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“Don’t touch it.” His words were laced with a deadly venom, the instruction bordering on a demand which was hardly a tone he’d taken with her often. The seriousness needed to be there, she needed to feel the strength behind it, the urgency. Looking down at what had been disguised as a gift, sitting there as if it was trying to portray its own innocence. “It’s not what it looks like.” He’d seen them before, always the same haunting feeling though - it was fear, something Caiden rarely felt, but this was raw. Too close for his own comfort.

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It was a particularly dry Friday night which meant that a little extra money was spent - effectively buying her entertainment for the night in the form of her very favorite white woman. Solana was stepping into the apartment, still yelling about whatever poor excuse for a sing along they had in the car on the way. “Listen, if I knew you could rap homegirls whole ass candy shop verse, we would have been shuttin’ shit down at karaoke. I knewwww you were on the low key freak shit, especially with man buns running his fine ass around lately. You been done shown him what that mouf do.” 

He had planned out the weekend, even going so far as to of made sure they were far removed from the tourists that would be crowding the banks for the upcoming holiday. After all, it was her river and she damn well deserved to enjoy it without the millions of prying eyes taking away from that. There was something about the expression she wore when they were there that pleased him, finally removed blindfold. “Listen, I told you that they weren’t just for fucking.” Grinning, proud of himself for the implication, licking lips like he was reliving a particular memory before waving hand. “All weekend, there’s a boat on the water, a...thank you for your services, if you will.”  After all, she had played a role in saving the attack on the town recently and while most didn’t know, he was more than aware.