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Love Amongst Criminals - Chapter 1

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Night had fallen quicker than expected. With the veil of darkness on her side, a young figure made her approach. It was completely silent as she used the fire escape as her access point. From there the young woman moved slowly towards one of the penthouse's windows. Lucky finding herself an unlocked one. She slowly pushed up the window, making a perfect entry and escape route. Her heels tapped on the polished floored gently as she made her way through the window. The moonlight shined bright enough to make out her outline. Piercing eyes shot through the dark as the suspect try to figure out which room she had manage to stumble in. The young woman slowly pulled her Tommy gun around and securing it in her grasp.

A soft click permeates the room, as the window slides shut behind the woman. It appeared to be an automatic lock. They aren't uncommon in houses or apartments of this price range.

The washroom that the woman had stowed into was extraordinarily spacious, a dryer and washer lined up along one wall as various cleaning and washing instruments litter the other. Finding her way via moonlight, the shrouded figure exits the washroom through the sole wooden door, the oak cool against her hand.

The white-walled corridor seems to stretch in either direction, a large moonlight-bathed room at one end to the right and the left stretching on until it meets another wooden door. Several of these doors litter the corridor, one highlighted by the subtle shine of a light poking under the door.

The darkened figure softly bit her lip, before a slow and sinister smirk painted her face. Moonlight glittered on the points of her fangs. She slowly pulled the black and white pin stripped fedora down over her darkened brown eyes. Strands of cerise violet, ruby red, and jet black hair brushed her face softly. Softly resting the butt of the Tommy gun against her white pinned stripped jacket, she placed her back against the wall the door was on, slowly gliding across it as she made her way towards the door. Her legs stretched out, her heels softly hitting the ground, as she skimmed the wall. Moonlight lit her flawless legs up to her short, black and white pin stripped mini-skirt.

The smooth flawlessness of the wall offers no resistance to her movements, enabling her to glide across the wooden floorboards, the subdued moonlight reflected off of the white walls and through the corridor just enough to illuminate the suited woman's way.

Nearing the oaken door, the small gold doorknob reflecting a sliver of the moons rays, the soft hum of classical music can be heard from the room emitting the golden glow, a gentle, instrumental tune just barely loud enough to be heard through the thick walls.

The golden light seeping under the door is the only suggestion of life in the cool penthouse, the classical music waltzing softly through the still air.

The woman's soft, smooth hand slide on the wooden door. Another small smirk danced its' way across her face. She found it such a waste to ruin the quiet humming classic music, but she was having too much fun with this job. A loud bang rang throughout the penthouse, as the young capoeira kicked the door in. Quickly grasping the Tommy gun securely in both hands and point it into the room.

The room, a study by anyone's guess, was empty. The modernistic light above the now-illuminated woman smirks down at her, the old-fashioned turntable on its' stand in the far corner spinning the record softly as it continues playing, despite the woman's rude interruption. The blackboard to her right and heavy-set mahogany desk before her offered no clue as to the penthouse's owner's whereabouts. The Newton's cradle sitting on the desk corner swings slowly.

Click, click, click

Suddenly, the door behind her opens, and a more mechanical click is heard as the hard metal of a gun's barrel presses insistently into the back of the woman's skull.

"You look like you're part of the mafia. If you are, then you know what happens if you move." A quiet voice drifts through the air, emphasised by a sharp press of the gun on her cranium, "Now, first drop the magazine of the Tommy, then drop the gun. I have something to say that you definitely want to hear, Alyce."

Click, click, click

The Newton's cradle taunts her for being caught, the classical record in the corner still playing gently.

Wide eyed and slightly frightened, Alyce obeyed the man's commands. She roughly removed the magazine and listens to it as it hit the floor. After removing the shoulder strap, she slowly dropped the Tommy gun to the ground. "How did you know I was coming? Someone tip you off, Mr. O'Callen?" Her lip flared up slightly in the disgust that she had been caught and was forced into this position.

"I didn't need someone to tell me the mafia wouldn't be pleased that I don't bow to threats and bribery." The voice asserts, the metal pressure relenting from the back of her skull, "Now, back out of the room, turn to your right and walk towards the end of the corridor. And in case you're think about doing something stupid, I have another pistol in my other hand."

As the suited woman turns from the room to face the illuminated space at the far end of the white corridor, she can hear the snap of a light switch behind her and the soft clicking of the oak door being closed. Another metallic prod to the nape of her neck is enough to urge Alyce forward, only a minute of silence taking place before the mafia woman and her surprise assailant emerge into a large, high-ceilinged white room, the entire wall on her left taken up by glass.

