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all he knew was flame — the drugs used to burn his building . she had it wrong . it wasn’t the people or the things that destroy him , he was the one you should run from . and still , he'll humor her and the possibility of something more . “what do you think will come out of this ?"

" not everything has to burn ... you're allowed to have things or people that don't destroy you. " a pause , femme catching her bottom lip between her teeth , nervous habits. " just tell me what you want and i can be it ... "

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she humorlessly laughs with a nod . “right . everyone’s fucking crazy and you’re just —“ cocks head , gesturing towards him . “what ? enlighten me , axel . what exactly are you , if not a prick right now ?”

'  you're  fucking  crazy  ,  and  it's  got  nothing  to  do  with  me  .  '

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“i’d rather you not waste my time ,” deadpans as papers shift on his desk before attention varies and he leans back , glancing in her direction . “will that be shit all or do you have anything more enlightening to say ?”

'  we  can  sit  and  talk  and  i’ll  pretend  that  i  give  a  fuck  .  '

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"you're too sweet for me , i take my whiskey neat ."

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he hums to himself , chest vibrating , “so i’ve been told .” corner of his mouth tugs upward into a lazy smile that reaches , keeping a close eye on her before he scoffs through nostrils , “that wasn’t a date , that was a cry for help .” a joke , sort of . but if a drink was what she wanted then a drink was what she’d get . especially if it meant savoring a headache for a later date . didn’t seem like she was purposely going out of her way to annoy him , anyway . and for that , he was grateful . last thing he wanted was to tie her up in his office . “what do you want ?” he asks her , walking around the counter to prepare the concoction himself . the only want he can keep his hands where they should be and not somewhere else .

she  snickered  at  the  insinuation  ,  knowing  it  was  only  a  fleeting  comment  .  sabrina  hadn't  prayed  to  anyone  since  she  sat  at  the  end  of  her  father's  bed  and  begged  god  not  to  take  him  .  that  was  before  she  knew  everything  that  she  knew  now  .  nothing  was  ever  as  it  seemed  ,  even  god  ,  and  she  likely  would  never  call  on  him  again  ,  even  if  he  appeared  in  the  form  of  some  meaty  bouncer  .  "  you're  funny  ,  you  know  that  ?  "  her  eyes  roll  ,  this  time  with  less  aggression  .  "  not  my  keeper  ,  but  ...  you  kidnap  my  date  and  tell  me  i  can't  accept  a  drink  from  the  next  one  .  so  why  don't  you  do  it  —  buy  me  a  drink  .  then  we'll  both  have  what  we  want  .  "

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"only the one you'll pray to ." knew it wouldn't be taken lightly , him butting in . probably wasn't a smart call considering she wasn't his sister , but someone else's and he didn't have a say on what she did . receives a text from creed that they're handling homme and nods , glancing over at her after responding and shoving his phone back into his pocket . "are you done ? you can do whatever you want . i'm not your keeper ," a reminder for himself more than anything . "just don't do anything stupid . think you can manage that or do i have to make sure you don't take drinks from strangers ?"

"  so  that  makes  you  some  sort  of  god  ,  does  it  ?  "  there's  a  slight  bite  in  her  tone  as  she  watches  his  men  escort  her  evening  plans  out  of  view  .  knew  that  if  she  really  wanted  to  ,  she  could  find  a  way  to  get  to  him  ,  but  she  didn't  really  want  anything  .  that  was  kind  of  her  whole  mo.  had  been  sort  of  unimpressed  by  life  thus  far  and  so  every  action  was  just  to  get  a  reaction  ;  something  ,  anything  to  make  her  feel  a  little  less  dead  inside  .  "  can  i  get  myself  a  drink  or  are  you  cutting  me  off  ,  too  ?  " 

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cheeks warm at the praise that leaves his lips , feeling content now that she got it and he wasn’t so mad at her anymore . smiles into the embrace , deepening it as fingers land against the back of his head , pulling him down closer . hers — all hers and she liked to remind herself of that . he loved her , he wanted her . and she loved and wanted him the same , if not more . maybe that was dangerous , to want someone more than you , but he made it all worth it . he made it all okay . proved why he deserved it . palms down his forearm , holding onto his wrist as delicate lashes flutter open to look up into his eyes . “good ,” nods obediently , agreeing with sentiment . “wouldn’t want to be with else .” a reminder that she chose him , not halo . “i love you , paris .”

