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Allison Argent was many things - spoiled, entitled, selfish, and mean - but she wasn’t stupid. Allison knew how to get what she wanted very easily and better yet, she knew exactly how the people around her reacted to her ways. Despite how her father had done his best to coax her into believing nothing was happening tonight, the young heiress was well aware of all the commotion going on. The whispers were heard everywhere but Allison chose to ignore, wearing the tiniest smirk of self-satisfaction. It seemed her father, as expected, had wasted no time in acting out after their meeting. What Allison hadn’t expected was the way she had suddenly been wracked by guilt. Neal wouldn’t be the first person to suffer her father’s wrath because of her and he probably wouldn’t be the last. But as the night wore on and the more whispers she heard, the more nauseated she became. The thought of not seeing him again and dealing with his irksome ways bothered her more than she thought it would. So, in another classically badly thought out decision, Allison had ordered one of her father’s lackey’s to take her to the meeting. She had to stop Neal’s execution.

There was a clamor that could be heard coming from the familiar warehouse and despite the protest of some of her family members, Allison clawed her way into the building. The sight that met her wasn’t one she didn’t expect but it was one that made her feel sick to her stomach. She had caused this. “Ms. Argent, stop! Your father didn’t want you here” Diana’s voice rang from behind her and hse felt the female’s firm grip on her bicep. “The hell with what my father wants!” Diana tightened her grip but that didn’t deter the young woman. “Let me go!” She hissed and whether it was due to the venom of her voice or Diana recognizing that she couldn’t and shouldn’t try to control her boss’ daughter, the grip on her arm was gone. Within seconds, she had pushed her way through the crowd and was standing between her father’s cocked gun and Neal’s body on the ground. She didn’t spare much of a glance at Neal, her mind only directing her to stand between the two men but the blood that surround her guard was enough to tell her that Chris had taken his time in dealing his punishments for a while now.

There was a shock in Chris’ expression that quickly morphed into anger. Allison had crossed a line. She had stood up against her father’s authority in front of their family. It was something even she couldn’t get away with. Slowly, he lowered the gun a few inches before speaking. “Allison...” he began, his voice low and calculating. “Get out of the way.” The brunette shook momentarily, knowing full well that it would be in her best interest to move. Allison adverted her gaze and turn to look at Neal fully for the first time since she had stormed the building and her stomach clenched at the sight. He was bloodied and battered, his breath shallowed. Neal looked ready to die but the thought of him dead made her nauseous. She couldn’t let it happen. With a deep and shaky breath in, Allison turned her dark gaze back to her father, meeting his pale blues unwaveringly, challengingly. “No.” The single word brought a wave of tension around the entire area and she could hear the scattered noises of shock and the whispers that floated around. Chris heard them too and she watched as his jaw clenched, his eyes communicating very clearly that she had about three seconds to step away. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” It was another way of offering her a warning to move but she stayed firm and shook her head defiantly. The strike shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it did but still, a loud and pained gasp tore through her at the powerful impact of her father’s hand against her cheek, forceful enough to turn her head. Chris had never struck her before and that’s when Allison knew exactly how much she had crossed over the line. Her cheek burned and ached and Allison had to take a second to regain her composure before she gathered enough dignity and courage to lift her gaze up again. “I said get out of the way; I won’t repeat myself again.,” Chris warned her one last time, but despite how her eyes watered from the blow and how her cheek burned. Allison did not budge. Neal would not die because of her. “And I said no.” As the final word slipped from her mouth, Allison shut her eyes and clenched her fists at her side, knowing full well that a second blow was coming. One didn’t get away with disobeying her father publicly and not reap some sort of consequence. @thecaffrey

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Tattletale || Solo

WHERE: Argent Manor WHEN: After the first day of class and the new security detail. NOTES*: After a failed first day, Allison runs to Chris to relay the events in an attempt to get rid of Neal.

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first impressions || verse 12

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“The guy behind us is staring at you and wow….I wish he was staring at me” The girl she had sat next to leaned in to whisper into her ear. Allison didn’t even turn around to see who she was referring to. She had felt the weight of his eyes from the moment she had chosen the seat. Allison shrugged and leaned towards Lydia - as she had come to know her name - and whispered back “If he’s handsome, he look as long as he wants.” She winked at Lydia, causing the gi rl to chuckle and glace back at Neal.