The glass wall allowing the room to be flooded by moon light, Alyce feels a hand closing heavily over her shoulder to lead her to a white sofa in the middle of the room, the squared furniture facing a square glass table separating it from an identical sofa.

"Sit. We have a matter to discuss."

Alyce snarled as she sat down on the white sofa. The rainbow splattered tail laid across her lap as she crossed her legs. Glaring eyes beamed at the her surprise attacker. However, a small smirk still danced across her face. "Oh and what matter would you have to discuss with a mafia capo anyways?" Her snarly remark only made her smirk wider. "I suppose you don't want my hands where you can't see them. So would you be a dear and fetch my loli from inside my jacket pocket?"

"I wouldn't mind fetching it, but keep in mind that I'll probably eat it." Stepping out before the capo for the first time, the man she called Mr. O'Callen is silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in through the glass wall before he sits on the sofa opposite her. Resting one knee on top the other, the white-haired man sits his silver pistol on his leg to point at her, as he relaxes slowly into his seat.

"You can get your lollipop if you want, but if it comes back out holding something other than a white stick, a bullet is going straight into your shoulder." He snipes back, icy blue eyes piercing the shadow cloaking his front, "And as for what I have to say... You're quite close to your boss, are you not?"

Alyce's hand slipped smoothly into her jacket. "You can say that. Why? What business could you possible have with Big Daddy now? Your pleas for mercy?" She smirked softly, chuckling a bit at her comment. She then slid her hand out, holding a small cherry lolipop. After removing the wrapper she, she popped it into her mouth.

Suddenly, the man turns the pistol away from the capo, showing her his movements as he presses the magazine release switch.

Nothing happens.

Pulling back on the slide, he manually ejects any round that were already in the chamber, but there wasn't any, before he tosses the pistol to the sofa besides Alyce.

"Call me Cain. And, it was never loaded. Maybe now you'll take me seriously." He drawls, straightening the lapels of his black suit before he talks again, "...Big Daddy is in danger. There's a traitor in your organization, and he intends to kill your 'Big Daddy', so he can take over."

Cain gives a moment for his statement to sink in, as he loosens his collar subtly. His eyes never leaving Alyce's he waits patiently for her reaction.

The smirk vanished slowly. "What did you just say?" She pulled the loli from my mouth and held it. Her voice showed a protective quality in it, but also a serious tone. "Why are you telling me this? I know this won't come without a cost. What do you want for the information?" Alyce leaned against the back of the couch and crossed her arms. "What may I do to get you to help me?"

"Glad you asked." He mutters, "You cannot let your boss know about the plot against him, it'll cause him to act out of character and the traitor will catch on. Maybe step up his plan."

"I need your help to stay alive. You're not the first assassin to come after me, and won't be the last. Such is the health risks of my area of work. You will live and work with me, and in return I will help you expose the traitor and prevent your dear 'Big Daddy' from ending up in a dumpster...... Does this seem fair?"

"Are you saying I'm an assassin turned bodyguard?" Alyce smirked softly. "Fine, you've got yourself a deal Cain. If it protects Big Daddy, I'll stay here and protect you" She smirked as if in a seductive manner. "Tell me, who else do you have after you?"

"Oh? Is bodyguard duty beneath the infamous capo of the mafia?" Cain teases, a small smirk finally tugging at the edges of his mouth, "A few months ago, I was tasked with finding a particularly rare piece of art. Unfortunately, the piece in question was in the possession of the Yakuza. So you can add them to the list."
Sitting up slowly, he stands and gestures for Alyce to do the same. Leaning over and taking the gun from the sofa beside her, he slides the weapon into a holster concealed beneath his jacket.

"There are a few people unaffiliated with organizations.... Needless to say, there are a number of killers after me. If you wish, you can have the full usage of my personal armory, which is.... extensive."

Alyce stood up and chuckled a bit. "Do you have any idea how infamous I really am? I don't need your armory, I have one of my own, back at my own home. I will use yours while I'm here though out of convince. If these men are after you, I don't see a reason to leave you out of my sight for too long" She smirk slightly. "I'll be your bodyguard as long as you be a good little protectee and listen when I give you an order that could mean life or death" She chuckled softly, placing the loli back in her mouth.