homme  relished  in  the  innocence  that  danced  behind  her  eyes  ,  feeling  certain  that  she'd  never  make  that  vow  unless  she  intended  to  follow  through  .  "  that's  my  girl  ,  "  he  praises  before  dipping  down  to  reward  her  with  a  gentle  yet  hungry  kiss  .  they  all  were  kind  of  like  that  ,  weren't  they  ?  he  could  never  just  sample  her  and  leave  it  at  that  because  once  he  got  a  taste  ,  he  feened  for  more  .  which  was  partly  why  he  wouldn't  turn  her  away  in  spite  of  the  rift  .  he  needed  her  just  as  much  as  she  needed  him  .  "  no  ,  save  it  for  later  .  "  agrees  while  breaking  away  ,  palm  resting  against  her  delicate  neck  .  the  very  last  thing  they  needed  was  to  draw  negative  attention  when  the  idea  of  them  as  a  couple  was  still  a  fresh  open  wound  to  her  family  and  friends  alike  .  "  tonight  you're  all  mine  .  "

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he doesn’t say anything , but gives away nothing . known for stoic stance and behavior , he wasn’t going to play into her self loathing . even if what she did was pathetic . “no ,” they weren’t paying for protection . her brother had a sea of men on his roll . luckily , so did he . “but this is my club .” signals in that moment , creed carrying out the deed as two others come to circle homme waiting for her by the door to escort him to a private inning . “you’re not stupid ,” he clarifies , “you’re just acting that way .”

she  glances  away  from  the  nagging  look  in  his  eyes  to  find  the  homme  in  question  waiting  by  the  door  ,  tapping  at  his  phone  screen  .  the  truth  was  she  didn't  know  much  about  him  at  all  .  just  that  he'd  roughed  leo  up  pretty  badly  one  night  and  niccolo  having  a  target  on  him  ever  since  .  "  you  must  think  i'm  pretty  pathetic  ,  right  ?  "  sleeping  her  way  through  her  brother's  hit  list  ,  "  maybe  i  am  ,  but  i'm  not  helpless  .  no  one  is  paying  for  your  protection  so  ,  i  don't  know  what  gives  you  the  right  to  interfere  with  anything  i  have  going  on  .  "

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yeah , “and there’s a reason for that .” some people were made evil while others were just born that way . knew it wasn’t his place but if she wasn’t going to give a shit about her well-being just because she wanted to stick it to her brother , then he’ll gladly make himself out to be the bad guy . “you can either tell him goodnight or i can do it for you ,” their eyes meet . “if i were you , i’d choose wisely this time .”

"  i  know  niccolo  hates  him  ,  "  and  that  was  good  enough  for  her  .  it  seemed  everything  she'd  been  doing  since  her  father  ,  or  rather  ,  her  kidnapper's  death  ,  was  for  one  purpose  only  .  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  the  rossi  boys  and  hoped  that  if  she  fucked  enough  of  their  enemies  ,  they'd  lose  interest  in  her  too  . 

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“i’m not your brothers ,” that much was evident as stare strengthens but he doesn’t make a move just yet . the ball was still in her court , waiting to see if she makes the right decision . of course she doesn’t . “do you have any idea what you’re doing ? who you’re with ?” eyebrow raises to prompt a response , now dividing the space between them in half so he can look at her a little better . maybe it was an excuse to be a little closer . guess we’ll never know .

the  word  should  suggested  that  she  had  the  free  will  to  decline  his  recommendation  ,  but  his  broadened  stance  told  her  otherwise  .  "  i'll  keep  that  in  mind  ,  "  she  solemnly  swore  ,  gesturing  for  the  man  she  was  with  to  continue  toward  the  exit  while  hanging  back  to  have  one  final  word  .  "  brodie  ,  i  already  have  a  warden  .  three  of  them  ,  actually  .  so  ,  unless  you  want  our  relationship  to  be  as  estranged  as  the  ones  i  have  with  my  brothers  ,  i'd  back  off  .  "   

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"yeah , i've never been good at following the rules , either ." smirks and nods , placing his glass filled with rum down on the edge before grabbing a stick and helping place the balls in the triangle . lines it up perfectly before removing the template , "i'd say ladies first , but that might give you an advantage ." bends to knock into the arrangement of colors , striking two balls into a pocket .