The class ended faster than Allison anticipated, but that was probably because she had hardly been paying attention to the lecture at all. Her mind had been completely occupied by her guard. Even though it was annoying to be under watch, Allison was unreasonably. She knew why he father was doing it and she knew Neal was one of her dad’s father in the family. He wouldn’t have assigned any one else. to watch over it. It helped that he wasn’t bad to the eyes but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun and mess with Neal during the length of his assignment.

The students around her stood up but she waited to leave until almost all of the room was empty. She walked to the back of the classroom with Lydia and Scott, chatting about the class and the events upcoming in the university. She hadn’t paid attention to Neal, but she could feel his presence behind her. If he had wanted to be discreet, as were his orders, he was failing miserably in her opinion. Scott and Lydia both kept looking back at him but Allison refused to look back until Neal spoke up. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose before nodding. “I have to go. I’ll catch up with you later.” She said to her newfound friends. Scott seemed like he wanted to say more to her but instead just nodded at her so Allison turned and left.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be stifling?” Allison quipped, still keeping a few steps in front of Neal as they walked to her next class. “And don’t call me Miss. You and my father want to draw as little attention as possible, calling me Miss is only going to make it worse. It’s Allison, Allie, Al, whatever you want. It’s hard to come up with a believable story to cover up why you are following me without you addressing me as Miss. When we are not home, you are to call me by my name.” As she spoke, her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find a way to lose him. She was used to the attention that came from being Chris Argent’s daughter but she was also used having freedom. Finding a crowd of students, Allison made a dash for it. She used the crowd to her her advantage, just like her father taught her. She weaved through the students, ignoring his call for her and ducked into dorm building. She turned back to see if he was near but saw no sign of him and grinned. She crossed the dorm building and exited on the opposite side, happy to finally be alone but completely unaware of the man following her.

“And you’re supposed to follow the rules,” Neal countered before he could stop himself. Having to literally bite his tongue to avoid saying even more, he clenched his hands behind his back tighter as he followed her. “Yes, Mi- Allison. I’ll do my best to blend in more, but…” Hesitating, he looked around before continuing, “…I believe it would be easier on both of us if you met me halfway.” He was sure the request would fall on deaf ears, but this girl would be head of the family one day. She had to understand that leadership wasn’t just making demands and having your way, but also involved cooperation and sacrifice. Although he knew he was in no position to be making suggestions to her - really, he shouldn’t be talking to her much at all - but as the only heir, she had to move on from her rebellious nature or the family itself might perish.

As they left the science building, a large group of students passed them, hurrying and chatting on their way to the next classes. Neal watched each one of them, his eyes darting back to his charge as she slipped into the crowd. He tried reaching out to grab her arm, yank her from the tide of bodies, but she was swept away in an instant. “Allison!” he yelled, pushing through the students. He kept thinking he saw glimpses of her dark chestnut hair, but then he’d blink and she would disappear again. As she weaved and ducked through the bodies, he pushed them aside. Some students cursed at him, told him to watch where he was going, but he was solely focused on her, his blue eyes scanning every face for a glimpse. When he finally broke through the crowd, he had lost all sight of her. Scanning the grounds did nothing, as she was either masterfully concealing herself or was much faster than he had previous realized. Taking off in a sprint, he circled the grounds to search.

After ten minutes with no sign of her, Neal stopped at one of the stone benches that littered the campus. Sinking down onto it, he pulled the pocket handkerchief from his suit coat, wiping the droplets of perspiration from his brow. He neatly folded it again, placing it back in its pocket before he took the jacket itself off. His tie came off next, gently placed atop the jacket. Popping open the first two buttons on his shirt before rolling up his sleeves just below the elbow, Neal sat with his head in his hands. He had failed. If he didn’t find Allison soon, if she told her father how useless he had been, Chris would surely have him killed. It was all he deserved, he reminded himself.

Just as he was making peace with his death, he heard ringing laughter from behind one of the buildings. It was the same piercing laugh that had haunted him for four years, so he recognized it instantly. Taking off in a sprint again, he rounded the corner of the building to see Allison smirking at some boy. Though he couldn’t see Allison’s face, he could see the boy’s hand reach up to touch her, tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear. Adrenaline propelling him, Neal did not slow down from his sprint long enough to properly gauge the situation. Operating on instinct and his training alone, he was behind the boy in an instant, grabbing his wrist and hitching it behind his back. “Leave,” he commanded the boy, shoving him off. He waited for him to make some sort of counter attack, and he very well may have had he not turned to see Neal’s imposing figure, his pale eyes dark with purpose. He was intimidating to be sure, especially now that his shirt was partially undone, a rosebud scar just above his collarbone showing where a bullet had once been, and the burn of the Argent brand still pink on his right forearm.

