirked and blushed at the same time as he watched her. "You were just as competitive, don't lie." He thought back to the dock, early morning fishing. Out of the group Remy and him always did the most. It was relaxing, calming. As much as it was a completion with Ernie and Arden, he would relax and fish just as much on his own.
Many morning he'd be down by the dock. Rod in the water, catching something just to let it go. He rarely ever caught something when he was by himself. He didn't know why. Maybe they just weren't biting, maybe it was missing his good luck charm. Either way he fished and fished, most morning out there wether someone joined him or not.
"Figured you went off to school, became some doctor or something. You were only here during the summers though, so it's understandable. After a while, you just grow up." He smirked, "I figured you'd be back for a few holidays but never saw you. Guess work and your new life came first." He leaned agaismt the wall of the house.
"I was meaning after all this shit went down though. Were you hold up in New Orleans this whole time. Fighting off the geeks and raiders," he said calmly, starting to relax.
"A fight? You don't say? Yet Arden's pissed at me? Guy breaks his arm and Arden don't bat an eye. He's the enemy. How you know he sit with the bikers. Some other chapter or something?" He knew he wasn't Knox spoke hatred towards the man. "I know he ain't, but still, Bikers rem? Thought you hated bikes?" He pushed off the wall and fell back to it again.
"Don't make sense. Biker bests Arden up. Yet he help you take back your home. Common enemy, I get that. But now, why is he still here? Why hasn't Arden kicked his ass out? Don't tell me Arden's gone soft now. That's the last thing we need." He smirked again.
"Listen Rem, I'm Sory. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I fucked up. Hurt you all. I'm a scum bag, I feel like shit." He tucked his hands in his pockets. "I don't need to make it up to no biker, but to you, Arden, Amarie, I do."
She spoke about Ellie and he nodded. He would drop it there. "We'll find her. I count on that."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 15:43:35 GMT -5
She chuckled and smiled as he spoke about her whipping out her own proverbial dick just to compete with the boys. Someone had to. The guys usually ran all over the group of girls and when it was too much, they would leave the boys to their games and they would go up to Ellie's room, listen to music and talk about boys. When they were young, she remembered playing with Ellie's dollhouse and getting into her aunt's makeup. She missed that innocence. Usually while the girls were playing with dolls, the boys were gigging frogs. It bothered her way more then Ellie and Amarie. She was still a city girl.
"Yea, I grew up, Owen. So did you. I heard you and Arden lost touch. Everyone went their own ways I guess. I was just a little further away."
Still, he pressed her about if she was in New Orleans the entire time. There was a long silence between them as she failed to answer him. She didn't want to open up to him, not like this, not here and certainly not now. They barely remembered each other, but once they started talking, the memories of their childhood came flooding back. That was something she enjoyed sharing with him. Clenching her jaw, she turned back around facing him. He was against the wall and she was against the railing with a good few feet between them. "I wasn't here Owen. I wasn't in the state. I was everywhere but where I needed to be, okay? Yea, so I guess that means I fucked up too. I didn't even come to find my family when this all started."
She looked at him sternly as she sighed. He didn't need to know the details of her adventures. About Lex, about Luca, about California and Miami. He didn't need to know about Adolphus and Acer. She didn't have the energy to tell him everything and she wasn't sure she ever would.
"As far as them bikers, I don't know how their codes work and I really don't care. He cares about those patches, they mean something. They weren't the same group though. Dead enemies I would suspect. I guess all gangs work the same but he did help us. He had manpower and that's what we needed. Amarie found all them weapons in the old farmhouse up the road..."
She paused for a second before continuing. "And since I don't know shit about guns, we needed more muscle. That's exactly what Charles brought and I'm grateful for it. We got our house back. We freed you and Ernie. Ernie saved me in the house though, if you can believe that."
Her gaze met with his solidly as she said that gauging his reaction to basically being called a slave to those bikers. When he admitted that he fucked up and lost his aggression towards Arden she took a step forward and smiled. That's all she needed to hear to convince him that he was on their side. "You ain't a scumbag. We all have to work here now. These guys will probably stay up and drink their injuries away. I'm gonna turn in early and get up at sunrise to start fishing. Get us something to eat. You should...ya know. Take care of your face."