" the better question is , are you ? " 'cause she wasn't about to back out first , not against him . hardly considered anything he could bring , much of a challenge . perhaps she was just judgmental but she was pretty sure all he was capable of was being a tabloid mess . " i might not play fair . "

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"you sure you want to do that ?" it was a bad idea on all parts considering he's high and she looks too good not to toss up onto the table and screw her brains out .

open to mutuals

" okay , fine . challenge accepted . "

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god , there was something so enticing and sexy when he got jealous . even if he had no reason to be . supposed , she could also remember that from time to time when a girl looked his way or touched him . just because she knew what it felt like to lose him and she lost a part of herself back then . tongue samples her own lipstick as she licks across lesser , sitting back on homme's knees when zeno takes the drugs out of her possession . "loads ," counters with a hum , thumbing the corner of her mouth before he takes her into his lap next , wrapping her arm around his shoulders , gaze falling to the powder now in a pile on the glass table . mouth waters , wanting - no , needing another line and hides the urge by turning her face towards his , kissing along her boyfriend's neck and jawline , continuing to leave a red streak behind . for an addict , there was nothing more satisfying than having him all to herself . "one for each of us ," muses with a smirk when the other man struggles to accept what the two of them were up to . couldn't blame him , no one liked sharing missy rae . had that enigmatic aura about her , fleeting at best and every time they reached for her , she was gone . "or maybe two for me and z ."

when  his  message  goes  ignored,  he  downs  the  rest  of  the  liquor  in  his  glass,  welcoming  the  soothing  burn  that  eases  his  insides  and  aids  to  keep  him  calm.  finally  decides  to  take  matters  into  his  own  hands,  strides  taking  him  across  the  space  to  where  she  was,  entertaining  a  more  than  amused  nobody.  smug  bastard.  arrives just in time to catch the question that is asked, ignoring it. steals  the  baggy  from  her  and  greets  the  pair  with  a  chilling  smile,  “ having  fun ? ”  it’s  almost  reminiscent  of  the  time  he  barged  into  her  hotel  room  after  she’d  fled  the  country  and  he  had  to  bring  her  home  ..  except  it  wasn’t.  things  were  different  now;  the  circumstances  were  in  their  favor.  the  last  time  they  let  their  jealousy  get  the  best  of  them,  it  blew  up  in  their  faces  and  nearly  obliterated  their  relationship  before  it  even  begun.  he  wouldn’t  make  that  mistake  again.  “ hey,  man, ”  acknowledges  the  other  male,  plopping himself down to occupy  the  empty  spot  adjacent  to  them,  “ thanks  for  keeping  her  company. ”  syllables  are  uttered  nonchalantly as  he  leans  forward  to  empty  the  substance  onto  the  table.  turns  to  grab  missy  by  the  waist,  lifting  and  maneuvering  her  onto his lap  before  shifting  back  into  a  reclined  position, making sure they were comfortable.  “ now  if  you  don’t  mind, ”  his  head  nods  towards  the  pile  of  white  powder  sitting  atop  the glass  surface before them,  “ cut  that  up  for  us,  will  you ? ”

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give missy rae an inch and she'll take a mile . always been that way since she was a little girl , recognizing early on that new york city's heiress was on everyone's radar , including her mother's . older woman didn't like the attention she was receiving or how her face managed to paint itself across every tabloid in the city . people were talking about the kelly's but not because of business , but because their daughter was the front page news . everyone assumed things about her so she allowed the narrative to run until she was forced into valley prep as a reminder that her parents had the power . thought they could beat her into submission , but it never worked . she was who she was , flaws and all . nothing and no one can change that . it's why homme worked so well against her , countering her light with a forest fire . they were twin flames , destined to intertwine . feeling her waist vibrate from a text she presumes is from her boyfriend , blonde ignores it in order to light her own inferno . it was too good to pass up now , moving to straddle his lap as palms surface over her ass , pulling her further against him . just as she pinches plastic filled with powder in-between her fingers , he questions where's that boyfriend of yours now ?

struggles to  peel  his  eyes  away  from  the  image  she’s  painting  for  him,  no  matter  how  provoking  to  observe  another  man  fondling  his  girlfriend.  the  notion  of  zeno  moretti  committing  to  one  person  was  already  surprising enough,  but the only reason they had a chance was because  the  two  of  them  were  more  alike  than  different.  he  saw  every  side  to  her,  understood  her  on  every  level.  they  both  craved  freedom,  enjoyed  the  liberty  of  doing  whatever  the  hell  they  wanted  regardless  of  the  consequences;  keeping  her  on  a  tight  leash  would  just  push  her  further  away.  so  he  stands  firm,  remaining  at  a  distance  and  ignoring  that  twinge  of  possessiveness  inside  his  chest  as  the  minutes  seemingly  dragged  on.  impatient,  he  ultimately pulls  his  phone  out  to  text  her  the words ‘ tick  tock ’  in  friendly,  not-so-friendly  reminder  that  she  was  taking  longer  than  necessary. 