As the boy scuttled away, Neal turned back to Allison, raking back his now disheveled hair with his fingers. While he wanted to scold her, tell her how irresponsible she had been, he knew he could not. Instead, he simply stared at her, a scowl painted on his lips.

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Allison jumped, her instincts having her throw her fist back when she felt a hand land on her shoulder. She turned around skillfully, ready to fend off the attacker until she turned her eyes to see a familiar face. “It’s Scott!” Scott, from her last class, called out as he ducked. Allison let her guard down, giving him a glare before her lips curved into a smile. “You scared me to death.” She said with a laugh, grabbing the bookbag that had fallen from her shoulder when she gone defensive.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to….I just saw you heading this way and I had to see you and ask you something.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly, and Allison see the specks of embarrassment and unease in his dark eyes. She immidately knew what he was going to say. Allison was pretty girl, it wasn’t a conceited remark, it was just a fact. She knew she was a pretty girl and maybe if her life had been different, she would have more experience in this area of life. However, she was born into the life of a criminal empire and that meant that a lot of her worldly experiences were cut out for protection sake. She didn’t really have friends outside of her “family” and she never dated. It was the first time her father hadn’t made her go to an all-girls school. But despite her lack of her experience, she knew what Scott wanted to say and she was waiting for it. He seemed nice, too innocent to realistically fit in her world, but it was such a deep contrast that it made her want it more for the simple fact that it would be different.

“What did you want to ask?” A smirk came across her lips and shifted her weight when Scott reached over to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He was just about to speak when all of a sudden, Neal appeared behind Scott, holding his arm captive behind his back. Fury welled in her and she didn’t even look at Scott as he scuttled away.

Allison took him in for the first time, truly took him in and in that moment, Neal looked like he actually belonged in her family. He looked intimidating, the Argent brand bright on display and everyone around them would know what that meant. The family was so well known. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t intimidate her. “What the hell was that?” Allison threw at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I liked that boy and you just scared him off! What is the matter with you?!”

#para #v12 #first impressions

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first impressions || verse 12

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A smirk lifted the corners of Allison’s mouth as she watched the way his shoulders tensed up, the way he swallowed thickly as her cold words processed through that pretty little head of his. So, he did remember her and their exchange four years ago? Interesting.

“No, thank you.” Allison’s voice was low and she leaned back into the seat. He was holding back, that much was obvious but then again, her father had taught her how read people so well, nothing could really be hidden from her. Know thy enemy, he used to always say. Neal had a lot he wanted to say to her but Allison didn’t know if he didn’t speak because he was afraid to cross of a line with the daughter of his leader or if Chris had told him to not speak to her.

He didn’t seem like one to hold back anything so Allison would assume that her father had given him very specific instructions. It didn’t surprise her at all. Her dear father still thought of her as the fourteen-year-old girl when, Allison was almost nineteen. She was a grown woman who was prepared to give her life, both literally and in dedication, to the Argent empire. Sometimes, her father forgot that.

“Hmm…sounds like I have my own personal stalker.” Allison quipped, crossing her arms over her chest as Neal drove them to the university. She stayed quiet, her mind running with the possibilities of how this day would turn out. She doubted that anything would happen, aside from people questioning why she had a random guy following her. Her father had done such a good job of keeping her out of public eye that many of their enemies knew that he had a daughter, but they weren’t sure what she looked like. Still, fighting with her father never went anywhere.

When they arrived at the university, Allison waited for the door to be opened before scooting out and walking to her first class, without so much as a backwards glance towards Neal. Finding her room in the science building, Allison scanned the seating arrangements. There were plenty of spaces that would fit Neal’s seating requirements, so naturally, Allison went with the one that would keep him farthest away. She sat between two other students, a red head and a messy haired boy. The only seat available near her was almost four rows away. She couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Neal’s eyes were clearly burning into the back of her skull and she turned to look at him. She smiled and shrugged. Sorry, she mouthed and turned her eyes back to the front of the classroom.

