Wretches & Kings

Get down and I'm running it like that The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at Somewhere in between the kick and the hi hat The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact So get with the combat, I'm letting 'em know There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no So push the button let the whole thing blow Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go Kennedy runs the underworld of Long Beach. He may not have his hands in every bad thing but he keeps a close eye on it. An empire built on the loyalty of others he rules with a fair yet firm hand.

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Take Back Us || Kennedy & Em

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Everything she had been holding and bottling up since her attack was released the moment she watched Eric take his last breath. Despite every horrible thing that had occurred in her life she had never thought to end another person’s life. That was until Eric had changed her mind. It wasn’t only what he had done to her, or what he had tried to take from her, it was the threat to Zee that had sealed his fate. Em knew part of her wanting this was that Kennedy had afforded her the opportunity to make Eric pay, but it was more than that. For the first time in her life she was in love, and she was happy. Living with Zee the two had always made the best of their lot in life, but that’s all they were doing, making the best. Now both women were in love, they were happy and Eric had tried to snatch that from her hands. It was why he had to die, and not just die but suffer and all at her hands. Knowing that Brad was suffering and that Jason would die in prison was the icing on the cake and all of that could be seen in the straightness in her back and the confidence of her steps as she exited the warehouse. She had seen the last of his life leave him and as it did she took back almost everything that was stolen. It was almost everything because there was still one piece left and tonight she was getting that back too. In the deepest parts of her she knew that it wasn’t just sex with Kennedy, it was also that she loved him and he loved her, but that didn’t stop her need and want for that intimacy back between them.

When she felt his arm around her as they exited for Colorado she felt every step a step away from what was into what would be their future. She didn’t doubt anymore that her future was with this man beside her, and no matter what happened they would be in it together. Still the death had taken its physical toll on her and she rested on the airplane, though the smile never left her lips. She was eager to return to the place they had fallen in love, where long built walls had come crashing down and where two single units became one. Both had shared the deepest and darkest parts of themselves and neither had turned and run, and as that moment cemented them together so did what had happened to Eric.

As they approached the compound she was excited to see the lights on, everything prepared as she requested. Hearing his laugh she turned and grinned, “I wanted things perfect,” she said softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand as they parked. The home was more than inviting when they entered and Em decided she didn’t want to wait anymore, pressing herself to him and letting her body and desires take over. She could feel her pulse start to race as clothing fell to the floor, her core heating with lust, her body becoming ready for what she wanted more than anything else right now.

Smiling at the perfect set up by the roaring fire, just as she requested she moved her lips to his bare chest, wiggling her hips as she became wet with need. Her eyes flickered at the touch of his hands in her hair, a soft moan from her lips as their bare chests touched.  Slowly opening her eyes she met his gaze, a soft smile on her lips. “I love you too, so much Kennedy.” She replied quietly, pulling him closer to her, needing the skin on skin contact. “I want this Kennedy, I want us. I’m ready, I promise, I’m not doing this for some misguided worry about losing you. I want this,” she said with truth clear in her eyes. Leaning up she kissed him again, her fingers slowly running down his toned back. “Take us back,” she whispered as she worked kisses along his firm jaw and nibbled his ear.

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Kennedy Mitchell had a small ring of people in his life that he would do anything for. He believed in loyalty and tried to show that as much as he expected it – though there were petty instances in his life. Em was one of those acquisitions where he used his power to gain something he was interested in but what he did not expect was to fall in love with her. Thankfully, Johnnie remained loyal; something Kennedy knew was a debt that needed to be repaid. He had not taken the time to talk to the boy and knew he would have to even though they were both comfortable in their new relationships.

Em was different. She was unique. She was a diamond in the rough. He’d never met a woman so lovely, so magical both inside and out. The woman had no clue her abilities of persuasion, something that intrigued him even more given her previous profession. She loved so many things about life and had a way different perspective from the normal crowd he associated with. Women with money or had come from money were boring. She reminded him of the life he could have had – reminded him he was human.

Everything they’d been through over the past few months – from the injury, to the investigation, to the death of her assailant – brought them to this place. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved her. He knew he would die fighting for her. He knew Em was the only one he wanted to spend his life with. There were no doubts. Despite all that knowledge, Kennedy never thought that he would be standing here with her in their Colorado home thinking about anything to do together other than sex. It was the least important thing to him. The months it had taken her to heal Kennedy learned to live without sex because her happiness was enough. Not that he wasn’t still very much attracted to her. When Em pressed against him, Kennedy let out a moan and took a slight step back. He knew if he didn’t focus he would ravage her and possible hurt her. She hadn’t been cleared by the doctors for sexual activity as far as he knew and would never forgive himself if he pushed her to the point of damaging her mental state.