Alyce then slowly slid off her fedora. Her ears twitched slightly as the air hit them. "May I go get my Tommy now? I miss it terribly"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't underestimate me, Alyce. I am a proficient marksman and combatant in my own right. This is less about needing protection, more about another pair of hands being safer. I don't take chances with my own life."

Leading the suited woman back down the white-walled corridor, he steps into the office briefly to shut off the old-fashioned record player and scoop up the Tommy gun laying on the floor. Jamming the magazine back into the gun and cocking it, he holds the rifle out to Alyce as he continues down the corridor toward the oak door at the end. Opening it, a darkened stairwell leads down before him, into the apartment below the penthouse. Apparently, this was also Cain's.

"Underestimate you? Never" Alyce smirked a bit more. She put the shoulder strap over her right shoulder, allowing the Tommy Gun to hang. "And what does the Lord Master Cain have down there?" She teased a bit. The smirk still danced across her pale face.

"What do you think? My sex dungeon, of course." He chuckles back, an edge of snark in his voice as he descends and opens the door at the bottom of the stairs, leading Alyce into a room the size of the whole penthouse, the grey-bricked walls containing a multitude of racks and shelves, holding all manner of weaponry and clothing. The lower level even contains an area filled with martial arts and exercise equipment, even a full-size target range, allowing Cain to practice all his skills at will.

"This is my arsenal. My storage, my training room... my everything." He mutters, gesturing to the various areas, "Consider what is in here yours, and anything that isn't in here.... Just let me know and I'll have it appropriated."

Alyce giggled softly. "Aww I half wish it was your sex dungeon" She smirked at the snark comment. "Very nice by the way, Lord Master Cain" She chuckled a bit, looking at the arsenal he had. She pulled off two .44 magnum Desert Eagles. Her eyes glistened as the traveled up and down the barrels. "Very nice..." She muttered, before slipping them on either side of her belt. The guns rested snugly against her hips. Upon finding a Bowie knife she slipped it up her skirt in a well hidden holster. "I think I might have to have a more detailed skip through your toy store later." She smirked as her tail swayed back and forth in a joyful, yet flirty movement.

Crossing the room, Cain sets down his pistol on a work table, taking a moment to check the gun's functions before loading and cocking the gun.

"Either way, you'd be welcome to play" He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder at her,
"Although I somehow doubt you enjoy being toyed with.... Besides, our perversions are integral to who we are."

Leaving the pistol on the bench, unloaded, Cain wanders over to his exercise area, launching a subdued kick against a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling.
"Care to join me? I'd love to witness the combat skills of a mafia capo without getting killed."

"Oh Master Cain, you will learn that I quite like being toyed with," she said smirking as she pulled off the Tommy gun strap and placed it on the table. She then removed the two Deagles and the Bowie knife. "Are you sure you want to try and take me? I maybe too much for you to handle." The smirk dances more as she winked at him and blew him a kiss. She giggled softly as her heels tapped on the floor lightly. She stood in front of him, "I do love games."

"Don't write checks that your ass can't cash, Alyce." The man laughs, shedding the jacket of his suit and loosening his cuffs, moving around the padded floor on sock-covered feet, "I'm a treasure hunter, after all. If I want something, I get it."

Feet sliding into place, Cain takes a relaxed combat stance, left hand resting on his right elbow. His right hand extended, he beckons Alyce forward. "I've studied many martial arts. Wing Chung being one of them... Come."

"My ass can cash them perfectly fine, thank you" Alyce said smirking and taking here heels off. "I may not have any martial arts, but street fight is in my blood" She slid her foot across the floor, causing her body to go side ways. Bouncing from foot to foot, she made two tight fists and pulled them up to cheek height. "Tell me, can your ass pay if you lose?" She teased, moving just feet from him.

"Depends what your price is, piccola signora" The man smirks, eyes taunting her, "Perhaps we should set the forfeit, before I beat you?"

Swaying lightly on his feet, his stance changes as she puts her hands up, adapting to her guard style. Leaning more on his back foot and raising his hands into a boxing-style guard, Cain stays light on his feet, waiting for her.

"Hmm... Well petit garçon, if I win, my prize will be a kiss from the Lord Master Cain?" The young woman teased. "And what shall you want as your prize?" She smirked as she pulled her lollipop out of her mouth, before wrapping it up and place it back in her jacket. She then winked at him again, her bouncing became slower and in more of a sexual fashion. Swaying her hips back to forth to tease him and try and make him lose focus.