His pale eyes constantly darting over the students whose own eyes were trained on the unusual pair, Neal followed his young mistress into the science building, holding open each door for her before she could attempt to reach for the handle herself. As they entered the designated classroom, he breathed out. There were plenty of open seats to choose from, so at least it would be nearly impossible for him to screw up on his first day of this new assignment. He waited in his default stance - hands clasped behind his back - for Allison to pick her seat. Once again, his breath hitched when he noticed the spot she was eyeing. A thought ran through his mind that his free-spirited charge surely meant for him to asphyxiate before the day was through, the way she kept making him hiccup for air. Of course, he thought to himself. Of course she would choose the only spot in the classroom that made it impossible for him to follow express orders.

His choice was simple: he could either disobey his orders or he could make some poor, confused collegiate move from their seat. He wrestled with the choice for a moment before deciding that forcibly removing someone would definitely draw more attention than desirable. With a scowl, he took a seat four rows behind Allison.

Throughout the entire lecture, Neal stared at the back of her head. She turned only once, wearing a mock apology as an expression, before her loose, dark curls bounced as she turned forward again. He watched as she made small asides to the redhead girl and the scruffy boy beside her. Once, the redheaded girl looked behind her to catch him staring, and she whispered something to Allison. Neal watched the heir’s reaction, gauging it.

When the class ended, he stood up from his seat, letting the students pass him as he waited for Allison to stand as well. There were ten minutes before her next class, and when he found her dallying with her two newfound friends, he waited for her. His presence, however, had a more oppressive feel to it than was likely acceptable to the young woman. “Miss,” he interjected as the clock continued to tick on, “your next class is in four minutes in the liberal arts building.”

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“The guy behind us is staring at you and wow....I wish he was staring at me” The girl she had sat next to leaned in to whisper into her ear. Allison didn’t even turn around to see who she was referring to. She had felt the weight of his eyes from the moment she had chosen the seat. Allison shrugged and leaned towards Lydia - as she had come to know her name - and whispered back “If he’s handsome, he look as long as he wants.” She winked at Lydia, causing the gi rl to chuckle and glace back at Neal.

The class ended faster than Allison anticipated, but that was probably because she had hardly been paying attention to the lecture at all. Her mind had been completely occupied by her guard. Even though it was annoying to be under watch, Allison was unreasonably. She knew why he father was doing it and she knew Neal was one of her dad’s father in the family. He wouldn’t have assigned any one else. to watch over it. It helped that he wasn’t bad to the eyes but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun and mess with Neal during the length of his assignment.

The students around her stood up but she waited to leave until almost all of the room was empty. She walked to the back of the classroom with Lydia and Scott, chatting about the class and the events upcoming in the university. She hadn’t paid attention to Neal, but she could feel his presence behind her. If he had wanted to be discreet, as were his orders, he was failing miserably in her opinion. Scott and Lydia both kept looking back at him but Allison refused to look back until Neal spoke up. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose before nodding. “I have to go. I’ll catch up with you later.” She said to her newfound friends. Scott seemed like he wanted to say more to her but instead just nodded at her so Allison turned and left.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be stifling?” Allison quipped, still keeping a few steps in front of Neal as they walked to her next class. “And don’t call me Miss. You and my father want to draw as little attention as possible, calling me Miss is only going to make it worse. It’s Allison, Allie, Al, whatever you want. It’s hard to come up with a believable story to cover up why you are following me without you addressing me as Miss. When we are not home, you are to call me by my name.” As she spoke, her eyes scanned the crowd, trying to find a way to lose him. She was used to the attention that came from being Chris Argent’s daughter but she was also used having freedom. Finding a crowd of students, Allison made a dash for it. She used the crowd to her her advantage, just like her father taught her. She weaved through the students, ignoring his call for her and ducked into dorm building. She turned back to see if he was near but saw no sign of him and grinned. She crossed the dorm building and exited on the opposite side, happy to finally be alone but completely unaware of the man following her.

#first impressions #para #verse 12

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first impressions || verse 12

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A smirk lifted the corners of Allison’s mouth as she watched the way his shoulders tensed up, the way he swallowed thickly as her cold words processed through that pretty little head of his. So, he did remember her and their exchange four years ago? Interesting.

“No, thank you.” Allison’s voice was low and she leaned back into the seat. He was holding back, that much was obvious but then again, her father had taught her how read people so well, nothing could really be hidden from her. Know thy enemy, he used to always say. Neal had a lot he wanted to say to her but Allison didn’t know if he didn’t speak because he was afraid to cross of a line with the daughter of his leader or if Chris had told him to not speak to her.

