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Willian could watch this man play the piano all night if she hadn't a very busy day tomorrow with Wayne. The sight of his fingers playing with the instrument in a rare easiness enchanted her the young sniper couldn't help but stare at him in awe, her big, soft, bright brown eyes shining with excitement and admiration. Slowly, she began to look up at his form.

His arms were filled with muscles, covered in several tattoos Willian would have to understand the signification before she could touch them. His tattoos were going up until they reached his gracious neck. Still looking up, she eyed his features with great attention. The pianist didn't look older than she had feared, maybe her senior of two years or three. He had blond hair slicked back under a black Fedora hat, giving him a rather good-looking style and Willian had to admit he did look very handsome, approving the bunch of witches behind her who were giggling like stupid school-girls.

''Oh my, I didn't know that A.J was going to play tonight !''

''He is so cute when he plays ! Do you think he would take my number if I gave it to him ?''

There could be someone that naive and hopeful, but thinking that this « A.J » would...nah, he mustn't be the man who would take hot witches throwing themselves at him as if they didn't hold any respect to their bodies. Blinking in wonder and her mind swirling with questions, the beautiful Hawaïan sniper evaded the other girls screaming in delight and went straight to the other side of the club (If she wasn't fast enough to elude those soon-to-be-banshees, her ears would pop of too much decibels. No kidding!).

There he was ! And so not alone.

''You know, the last time I saw you with Haole like them, your girlfriend tried to pull a trial on your ass,'' Willian said, her arms crossed over her ample chest.

The reaction was always so good to look at, because most of the gorgeous girls who latched on her brothers were too dumb – which was every day a damn good pleasure to enjoy – to understand the lie behind. Willian Moana had never seen such a humorous, ridiculous scene except on TV, but this one the two blondes were showing was priceless.

''R-really ?'' one of them asked Willian.

Willian just kept smiling, unlike her brother who almost looked like he was going to skin her alive. ''I'm positive about it. Do you want any more details or shall I-''

''NO !'' they both screamed at once.

Apologizing, grabbing pens and writing their names and numbers on post-it, the two women left Wayne Moana – if running away was the ideal word to describe their exit, then Willian gave them some credit because running in high heels at a super-speed wasn't very easy ! Laughing, she sat down besides Wayne, looking at him with a big cheerful smile. She was rewarded with an angry, mean look, shining in bright brown eyes mirroring her own.

Although Wayne and Willian were twins and both twenty-three, more capable to take care of themselves, they always thought that they should keep an eye on each other. If one was in trouble, the other should be there to help – and yes, it included sharing bacteries to catch the same sickness so they would get ill together. Being the only girl of a large family wasn't easy, but Willian got used to it when her twin made them do a promise to never leave each other's side, no matter what. If witches like the two blondes dared to separate them, Wayne and Willian would tear them apart (Wayne would have second thoughts about it before giving it up, tough. They were pretty, pretty enough to wake his sex-appeal but like Willian just said, his ex-girlfriend would have tried to put him on trial because « That sexy bastard dumped me and went to hunt bitches to have some f****** sex ! ». Funny.)

Nonetheless, Wayne just let it go and sighed. ''Do you think they'll figure out that you actually lied about my 'girlfriend' ?'' he asked, amused. ''I kinda miss them, you know.''

''I'm afraid I'm not offended, Wayne,'' Willian laughed softly. ''The lie was perfect. Please, applause !''

Wayne shook his head, smiling brightly. ''Stop babbling baby sister, you need your brain tomorrow if you want to – at least – get the basis of your next job at Thompson Corporation. Your unique talents as both observer and sniper will be granted if you are in excellent health, so don't even think about flirting with someone.''

Funny twin. ''Well, at least I'm not threathened by blonde idiots,'' Willian replied, taking a sip of her drink. Then, she scowled slightly, her features crossed. ''Do my eyes deceive me ? I think two other Haole are coming in your way.''

