"What have you done now?" He shouted, his features becoming aggressive. Veronica didn't back down in the slightest. "What have I done? More like what haven't you done?" She hissed, matching his vicious tone. He seemed rather taken aback, although quickly recovered. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked curiously, his features softening slightly. She knew right then and there, that she had him where she wanted him, causing a smirk to curve her full lips. She didn't answer, which only fueled his fire. As she stood in front of him, arms folded across her chest, Veronica's confidence began to overrule her senses; her greatest downfall.
Gripping both of her shoulders and slamming the petite brunette into the wall that had once been feet away from the bickering duo, her killer instinct kicking in almost instantly. With an elbow connecting to his handsome features, breaking his nose and pushing him off of her small frame, before sending him stumbling onto the wooden floors. "I took care of what you couldn't. I always pick up your slack." She growled venom apparent in her voice. Her breathing quickly returned to normal, while her once harsh glare weakened as he stared upwards to her, a defeated sigh escaping his thin lips. He knew exactly what she had done, and feared just how talented she really was.
"You're getting good at that." He stated, referring to her fighting ability. His left hand favoring his nose, once he spotted blood. Sitting beside him, Veronica rolled her head into a single sharp nod. "The bigger you are, the harder you fall." She replied, regarding her petite form. "It doesn't matter the size, it's what's inside that counts." On that note alone, he agreed willingly, wrapping an arm around his friend. "I'm sorry it had to end like this…" She whispered in a hushed tone. – Truthfully, there had always been a twinge of jealousy she held while watching Ryder and his girlfriend become so close. Little did the two know she had been a danger to them both. Juliet had been working for the FBI, which was someone they couldn't risk associating with.
There had only been one problem, he loved Juliet, and became spellbound in a matter of no time. Their relationship had hit a speed bump when he revealed to her his sinful past. He had killed a man two years back during a bar fight. Don't get him wrong, it was an accident, but nonetheless he killed him. If it wasn't for that slut or Charles, then Ryder wouldn't have had to defend himself after Charlie struck at him, repeatedly. The said slut, Lacey, had been Veronica's best friend. Well, that was until she screwed her boyfriend…Charlie.
The whole scene began with a teary eyed Veronica once walking in on the two engaging in a sexual act, which caused Veronica to dry her eyes and run off into the arms of a welcoming Ryder. He had always been there for her, no matter what he'd been in the middle of, he would seemingly always attempt to make time for her. Charles quickly chased after his girlfriend, drunkenly blurting out excuses that she wouldn't accept. As if on cue came Lacey. She pleaded with Veronica to believe her, but it had been too late.
