A/N~ So long time no see . . . Sorry for disappearing again. But I'm here to finish this short story which I hope won't disappoint. Thanks for any of the reviews, follows, or favorites that I received for this story. The fact that people actually take the time to read anything I have to put on paper, let alone comment on telling me they enjoyed it or giving me tips is amazing. I really appreciate the feedback and I do try to respond to anyone that takes the time to say anything to me. Some are anon though but know I appreciate those comments too even though you can't get a direct response. Long note aside, please enjoy the chapter :)

Voices were what awoke me. Loud voices, I should say.

Someone was having an argument but my brain was still a little fuzzy and I wasn't able to discern who. Sitting up, I realized I was in my bed, the one at Fang's manor. Funny enough, I couldn't remember how the heck I even got there. I could remember getting angry at Fang and taking his car for a joyride but after that, I started to get lost. Not to mention I had no understanding as to why I was currently hooked up to an IV with fluids being pushed into my body.

Straining my ears, I was able to catch bits and pieces of the very loud disagreement happening outside my door.

"You were supposed. . . watching her!" Now more awake I easily recognized Fang's voice. And booyyy did he sound pissed. "She . . . almost . . . If I hadn't . . . in time!" Suddenly it got quieter. So quiet that I began to lean forward, hoping I might be able to hear the rest. When the door burst open roughly, I jumped not expecting Fang to just stroll in. His features were marred with stress as his eyes were dark with his anger. His hair was also rumpled and I noticed that he had a bit of scruff, clearly neglecting to shave. It wasn't a bad look for him at all, just not the clean-shaven and well put together mafia boss I knew. If anything it made him look the part even more, made him look more dangerous. If it wasn't for the stress I could clearly see in his face and the way he held himself, I'd like it.

"Damn Vulva, you look like you could use a nap," I smirked when his eyes widened not expecting to see me up yet. Sitting up a little more, I acted like I was sniffing the air and wrinkled my features. "And a shower," I winked playfully.

Fang made quick strides to the bed and sat on the edge. When he grabbed my hand in his own, I was confused but didn't bother opening my mouth. Clearly he was upset so I wasn't going to push him right now. Maybe making an attempt at jokes wasn't the best idea. I didn't like the tension that so obviously permeated the air though and had to say something. Fang showed no emotion to whether he appreciated or displeased of my humor. He probably didn't like it but just thought best to ignore it.

"Fang, what's going on," I questioned. "Why is there an IV in my arm? Why can't I remember anything?" I put my head in the hand he wasn't clenching tightly and shook it. I still felt a little dizzy and I didn't like it. Nor did I like the idea of not being able to recall my memory.

My line of questioning seemed to stir something up in Fang and I became cautious when his nostrils flared from his heavy breath. "You were drugged." His reply was curt and his lips pursed as he seemed to go over that fact again and again.

My eyes widened angrily a I tried to remember all of this, but nothing was coming to me yet. It didn't matter though because whoever did it was officially dead. "Who did it?" My tone was threatening and I knew he saw the intention in my eyes.

"Don't even bother. They are dead."

I recoiled a bit. So he knew who did it and took care of it for me. "Who did it? I need to know and why."

Fang leveled me with his calculating gaze. "I believe you know him as Omega." That name was all I needed to know and already had hate running through my veins. It didn't stop Fang from plowing on though. "Some assassin sent from Itex. I don't think you need me to tell you why." He was trying to remain his usual calm and collected self, but I could see the act breaking. He was angry and he couldn't hide that from me.

"And you killed him!" I snapped angrily. How dare he?!

He responded back quickly and with ten times more anger than I was carrying at the moment. "What? You wanted me to keep him alive and send him back," he mocked. "After he tried to touch you."

I paled at that last part. I knew exactly what he meant when he said it in that context and it honestly disgusted me. I knew Omega was a pig but he got it all wrong for why I wanted him alive. "I wanted to kill him myself," I spat with furor. I should've been the one to end him. Especially if he tried . . . that on me. It was a privilege that should've been granted to me.

Fang didn't seem to agree nor care about what I wanted. "I would have never let the bastard near you again," he growled furiously and a shiver went through me as his accent became more pronounced with his anger. I was right to be wary with Fang when he was like this. The guy reminded me of a ticking time bomb. Could be all calm one minute and then the next would just blow up in your face. It seemed like it took him a lot to get to that point but when he got there, there was no bringing him down and I knew not to mess with him. Fang easily took advantage of my silence and prattled on. "Tell me, Max. What do you remember?"