"There are lots of places I can kiss you, Alyce. Maybe being a little more specific will help?"

The man laughs, eyes taking a moment to appreciate the show she puts on for him before refocusing on her. His feet slide smoothly across the padded floor, his weight never centered in one place.

"As for my prize..... Well, if I win, I may just take my prize." He winks, one fist loosening to beckon her forward.

"Now I won't tell you that much, that will be my little surprise, since you won't even tell me what you want." Alyce smirked and chuckled a bit. "Are you ready, Cain? I'm getting rather tense waiting for this to start. I wish to claim my prize soon" She said teasing him.

"To claim your prize, you have to win! First one to fall looses?" The man chuckles, letting out a deep breath as he centers himself, "As for my prize.... Maybe I'll let you off with a kiss. It seems appropriate."

Suddenly, with a twist of his hips, his foot misses her guard by a hairs breath, the man completing his turn and refocusing his guard. If it had hit, his kick could well have hurt Alyce.

"Come at me, my lady"

Alyce bit her lip. "I hope you can take me old man" She smirked before sending a fist flying through the air. She was trying to miss his guard, by hitting him in the side. She has as much force as she could muster behind the her. However, she kept aware of the openings she was providing him by trying to take this shot.

"Old man?!" He gasps in mock-horror, lowering his elbow to block her punch harshly, "I'm twenty two, god dammit!"

Turning into her extended arm, Cain throws a punch of his own into her remaining guard, the twist in his hips piling an extra pound of force behind his fist to better force her backwards.

Alyce's defense broke, having the punch land squarely on her shoulder. She grasped softly as she quickly pushed Cain away and jumped back. "Looks like I'll have to bring out all my mafia know-how to win this" She muttered to herself. She slipped her hands into her back pockets. Hidden in them was a pair of bass knuckles. Everyone knew the mafia enforcers never played fair, and this didn't exclude Alyce. "Yea, I called you old man! What are you going to do about it?" She teased.

"I'll show you, once you stop being such a wimp and come at me!"
He knew she wouldn't play fair. He hadn't expected her to. Settling into a lower stance, Cain readies himself before advancing towards the mafioso, sending a wide, arching hook of a kick her way.

Alyce was quick to block the attack, before sending a powerful punch towards the inner part of his leg. Clutching the bass knuckles tightly as she sent as much force as she could again. She only hoped that it would land this time.

Seeing the punch coming, Cain slackens his tensed muscles to better absorb the blow. The brass knuckles slice into his leg, and Cain lets out a huff of tension as he withdraws his leg, unyielding to the pain as he steps forward and sends a flurry of right-handed jabs at Alyce.

"Brass knuckles?" He breaths, a touch of pain-fueled anger in his tone, "Really?"

"Never said I had to play fair!" Alyce teased. She managed to block and dodge of few of the punches, until finally, one hit her square in the jaw. She hissed in pain. She quickly jumped back from him again and rubbed her jaw. "Yeouch!~"

"That's what you get, if you wanna play hardball!"
Not giving her time to rest, Cain advances with a stance similar to a boxer's, weaving slightly as he throws a hook at Alyce's chin.

Alyce hadn't been paying too much attention, so the hit connected. The young woman fell to the ground. She shook lightly as her tail wrapped itself tightly around her leg. Her little ears twitched in pain.

In a moment, Cain is above Alyce, his hand stretched out to help her up. His lips set in a low smile, he chuckles softly.

"Maybe I should let you off for this one. An opponent who's not paying attention is hardly worth taking a prize from~" The man laughs, nodding for her to take his preoffered hand.

"Hmph.." Alyce took his hand, pouting a bit. It had been a long time since she had lost. This made twice in one night, by the same man. "No you won fair and square, unlike my cheating ways that didn't get me anywhere. You may still claim your prize. A Mafia Capo always repays their debts. Besides I told you my ass could cash anything it was open to."

"Then claim my prize, I shall!"

Pulling Alyce up from the floor, Cain wastes no time in seizing her chin and pressing a forceful kiss to her mouth, his lips hungrily devouring hers. After a few moments of this heated exchange, he releases her and steps back a little, a smirk covering his face.

"Hmm~ Delicious. An ample prize" He chuckles, a sly wink sent teasingly in her direction.
A deep red blush ran across her face. "Very well then" She said looking away. "We should probably get some rest, I think I need to bathe and put ice on these wounds anyways." Alyce tried changing the subject to hide her joyment over the kiss. "Umm.. Where's your bathroom?"