''Seriously ?'' her handsome brother exclaimed as he looked up. His smile confirmed his sister's doubts and he pressed a hand on her back to push her up. ''Go away Lilo, these two babes need to be reassured and this can't be done with a funny-super-genius-sniper-twin-sister around. Later !''

Almost shocked by his rudeness and about to snap, Willian tipped the white hat on her head, frowning with slight irritation as the two blondes latched onto her twin, smiling brightly. They would make fine octopuses in the ocean, where they should belong. Rolling her eyes, she turned around.

Only to face the pianist, A.J.

Willian gasped and almost stumbled on her heels, surprised. ''What... ?''

Her reaction seemed to amuse him as she noticed a slight smirk on the corner of his mouth.

''You disappeared before I could finish my song, so I went to look for you,'' he said, his voice smooth and deep. She watched him take her tanned hand in his, very slowly, place his lips upon the skin in a feathered kiss. ''I'm A.J. Pleased to meet such a beautiful lady, may I know your name ?''

That was...

Too smooth. Willian didn't like it.

''Please, pause up the beautiful sentences, this is not seduction,'' she said, frowning. ''Do that to those blondes or I shall have you shot.''

A.J blinked. Twice. Was it shock from being rejected in less than five seconds or a beautiful woman who didn't seem to be enchanted by his charm ? Oh. S***. She wasn't charmed ? Damn. Immune ? Double damn ! It worked on every girl who almost threw herself up at him, naked or dressed – whatever, A.J was fine with every way women choose to be taken – and when he thought that stunning woman with that appealing, gorgeous body would become his one-night-damn-marvelous-thryst, she just had to be immune to him ? No way.

He chuckled, straightenig himself. ''Charming. But will I have the pleasure to offer you another drink ?''

Sniper instincts kicked in : « Be cautious. You may never know when someone offers you a drugged drink. I don't say that because I experienced it and pratically ended up raped, but because I'm the commander of this sniper elite section and you are my soldiers. Concern is part of a chief's duty and if one of you is injured or in a great danger, I will be very unhappy. »

Willian parted her pink lips to refuse, but A.J cut her off. ''Good,'' he said with a large smile. He put an arm around her slender waist to pull her against him and proceeded to guide them towards the bar. ''So let's have a drink and maybe you will give me your name. In time.''

She couldn't help but appear stupefied. Literally.

''In time ?'' Willian repeated. ''And what does that mean, pray tell ?''

A.J chuckled once more as he looked down at her. ''I'm pretty sure you already know. Besides, I saw how you looked at me when I was playing. Yes, yes, I couldn't have missed you !'' he chuckled again as he acknowledged her stunned look. ''Don't tell me you didn't find me incredible, I think you liked it.''

Double yes. Willian Moana was a crazy fan of the piano since she did play that instrument and others told her she was a genius at it. This evening, she heard something new and by gods, she really liked it she didn't know if A.J was doing this to have the chance to offer her a drink or to play with her so...

Ah. That was it. He found her really attractive and so, he wanted to f*** her. Many men tried this and seriously, no one actually came to regret this : Willian Moana wasn't very selective but she had tastes. And when a man knew how to please her, if he got lucky and was charming, she would open up to him. But going to f*** with her was also hard (there was a high chance that her twin brother, who was a very skilled surgeon, would throw « flying » scalpels at whoever tried to get into his treasured sister's pants. Or panties. Whatever!) and if Wayne was to hear of it, some heads will fall. Hard.

Regardless, she will... oh !

Her eyes caught something – something very quick but not that quick to her. Her vision was acute and sharp that it was no secret that she would become the commander of her sniper elite section frowning, she saw the bartender slightly blink at another man walking near him and, almost quick enough to fool everyone if they weren't so engrossed in their activities, he passed him a large roll of bills which disappeared inside a pocket. Willian watched with mute irritation as the man walked off, smiling charmingly at women, took a sip of his drink and started to walk away as if he just didn't steal from the club.