He didn’t seem like one to hold back anything so Allison would assume that her father had given him very specific instructions. It didn’t surprise her at all. Her dear father still thought of her as the fourteen-year-old girl when, Allison was almost nineteen. She was a grown woman who was prepared to give her life, both literally and in dedication, to the Argent empire. Sometimes, her father forgot that.

“Hmm…sounds like I have my own personal stalker.” Allison quipped, crossing her arms over her chest as Neal drove them to the university. She stayed quiet, her mind running with the possibilities of how this day would turn out. She doubted that anything would happen, aside from people questioning why she had a random guy following her. Her father had done such a good job of keeping her out of public eye that many of their enemies knew that he had a daughter, but they weren’t sure what she looked like. Still, fighting with her father never went anywhere.

When they arrived at the university, Allison waited for the door to be opened before scooting out and walking to her first class, without so much as a backwards glance towards Neal. Finding her room in the science building, Allison scanned the seating arrangements. There were plenty of spaces that would fit Neal’s seating requirements, so naturally, Allison went with the one that would keep him farthest away. She sat between two other students, a red head and a messy haired boy. The only seat available near her was almost four rows away. She couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Neal’s eyes were clearly burning into the back of her skull and she turned to look at him. She smiled and shrugged. Sorry, she mouthed and turned her eyes back to the front of the classroom.

#first impressions #verse 12 #para

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first impressions || verse 12

Neal load a fresh cartridge of bullets into his favorite handgun, ensuring the safety was engaged as he looked the piece over. It had been a gift from his boss, Chris Argent, just a day before when he was given his new assignment. Engraved into the side of the silver barrel was the Argent family’s motto: nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent. In its simplicity, it meant that he was no longer just a brother in arms, but that he would now protect the most priceless item in Mr. Argent’s collection - his daughter, Allison. Though Neal had killed countless enemies to the family, had gone to war with opposing gangs to ensure Argent territory was left unscathed, and had endured the borderline-torturous rituals that preceded admittance into the family that he now called his own, guarding the young Argent heir would surely be his most difficult task yet.

Though he had not seen the girl in years - the party held in honor of his admittance as a new brother in the family, to be exact - his memory of her was not especially fond. When he had met her, she was only 14. Freckles had littered her ruddy cheeks, and her dark hair had been pulled tight against her head in a french braid that rested down her shoulders. From what he could tell in that meeting, she was a spoiled little girl. That much was to be expected, however. What had been unexpected was what she had said to him that night. As he had been flying high in celebration and disbelief that he had passed every test set before him and was now a fully-fledged member of one of the most notorious crime families in New York, the little brat had cornered him. “Are you ready to die for my father? Because you will. They all do,” she had told him in a sing-song voice before prancing off to rejoin her parents at the head of the table. Every time a bullet rang past his ears in the four years since, he had heard that same voice, cooing to him that he would die. Would she even remember that she had been so cold, or was the act so commonplace for her, such a forgettable passing fancy that she would not recognize him?

It felt like a blessing that the young heir was sent away to boarding school shortly after, for Neal was sure that if he had to see her snide face every day, he would have died from the mocking alone. Now, however, she had returned from her leave and was set to attend Columbia University. Without the protection that her private school had afforded, it was now Neal’s job to make sure that Allison was able to live a full life as a college student while also ensuring her safety. He would gladly take a bullet for her father, but the girl who had foreseen his death on their first meeting was another story entirely. Still, his loyalty remained, and he would do whatever Mr. Argent asked of him.

Slipping the pistol into its holster on his belt, he looked at himself in the mirror. He straightened his tie before shrugging on his suit jacket to hide the weapon from plain sight, heading out the door of his apartment.

When he arrived at the Argent mansion, he was greeted by the staff there. Neal made his way up to Chris’ office, letting himself in and giving the customary demure bow to his boss. No pleasantries were exchanged before Chris cut to business. “Neal, today you’re to take Allison to school in one of the family vehicles. You’re to accompany her to all classes, but not to draw attention. You are not to speak to her unless you are spoken to. I expect you’ll be professional, and you won’t let your guard down. This is the most I’ve ever asked of you, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the consequences if you should fail.” Neal swallowed hard, but kept his composure with lips pressed firmly together.