Smiling, his hands instinctively went to her hip and with a gentle squeeze he pulled her a little closer. “Everything is perfect, Em. Because you are.” She was instigating everything and somewhere in his mind her heard a voice tell him saying no would hurt her more. She nibbled his ear and the man groaned again. “Fuck, you just do not play fair.” He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Running his fingers up the back of her neck and in to her hair he pulled her close, pressing her all the more against him and kissed her. Kennedy never felt a riff but he also knew what insecurities could do to a person. “Take us back? Baby, the only thing that bastard took from us was time. I love you. Let me show you.” Without fear of hurting her, Kennedy scooped her up in to his arms and carried her to the bed.

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Money Talks || Ivan & Inola

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Inola had been at the Top Hat for what she was guessing was around five years; to be honest she wasn’t sure of time anymore. Her father had found the deal from the Popesecu brothers to be one he couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse. Selling his only daughter she was brought here and unlike the girls that came in now Ivan was her first. She could still remember the fear she had that night, not that she wasn’t still afraid of him, Inola knew first-hand the power of Ivan’s fists, but there was something between them that was different, something she couldn’t put her finger on but she honestly didn’t try. If she kept thinking on it she knew it would make her distraught and her survival was in making the best of where she was not being drowned in the misery of it.  Since that first time she had moved her way up among the girls and she held a special place with Ivan, on top of her skills both with her body and with her medical knowledge.

It was why she examined the girls for pureness, but giving Ivan bad news was the least pleasant part of it, and his wrath had come down a time or two on her. Inola gave him a smirk, “You are too smart and too good at reading people, yes it’s the small blonde.” Her eyes moved to his hand clenching the chair arm and she acted quickly to distract him, granted the sex could still be rough it wouldn’t be a beating and that was something to always be avoided. Shifting her body down on his lap, flipping her hair off her shoulders to give him the best view of her breasts she showed her willingness.  Inola had indeed learned early that in distracting Ivan with sex she was far less likely to be hurt. Pushing her hips against him she felt his hardness through his pants and licked her lips.

Shifting her arms to grip his shoulders she laughed softly, “Is it so wrong to want your attention for myself, and to not speak of this girl?” Shaking her head she moved one hand to run dainty fingers over the scar on his eyebrow. “No there is nothing more to say, I just want your attention.” Biting into her lip as he kissed her hand she smiled again, “Nothing more to say,” Inola said her voice husky with the lust they were both feeling.  Arching slightly she pushed down on her hips as his hand found her.  Letting out a soft moan she dug the fingers of the hand on his shoulder in. Inola knew he enjoyed sex in this chair, and so did her body, her mind did not, but she had turned that off.  Dropping her head, her mouth against his ear, “You know it’s yours, always yours.” Nipping at his ear she moved her hands down to work at taking him out of his pants, her dainty fingers knowing the route and moving on their own accord opening his shirt on the way down. Ivan would take her dress off, or rip it off, she needed to be ready for him, and the best way to do that was to play into his hand, almost literally. “Touch me,” she whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck, nipping at the flesh there and then moving to his broad chest, “Make me cry out.”

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Ivan was a brilliant businessman. He’d been one back in his home country and living here in America where opportunities abound was no different. One thing Inola was correct in saying was his ability to read people but something she also had figured out was the man was easily distracted by her beauty. The women back home dressed all shabby and much more modest. He loved the corsets and bustles that accentuated every curve of a woman’s body. Even though he’d heard his own whores griping about how tight they were or uncomfortable Ivan did not care. If the woman had breasts that were voluptuous, a corset only made them that much more appealing and Inola had learned how to utilize hers in ways that no one else could distract him. The grinding was another thing Ivan found his had searching through the material of her dress to locate her hip.

“Do you not like it when I talk about other girls? Are you jealous?” his gruff voice broke in to a hearty cackle of laughter. There was no disillusion. Ivan knew better than to think that Inola actually cared for him. No one could ever care for or fall in love with a man like Ivan Mazur. Even his longtime friend and partner, Pavlo would likely run before taking a bullet for him – it was the nature of his life and life in the wild, wild west. The difference was and what made Inola so damn appealing to him was she did not shy away from him. Even when he let his anger get the better of him – as if there were a better part – she would still come back to his presence with a spine of steel and he admired that about her. He also liked that no matter how vile he’d gotten in front of her or how much she loathed him Inola had a good way of closing off her mind to everything around her but the needs of her body.

Ivan found her skin as alluring as her attitude. She was asking, not that it mattered, so he obliged. Hand under her dress he began exploring her flesh but Ivan was not a man of foreplay. Gripping her hip tightly he found the other one and spun the woman around pulling her forward to bite in to those enticing boobs she was flaunting for him. A growl left his throat as he pulled her closer thrusting back to her grinds. “If you want me to ravage you, take it out and show me how much you want it.”