She looked back at A.J, who was now staring at her intently as if he could read her mind, and stepped closer to him with a smile. ''Alright, I will let offer me a drink but the owner must know something. Like, right now.''

A.J frowned slightly, but smirked nonetheless. ''Right now ? Don't you think it can wait ?''

The man was close to them – thus, close to the entrance. Willian bit her lip as she glanced at him. ''Yes, right now. I think he will be very thankful and please,'' she said as she took off her white hat to hand it over to A.J. ''Will you hold this for five seconds ?''

''What ? And why ?''

Willian moved so fluidly that she almost was invisible her fingers hit a pressure point on the shoulder of the thief. In a very brief moment he looked surprised, so surprised that he stopped in his walk, staring at a beautiful Hawaïan woman (That was very funny because he won't even have the time to invite her for another drink. Damn, she was too hot!). Then, he fell on the ground, knocked up. A.J, who hadn't stopped staring at his conquest of the night, whistled as silence was made around them. Surely, his interest grew bigger as he looked at the man on the floor, then back at Willian.

''Five seconds, really,'' he chuckled, amused.

All stares were on them, but he certainly didn't give a damn about it.

''By the way, why did you do this ?''

« … »

Jake Attica was dumbfounded. ''The bartender was stealing from...'' he closed his eyes and rubbed a hand on his face, groaning. ''And we never noticed anything...I'm so ashamed !''

''Is it the first time ?'' Willian asked, eyes following the cops as they took both the bartender and his mate away. ''I wish not to make you feel bad because it went unnoticed, but you don't really have to feel more ashamed than you are. They have been arrested and that's it.''

Yeah, that was it. Funny. Those guys were busy focusing on « enjoying-the-damn-feeling-to-be-on-top-of-the-worl d-than-noticing-robbers » and that was their great mistake. Whatever, she took care of it ! Besides, the two blondes with her twin brother were doing a fine job 'protecting' him if glares could drill and kill, the other women in the club would be dead already. Seriously, they seemed to pay more attention to Wayne and they kinda had the 'banshee-look' when they wanted to appear scary. At least Wayne was guarded and Willian was grateful for that.

Willian turned from her brother and looked back at the men sitting. Jake frowned at her smile. ''What ? Don't look so cocky, I'm already ashamed because of not noticing that !''

It was her turn to feel offended. ''What ? Please, don't be rude,'' she laughed heartily as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. ''The VIP throne is on a side where you couldn't have seen the bartender pass his man the money, so you can't take the blame.''

''And here I thought you were interested in that man instead of being charmed by me,'' A.J half-whined, frowning. In fact, he sounded really impressed. ''Alright, problem solved. Can I offer you that drink now ?''

Obviously, A.J was eager to finish the drama and funny enough, Willian could almost read his mind : « Fine, she saved your ass. Now I want her all alone without your brother looking at her as if he wanted to lunge at her and bang her in front of you. Man, she's mine ! ». Man, she truly had a job tomorrow and if she really wanted her brain to work efficiently enough to understand the basis – hell, if being the sniper and protector of some business man was a hard task to fulfill, then God was Bob Marley.

Funny.

The choice was hard. But she could use a drink right now.

A tall black-skinned man smiled. ''Well, looks like the lovely here just saved your club. Why don't we just drop the subject and drink ? By the way, my name is Gordon. Pleased to meet you.''

''I'm in !'' an attractive blond guy with blue eyes chimed in, smiling. He winked playfully at Willian. ''John Rahway, charmed.''

A.J almost groaned, his teeth gritted. ''Yeah, sure. And you should back off !''

''Jesse, beautiful !'' a young adult – maybe three years her junior – embraced her, smiling brightly. ''Jake's apparently annoying little brother. So what's your name ?''

Willian released some air to blow some black curls away from her face (if not, trying to survive a bone-crushing hug from Jesse Attica.) and shared a look with A.J. From what she saw, he was as frustrated as she was. So she decided to take charge and very quickly she took A.J's hand, put the oh-so-well-known-Moana-Cheshire-cat-smile on her face while looking at everyone.