She chuckled as she said that knowing that may sting a little. He knew he was the pretty one of the group and his looks sometimes were the best thing about him. She remembered talking to Ellie about one of his raving girlfriends he had just dumped for another girl and it made her happy not to be a part of his web.
"Yeah we lost touch. All my time and effort went into my dad's shop. I was there every day, just to turns profit. This town had one place for meat, same as it had one place for bait. It was local. People mattered to us. If I wasn't carving meat I worked the front till, all day everyday. That's how it had to be. I couldn't run away and do what I wanted. Lord knows my brother wasn't gonna help. Had his sorry ass set on being a cop."He paused, "got worse when my dad died. Had a heart attack. I was now the sole owner of this shop. It's all my family had, and I could barely keep it going. If I wasn't running it I was drinking my troubles away." He shrugged. "But Arden came around. I'd see him every so often. First it was for friendly visits. Then I would store stuff in ,y coolers. Turned out to be drugs, guns, shine. Ernie and seden were peddling it off the back of your uncle's bait trucks. Mixed in with the inventory. Had contacts down south, sold up north to gangs. I wanted no part of it."
He sighed. "I wasn't in the state either. Was up in Tennessee. Visiting a sick aunt who had a some of money tucked away to give my dad but never did. I had to go collect it. World went to shut when I got there. Spent the better part of a year getting back. When I got here it was chaos, bikers inthe house, Arden and Amarie no where to be seen. I didn't go find my family either, step mom and sister were still in the city last I saw. But that was two years ago. So yeah we both fucked up. I should have went after them. Instead I was looking out for myself. Selfish prick, I know."
Owen felt her stern gaze. They were only a few feet apart, his legs stretched out as he leaned on the wall. She explained her current situation with the bikers and he nodded along. "Makes sense. You had guns but no one to fire them. The bikers had a comon enemy despite kicking your ass. Like a whipped dog you used them to get what you wanted. Can't say I wouldn't do the same. I knew about the weapons. Figured the bikers were the last ones I wanted to have them. If I had known the girl in their was Amarie, maybe things would have gone differently. All we knew was that someone was in that house, but we didn't know who. One person, weren't up to nothing. Only a few of us knew about her, didn't tell Knox, the leader Charles took down."
He looked at her. "Yeah and I'm grateful for that. And I believe it. You're family, we save one another. Wish it would have been me though. I caused more problems than I fixed. I need to make it up to my family. So what about the bikers now though? They gonna stay? For sure the night, but long term, all these people. Can't see Arden liking that." he hadn't been against her calling him a slave to the bikers. In a way he was. He had free will when with them, but couldn't leave. They'd hunt him down. So in a way, he was a slave. Forced to run and gun for them.
"You're turning in for the night? I may join yah, I don't need to converse with any of them. Besides, you, Amarie, and Ernie I don't know any of them. They either want to hurt me or kill me. I don't need that. I'll get up early though. Meet you on the way to fish. That work? Sound like a plan? Me and you can fish till we catch enough for everyone. Then I'll fillet them, fry them up, will be good. Bikers had food inside, some canned beans, deer. Maybe we catch a gator, or some crawfish. The fishing boats are still out there, further down by the bigger peer. We could get a big crawfish boil going."
He smiled. She mentioned his face and he cringed. "That bad is it? Doubt we have any ice. Is it swollen yet?" He reached up to feel it, wincing st the pain. "Guess I better get some shine. Numb my face before I got to sleep. Got any mess left, pain killers. Or did you use them all playing doctor inside?"
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 17, 2016 20:47:46 GMT -5
Sky came up the stairs of the porch towards the door and she looked rather hostile as she came in. She looked over her shoulder as she saw Charles coming back to the fire along with Damon in tow. She wondered what had gotten over the woman and could only assume it was hormones driving her to such emotional extremes. She turned back to Owen as he spoke about working in his father's butcher shop and she had no idea that he died.