“I understand, sir. On my life, I will protect her,” he answered. As if on cue, the doors to the office flung open, and Neal bowed again after catching a fleeting glimpse of who was on the other side. “Miss Argent, I am your new guard. Please, let me know when you’re ready to go,” he greeted, straightening back up to fully look at his new charge. He blinked. This was not the same freckled brat he had known. Before him was the most charming young woman, and he found himself swallowing thickly once more.

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Allison strutted her way through her father’s mansion. She had been home for a week and already she was dying to get out. Boarding school had not been her choice but in the end, she had ended up loving it. Chris Argent, her father, was the leader of one of New York’s most notorious crime families. Naturally, that meant they were constant targets for rival groups and the law. Her father had become increasingly over protective through out the years and despite thoroughly teaching her how to hold her own, it never stopped him from smothering her, Boarding school had been a break from the overwhelming nature of her dear father and now that she was back at home with him, Allison was finding that she was missing her life of seclusion.

University of Colombia was her father’s choice of education, another way to keep her near. Allison couldn’t really complain considering he was paying for it all but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. Especially considering she had found out yesterday that he was assigning a guard detail to go to school with her. Allison couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought.

She understood her father’s concerns. As the only child Chris and Victoria had, Allison was the heir to the entire kingdom her father had amassed. She knew the weight of what that entitled to and she was ready to step up when it was her time....but that didn’t mean she couldn’t give her father some grey hairs in the mean time.

Coming upon the large oak doors of her father’s office, Allison grabbed the handles and swung them open, with little care of the way the doors slammed from her force. The man that had been in with her father bowed slightly at her entrance. She turned her head to look at him when he spoke and for a second she was momentarily shocked at who she saw. She never learned his name but she remembered meeting him almost four years ago at his admittance party. It was one of many she had attended as a child but it was the last one she had gone to before boarding school. He was alive with joy at joining her family but to Allison, she noticed that many of the new members failed to realize that the majority of them would die. She had uttered something of the kind to him that night and the look on his face had stayed with her since then. She had hoped that he would be one of the few that would survive and she was slightly surprised to see him alive.

Still, she ignored him and turned her attention to her father instead. “Him? Seriously?. Dad...it’s not college. Nothing is going to happen and I could probably take better care of myself than some guy who is going to be following me around like a stalker. I’m Argent. That’s enough attention being drawn to me.” He father stood up, slamming his palms against his desk. “Neal knows how to be discreet and he will follow you. You’re my daughter and I will take care of what’s mine.” Allison sighed and rolled her eyes again before glancing back at Neal. “Let’s go.” She didn’t wait for him and merely walked out without even looking at him.

She made it to the car and let him open her door before sliding in.Once the car was on the move, Allison’s eyes burned into the back of his head. He had aged well in the last four years and Allison would be lying if she wasn’t attracted to him. Smirking to herself, Allison leaned forward in her seat. She shifted until her lips were next to his ear and whispered. “I see you haven’t died yet....hmmm...I don’t know whether that makes you lucky or me.” Allison gave a short chuckle, “Either way, it’s impressive. “

#first impressions #para #verse 12

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Coffee Breaks || Verse 11

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Allison’s eyes lite up when he agreed, half expecting him to reject the invitation. “Great...I’ll meet you by the front.” She tried to discreetly hurry to her desk, placing all of the left over files on it before grabbing her purse and rushing to where Neal was holding the door for her. They mounted the elevator and descended to the lobby of the FBI building.

“Um....it was a little bit of both, honestly. My mother was an art enthusiasts...so that’s where I get my love of art from. My favorite is Raphael...always has been.” She paused as they excited the building, enjoying the warm weather that was gracing New York. “My father, on the other hand, hated art but he loved weapons. He used to be police but he retired early and started his own business. He sells hard to find and rare weapons to collectors and government officials. We were robbed one night...who ever did it was crafty because they by-passed my father’s security features and they stole my dad’s most collectible item. George Washington’s Saddle’s pistols.” She turned her head to look at him, briefly rolling her eyes at it. She admired weaponry and she was an expert herself but she never understand her dad’s love for those guns. “ They were worth 2 million dollars and someone stole them....and that’s why I got into White Collar.” Her shoulders shrugged. “It sucks when something that is most valuable to you is taken.Justice should be served and the bad guys should be caught.”

Warmth spread through her cheeks as she realized she had started babbling about stuff he probably didn’t care about. “I’m sorry; I’m rambling.” She apologized, stopping when they reached the local cafe. “What would you like? my treat.” She offered, her head nodding towards the various ways they could prepare coffee.