The way he asked me, it made my features turn puzzled. It sounded rhetorical and I wasn't completely sure if he wanted a response out of me or not. "I remember coming back from a mission. I had just returned from Portugal and met up with Ivan." Pausing I tried jogging my memory. I knew I had been mad at him but I couldn't quite get why. "I- I got mad at you when I came back to the house," I said as it slowly began to fall into place. "Ivan had tried to calm me down but I stole one of your cars and left," I said guilty. Now that I clearly wasn't angry anymore, I saw how much I overreacted. But that was how I had always handled things. Instead of showing the hurt I felt, I covered it up with my stubbornness and by being headstrong.

More often than not, that got me into trouble.

Looking up I realized he was still quiet and was waiting for me to continue. I sighed. "Fang," I shook my head. "That's all I remember." I didn't know what he wanted me to say. What did he want to hear? None of it would take back what happened anyway.

He wasn't yelling so I counted that as a good thing. If it wasn't for his eyes and the way he kept clenching his jaw and fists, I wouldn't even register the difference. "Then allow me to enlighten you." And as I saw coming, I knew he was only doing this to prove a point. "After I gave you strict instructions to return home and wait for me there, you attacked your guard and stole one of my vehicles." I was going to point out that I already knew that part but I was already afraid that he was finally going to explode. "Of course not thinking that I probably gave you those orders because I knew it wasn't safe for you, you wondered to some abandoned and very wide open park." This is where his breathing got even more heavier and I gulped knowing it was from how mad he was. And to have that directed at me made me cautious.

"I found that vermin on top of you. Kissing you." He seemed to be more affected by this than I was. Which would be ridiculous. I'm just his personal assassin. If I were to die, I doubted it would be too hard for him to find another. I was easily replaceable to this man.

I didn't want to hear anymore of this though. I got the picture and I got his point. Don't disobey the boss. I heard the message loud and clear. Swallowing I asked, "Where's the body?"

"That is not your concern," he barked. "Just know that it wasn't a fast death for him." His tone was dark and chilling. I had a feeling he personally dealt with Omega. I actually started to feel a little remorse for Omega, if only for a bit before it washed away. He got what he deserved.

Fang was still angry but I didn't know how to talk him down. I learned my lesson. What more did he want me to say? Doing the only thing I knew to do, I apologized. I, Maximum Ride, apologized. "I'm sorry, Fang. I should have listened."

"You're damn right you should have listened!" Okaaayyy, now he was yelling. "When I give you an order, you fucking follow it." I blanched at the tone he was using with me. Fang never talked to me like that. Sure he's gotten frustrated or mad, I mean he's had to deal with me so it's bound to happen. But this was worse. This was pure venom. He was on his feet now and began pointing at me madly. "You're under lockdown. You are not to step one goddamn foot off of this property! Am I clear?"

Immediately, I straightened up myself. I narrowed my own eyes to slits. "What? You can't-!"

"Am. I. Clear?"

I sagged in my bed and huffed as I looked at the wall instead of him. Agitatedly, I crossed my arms in defiance but nevertheless nodded my assent. Apparently that wasn't good enough for him and he enunciated his question once more. "Yes," I hissed and snapped my gaze to his indignantly. At his returning look I sunk down a little lower. Clearly he did not appreciate my tone.

After that talk we had, the days went by slower than usual. Not having my usual missions and with Fang not always being home, had me wanting to pull my own hair out from boredom. The guy made security tight. When I questioned him he said he wasn't even going to chance another incident. Just rolling it off my shoulders, I began making acquaintances with my guards. I figured if I had to see them and they pretty much had to be with me my every waking minute, then I better get to know them.

The first one was unsurprisingly Ivan. I used to think he was too serious and a stick in the mud but I eventually found he was the total opposite. Especially in the presence of my other guard, whom I called the Gasman. Those two could be like two peas in a pod and I found I liked Ivan way more when he was in the presence of Gazzy. I found myself joining in on their fun and instead of sitting around all day waiting on Fang, I hung out with those two as friends rather than guards. We both actually got to the point of sharing our history, granted I didn't have much but I still shared.

Iggy, the name he preferred his family to call him, had actually known Fang since they were kids. Neither had any real family and so chose to find solstice in each other. Hence why Iggy was pretty much Fang's right hand man. Iggy really had a lot of respect for Fang too. He held the guy up on some pedestal claiming that without Fang, he probably would've been dead by now.