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Take Back Us || Kennedy & Em

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Truthfully when it came down to it Em wasn’t sure she had it in her to kill Eric, but when she came into that room and saw him sitting there any fear disappeared.  The rage she felt drowned out any fear that lingered from her attack. At first she thought she would shoot him and end it, be done with it, but something about the way he took her in, like she was nothing more than the dirt he called her changed her mind. He and his friends had taken so much from her, and for what, because Zaniah deserved better than his sorry excuse for manhood. Eric needed to pay from what he took from Zee, from Kennedy and for the first time Em realized he had to pay for what he took from her. Killing him was not enough to gain back what she was, he had to suffer. Suffer he did, with the aid of Zaniah he had endured quite a lot of pain and blood before she ended his life. Pushing aside those images, because once done she didn’t want to focus on it anymore she snuggled into Kennedy and enjoyed the flight to Colorado. It was a special place for both of them and Em knew it would be more special because they were going to reclaim the last remnants of what Eric took.

Em could see that Kennedy was nervous, not something she had ever seen in him before but she knew why and truthfully she was nervous as well. She knew though that it was in her hands to lead them because he would never push and since she had been the one who had been hurt it was in her hands to show him what was okay. Em knew what she wanted, and she knew he might be hesitant at first but in the end the only thing that would bring them back was to be wholly together again and that meant in all aspects. Raising her fingers she gently brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. “I really like that you kept the beard,” she said softly, resting her other hand on his hip. Meeting his eyes she gave a single nod, “Yes baby I’m sure. This is what I want; I want to be with you, in every sense of the word.”

A soft moan came out of her parted lips as she felt his hands on her body. She had missed him and had felt a drift without this. She knew now that sex was not the beginning and end all of them, but it was a part of them and it needed to be reclaimed. Pressing her body closer to his she ran her fingers up his back, grasping his shoulders before sliding back down and gripping his ass. Moving with him she parted from the kiss to bring him to the roaring fire and the bedding laid out for them, something she had arranged. Stepping back she let her fingers linger against his as they parted before she reached for her shirt and pulled it off. Coming back to him she pulled his off and began kissing the tattoos on his chest, tracing them with her fingers as they slid down to open his jeans. Sure they could go slow, but her body was becoming impatient with need and she was sure he felt the same.

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All the fear Kennedy held with his deep concern for Em faded when she exited the room in that warehouse. Her whole demeanor changed, even walking out of the room without her cane. There was a sense of satisfaction on her face and deep in her eyes, where you can see a person’s soul; it was clear she had renewed faith or confidence in herself after that. Not that any other boyfriend would be okay with Em killing the men that hurt her but to anyone else they would be scared that her happiness rested in the death of Eric Durham and his friends. For Kennedy, death was a way of life – it had always been that way – and yet now he contributed to the woman he loved falling in to that lifestyle. He likely would have or even could have felt guilty if not for that sense of relief she now possessed not only knowing that Durham paid for what he did to her but that he no longer had opportunity to hurt Zaniah or any other women for that matter.

Even though they’d used his ex-wife and daughter against him, there was never an intention of hurting them. The threat was very real to Kennedy though that Eric would have taken what he considered the win of hurting Em and actually sought retribution on the mother of his child. Take it any way you wanted, Kennedy Mitchell did a lot of cruel and horrible acts throughout his life but in the end he still had standards and a code that he lived by, much like the gangsters of old. The flight to Colorado was as easy as it had ever been and the drive to the house felt more refreshing. The last time they’d been, Kennedy and Em were just getting to know each other after he’d killed Adam Koval. Strange that the place was becoming a getaway for after death but no place on earth relaxed him as much as the compound in Colorado. The first time they were there together Em experienced real snow, they’d built a snowman and had a snow ball fight. He’d also realized that for the first time in his life he was in love. Trusting Em like no one else he opened his heart and that impenetrable vault that housed all the secrets that were Ivan Mazur.

Seeing the house ready for them, Kennedy had to laugh. Normally he was the one thinking ahead and having things ready but outside of making sure the place was tidy and the temperature in the house comfortable he’d done little this time around. Em kissed him in the warehouse and told him she wanted to take them back but the entire preparation and flight out was still only spent with nothing more than a few touches or a few pecks here and there. It wasn’t like Kennedy to not go after what he wanted but he knew with the most confidence he’d ever had that he loved Em and there would be no way he was going to lose her because his sexual desires took control. Feeling her body pressed against his again, feel the heat of her breath and the warmth of her body every part of him began to ache with anticipation when she removed her shirt.