#coffee breaks #para #para:v11 #verse 11: para #verse 11

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hero || verse 7

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Allison didn’t know how it happened or when it happened. She had just gotten back from a week long trip to California to visit her father and she had managed to drop her suit case in the middle of her kitchen before going to her bedroom to put on something more comfortable and get some sleep. She was beyond jet-lagged at this point. The next thing she knew, she was being jolted awake by the screaming of her fire alarm in the corner of her small bedroom. Her eyes opened and the room was dark covered with a dense, thick cloud of unforgiving smoke.

Allison coughed, heaving to try and breathe in some oxygen but it was useless. The smoke was too thick. Her apartment looked the fiery pits of hell as she crawled her way out of her bedroom. Fire was eating everything in sight, taking every little memory she had here, everything she had worked so hard for. Tears in her eyes, Allison covered her nose and mouth with her shirt as she tried to get to the kitchen.

A scream tore out of her of as the wall in the opposite side of hte room collapsed, causing the already significant flames to flare even more. Panic was starting to take over her and fought against the dizziness in her head to stand. Her lungs were on fire, her eyes stinging. she couldn’t breath but she couldn’t stop coughing. As she got to the kitchen, Allison’s vision swarmed. She tired to stay standing - she needed to get out to grab this stupid bag and get out-but she couldn’t hold on. Her body was too poisoned from the smoke and the next she knew, she felt herself falling. Her head smashed against the floor and everything went back.

Eventually, Allison felt herself start to come too. The first thing she registered was the amount of noise around her and then it was the way her throat was burning. Slowly, she opened her eyes, wincing as the sunlight hit her. Once she did open them, Allison saw him for the first time. A pair of beautiful baby blue eyes and a charming smile were her greeting. She coughed out a chuckle, trying to sit up despite the paramedic’s slight annoyance that she was moving. “I’m fine….” she murmured to him, taking the oxygen mask off slightly before she turned back to the firefighter that had most likely saved her life. Her hero.

“What happened,”, She asked, placing the oxygen mask on again and taking a big gulp of clean oxygen as her eyes strayed from him to her burning apartment building…to her home. “Oh my god….” she breathed, her eyes tearing up as she registered everything she had just lost. “Oh my god….” She sobbed, turning to him, almost begging him to tell her this was just a nightmare.

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Neal watched her carefully, the smile never slipping from his face although he was concerned. He wanted to comfort her, not shake her up more than she already was with more worry about if the smoke had damaged more than just the apartment building. That was the paramedic’s job. When he saw that she was fine, however, he let out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad your alright. That was a close call in there,” he told her.

As the paramedic took her vitals, he explained the situation. “One of your neighbors had a candle too close to the drapes, from what I heard. The whole place went up like a box of matches.” He winced as he realized there was a lack of empathy in his voice, then followed her gaze to the building, flames still licking at the bricks from the broken windows. The rest of his crew were putting the fire out bit by bit, but it would still be awhile before the place stopped smoldering. Even then… His eyes went back to her and when he saw her tears, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey…it’s alright. That back there…it’s only stuff. What’s important is that you’re alive.”

Giving a nod to the paramedic as he packed his things and moved on to the next victim, Neal grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap for her. “Drink this, it’ll make your throat feel better.” As he watched her gulp the water down, he sat on his haunches anxiously. Saving her from the building was only half the battle. Now he needed to see if she would be safe after. “Do you have family here in the city? Someone you can stay with until you get back on your feet?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

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Allison’s mind was working double time in a vain attempt to process all the information being through at her. She felt like her surrounding should have been a lot louder than what she was hearing and as she scanned the scene around her, she realized all she heard was a faint buzzing noise.

None of this was real, was it?

“It’s not just stuff! It’s everything....” Allison whispered, watching the flames as it licked at the brick of the building. How would she start over? She had nothing left now? There was no way she could go back home...she had left California for a reason and she couldn’t go back. She had too much pride to ask for help.

The bottle of water shook in her hands and she was barely able to hold it still long enough to for her to drink it. She gulped down as much as she could, relishing in the way it soothed her burning throat. Allison shifted from her position on the floor, turning to look at him a little better. It was only then that she fully got a view of him. He really was a Prince Charming; handsome and heroic. “No, I have no one. I’m alone here.” She whispered, rubbing her face with her hand in frustration. “I’ll figure it out...I always do.” She told him, meeting his eyes and giving him what she thought would be a reassuring smile. “Was...was anyone else hurt?”

