cainwallen:
He looked over towards the bar tender, nodding towards the back room letting know the man that he was going to his room. Good things come from owning a bar. As they filed in, Cain locked the door. “Someone was following us –– well.. you,” he lied perfectly. “What more do you want?”
“Why would someone be following me, I haven’t done anything, that doesn’t make sense” he shook his head. “If I really need to spell it out to you then I should just leave... you know what I want to know, don’t act like you don’t”