There wasn’t even a moment to confirm before she was removing his shirt and kissing his chest. The moans exiting her mouth only gave him further rise and the months of bottle up passion were coming to a head. He loved this woman, everything about her and now she was ready. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her closer wanting to feel her skin against his. Unsure if the bedding on the floor would be comfortable enough for her he thought for the briefest moment that any doubts he had would make her falter and he would never let that happen. Guiding her to the makeshift bed she had prepared, Kennedy lay beside Em running his fingers through her hair. “I want this to, Em. You impress me so much. More and more every day. I love you.” He wanted her to know that it wasn’t just about sex for him. “I love you.” 

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Devil’s Lair | Kennedy & Pavlo

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Have the brothers take girls was not uncommon, in fact they had done it before. Though most of what they brought Ivan and Pavlo was paid for, on occasion they had taken some, but this trip was all about taking. This way it would be all profit for all parties concerned, well for the men. It had been futile and honestly a waste of time to try and bring women in, and when they did often times they were of poor quality and looks; worst they were far from virgins. The men of Canyon Diablo had gone a long time without women and they would pay an hefty price to be a first. It was why Pavlo had come up with the idea in the first place and now the brothers and their little sister would be carrying through with it, he couldn’t be more excited. Encouraging Ivan to take on the same mindset he had brought up the taming of these women, such as one would tame a wild horse, and Pavlo truly hoped that was the case.  While he enjoyed his time with Zaniah he did sometimes miss a good fight and rebellion and he hoped that the Popesecu brothers would be able to carry that out.

Arching a brow Pavlo let out a chuckle, “Yes I am. They are good at what they do, after all they brought you Inola did they not?” He knew Ivan couldn’t argue with that, for he had certainly gotten his use out of her. “Besides, whatever we pay them we get back, not only in drink but in pussy. They spend it like they have it to burn.” Pavlo let out a deep laugh when Ivan mentioned how much he enjoyed taming women. Standing he slapped his friend on the shoulder, “Now that is the spirit my friend, and you’re right, look how far they have come.” Another laugh came out, “No they did not, poor things, but look at them now, perfectly fine horses to ride and be ridden by.” Winking at Ivan he took another puff and headed to the door, “We should have a drink to celebrate, come before those men come in and stink up the place.”

Heading over to the bar he poured them both a drink, watching as some of the women readied for the evening. He could see Inola upstairs, speaking to Zaniah and he motioned with his head. “Even thinking of their fight makes me hard, doesn’t it? Imagine these new women to tame.” Turning to Ivan he nodded, “Yes I expect them today or tomorrow and I told them we want virgins.” Arching a brow, “Come now, I know that, nothing but the best here.” Letting out a deep laugh he motioned wide with his hand. “Finest pieces of ass this side of the state I’d say.”

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Ivan could see the excitement in the eyes of his longtime friend. His confidence in their hunters was not without merit as it was true they’d brought back some really fine women in the past. Part of Ivan’s concern was how long it was taking for the Popesecu’s to return. Now that the men had gone to surrounding areas and bartered or flat out taken what they could the distances were much further to find anything worthwhile. The plus to the canyon was it was so isolated that the Marshalls and other federal lawmen didn’t want to travel out to see what was up. Instead they sent out half-assed screw ups to play sheriff until Pavlo or Ivan was sick of them – then would kill them. The current Sheriff Lambert had potential because it was clear he had an eye for the girls, at least one. It was a sore subject since the object of his potential affection was Zaniah. She belonged to Pavlo and there would be little reason for his partner to give her up. Ivan was sure Lambert would die before he got a chance to fuck Pavlo’s girl.

With the country settling down after the war and gold and silver fever springing up everywhere on top of the railroad making its way out west there were so many more opportunities for the brothers to get killed and not return with their much needed pussy. It was a vulgar thought and yet Ivan never quite had the patience Pavlo did. Seeing that his partner was so confident in their pending return, Ivan chuckled. “Well I certainly hope they have a good haul given how long they’ve been gone this time out. I do like the idea of breaking one in.” Ivan paused, scratching at the three day old scruff on his chin. He knew he needed to get Inola to shave him again and even though she was good at it – always making sure his skin was smooth and never an irritation – he was frequently distracted by her beauty and would just end up fucking her before she’d get an opportunity to actually shave him. “Or more than one,” his though completed with a rather large smile plastering across his face.

“What are you going to do, my friend? Are you going to find a new one? Zaniah shall never forgive you, I think if you tossed her aside,” the laughter continued. It was clear the women of the Top Hat hated the men who became their masters and yet they obeyed every rule laid before them. Between the loss of loved ones and their own torment it was clear to them there would never be a hope of them getting out alive. Each woman had made the best of it. In reality, Ivan really had his sister Oxana to thank for that though he would never admit it. She was so adjusted to basically being owned that the other women followed suit. If Ivan was so willing to be that cruel to his sister, and break her as Pavlo stated, then they stood no chance. “I dream of a girl with milky white skin, unkissed by this damned Arizona sun. Shall I ever have this?” Ivan pondered.

