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I wouldn't blame you.

Some guys are getting way to fucking cheap. No sweetheart, I’m don’t give out discounts. Next guy who asks for a discount, I’m going to "accidentally" bite his dick when I’m sucking it. 

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I'm busy.

Fun Fact: Killing bitches can be quite tiresome, so how about you all just do me a favor and drop dead.  

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Of course it does. It was that bitch Ava. Lied to my face. She made me think we were friends. But this? This is personal. Bradley doesn’t have a lot of people who care about. You care about him a lot and I can see that. And I need you. This isn’t something a random stranger can help me with. It needs to be someone who cares as much as I do. He can’t know about this. You know what he’d try to do.

This has to deal with Bradley and whatever happened to him right? Do you know who did it?

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Even after what the bitch did?

I don’t like violence, Lux. 

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Not even when they deserve it?

A little fun— that doesn’t sound good. Revenge means hurting people, I don’t want to hurt anyone.

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It was relieving knowing that Ryker hadn’t been the one who went after Bradley, but the girl still wasn’t at ease. “Just a bit beaten up?” she repeated, just to confirm that she’d heard him correctly. “You’re a little more than beat up. You look like complete shit, Bradley.” Her statement came out harsher than she meant. “Sorry, not shit. You just look like hell, Bradley. You can’t be alright.” 

Lux had to push through his cries of pain as she continued to clean his wounds. She needed to ensure that they were disinfected as much as possible, and this time around she added soap to the towel. “It isn’t your fault, alright? Don’t say that,” she replied harshly. “I’m trying to smile for you, tiger. It’s just—” Lux took his hands with hers and squeezed it softly. She looked him in the eye, her lip trembling. That’s when she saw the deep gash in his leg. The damp towel she held slipped to the floor and landed with a soft splat. With her now free hand, she covered her mouth to hide the repulsive noise she made. She let go of his hand and turned away from him. Lux had never been sensitive towards blood. She wasn’t sensitive towards violence. But to see Bradley in such a painful state hurt her. Lux didn’t have a right to be upset. She could save it for later, but she knew what she needed to do right now. 

"You can do this,” she told him firmly, interrupting his ramblings. Her hand connected with his back as he pressed his head into her shoulder. “You’re Bradley Thew. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You know what makes you so much better than the rest of us? You don’t let any of these people or the shitty things they do get you down. You’re the fucking sun and we’re a clump of bitter ass clouds. Travis  McCann isn’t strong. He isn’t as strong as he makes people think. I’ve seen him break down. I never thought I’d see him in tears. Even Travis knows that he can’t be strong for everyone all the time. Just because you have weak moments doesn’t mean you aren’t strong.” 

At the mention of the mystery person being a female, Lux wanted to take action even more now. The fact that someone went after  Bradley for no reason whatsoever infuriated her. But Lux knew better than to reveal her plans of revenge to Bradley again. This time, things were going to be kept a secret. Tenderly pressing a kiss to Bradley’s forehead, she released him with intentions of continuing to clean him up. “We’re going to get through this, alright? You and I. I know it isn’t easy. You don’t always have to be strong for everyone. Remember that.” She dampened a fresh towel and got back to work. “I’ll get you bandaged up and then we can relax, alright? Don’t stress yourself out over this.” 

"Aware" → Bradley & Lux

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It’s time for you and I to have a little fun. And by fun I mean revenge.

Time for what exactly? I’m a little lost. 

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It's time, Lovette.

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"Lets do this," Lux murmured as she clasped her hands together. It’d been ages since she’d actually cooked for someone and she was thrilled to be doing it for Maxwell. Rushing over to his fridge, Lux peered inside to see what she had to work with. There was one recipe she knew by heart. When she didn’t eat out she made it. It was so significant to her because her grandfather had taught her it. Spaghetti. Simply spaghetti. There was nothing special about it’s recipe or the way that it was made.