"Up the stairs, third on the right... There's a bath robe on the rack in there, feel free to use it and anything else in there." Cain chuckles, his fingers dancing over her chin before releasing Alyce from his grasp. Turning away, he moves back to clean and inspect his weaponry, talking as he moves.

"I'll be up in about twenty minutes.... Feel free to take your time."
Alyce's tail swayed side to side. "Don't wait up" She teased as she grabbed her weapons and headed upstairs. She made her way slowly towards the bathroom. Warming the water up, she put the plug in before sliding her clothes off. She hadn't realized that she had left her heels downstairs. As she slowly slid into the warm water, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn that guy can give a beating.." She muttered to herself.

Ensuring everything is in its' place, the white-haired man scoops up his suit jacket and Alyce's heels and makes his way upstairs. Leaving the pair of heels outside the bathroom door for the capo, Cain retreats to his room while leaving the door open, letting her know where he is. Throwing the light switch, the white-walled room is illuminated by the modern light fitting in its' center, as the man makes his way over to a large four-poster bed positioned at the far end to the door.

Throwing his suit jacket onto the dark blue sheets, he quickly undresses and grabs a pair of cotton slacks from the wooden chest of drawers next to the heavy-set bed. Glancing around the room, he decides to neglect tidying his clothes away, simply throwing the days shirt, trousers and suit into a wicker basket next to a white-stained wooden bookshelf, as he draws one book from the shelf to read.

Settling down on the dark sheets of the bed, Cain tugs lightly at the cotton slacks he wears as he flicks open the leather-bound book he selected, his hand resting the book against his bare abdomen as he begins reading.

Soaking in the warm bath, Alyce's soar muscles were soon back to normal. Humming to
herself a song from her childhood, Alyce gently pulled the plug and slipped out of the bathtub. She gently dried herself off before putting the warm bathrobe on. Afterwards, she fold up her mafia uniform and made her way out of the bathroom. Unsure of where to go, she wonder the hall, finding Cain's open bedroom door. Upon seeing him reading, she decided to tease him a bit. "Wow, you really are an old man, aren't you?" She said smirking softly.

"An old man who can beat you up, apparently." He chuckles, standing from the bed as she enters the room, "I have a guest bedroom prepared, if you'd like?"
Placing the book down by his bedside, Cain stretches gently to work the knots from his muscles, smiling to himself as he realizes the inadvertent show he's given Alyce. Still naked from the waist up, he smirks softly at the mafioso before him.

"Unless you'd rather return home for the night?"

"Dressed like this, I'd never make it more than two steps out of here. I'll have my hand maiden drop some clothes off nearby in the morning. I have business to attend to before I can be your bodyguard" Alyce crossed her arms, hiding her otherwise naked breasts. She had never been worried about showing of skin to others, and this night was the same. "How close is the guest bedroom to yours?" She needed to know just how much time it would have to take her to get to his side encase of another late night attack.

"You have a hand maiden?" He chuckles in surprise, pacing across the room to lean past the woman and out the door, pointing down the corridor, "Two doors down on your left. And don't worry, I sleep with a gun on my bedside and one under my pillow.... And I'm a very light sleeper."

His eyes exploring her form once more, the tall man leaves Alyce to decide where to sleep, grabbing up the book from his bedside and slotting it back into its' appropriate place in the large bookshelf. His fingers dance teasingly over the spines of the books, deciding which to take out next.

"Yes I have a hand maiden, I'm part of a very well wealthy mob family. Did you expect me to have anything less then that?" Alyce teased lightly. She then looked out into the hallway to see how far away the room was. "Hmm... Well I won't be a very good bodyguard if I allowed myself to be that far from the body I was guarding" She smirked and teased a bit. "So I think it would be safer for your sake to be in the same room as you."

"As you wish." He nods gesturing to the bed with one hand as his other peruses the bookshelf, "If you take the bed, I'll take the sofa."
Pulling a book bound by red leather from the shelf, Cain wanders his way over to the white sofa situated in the corner of the room, touching the wall the door is on. Sitting on the angular furniture, he flicks the book open and begins to read silently, one eye observing Alyce and her movements.

A small blush dances it's way across Alyce's face for a moment. "I don't wish to kick someone out of their own bed. I'll take the sofa if it is needed. Umm..." Her eyes quickly dashed away from the man. "Or we could both sleep in the bed if you prefer. But I will not take your bed away from you." Another stronger blush stained her face.