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Take Back Us || Kennedy & Em

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The moment his breathing had stopped Em felt a giant weight released from her body. She wanted to cry, scream and laugh all at the same time. Her emotions were all over the place, but everything stilled the moment Kennedy came into the room. Wrapping up his arms she was eager to leave and was relieved when he quickly left Bull instructions and then drove them straight to his plane. Resting on him the whole flight she was quiet, assuring him she was okay but she was not ready to speak about Eric, in fact she didn’t want to think about him at all tonight. When they arrived in Colorado her face lit up seeing the home she declared her love for him in. Entering she kicked off her shoes and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Smiling she kissed his lips gently, “I love you with every ounce of my being and I’d be nothing without you.” Taking his hand she led him into the living room, glad to see the fire going. Dropping his hand she stepped back and took a breath, “Please let me speak,” another small smile placed on her lips.

“Tonight is about us, not about what he did or what I did. I don’t want to talk about, not tonight. I finally feel free from what they did and I know I have a long way to go, but I know I’m not alone and never will be again.” Tears pricked at her eyes and she took a moment to compose herself. “My whole life I thought I was good for one thing and one thing only and while I enjoy it you have shown me I am worth so much more.” Shaking her head slightly, “But, tonight, now, I want that back.” Stepping back to him she placed one hand on his waist and the other at his neck. “I want, no I need you to take me Kennedy. Take back what is ours, take back us.” Leaning up she kissed him deeply, pressing her body tightly against his.

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There was a small part of Kennedy, that if asked, he would admit he wasn’t sure that Em had it in her to kill Eric Durham. Not only had she killed him but she fucking tortured him. That is not something Kennedy would normally be excited about but Eric deserved to go through something similar to what he’d put Em through. Em and Zaniah both said their piece and even though Em was shaking when all was said and done he immediately saw the old her again. That weight that had been resting in her eyes was gone and she’d even walked out of the warehouse without her cane. Bull did his handy work, getting rid of the body and Kennedy was sure with his disappearance that Detective Paxton or Sullivan would show back up to question them but all that would have to wait. Besides, Kennedy’s motto for the police had always been, no body, no evidence.

Arriving in Colorado felt nice. The air was so much crisper there, so much easier to breath. The place had always been special but it was more special given he and Em’s past there. It was the moment he knew he loved her, the moment he’d confessed his past – about his mother, about Niko. It was the moment he’d told her his given name. Something not even Bull knew. He was expecting her to be more relaxed but even after the kiss in the warehouse and the new look in her eyes he still wasn’t sure if she was ready for actual sex. She’d been more touchy feely lately and even on the flight she cuddled with him. It was so nice to have her in his arms again but Kennedy, for the first time, wasn’t sure how to lead this. He’d never gone so long without sex – a testimony of his love for her – but at the same time he couldn’t just tear in to her, what if something triggered and they were back to square one?

“I want that too, Em. Are you sure,” his words were cut off by her kiss. Em knew what she was doing and he partly felt like if he said no she would relapse in to the sadness. He didn’t want her to feel like she was unwanted. At the same time, while she was unconscious in the hospital, Johnnie and him finally had a man to man conversation about her. It was nice to clear the air and be on good terms again and Kennedy even apologized for treating Johnnie the way he had. In return, Johnnie told him that Em will use sex to avoid dealing and Kennedy could not have that. But when she pressed up against him there was nothing there but the love they used to share. His hand found her hip, touching her gently to not hurt her since she was still tender there. “I want you too. God, how I have missed you.” Kissing her deeply he allowed his hands to roam her body – reacquainting himself once again with the woman he adored.

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All alone she was living In a world without an end or beginning Baby girl was living life for the feeling But I don't mind, I don't mind And all the wrongs she committed She was numb and she was so co-dependent She was young and all she had was the city But I don't mind, I don't mind And I know that she's capable of anything, it's riveting But when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) He sang a song when he did it He was cold and he was so unforgiving Now she dances to the song on the minute Yeah, all the time, all the time It made her weak when she hear it And it got her on her knees like religion She was young and she was forced to be a woman Yeah, all the time, all the time And I know that she's capable of anything, it's riveting But when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) I don't think you understand [4x] In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand)

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It’s Time | Kennedy & Em

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Em took a moment to breathe in the salt air, the sounds of the waves breaking on the shore a comfort. Ever since she was a small child she had found the ocean to be a place of solace. It was there where the sounds of the violence of her home could be drowned out. Today though she was bringing the violence to the ocean, maybe not to the shore but close enough and it would be giving her a different strength. Turning to him when he spoke she couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips, despite her nervousness Kennedy had been nothing but supportive and encouraging. She needed him more than she could ever express and she loved him more than he would ever know. From the time she was small she had been instilled with the belief that she was good for one thing and without that she was nothing. Although not happy she had been hurt she was coming to terms with learning she wasn’t good for only one thing and even without that she had the love and support of Kennedy. As much as she knew her father and mother had been wrong Kennedy was showing her by simply being by her side since the moment she woke up.

