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DANIELLE CAMPBELL  as  kayla powell

Brown doe eyes rested upon him, clearly unamused. “Hm. I’d also be dead. Yeah, that sounds like a real treat,” Victoria echoed in a similarly sarcastic tone. It had taken her a while to admit to the fact that she was here for a reason; to ensure her safety. But seeing him like this… vulnerable and frail, bleeding out in his office stool… it sparked a certain wariness. Up until now, Cain had come across as this cold, cynical, calculating human being — but this wasn’t play-pretend. Watching him struggle to remove his shirt, she had to refrain from throwing a condescending comment. Never in a billion years would she have thought that Cain Wallen would’ve asked for her help, but contrary to popular beliefs, she wasn’t completely heartless. Equipped with a piece of gauze, she moved closer to him and slowly removed the rest of his shirt. The fabric clung to his bloody chest, but she quickly pressed the gauze against his wound to stop the bleeding. “You okay?” she murmured, dropping the soaked shirt to the floor before reaching into the medical bag with her free hand, pulling out a roll of tape.

“Coulda fooled me,” he spoke, his shocking blue eyes searching for hers in the darkness that surrounded his office. With every step closer, he just felt his breath quicken, cursing at himself for not locking the damn door. This was going to cost him later, if she didn’t follow his rules now, what was she going to think when he actually needed her to do something, would she walk all over him? It made his mind run wild and before he could even comprehend what was going on, she stood before him. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he pressed his head onto the cool leather of his chair. “Fuck,” he groaned, tightly shutting his eyes as her nimble fingers removed his bloodied shirt and pressed the clean bandage to his wound. “Never fuckin–– Never better,” he finally breathed as he looked up to her. His able hand quickly went up to wrap itself around her wrist. “If you don’t want to do this, just tell me... You don’t have to, I don’t want you to see me like this.” 

“Will do,” Tay said, lifting two fingers to her brow. She was no expert, but at least their dad had taught her how to protect herself. The benefit of being a girl was the fact that no one assumed she would fight back — giving her a perfect opportunity to strike. It wasn’t a sure way to victory, but any chance to bruise a man’s ego, she’d take it.      Aimlessly scrolling through her phone, Evie’s voice made her look up, but eyes quickly fell on the oh so familiar bag in her hand. Fuck. Tay made a mental note to never let her sister go through her stuff ever again, but the damage was already done. Her secret stash wasn’t so secret anymore. In retrospect, she should’ve steered clear of coke in the first place, given what had happened with Evie’s mom and all, but… it drowned the haunting memory of her own mom and that wasn’t something she was willing to give up anytime soon. When asked what was wrong with her, she snickered under her breath. “Oh, a shit-ton, actually. You want me to write you a list?” she quipped, but the look on her sister’s face made it obvious she wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “Dude… chill. It isn’t mine. It’s Jax’s.” Her face remained impassive even as the lie left her lips. Pinning the blame on Jax became a lot easier when she knew what he’d done to Evie, but lying to her face was never an easy thing to do. 

“Did you not hear what I just said? It’s not all about strength.” Roman paused in the procedure and eyed his daughter. More times often than not, talking to his kids had the same effect as talking to a brick wall. Although he wished to protect them at all cost, it was impossible for him to be all places at once without watching them both like a hawk. Sure, he trusted them to some extent, but the Reagans girl had a habit of getting themselves into trouble — whether it was intentionally or not. Proceeding to bandage the wound, he couldn’t help but sigh in response. “Well, there are only two ways we can go about this, the easy way or the hard way… but either way, I’m gonna find out in the end.”

David didn’t know why or how this girl had managed to crawl under his skin. Maybe because he felt he could trust her, in some weird way, seeing she was the daughter of Roman, after all. The sad truth was he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if she spilled secrets about him she shouldn’t. Luckily, she seemed dependable, for now. Also, it would be a shame to lose someone so desirable. “I understand, but here’s the thing; you need to earn it,” he smiled lasciviously.      A careless shrug was left as a response, along with a shake of the head, cause… yes, he did like to be prepared for everything to happen, or to be said. Watching her end up on his counter, he let her grab the bottle… kind of eager to drink - to watch her drink. Last time alcohol had been involved, well, let’s just say they had ended up doing other things than just talk or getting to know one another. “Sure,” he murmured, waiting for her to take a guess, and… fortunately, she was wrong. “Whiskey wears off too fast.” His right hand palmed her thigh, not lacking confidence at all thanks to her exploring eyes. "You should know I don’t drink that much, which is why I find it… pleasurable drinking something that slowly fills my veins, kinda like you do.”

danny held a tight grip around the man’s neck. listening to the sound of his breath getting slower. the one thing that got his adrenaline pumping. gesticulating his guys to move forward, he let the man fall to the ground. who’d known aiden would be such a fool to leave his lady by herself. it’d pleased cain. if not himself too. sneaking around was easy, and juliet’s voice only made his excitement grow bigger. trusting his men to deal with the other guards, he moved closer within the mansion… closer to her voice. the darkness was nothing but a benefit. the dogs, well, they weren’t a threat and not something he was going to waste his time worrying about. at last, he placed himself against the wall, listening to her steps.

        she quickly fumbled with her phone, letting it slip out of her nervous and trembling fingers, having it hit the floor with a thud, seeing small pieces of glass scatter around the floor. “shit,” she cursed to herself, picking it up quickly to send a text to aiden. 

‘is that you? are you home? aiden is someone here? i’m getting scared.’