"Oh, both of us in the same bed?"

The treasure hunter laughs at her reaction, enjoying the sight of her blushing like a little schoolgirl.

"How very daring of you, Alyce. I would've thought you would prefer to put some distance between yourself and a wolf like me.... But, if you're game....?"

He winks at her teasingly, nodding towards the large bed.

"It's only a security precaution, but if you think it will be a problem, I can always sleep on the sofa." The young capo said as she blushed slightly. "I shall be out of this room before you wake in the morning. I trust you will be okay during my absence tomorrow." The young woman placed her clothes on the dresser.

"Oh no, I've never been one to refuse a woman entry to my bed." The man laughs out loud, beckoning Alyce over as he strolls over to the four-poster bed, "But you'll be okay, I may be unscrupulous, but I'd never take advantage.... And as for tomorrow, I'm sure I'll be able to survive."

"Never thought you would try to. Unless you wanted to know what true pain is." Alyce smirked as she seemed to glide her way across the floor to the bed. It was strange how graceful the capo seemed to be when she wanted to. "And good, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you before I found that traitor in my ranks."

Settling down on the left side of the bed, Cain continues to read his book as he converses with the woman, his eyes rarely leaving the words printed before him.

"Why wouldn't I try to? Your body is.... alluring, and there's little reason for me not to, really!" He laughs, as he watches her move towards the bed, "Anyway, that matters very little. It's not like either of us is going anywhere."

"I would hope so." She said, ignoring is first comment as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Um.. Do you have any clothes I can wear until morning. I'd rather not be half naked when I go to sleep," A small smirk danced across her face. "Though I'm sure you love it."
"I'll find you something. Although it may not be as functional as you would like. I normally don't wear clothes to bed."

Wandering about the room slowly, Cain grabs a set of light cotton slacks and top from a drawer, throwing it in Alyce's direction. "Will these suffice?"
Alyce look at the pants in disgust. "I'll just wear the shirt. I'm sure it cover everything that is needed." She smirked as she slipped the shirt on and slipped out of the bath robe. She then smirked as she threw the bathrobe at Cain. "Here is a little treasure for you. My treat to you" She teased.

"Oh, and you've treated me so much already!" He drawls, catching the robe and lobbing it onto the right side of the bed, moving to sit on the left. "Very considerate of you though, only using the shirt. Easy access and all that." Sending her a teasing glance, Cain smiles slyly as he rests back against the pillows on the bed.
"Only in you dreams, old man" She smirked as she climbed into the right side of the bed. "I've just never been one to wear pants. I don't like them. I rather like showing off my legs" She teased slightly.

"Lovely as they are, I don't blame you." He throws back, picking up his book from the bed-side table and beginning to read, "And you really should stop with all this 'old man' stuff. It tempts me to show you just how young and lively I am."
Flicking between the pages of his book, Cain rolls onto his right side, facing away from the capo laying in his bed.

"Ha! Young and lively. Now that's hard to believe" She chuckled slightly as she laid down snuggly against the warm bed. "Though i must admit, I do love your bed. It's warm and ooooh.... so nice" A small smile crept across her face as she snuggled her face against the pillow.

"Oh? Maybe I'll have you spend a few more nights in here?" The man chuckles, closing his book and placing it on the bedside table, "You can keep it nice and warm for me."
Rolling onto his right side, Cain closes his eyes gently, left hand folding under his head, resting beneath his pillow.

"Oh Cain-" A yawn stopped her sentence. "You need to learn..." The young capo woman was unable to finish her sentence as sleep's grasped her and dragged her out of the conscious world.

Chuckling softly, the treasure hunter allows his head to sink further into the pillow beneath it. He resolves to remind her that he's only twenty two tomorrow, allowing sleep to take him with the minimal resistance.
Hmmm.. not sure if I like the title or not. I thought since one is in the mafia, and one was a treasure hunter, they were kind of like thieves. 

Anyways this is a word for word (almost) of an rp between me and Blaiseac1293.
Some words/phrase were changed to make them more read able as a story though. 
This one doesn't need a mature content thing on it, however if we get back to it the other chapters might.

Since it's Blaiseac1293's Birthday tomorrow, I thought he might want to see what I've done with this. And yes I do have his permission to post this.~

If you guys find any mistakes, please tell me so I can fix them T^T
Also give me your guys thought.

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