''Sorry-I-have-a-job-tomorrow-and-my-brain-needs-to- function-properly-so-let-me-bring-you-A.J-back-in- one-piece-thank-you!'' Willian blurted out before running off, A.J trailing quickly behind her.

They had left before anyone could have gotten once inch of every word she just babbled at super-speed (Which was incredible. They had to give her some credit, adding to the fact that she had neutralized two thieves.). Jake and John looked mildly stunned, eyes wide, while Gordon and Jesse could do nothing but marvel at the speed she said those words.

''Was that faster than Speedy Gonzales ?'' Jesse asked, blinking. ''And I didn't catch her name, was it said in her words ?''

«...»

''What's your name again ? Because I'm pretty sure I didn't hear it in the sentence you just rambled at Speedy Gonzales's speed. And judging from the fluidity of your moves, you're not just some hot, gorgeous Hawaïan woman who knocked up a thief with magic fingers !''

A.J, satisfied that his beautiful conquest took care of getting his friends off their backs, led her to the roof so they would be alone – and by 'alone' he meant 'completely alone'. Without Jesse or John trying to charm his lady.

Granted, he could totally roam her without fearing to be interrupted. She had wonderful assets which he would love to play with and so, with that, A.J felt utterly blessed. That blue blouse concealing her breasts was mildly annoying the hell out of him, those jeans were fitting her long, delicious legs and...

And he would lose it.

She looked baffled. ''And just how do you know I'm Hawaïan ?''

''You just said it.''

Touché. Willian frowned as A.J's smile grew wider. He stepped closer to her, until their bodies were brushing. She didn't falter – in fact, she seemed to scowl a little more and A.J felt like teasing. Seriously, she was just too funny ! He hadn't wanted to laugh so badly with anyone else than his friends. The women he slept with never tried to talk, to make him laugh. It always was « No conversation. More sex-appeal and f*** me, baby ! ». Kinda kinky, but extra annoying when all A.J tried to do was having some conversation. At least, to know the women he f***** with. Was it that annoying ?

Feeling the need to physically tease her, A.J rested his forehead on Willian's. He almost laughed at the completely disbelieved expression on her face, but managed to just smile widely. He had her against the wall, blocked and all for him. His muscled torso against her ample chest, one long leg wrapped up around his tight (When the heck did this happen ? Damn, the guy was too fast for her to follow or was she just tired?). In that position, they looked like they actually were lovers.

''What are we going to do now ?'' A.J asked in a low voice.

She scwoled even more, making him bit his lip in envy. ''Are you going to release me ?'' she said.

''I'm afraid not.''

''Then we have a problem. You see, a lot of women would love to break my neck if they happen to see me in your delicious company. Do you realize that, A.J ?''

''Yes,'' he chuckled against her lips, making her flinch. ''And do you truly think I care about what they think ? I choose who I want to spend my night with. My decisions, my choice of woman. This is simple as that. Now, will you tell me your name ?''

''You're an idiot,'' Willian growled at him. ''Is this seduction again or are you trying to confuse me into telling you my name so you could track me down ? Well it isn't working, Haole. Try again.''

He threw his head back and finally, he burst out laughing. But even if he was lost in a moment, he didn't loosen his hold on Willian who tried to get free of him. It took A.J a moment before he could recover, his face red from laughing and his baby blue eyes shining with mirth.

Willian would never admit it, but she actually found him beautiful right now. Yes, right now. She had ceased squirming in his embrace and was looking at him with wide, brown eyes. Surely, this pianist must have a way with the ladies – and he truly must be quite appreciated judging from the death glares she had felt through her skull while they were somewhat 'getting acquainted' at the bar.

But damn, A.J was handsome.

So, could she just give for this night ? Just for this night ?

The answer was her name. ''Moana. Willian Moana,'' she chuckled, eyes closed.

''Pleased,'' was his reply upon her lips.