The Gasman still had a family of sorts. It was a small one but still a family. It was just him and his sister, Angel. She was in her last year of high school. Gazzy didn't really like talking about her. Not that he didn't like her, he just tended to steer the conversation away from her like some protective instinct. Both of them had been in the foster system before they found themselves scrounging for food on the streets. Like me they had been discovered, only it was Fang who had stumbled upon them. Fang offered a home to the two where later Gazzy began working for Fang willingly.

They both idolized Fang. It was obvious to me that they highly respected him and considered each other family. It made me feel like the oddball. I had no family and even when Jeb discovered me, I still didn't have that. I was a tool to them, a means to make more money. I wasn't anything short of disposable to them.

Iggy and Gazzy were friendly with me, but I doubted they liked me all that much. After all, I did try to kill their boss and close friend. It was hard for me to gauge what Fang felt for me. I honestly thought we were best friends but after I met Iggy, I now knew that was in fact someone else's place. I still considered us friends though. He's done too much for me not to.

Meeting all of these people, it had my throat closing up a bit. I almost ruined this system they had going. I almost killed Fang. And he didn't deserve it. Fang was a good man. So many people looked up to him because of all the people he has helped. I almost killed someone unrightfully. And it was more than just that. How many people did I just kill? How many people did I just get rid of because Itex told me to do it? How many actually deserved it? Did any of them?

With a choked up voice was how Fang talked to me. Since he couldn't always be at home, he would call to see how things were going. He made sure to do it once every night and bought me a cell phone specifically for that.

"What's wrong?" It made my heart tinge that he could detect that something was bothering me, just by a few words over the phone.

Always wanting to do things on my own though, I denied it. "I'm fine. Just not feeling well."

"What's wrong?"

Sighing, I saw he wasn't going to drop it like I wanted him to. "I- I'm just. . . What do you think of me, Fang?" I finally settled on asking. There was complete silence on the other end and I realized he might not even know what I mean by the question. "I mean, what do you think of me as a person?" I clarified.

"What brought this on, Max?" he asked confusedly.

My heart sunk. He was avoiding the question. He thought I was a terrible person. Voice cracking I whispered, "I'm a monster."

Over the phone, I heard an angry noise come from him. "What? Max, who said that?! Did someone say that to you?!" He was questioning me angrily now. "I swear if they did, you tell me who and I will take care of it."

I felt a clench in my chest at his words but ignored it, not really caring about the meaning at the moment. "No," I sighed. "No one said it. They didn't have to." I shook my head sadly even though he couldn't see me.

"Max," he started warningly.

"I know what I am," my voice cracked and I was embarrassed to find I might start crying.

"Max, you are the strongest person I know. You did what you had to do, as I have done so many times before you."

"I've murdered innocent people, Fang." I argued.

"You didn't know that at the time and I honestly doubt that most of them didn't deserve it. You are not the monster, Max, Itex is. They knew you were desperate and they took advantage of that." He was speaking to me genuinely. "We have all done terrible things, some more so than others. But a monster wouldn't recognize themselves. A monster wouldn't feel remorse for what they did wrong."

I was left a little speechless at Fang's words. It took a second to start talking again but when we did, he made me answer him on what brought this sadness to me. I explained that I had been talking with his family, Iggy and Gazzy, and it made me see what I lacked. I left out the part where I felt like I was an outsider intruding on his family. That would no doubt make him mad again.

"I'll be back tomorrow afternoon," he revealed.

I couldn't hold back the grin off my features. "I'm glad." I was shocked that I admitted that and by his silence, I think he was too. It was very unlike me to share my feelings.

We talked for a few more minutes before it was clear I was getting tired. The next morning, I spent as the usual. With Iggy and Gassy. They apparently had no clue that Fang would be back this afternoon until I had said so. I would think they would be the first ones he told that to. I was excited to see Fang today but not just for the sake of seeing him.

"I'm going to ask Fang if I can start working again," I told my two guards.

Gazzy was already shaking his head before all the words even got out. It was Iggy that told me why. "There is no way he is going to let you."

My mouth fell open. "Why? I did as he told me. I didn't leave you on the ground taking a nap like last time." At that Iggy gave me an annoyed look but I chose not to address it. "I sat here and let him order me around more than anyone I've ever known." If that Russian doofus thinks I'm going to spend the rest of my days locked in his manor, he has another thing coming!