"Please tell me you have pasta!" Lux searched through his cupboards, and when she found it, a smile lit up her face. "We’ve hit the jackpot, Max," she told him, officially trying out his new nickname. Lux was able to quickly find her way around his kitchen kitchen and had a pot of water on the stove in no time. "Where are you from, Max? I’m curious."

Little Things → Maxwell & Lux

His lips quirked into a smirk and the man shook his head. “Nah, no deep dark secrets.” Not that he felt like sharing anyway. Maxwell idly wondered who could have as many hidden truths about themselves as the number of keys on his key chain. In a town like this, anything was possible. “A janitor?” After pursing his mouth he nodded. “There are days I feel like it yes, but without the jumpsuit.” As it was he was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue v-neck shirt. His tennis shoes had been discarded by the door upon entering the apartment, leaving his feet in just a pair of socks.

"You make me sound uptight," he laughed. Max supposed that he did come off that way to some. He couldn’t name a single person in this town who had seen him let loose. In his eyes, he couldn’t afford to. There was his reputation to uphold, and getting drunk and letting go of his inhibitions would compromise everything. Self discipline was something he needed. "But seriously, almost none of my friends call me Maxwell."

His eyes watched her storm into the kitchen. It was a strange sight for the man, seeing a woman in the room. In fact, as he sifted through his memory, he couldn’t remember the last time a female had been in his apartment. It was that fact, along with the fact that the pair hardly knew each other, that had prevented him from changing. When he was alone around the house, Max could typically be found in a pair of sweatpants and a wife beater. Being modest, and unused to the presence of the opposite gender in his home had him leaving on the attire he had donned for work. “Alright, Lux. Show me what you’ve got. I, uh, just went grocery shopping earlier this week, so help yourself.” Max took a seat at the small dining room table that was shoved against the wall. His elbow was propped on the table as he watched her move around her kitchen.

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I'm suddenly feeling nostalgic.

Lolita.

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Why do I have the feeling you’re all talk?

There’s a lot I’m good at, Lux. I can make you into anything you want. You just need to open your eyes.

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We live in Vegas, sweetheart. It's inevitable.

There’s no way to prove that yet!

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It's too good to be true.

I’m skeptical to say how good this day has been…something bad might happen.

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The moment Lux laid eyes on his face, an uneasy feeling pulsed through her. It was worse than any stab wound or any gunshot. It was worse then smoke engulfing her lungs. No amount of physical pain could compare to what she was feeling now. Bradley was her anchor. He always told her that she was strong one, but Lux knew who was the strongest of the two of them. Seeing Bradley in this state, with cuts and bruises littering his body scared Lux and she was unsure of what to do. Shakily holding her arm out, she let her hand gently glide across his face in attempt to wipe away his tears. “Oh Bradley—” was all the female could manage to say. Why would someone want to do this to him? This was a new level of low.

“W—Wha— Why?” No matter what she thought, she couldn’t piece together why someone would want to harm him so badly. Bradley wouldn’t hurt a fly unless he had too. He didn’t go around pissing people off. He knew how to keep his cool. Even if he’d gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd. All she could assume was that this was all apart of some plan to get back at her. “This wasn’t Ryker, was it?” she couldn’t help but ask. Lux took his hand without saying anything, pulling them both back into the bathroom.  

She reached for the nearest towel and dampened it with water. Looking through the bathroom mirror, she realized just how beat up he was. With a hand on his back, she gently pressed her face into his arm, as a form of comfort. With a shaky sigh, Lux stood back up and brought the towel across his reopened wound. “I’ll clean you up… I—I’ll patch you up, Bradley. Don’t worry— You’re gonna be okay… I’ll clean you up.” She needed to stay strong. Not only for him, but for herself.

"Aware" → Bradley & Lux

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I'd definitely read it. But I think I'm more interested in what else you could make deep.

Does that mean I should write a novel, or? Cause that’s not the only thing I can make deep.

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Who are you and what have you done with Cora Lovette?

I tried to resist but yeah I did. 

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Sounds like a plan.

Well then you know how it is, can’t blame me. Great, meet me on the strip? We can get a few drinks and get into some trouble, I mean have some fun.