#camilish

Flynn rolled his eyes at her when she began running towards where his men took this asshole to. Gesturing to his other men to grab her just as she reached the exit to the back alley, he whispered to one of them to let her see, but to not let her go. The man was getting beaten in the back, kicked in the stomach, punched in the face. "See? This is all because of you, Ivana. If you weren't whoring around like you usually do, this wouldn't be happening to this poor lad right now. So, if you want me to let him go, beg me for it. And make it good. If it passes, i'll take you to the private room of mine, and you're going to apologize to me, properly, and prove to me you are actually a good girl."

"i'm not going to make you cook as well. i'd rather you just make sure the fire stays lit." lord knew she was utterly hopeless at these sorts of things and was suddenly endlessly grateful that her brother had insisted she share a cabin with michael. moving to plop down on the couch closer to the flames, another shiver works through her frame - though the chill in her bones is rapidly being chased away by the warmth in front of her. "i know this was meant to be a vacation on the slopes, but i'd been planning to use that hot tub up at the main cabin. read. drink a stupid amount of hot cocoa." maybe hit the slopes once or twice when the others insisted she was missing out. "don't think we checked into the right cabin. there's only one bed. i can sleep on the couch later. other than that, there isn't anything terribly promising. i think i saw a board game or two. i packed some cards?" nose crinkling, she shoots him a somewhat amused look, even if it is slightly strained. "i - no. i'm okay right now, thanks michael. but the same goes for you, you know? if you need anything, i'm here. obviously," she chuckles.

Also it’s too late in here, so I might make a proper post about me later ...