"It is not safe for you. We just found another operative on the property." At the stunned expression I was showing, he instantly went to placate me. "You have nothing to fear, they have been taken care of accordingly as the others have been."

Iggy had it all wrong though. I wasn't afraid. There was only one thing I could think of that actually had the potential to scare me.

Clenching my teeth together, I leveled my eyes at him dangerously. "Others? What others?" I already had a feeling what he was going to say but I waited for him to tell me anyway.

Iggy got a wary expression and answered carefully. "Itex has been sending assassins left and right since you got here. That's why Fang wants you here, where you're guarded." Now he saw his mistake. He knew he was revealing too much to me but he probably also knew that I wouldn't leave him alone without telling me everything.

I was aggravated they didn't keep me in the loop. I would have been able to help, considering it was sort of my fault. "So basically since Omega was killed, they've been throwing everything thing they've got?" That was more than likely the reason why Fang wouldn't allow me to help. He thought I was too soft or out of shape and that's why Omega almost finished me off. I wasn't though. It was just that I wasn't expecting it. If they had let me know that attacks had already been made and coming, I would be perfectly fine and take them out myself.

"Max," Iggy said warily and Gazzy gave him a worried sideways glance. "Omega was not the first. They've been attacking since you started working for Fang."

At first I just stared blankly at them. I think even my eye began to twitch. All that was going through my head was that I wanted blood. The whole Omega thing was their fault! If they had told me someone wanted me dead, then I would have been prepared and Omega would have been hunted first. No. They chose to keep me in the dark thinking it would help when it only put me in more danger.

Standing up, I made my way to my room slowly ignoring their cries of my name. I was pissed. Fang wants to think I'm a little puppet that will do what it's told. He's in for a rude awakening.

"Max! What are you doing?" Iggy grabbed my arm and I yanked it away roughly. Instead of trying to touch me again, he watched confusedly as I pulled out my work pouch. "You can't leave, Max. It's not safe."

I paid him no mind as I pulled my guns from the closet and began packing. I dressed how I would for a mission with the intention of leaving. As I continued loading up my bag, Iggy and Gazzy tried over and over to get me to calm down. When I started making my way downstairs though, that's when they attempted to physically stop me. Not willing to back down even though I was outnumbered, I fought back.

"Max, don't make us do this. You know we can't let you leave." Iggy pleaded with me. "We don't want to do this but we will if you make us." Snarling, fists started flying as I tried to get out the door. I had Gazzy out and down for the count and when Iggy saw the chances of being able to keep me down as slim, he called for backup. Not that they needed it. They probably came out the moment Gazzy got knocked out. It happened so fast after that. My arms were restrained and when they saw that wasn't enough they got a hold of my legs. Still, I wasn't backing down. I was like the She-Hulk unleashed. It wasn't enough until I felt them inject a needle. My fighting began to slow as I felt the cool liquid go through my veins until I eventually went out.

I think the uncomfortableness is what really woke me up at first. I was groaning from the fogginess clouding my head but nonetheless forced my eyes open. I had a sense of deja vu as I snapped them shut quickly. It didn't take me long to figure out it was due to the bright fluorescent light hanging over my head and it took me even less to realize I was restrained. Groggily, I opened my eyes again cautiously. When I was used to the brightness and saw where I was, they flew open.

They locked me up! These bastards actually locked me up.

The same as my first failed assassination attempt, I was restrained in a vacant room. There was the same chair, the same metal door, and the goddamn same fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling. Before when I tried to kill their boss and failed, I expected this. I expected death. But now that I got to know these people and spent every single day with them personally, I was a bit irritated by their lack of respect.

They could have put me in my room and boarded up the exits. Hell! They could've even threw me in here but minus the chains and I wouldn't have been as mad. But instead they chose to lock me in here as if I were some delinquent they were about to get rid of.

It just made me realize even more that I wasn't one of them. I wasn't part of their family and I probably never would be.

This time when the door opened, I was expecting it. I had heard the turning of the many locks signaling that. What did surprise me however, that it was Fang. When they had knocked me out, he hadn't been here. It had actually been early afternoon when our fight happened. Fang told me he wouldn't be back till closer to night time. That meant I had been out for at least a few hours.

"Why is she in here?" Fang spoke threateningly and I didn't know who it was directed to until Iggy stepped into my line of vision.