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it was evident that there was no one else she wanted , but him . had never been in a relationship , not a real one — he was the only guy she had let close enough to experience what it was like to be with her . to hold her trust and loyalty despite the disastrous path that followed . because eventually , things got too real , too soon , and she ruined everything before it had the chance to be what they are now . she holds onto the homme she’s sat on — drew or justin , couldn’t remember his name . didn’t care to and nibbles on his ear , his grasp on her thigh going higher until it’s treading on dangerous territory . close to heated center covered in flimsy red lace , exhaling a breath and kissing him below his ear as lithe digits feather along his chest to doll up for what she went there for .

they’re  dipping  their  toes  in  dangerous  waters,  entering  what  used  to  be  familiar  territory.  with  everything  that’s  happened  —  all  the  lies  and  deception  and  backstabbing  —  he  acknowledges  the  necessity  to  rebuild  their  relationship  from  the  ground  up,  something  he’s  willing  to  try  for  her.  to  secure  a  more  stable  future  than  their  tempestuous  past.  her  lips  mark  his  neck  with  a  trail  of  tiny  ruby  stains,  a  parting  gift  he’ll  gladly  accept,  before momentarily  shifting  his  attention  to  order  himself  his  go-to  whiskey  and coke  at  the  bar.  by  the  time  his  drink  is  ready,  he  finds  her  perched  on  another  man’s  lap,  gaze  drawn  to  the  contrived  scene  like  a  moth  to  a  fucking  flame.  captures  her  eyes  over  the  rim  of  his  glass,  silently  giving  her  the  luxury  and  faith  to  proceed  as  she  pleases,  even  if  the  hand  on  her  thigh  induces  him  to  tip  the  dark  amber  liquid  down  his  throat.

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once upon a time ago , she wouldn’t have thought twice about it . would have shoved her tongue down homme’s throat , let him feel her up while zeno watched , a game they both used to enjoy . things were different now , sharing wasn’t part of the deal . not since they both fucked that up — something she didn’t want to touch on again . maybe this was a way for them to revisit the idea differently . tongue pushes to the corner of her mouth , leaning in to kiss the side of his neck before turning on her heel and approaching the man who gave her the drugs in the first place . throws herself down on his lap , whispering something in his ear at the same time his palm lands on her upper thigh and gaze cuts to his , watching to see .

can  hear  the  attitude  dripping  from  her  voice  and  he’s  tempted  to  pull  her  into  the  bathroom,  where  he  was  just  moments  ago  before  he  returned  to  find  someone else  already  making  a  move  on  her.  tells  himself  it’s  something  he’ll  have  to  get  used  to,  others  wanting  what’s  now  rightfully  his,  a fact corroborated  by  arms  that  loop  around  his  neck  to  close  the  gap  between  their  frames.  he  smiles  at  her  answer,  dropping  his  hands  to  her  waist,  “ so  go  get  me  some. ”  more  blow  —  that’s  what  she  was  flirting  with  the  male  for,  right ?  grants  her  immunity,  a  secret  promise  of  it  in  his  tone  as  he  encourages,  “ i’ll  watch. ”

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she rolls her eyes , “i’m literally just saying .” isn’t that what couples are supposed to do , reassure their significant other or whatever ? she can feel the line she took prior forging through veins , swallowing another shot before slamming the cup upside down . contemplates his invitation and pushes forward , wrapping her arms around his neck , instead , “i’d much rather have fun with you .”

“ then  why  are  you  acting  like  you’ve  been  caught ? ”  defending,  explaining,  herself.  there’s  no  real  bitterness  in  his  voice  —  he  trusted  her  now,  or  at  least,  he  was  attempting  to  after  their  last  dispute.  but because  he  is  who  he  is,  a  glint  of  challenge  emerges  behind  his  hues.  “ bring  ‘em  over here.  show  me  how  much  fun  you  were  having. ”