Giving a crooked grin and small chuckle she shook her head, “No it’s not. I don’t quit.” It was true, because a quitter would have died that day and Em did not. Some days it was easier to believe that, to take it in and hold it. Other days she struggled with doubt and insecurity.  It was one more reason why she loved Kennedy, because even when she doubted he was there to put those doubts to rest. Catching something in his voice she arched a brow, not sure where his feelings were coming from. “She can’t do it in the car because more than likely he will be knocked out.” Em said after a beat taking a step closer to Kennedy. “I know it’s not about her, but in a way it is. He did this to hurt both of us.” Biting her lip she took Kennedy’s hand, glad to see his smile return. “It is what I want and I want you to say your piece even if it is with your fists.” The tension easily left the room and she nodded at his words.  “I am focused; I’ve never been more focused on anything.” As the conversation moved back to the technical end they shared a laugh at how enthusiastic Kennedy was about zip ties. Moving even closer the smile faded but did not disappear. Taking both his hands in hers she pressed them to her chest. “I need you to get what you need out of this as well.”

A small sigh came out as she tried to gather her words, “He took from both of us Kennedy, and you need closure too.” For the first time since she had been raped Em moved closer to him and gently pressed her lips to his. The gentle soon became firmer and she let go of his hands to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, allowing his hands to rest on her hips. It was the most intimate they had been and it felt right. When they parted for air she rested her forehead against his chin, “When we are done here I want you to take me to Colorado,” she said softly, moving her head to his chest. It was then the door opened and Bull came in with Alex, a limp Eric between them. With a kiss to Kennedy’s cheek she smiled and went over to check on Zaniah, catching the men put Eric in the chair Kennedy spoke of and zip tied him down. She felt a shake in hr body at being so close to him but with Kennedy there and Zee, it was easily pushed away.

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She was beautiful; stunning even. The way she stood there taking in the sunshine was near magic to him. Kennedy was always mesmerized by Em and perhaps it was dangerous to let a woman, or any person for that matter, distract him the way she had but no one was more capable of consuming his attention. He loved her and it was important to him that she knew that. Most of the men in her life treated her like shit. There were a few that didn’t fall in to the awful category but even Johnnie hadn’t fought for her. He’d claimed he loved her and then simply walked away. Kennedy would never be able to walk away. He wasn’t helping her kill the men that nearly killed her to lower her to his level. He was helping her because she needed the revenge. They say it makes you bitter but Kennedy didn’t feel anything but satisfaction from hurting people who hurt him. He didn’t regret killing Viktor Rykov and the only reason he kept an eye out for his son was because he’d killed the man without a plan.

Viktor and Boris Rykov had power. Eric Durham was nothing more than a scum bag auto parts dealer who was ass hurt because Zaniah was willing to change for Andy and not for him. He’d failed to see how long it took her to reach that point or the reasons she finally decided she needed something better in her life. How many times did these girls need to be hurt before people started caring about them? Better yet, how many times did they need to be hurt before they realized people cared about them? Eric may have had good intentions back in the day but he didn’t fight for what he wanted. That is what this was about.

Kennedy chuckled and waved off the idea of Zee talking to Eric in the car. He knew it wasn’t the right place but he also knew Em and Zee were so tightly connected there would be no convincing her otherwise. Zaniah had sacrificed herself to capture Eric, putting herself in harm’s way but Kennedy knew Em would have done the same thing in a heartbeat and there would have been no talking her out of it. He wanted to say more but never was the man caught more off guard than when she moved forward, closer to him than she’d been in months and placed her hands on his chest. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as that same sensation drifted down his arms. “Em,” he cleared his throat. As much as he missed her touch and the way she felt in his hands he didn’t want her to feel obligated. When their lips met it was like watching solar flares explode. His mind racing, missing her, every part of her he kissed her back gently at first but embraced the more passionate ending. She wanted to go to Colorado when this was over. The place they’d fallen in love. The real moment they knew they couldn’t live without the other. “I will take you anywhere you want to go.”