Iggy was already a pale guy but at his boss' tone, he went significantly whiter. "We didn't know what else to do. She was on a rampage and knocked out Gazzy."

"I think her own room would have sufficed," Fang said as his jaw clenched. "Unchain her," he demanded to which Iggy immediately followed orders.

When the restraints were removed, I moved to my feet. It wasn't my best decision seeing as I had just been drugged again. I still felt a little woozy and when I wobbled on my feet, Fang stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. Before we made our exit he turned back to Iggy. "We will talk about this later," he snapped and carrying me, left the room.

Still feeling slightly lethargic, I snuggled deeper into Fang's warmth. It was a better change from that cold metal chair by a long shot. When he smirked smugly at my reaction though, I recoiled. I didn't like his cocky attitude and pushed on his chest firmly. The smirk was gone and now he was frowning at the change of demeanor. I didn't care though and wanted to be put down. He didn't do so until I voiced that in my room.

"I am sorry they put you in there. I will have a serious talk with them." Fang thought that was why I pushed him away. It wasn't but that still bothered me too. I ignored him though, not answering him. I was frustrated with him right now and I remembered exactly why I had ended up in that room tonight.

"You tried to leave." It wasn't a question. It was an accusation and one I didn't care to grace with a response. He was stating a fact we already knew. When I made an attempt to brush by him to the bathroom, he snagged my arm when I got close. "Why?"

Biting my cheek as his stupidity, I was on the verge of yanking my arm away. I doubted it would do any good though. He was most definitely stronger than me and it seemed useless to do so. He wouldn't let me walk away until he got the answers he wanted.

"You lied to me," I accused angrily.

Thankfully he wasn't playing dumb and knew exactly what I was addressing. "You never asked. I did not lie just simply refrained from sharing," he shrugged as if it were no big deal. But it was, or at least it was to me.

"You had no right to keep that from me. Especially when I could've helped you," I yelled. "You put me in more danger by lying to me." His eyes turned to steel when I said that but I plowed on. "Because you didn't 'share' I was caught unaware when Omega attacked me. I would've had a better chance if I saw the attack coming!"

"You knew they would want your head the moment you chose me! It was you that told me that," Fang gripped my arm a bit tighter as his voice raised with his anger. "If you think I put you in even more harm's way, then tell me how many times you'd been attacked before Omega."

I just simmered silently. He did have a point and it made me even more furious. Fang seemed to want to rub it in more though and said, "And that one time you did get attacked was when you disobeyed me. Where were you leaving to this time?"

Again, I didn't say anything. The truth of the matter was I didn't have anywhere in mind to go. I was just so pissed off that I wanted to get back at him the only way I knew how. By defying him.

"See! You don't think things through and that is exactly why you are not stepping foot outside of this house."

I felt tears spring to my eyes unexpectedly. Fang's eyes widened when he noticed that and I quickly directed my gaze to the bathroom door. Tears were a sign of weakness and I didn't want him to think of me as being weak. "You can't keep me here," I seethed and blinked away the moisture in my eyes.

"I can and I will."

Furiously, I snapped my gaze to his again. Knowing it was useless, I tried to pull away but as I expected he didn't let me. Finally getting frustrated with his unrelenting hold, I shoved against his firm chest with my free hand. "Why do you even care what happens to me? Why do you keep me here when it'd be easier to just let me go die?" It honestly would have been easier if he killed me himself probably but I didn't think he would ever be able to do that to me. I wouldn't be able to do it to him now either. Fang remained silent at my outburst and I shook my head with a humorless grin. "I'm just your prisoner here."

I thought he would ignore me again but he shocked me when he retorted instantly. "This isn't a prison," he snapped.

"How else am I supposed to see it, Fang? You won't let me outside let alone off the property. Your hired thugs follow me wherever I go. It's a miracle I can even shower without having Iggy standing in there with me!" Fang's eyes seemed to blaze when I said that but I paid it no mind. When I felt his grip loosen the slightest bit, I forcefully pulled myself away and headed for the in suite bathroom.

"Don't walk away from me, Myra."

"That is not my name!" I shrieked madly. I felt my blood begin to boil as I spun around ready to pummel him. He knew not to call me that.

At my outburst, Fang looked like he was about to explode. And he did.

"I have had it! We are not doing this anymore, Myra." I was too stunned by his expression that I didn't even bother reprimanding him for using my birth name. "I am done with this. I am done."