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“You know she can’t understand a word you’re saying, right?”

“Allison, shh, I’m trying to teach our daughter the loops holes of the law.”

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“So much for not being tired...” Allison giggled to herself, the camera making the softest of clicks as she snapped the picture. “Like father, like son.”

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Allison didn’t imagine this for herself at the age of twenty...but as Roman giggled down at her, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

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And when Neal kissed her, Allison knew that this was it. This was her forever. Her Happily Ever After.

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Allison sighed contently as her head rested on Neal’s naked chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around her bare shoulders. There was a time, not too long ago, that Allison would not have been able to imagine that she would ever feel so blissfully content again. Even though they had been through some crap, the most recent being her amnesia, things had finally settled down between them.

She smiled to herself, burrowing closer into his side, sliding her leg up against his and leaning her head back to plant a kiss to his jawline. Her hand moved up and down his chest but in that soothing movement, Allison caught sight of her scar. Her delicate hands stopped the motion and she turned her wrist over. On the pale skin stood out a faint pink line that had never fully faded. Her eyes saddened at the sight, heaviness setting in her heart. She sighed and shook her head, trying to forget the darkest moment of her life.

She moved, twisting over Neal until she had straddled his waist and laid on him. “I’m staying the night here….I don’t want to leave and I don’t know where you threw my shirt.” She chuckled, leaning up to kiss his lips tenderly. In reality, she knew that if she left, she’d spend all night reliving the day she almost died.

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If someone had told him that he would one day be lying in a mental asylum with his arms wrapped around the most beautiful, vibrant girl he had ever met, he would have told them that they were the crazy one. Yet, there he was, the smell of sex still in the air and their bodies slick with sweat and pressed together, laughing softly so the orderlies wouldn’t hear.

After everything, all the pain and heartache he’d been through, he’d somehow found happiness in the darkest of places. How had he been so lucky? He chuckled lowly as Allison informed him that she would be spending another night in his bed. Honestly, she had spent so many nights curled into his side that he never really expected her to leave. “Mmm…those are nice excuses, but I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway,” he declared, nuzzling past her thick curls against her neck. He laid a quick kiss to the flesh there before he flipped them over again, straddling her as he laid gentle kisses on her chin, her neck, down her chest just to her bellybutton and then kissing back up the same route.

He pinned her arms to the bed, running his hands up the soft flesh of her arms a couple times before it was just his thumb, tracing patterns. He stopped when he came across a patch of skin smoother than the rest, raised just slightly in a straight line. “What’s this?” he asked, not able to see in the dark, just running his thumb over it a couple more times to try and paint a picture. Allison jerked her arm away from him quickly, but he caught her wrist again, using the other hand to switch on the bedside lamp. Bringing her wrist closer to the light, he examined the strawberry scar, eyes darting to her dark ones when he realized what it was from. “Allie…” he started, voice soft as he released her wrist.

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Allison squealed in delight when she felt Neal suddenly shift their positions. Her giggles rang softly between him as her back met the bed, Neal’s body hovering above hers. “Mmmm...” She hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut as Neal’s lips traced a path down her body. Her fingers traced the outline of his back, her legs running up against his. Allison let him pin her arms, her head titling to the side as he kissed her neck, her entire body relaxing at his ministrations.

The warmth and comfort quickly dispersed as she felt his calloused thumb run over the scar she never wanted to speak about. Her body tenses, hoping he’d leave it alone, but then again, that was asking too much of Neal. He was too curious for his own good. “It’s nothing.” She muttered, yanking her arm away from his grasp but she wasn’t quick enough to avoid his grip a second time. Allison watched fearfully as it dawned on him what the scar was and she quickly brought her wrist to her chest when he let it go.

Adverting her eyes, Allison sat up on the bed, pulling the sheets against her chest to cover herself up. She didn’t need to be anymore vulnerable than she was feeling at the moment. “Don’t...” She whispered when she saw the curiosity in his eyes. She couldn’t talk about it. How could she ever talk about the day she was ready to end it all? “I should go...” she said softly, moving to crawl off the small bed. The sheet trailed behind her as if it was the trail of an elegant gown while she tried to look for her clothes, barely glancing at Neal as she threw his boxers towards the bed.

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