He heard Bull clear his throat as they entered the room with a limp Eric. “Not in the car,” he mumbled jokingly. Pointing toward the chair for Alex’s sake he watched as the men placed the culprit in the seat and zip tied his wrists. Patting Bull on the shoulder Kennedy thanked both men and made sure everything had gone smoothly. He made it a point to check on Zaniah as well who seemed perfect. She was laughing and recanting her tale of how she’d zapped the man in his balls with the stun gun Andy had given her. “Job well done there,” Kennedy chuckled draping an arm over his girl. “I will leave you ladies to it. You just let me know when I am needed again.” Kissing Em on the cheek, feeling free to do so now he waved the men in to another room so the women could be alone with Mr. Durham.

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Tom Hardy attends day one of the Audi Polo Challenge at Coworth Park | May 28, 2016 | London | Ph. by Dave Benett/Getty Images for Audi UK

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[dominga-benitez]

Money Talks || Ivan & Inola

[dominga-benitez]

Inola didn’t know what it was about her that intrigued Ivan, but she had soon gained a place as one of, if not his favorite.  Pavlo had Zaniah and Ivan had Inola. Sometimes she thought it had to do with the fact that she had training in medicine and since Ivan was a fan of using his fists, not only on men, he needed tending.  Inola had lost track of the number of times she had cleaned up his hands, his knuckles, his eye. There was a scar there now that she hadn’t been able to fix, and at first she had feared the pain she would receive from it, but Ivan had taken it in stride and wore it proudly.  A drunk had learned the hard and very painful way not to break a bottle over Ivan.  The pigs feasted well that night, and Inola did her best to stich it up, but in the end it scarred.  Since then though she had learned it turned him on, and calmed him, when she ran her fingers gently over it.

Coming into his office after examining the women she didn’t know how he would take the news that one of them wasn’t a virgin.  In the past he had lashed out and she had paid the price, and it was not an experience she would want to relieve. Putting on her best smile and sway she came in, pushing down any fear, for like any monster she knew he fed on it.  Not fighting when he pulled her close she arched her neck a little so he could smell her better, having put on a dab of the oil she knew he liked. Chewing at her lip she shrugged, “There shouldn’t but sometimes I can’t help it.” Running her finger over his scar she let the news be told, holding her breath in anticipation.

Relieved when it was the chair, which she wouldn’t mind seeing broken, take the punishment. Shifting her weight, knowing he might want to fuck she rested a hand on his chest. “I don’t know for sure but I don’t think so. For one it doesn’t appear fresh, and two she acts deviant to them, not afraid. Plus I can’t see them going after one and not all. I feel this is from some time before but would time with her to find out.” Once again chewing her lip she slid her hand down his chest to run along his stomach. “What do you need?”

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In the past getting virgins was fairly easy. The Popesecu’s would go out however far they needed to and find ways for families to give up their virgin daughters. Sometimes it was gambling debts. Sometimes it was being friendly with the bankers that really owned their land, but either way the fathers handed over their daughters just as Inola’s father had dine with her. Never once during that era of collection had they received one soiled. If Ivan had to take a gander at the situation her would say that eye-balling a girl and assuming she was virginal was a lot harder than having her papa vouch for it. A man gives up his pure offspring and that shit is tarnished, well, that man would surely die a miserable death.

Hearing the news that one of the women had previous been assaulted, Ivan was glad to hear it was not or could not have been Mathias or Vasile. They were good at their job and he didn’t want to replace them. Thinking back to the group as they were brought in Ivan surmised who the culprit was. “It was that feisty little blonde, no?” She was far too frisky to not be the one. It explained her behavior actually. She’d been hurt before and was fighting so it wouldn’t happen again. Trying his damnedest not to take the upset out on Inola the man was easily distracted by the wonders of her sweet pussy. She was by far the most talented of all the whores he’d been with.

What made her the most special was her willingness. She figured out rather quickly, and perhaps this was why she was friends with Zaniah, that when you give you get. Zaniah had been fucking Pavlo since they took her as payment for her brother’s debts. Not long after her brother was dead and she was owned did she start willingly fucking Pavlo. He stayed calm and she earned certain freedoms. It was a win-win. When she slid closer he could feel her body grind up against him. His dick started to harden and why pass up such an opportunity? Releasing the arm of the chair he quickly grabbed her hip and jerked her closer letting out a growl. “Are you trying to distract me, little fox? Is there more to this story than my new whore is already a whore?” Gently he picked up one of her dainty hands and planted a kiss on it. “Tell me, is there more or can we get on to the good stuff?” His other hand found her knew. Her skin was soft to the touch as he slowly made his way through the myriad of fabric to find her peach. Cupping it in his hand he squeezed. “This makes up for the bad news. I want this.”