"I'm sorry to hear about your dad. Your brother became a cop eh? I probably ran into him in the city and didn't even realize it."
Owen was talking and telling her things and she wondered if he was expecting the same from her. She wasn't about to open up to him or anyone for that matter. He was becoming an open book as he spoke about where he was and what he was doing. It was making her wonder if he was suddenly having a come to jesus moment with her. Maybe she was just easy to talk to.
"You callin me a whipped dog?" She took a step closer to him as her gaze went fierce. "Let me tell you something... I ain't no whipped dog. But I know when I'm outnumbered and we were outnumbered by everyone that was here. We could use the guns there just wasn't enough of us."
She stepped a little closer, bringing her hands to his cheeks and tilting his head up. Amarie shoved some bandages up there and she didn't want to keep them in there that long. "Stay still."
As he kept talking, she started to pull the pieces of bandages out of his nose, trying to be as gentle as she could. The bleeding looked as if it had been completely sucked up by the makeshift sheets she shoved up his nose. She pressed her thumbs into the bridge of his nose, making sure it was set straight before finally pulling back. She didn't know what to say when he said he was going to join her. She was actually looking forward to just falling into bed and closing her eyes, but he had another plan. He was going to come with her.
"So, you're going to join me then? You gonna sleep in the same room with me? Gonna just snuggle up right next to me in the same bed?"
She stayed close to him as she spoke, raising a brow as she looked up at him. "Your nose will be fine in a week or so. I think I have some pain pills in my pack. We ain't got no ice. If you want to go fishing with me, that's fine. It's probably better that you stay close anyways. Ain't no need to get yourself in any more trouble with anyone else."
She would let him think about that for a minute before turning towards the door, following in the footsteps that Sky took. Only she stopped at the door and turned slightly to look at him. She hesitated for a moment before waiting for him as she opened the door.
"Well, come on then."
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2016 20:49:05 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
"Yeah he was out here more time than I can count. Always busting some redneck for possessions or terms of endangerment. He was always a bully, still was," Owen said calmly. "You wouldn't recognize him. He didn't have the Leckard looks." He smirked as he said that. His brother wasn't bad looking, just not as good as his dad had been, himself, or his sister.
He watched her. She was thinking. Of soemthing, he wondered what it was. Owen had always been an open book to everyone. He spoke his mind and liked to talk. Mostly about the past. She had asked about him and Arden, he gave the answer. Why him and Arden weren't on best of terms even under what just happened.
"Of course I am. The bikers here had you outgunned matched, and out gunned. So you like a dog who was just whipped and beaten you got revenge. Tempted up with the other hounds." He grinned. As she stepped closer he watched her, felt her hands on his cheeks. She pulled the sheets from his nose. It had a feeling of relief he could breathe, no blood. He smiled at her, wincing a little as she made sure his nose was set. It hurt to be touched, but he could handle it. "Thanks. Amarie only did half the job I gues."
He Looked at her. Blushing a little bit as she mentioned snuggling up next to her in a room, he rubbed the back of his head. "I...I..uh..I didn't mean that. I meant...uh..fuck it. I meant just getting some sleep, but you know if you want some company. I was thinking Ernie's bunk. Why did you want to cuddle up? Sleep in the big master bed."
He stepped closer. "At least take me fishing before you take me to bed. I don't just give myself out there." he smirked. He followed behind her, through the door, laughing as he went.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 18, 2016 6:50:22 GMT -5
Remy stopped at the door and leaned over the railing on the porch to find out from Arden where she was supposed to sleep tonight. He told her to take his room, which meant he was taking the master bedroom. She muttered under her breath "Damn". She wanted the master bedroom, but looking down at him and Amarie it was possible she could see why. She said nothing more as she thanked him and went inside.
Ric was still sleeping on the chair and she moved a knitted blanket from the couch that was crumpled up in one corner. She threw it on top of Ric and went upstairs with Owen in tow. Owen spoke about his brother, the cop, with a bit of disdain. Busting friends and strangers in a small knit community. This place was backwoods, she knew that. She wondered if his brother busted Ernie..and gleefully so.