“Yeah, well, that went fucking great, didn’t it?” he shouted right back at her. There had to be a reason for her father to exploit himself, acting a boss, acting a fool. Through Aiden’s eyes, he was nothing but a rich fuck, trying to claim his ‘baby girl’ to join his team. “I’m dealing with everything with you. Problem is you failed. I found out, and guess what, I just don’t stand and watch when finding out about shit like that. Shit that could end up turning our lives around.”      Fuck you. Thanks to that, an offended look appeared on his face. Did she really just say that to his face? “People who don’t wanna end up dead, that’s who!” he stood his ground, cause that’s just who he was. Without Roman, he’d never end up here, in their big mansion, with dollar bills everywhere… with the love of his life.     Listening to her, for once, he bit his inner cheeks… to make sure he wouldn’t spit out some mean phrases. No, of course, he didn’t own her. No one did, but he needed her to know she couldn’t do whatever she fucking wanted in her position. Girl was angry, though, alright. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this furious. However, he was a stubborn mess too, so… this wasn’t gonna end good. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re acting a goddamn child right now.” Raising a brow at her, he was lead to breathing out a heavy sigh by the time she called him a hypocrite. “I’m not even gonna answer that… just don’t ever keep a secret from me again.”

       “You couldn’t even let me finish handling it, so how the fuck would you know?” She didn’t know her voice could carry so loud but this fight, it stuck with her differently, it wasn’t like the time when she accused him of using her as a rebound, this was far more raw –– making it cut deeper. “Are you listening to yourself? You’re doing exactly what my father is doing, trying to fucking dictate everything. He’s my family and I should have to right to handle it without you stepping in and handling it for me! I didn’t fail you just didn’t ––” she cut herself off, her yelling making her throat screech with pain. Even her ocean eyes were turning dark, just trying to match the anger in him that she was invoking. “You think I would let him come between us? The only person doing that right now is you.”          Her nails dug deeper into her palms, by this point, Giant even fled, the loudness making him cower into a different room. Rolling her eyes, that was rich coming from him. “Maybe if you would stop fucking treating me like one, I would stop acting like one,” she exclaimed. This wasn’t like their other fights, where they got so riled up that they had no choice but to get their frustrations out on each other in a much more physical way. This... this was brutal. “What, you’re not going to answer it... because –– because I’m right?” A harsh huff left her pretty little lips that weren’t doing anything except for driving a sharp dagger between them. Her mind instantly went to one of the first conversations they ever had, knowing what she said was so far from the truth. “Don’t ever keep a secret from you? You don’t fucking own me, Aiden. You keep fucking secrets from me all the time, don’t just gloss over that because you know I’m right.”        Taking a step back, her eyes were searching for anything tangible, just to center herself but it all came bubbling to the surface. “Let’s not fucking forget Katrina, shall we,” she said through a clenched jaw as she felt herself start a forrest fire between them. “You kept that secret from me for so damn long because all along you’ve just been waiting to drop me because in the back of your mind, there is always that red-headed bitch. Maybe I should just fucking leave so you can be with her, isn’t that what you fucking want,” she asked while raging with jealousy, not knowing where this green jealous monster was coming from. She didn’t even let him answer before her voice raised again, “What? Now you don’t want to say anything?”

“So why not tell me right away?” he was quick countering. She was the last person on planet earth he wanted to argue with, but this had gone too far. This kind of mess was not accepted by Roman, and he didn’t want it either. Juliet’s dad could just take a trip to nowhere land and stay there for good; didn’t care how much of a “fan” he was, cause he clearly didn’t care about nothing… or no one. Especially not her own daughter.      “You’re so goddamn blind,” he murmured between his teeth. His dad was playing her well, like his little girl, doing whatever to please him. “To hell, it isn’t. You don’t get to handle things yourselves, not anymore… not this… you think Roman will be happy about this? I think no, he’s gonna make a mess outta your shit, but see, we’re not gonna tell him; cause from now on, I’m gonna be your main source… meaning you don’t get to keep secrets from me.”

“Because I was trying to deal with it myself,” she shouted, her anger and emotions bubbling past the point of reasoning. She knew she was annoying to deal with when they were fighting, but so was he. He became the equivalent to a brick wall, one that you can’t go through, or around –– he was unreasonable, just too stubborn in his own way. “I don’t need you dealing with everything for me, I’m my own fucking person, I should be able to deal with my own family before going to you!”         “Fuck you,” she countered, her blue eyes squinting in anger as her hands balled into fists. “Who gives a shit about Roman!” She was infuriated, so much so that she could feel steam coming out of her ears. “You don’t own me. Neither of you own me,” she stated, her jaw clenched. “I can do what I fucking please, especially if I know whats best. You didn’t need to know about this cause I was fucking handling it.” This was probably the angriest the small girl had ever been when arguing with him. “That’s so fucking hypocritical. You’re my main source? But it’s not going to be reciprocated, is it? You don’t tell me jack-shit... And don’t fucking act like you didn’t keep secrets from me.”  

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Stopping his movements altogether, Roman arched a brow and gazed his daughter. “You’re getting neither.” He wasn’t stupid, he knew his girls were no strangers to drugs, but steroids were out of the question. Now, a gun would make a good deterrent, but not in the hands of his kid. Related by blood or not, they were all a trigger happy bunch. “If you wanna come out on top, you gotta go about it differently. You gotta be smart. Use your head, not just your fists,” he said, putting down the scissors. Her comment made his lips twitch in a brief smile. Sure, ruining her favorite shirt was no fun, but given the crucial circumstances, it needed to be done. “Ought to teach you to be more careful next time, yeah?” he sighed, convinced that it would have no effect whatsoever. Still, a man could only hope. Proceeding to clean the wound, he couldn’t help but ask, “you gonna tell me who did this to you?”