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Little Shadow | Ivan & Keera

[dementedbeautyqueens]

The young woman was the kind who thought before speaking.  As frantic and insane as she seemed sometimes, she knew that she was unstable and tried to be smart about it.  Know that you weren’t good with people just meant you had to be more aware of it.  Ivan was not the kidn of man that she wanted to trip over her words with.  While the pause could have been dangerous, saying the wrong thing could be deadly.  Then there was the fact that she said very few things to anyone besides her brother…and maybe the saloon owner Seth.  It made it so that her voice stayed quiet when she wasn’t threatening or doing business.  Maybe she could trick herself into thinking that this was business, seeing as it was one of the people that paid them.  

She tried to keep her lips from twitching up as he repeated the word.  It wasn’t making fun of him.  No, that would be deadly and if he saw the upward twitch of lips, she had to explain it away quickly.  “I like the way it sounds that way.”  Her eyes fell back to Gotal, hand petting her mane with more care then she normally showed to any of the product they brought to the man before her.  “Actually I just like languages in general.”  It was something that she was good at truth be told.  Even as a prisoner with the Apache she had picked up some of their speech patterns and words in the time that she was there.  Like Ivan, though neither of them knew it, she was an observer. It made it easy to pick up on languages and behaviors, sometimes even intimidate them if she had too.  It was a helpful survival strategy.  

 Her long spotless neck tilted to the side at his observation.  “I suppose it is strange…stranger then you know actually.” She admitted.  “It’s not really after them though.  Its after their death cries.”  Her sharp dark eyes glanced back up at him.  “Its what they call people like my brothers and I: Coyotes, those who take.  Feral.”  She smiled at the last word.  Her eyes darted back and forth at the vivid memory for a moment before she nodded.  “Yes, they screamed it, before we slaughtered them.” She’d been so young….and baptized in blood.  But she was pretty sure the man in front of her knew all about that.  “So I suppose calling them vicious would be a bit hypocritical of me wouldn’t it?”  Again her lips twitched up into an almost joking smile.  

The laugh put her…not at ease but at least it let her know that she wasn’t particularly in danger at the moment.  “She’s not really a beast….just wild.”  She chuckled back bending down to wash her hands off from feeding the animal in one of the water buckets.  “Truly wild things cant ever be tamed.  She just lets me ride her.  Shes too strong to be broken in.”  Her eyebrows rose up at his next question.  While she didn’t know what the word meant she could guess the meaning of it.  “That’s why I go there for a drink.”  She admitted. “There are less people there.  I don’t like large groups of people…or that many women.”  Even dressed like this, looking like a man her ass had been grabbed in the Top Hat.  Had it not been for her brothers restraining her, she might have been in even more trouble then she normally was.  A sly smile came across her lips, a risk and she knew it.  “Plus…you don’t carry my brand.”

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Ivan had approached the young woman out of curiosity and like many other things in his life he’d gotten so much more out of it. Starting out with very little he was now a king in his own realm, a hidden jewel to him and his closest friend. Yes, even a man like Ivan could declare friendship. If there were anyone on the planet he cared about it was Pavlo Terasenko. There was a bond between the two men that no one would break as was proved time and again by the women living in their house. There were occasions when one of the whores thought they’d gotten close enough to drive a wedge between the two men but it only lead to their demise. Ivan was loyal, as was Pavlo. That same loyalty he recognized in Mathias, Vasile and Keera. Even though Ivan didn’t understand Vasile’s fascination with Oxana he still made money off their transactions and supposed it was nice that his sister got a little attention every now and then. As long as he wasn’t the one having to give it – she was a waste of air after all.

The surprise came with the amount of talking she’d done. Over the course of time the she and her brothers popped in to Canyon Diablo he wasn’t sure how often he’d ever heard the girl speak. She was quiet, too quiet, and that made him nervous. Though Mathias and Vasile had never spilled the details of their sister’s abduction, Mathias had told Ivan that Keera was taken by the Apache and it wasn’t pretty when they found her. That was really all he needed to know. “It is a good name,” he touted. She seemingly took a little pride in the name and that was unique in the world in which they lived. “We all have a little coyote in us then, no? I may not consider myself feral, as you say, but who doesn’t have a small thirst for blood every so often? The Apache are vicious. So it is, how does the saying go? An eye for an eye? That is what the Good Book says.” Ivan chuckled. He knew the Bible existed but he’d never read it. Only passages that intrigued him.

“No? I don’t carry your brand?” His accent was thinker than usual today as he felt no need to enunciate around the woman. With the whores he needed to be very clear; very specific with his words. Keera had assisted her brothers on their round ups which meant she had a little mental wherewithal. “What brand might that be? If the nedostatnist’ carries it I am sure I can bring it in as well. We do not always have crowds, you know.”