"I was ..with...a cop before here. He was a good shot. Helped protect us all pretty good." She moved down the dark hallway, feeling the door out before heading inside. As she moved into the room, her foot kicked a spent shell that left a small hole in the wall. It was hard to see but as her eyes adjusted, she could see the bed. It smelled musty in here but she would get used to that. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she started to take off her boots and socks with a groan. She knew she would wake up sore from dehydration and excess use of her muscles during the fight.
She immediately regretted telling Owen about Luca. It left the door open for him to ask more questions about Luca and really, all she wanted to do was forget about him and their relationship. There was guilt in those thoughts. There was a lot of guilt that weighed on her shoulders that left her exhausted. She decided to change the subject before he could start asking questions.
"And you never give yourself away? Please Owen. Ellie used to fill me in on your escapades with girls around here. I think, if I remember correctly, you had at least three girlfriends you were juggling over some Christmas holiday. She said you got busted on Christmas day."
They stopped to get room assignments. But Owen quickly followed, back up the steps and toward the top floor. He knew his way around the house, nothing had changes. Everything was in its rightful place, and had a rightful home. As the came to Arden's room he stepped in behind her. There was a dresser on the right wall, book on the left. Bed was on the wall closest to the door, a chest at the end. Besides that it was pretty empty. Closet had his clothes, bookcase had a football, some hunting books, and magazines. There was a crushed beer can on the night stand. So,e hut ing equipment laid around against a single wooden chair. Crossbow, few bolts, snares. It was the same, despite bikers living here.
"Really a cop? He try and kill you too," Owen asked, more talking about his bastard of a brother. "You didn't kill him did you? That would be one hell of a coincidence." Owen didn't know what else to say. If she wanted to talk more about it she would have. For now he would just make comments about himself. It hit him hard to think about it. Killing his own brother. He felt sick from it, didn't know why. Maybe it was guilt, despite it being revenge or self defence.
He watched her take off her boots and socks. Moving the crossbow he sat on the chair and stretched his legs out. "I may have. But I didn't sleep with them. And that only didn't work out because I didn't get either three a gift. Whoops. But what can I say, I was fifteen. I told yah I grew up, matured. Ain't had more than one woman at once in a long time. I kept steady relationships. Consistent. Never last though, they just wanted a quick fling." He shrugged. "Ain't like you weren't partying it up in New Orleans. Bet you had your fair share. Ecspecislly looking like you do."
He grinned. "So were you serious about...you know..sharing a bed. Or was this just an excuse to get me out of the public. Have to be careful so I do t get stabbed in the back tonight."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 18, 2016 9:43:05 GMT -5
Listening to Owen, she sighed as he wondered aloud if she tried to kill him or vice versa. "No, we didn't try to kill each other." She said that in a whispered tone as she looked towards him when he sat across from her. She couldn't see his features, just the outline of his body as the dying fire in the fireplace below cast a dim glow down the hallway and into the room. It was faint, but noticeable. "I don't want to talk about him."
She leaned back on the bed, eventually just laying down with her legs dangling over the edge just enjoying the feel of a soft mattress beneath her back. It was a luxury these days. It was nicer then the hotel bed she shared with Luca and she closed her eyes.
"Dumbass. Always get a girl a present for Christmas. Even if you got ten women, you get them all presents for Christmas."
When he spoke about sharing Arden's bed with her, her eyes snapped open and she stared up at the ceiling. Honestly, she knew if he stayed in here, it was probably save him from getting shot in his sleep considering he wasn't the one that was blood. He was certainly more family then the biker group though.
"It will keep you safe and it will keep us both warm. But that's it Owen..." Before she could continue, she heard the chaos outside. More loud voices, more shouting and worst of all the loudest one was Arden. "Holy shit, what now?" She sat up and didn't even bother to put her boots back on as she stood up, nearly tripping over them as she moved to the door. "Just...stay here Owen. You get involved in whatever the hell Arden is doing down there and it will just make things worse."
Last Edit: Mar 18, 2016 9:43:32 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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