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“And what if kill him?” He takes the cigarette from her mouth with his own and takes a puff before exhaling. His hand moves further up her thighs and into her panties for a feel as their lips neared one another. “Then we can be married for good.” His fingers curled against her core, slowly rubbing her while his other hand began to pull the zip from behind her dress down.

"It would be the best day of my life." Dani's voice was barely a whisper, wishful thinking even before a moan slips up past her lips when she feels his fingers brushing her panties. "You know it would be too dangerous, you can't betray a man like that and leave unharmed." Her lips brushes his, not quite kissing but feeling one another while he pulled her out of her dress, Dani helped him easing the straps down her shoulders until the top of her dress was at her waist.

“I’ve given it thought, it can be done.” Thomas whispers when his fingers curl inside her core, slowly pulling her panties down her legs while her dress slips off her shoulders. His eyes locked onto her bra and exposed stomach, pressing his lips softly against her chest and up to her neck, ghosting her lips. “We kill him, and the rest will follow me. Fuck them. We will rule together.” His other hand moved through her hair, pressing his lips against her own in a searing and sensual kiss.

“Why can’t we marry now, and fuck off from here, eh? Have our own lives together.” Thomas gave her the cigarette for a puff while holding her waist with both hands and pulling it up to feel her exposed thighs and soft skin. “Means you’re all mine for a few days too then.” He kissed her jaw softly, trailing it to her lips.

She laughs when he brings up the idea. "You know he'd kill me before he let you get away with that." Even as much as she wanted the same thing, they both knew that this, was something that would only be solved in life or death. She takes the cigarette from him, lips wrapping around it as she inhales and her thighs part as she feels his hands sliding up her thighs. "We can pretend we're married and got away."

“And what if kill him?” He takes the cigarette from her mouth with his own and takes a puff before exhaling. His hand moves further up her thighs and into her panties for a feel as their lips neared one another. “Then we can be married for good.” His fingers curled against her core, slowly rubbing her while his other hand began to pull the zip from behind her dress down.

“Course not, that would mean we’d have to stop seeing each other, eh? And stop fucking. You wouldn’t want that either.” He adjusted himself on the seat with a cigarette in his mouth and gave some space to offer his lap for her.

"Then, you and I both know that as long as he doesn't find out, he doesn't get hurt." Dani followed his lead, arms wrapping around his neck and settling on top of his lap. "And as long as he doesn't get hurt, we're safe." She added once she had made herself comfortable. "He'll be gone, for a few days."

“Why can’t we marry now, and fuck off from here, eh? Have our own lives together.” Thomas gave her the cigarette for a puff while holding her waist with both hands and pulling it up to feel her exposed thighs and soft skin. “Means you’re all mine for a few days too then.” He kissed her jaw softly, trailing it to her lips.

“You took a big risk coming here.”

"Not as long as he never hears a word from it." Daniela spoke as she crossed the room, closing the space between the two. "If he does, I'll know it was you who betrayed me, but you wouldn't do such thing, would you?"

“Course not, that would mean we’d have to stop seeing each other, eh? And stop fucking. You wouldn’t want that either.” He adjusted himself on the seat with a cigarette in his mouth and gave some space to offer his lap for her.

“you here to drink your sorrows away too?”

Relta’s sheer blouse left little to the imagination, the lack of a bra on the redhead evident even in the darkness of the club. Looking at the familiar dark-haired man, she offered a playful smile for she was already a pinch intoxicated. “More like drown my libido until I can stand the man I’m supposed to be fucking,” she scoffed, her lover failing to satisfy her anymore unfortunately, and having ended things with him that night — not that her companion knew that. “Why so sorrowful?” she asked him, genuinely curious as she turned to fully face him, emerald eyes looking at him through dark lashes that didn’t need mascara yet still had them.

“Damn. Wonder what the asshole did now.” he shook his head and finished the second glass within seconds. It was going to be a long night, but an eventful one. His eyes drifted nonchalantly towards her outfit only to realise how she was dressed tonight. Bold, and for one, not how she’d normally dress from the time he had seen her. “I come here cause I can’t sleep. Usual shit from camp, still stuck in Vietnam with the bastards we had to take down. A Marine’s curse.” he looked at her with a smirk, eyeing her up and down. “What about you?”

Relta scoffed in response, not exactly wanting to insult his best friend to him, unsure as to how Jake would react if she did. Noticing him notice her outfit, she couldn’t help but smile to herself a little with pride in at least getting his attention. At him mentioning Vietnam, she put a hand atop his and gave a soft smile of compassion. “Emergency Department patients can be haunting….even the ones who make it,” she sighed softly, doing a shot for when she drank, she drank.

Jake noticed the silence, the pause in her breath. The hesitation to answer his question said it all. But it bothered him, because he knew she needed to get it out of her system. Right now, he wouldn’t even concern himself with what she’d say about him or no matter what bad words were going to be used considering he’s also in a deep hole. When her hand reached his, he didn’t move. “Same bullshit huh. Didn’t think you’d understand.” He locked eyes with her, feeling himself move closer towards her.

“you here to drink your sorrows away too?”

Relta’s sheer blouse left little to the imagination, the lack of a bra on the redhead evident even in the darkness of the club. Looking at the familiar dark-haired man, she offered a playful smile for she was already a pinch intoxicated. “More like drown my libido until I can stand the man I’m supposed to be fucking,” she scoffed, her lover failing to satisfy her anymore unfortunately, and having ended things with him that night — not that her companion knew that. “Why so sorrowful?” she asked him, genuinely curious as she turned to fully face him, emerald eyes looking at him through dark lashes that didn’t need mascara yet still had them.

“Damn. Wonder what the asshole did now.” he shook his head and finished the second glass within seconds. It was going to be a long night, but an eventful one. His eyes drifted nonchalantly towards her outfit only to realise how she was dressed tonight. Bold, and for one, not how she’d normally dress from the time he had seen her. “I come here cause I can’t sleep. Usual shit from camp, still stuck in Vietnam with the bastards we had to take down. A Marine’s curse.” he looked at her with a smirk, eyeing her up and down. “What about you?”

“you here to drink your sorrows away too?”

“You do know they're going to kill us both if they finds out you’re sharing your blunt with me, right?” Georgia mumbled lazily, exhaling the smoke before passing it back into their direction.

“Well then I guess they shouldn’t find out.” Brian grabs the joint from her and takes a puff for himself before exhaling, leaning back against the seat while locking eyes with her own. His daughter spoke volumes about her as a teacher, but he was seeing it for himself in person. She was gorgeous, it was almost infatuating.