I felt a tinge go through my heart at his words. "What do you mean," I whispered. "Done with what?" Done with giving me a job? Done with giving me a place to live?

Done with me?

When he began walking towards me with a serious expression on his face, I started back stepping. I hit my bedroom wall though and he latched onto my forearms, pulling me towards him. I gulped as he stared down at me fiercely. I was completely pressed up against him and could feel every muscle brush against me.

The first thought that entered my mind was that this was it. He was going to finally do what he should have done months ago and kill me. He looked crazed enough in that moment to do it. That changed to something worse when he pushed me firmly into the wall. He released one of my arms and used the rest of his body to keep me pinned as he touched the side of my face. His fingers brushed against my cheek softly and had my breath hitching.

"F-Fang," I tried to look away but he gripped my chin softly. Trying to swallow my fear and keep my voice strong, I attempted to plead with him. "We can work something else out," my voice cracked betraying me.

Fang wouldn't actually use me, would he? We were friends, right? Surely he didn't think that was all I was good for now.

He shook his head slowly though and my heart sank. When he leaned forward and placed his forehead against my own, my breaths started coming out hurriedly. A sign of my fear and anxiousness. If I was being honest, I was also hurt. I thought we were close and I trusted him. I couldn't find it in me to be angry. Normally, like how I reacted with Omega, I would fight in this moment for blood. I couldn't do it though. I knew it would be useless and if I was being truthful, Fang was the only one capable of making me feel fear.

He was the only one capable of making me feel.

I held my breath as his mouth came down on mine. I was ashamed to say my first reaction was not to fight him. It would probably be futile anyway. One arm was still gripped by his and the other was pinned in between us along with my legs.

Fang caught on pretty quick that I wasn't fighting him and his lips slowly pried mine open. And though I wasn't attempting to push him off, I wasn't responding in any way. I merely stood there compliant as he tried to get a reaction out of me. He wasn't being forceful with me at all though. He was being slow and gentle which was throwing me off. I didn't know his angle and it scared me causing my breaths to come out even more shaky.

When he must have gotten sick of kissing a stiff board, he pulled away some but made sure to keep me pressed against the wall. "Do not fear me," he whispered against my lips.

That broke me though and my tough exterior finally cracked. My eyes immediately moistened as tears glided down my cheeks. Fang took in my broken expression, frowned and pressed his lips to mine again. I remained still like before until finally I turned my head to the side.

This wasn't like me to just give up. I was never one to throw in the towel and I wouldn't start now. I didn't care if I had trusted Fang and I felt like this was the worst betrayal of my life. I wouldn't stand here and let him do this to me. I wouldn't let him use me like this.

When he tried to kiss me again, I turned the other way and made to pull my arms away from his body. "Stop." As he tried to make me face him head on again, I became more firm. "Stop." He had relented a bit in his old and I was able to place the hand he wasn't firmly grasping against his chest.

Fang's eyes blazed against mine and I wanted to shrink away. "Why? You do not want me?"

I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to Fang the moment I had met him. No, the moment I had seen his picture in that folder. I would be lying even more if I said I didn't have thoughts of getting into bed with Fang. I would always shut those down though. I never would guess Fang would want me that way. I did try to kill him after all. But now that his desires were out in the open, I would not lie to him.

"No," I said and his answering gaze was more than a little hurt and angry. "Not like this," I continued. "I will not be some bed slave to you, Fang. I won't." I leveled my eyes with his so he knew how serious I was being. I would kill myself before I resorted to sleeping with someone for personal gain. It wasn't me. I was never that type of woman and I wouldn't turn into one now no matter how much I fucked up my life.

Unlike I was expecting, Fang recoiled as if I had slapped in the face. He leaned away so our breath wasn't mixing but he still gripped my forearm tightly. "I would never ask that of you, Max. And I find it a bit distressing that I've had to tell you this twice."

I blushed as he gave me a stern look. "I- I thought when you said that you were done that-"

"That I would force myself on you?" He looked both frustrated and disgusted by the assumption.

The light pink on my cheeks blossomed into a rosy red. He was right, now that I wasn't quivering from fear I saw that. Fang would never do that to any woman, especially if that woman was me. The idea was ludicrous and I felt stupid for even thinking that. "I'm sorry," I mumbled as I looked away. He still wasn't letting me pull away though. "You were just so mad and you were coming at me like-" I cut myself off and turned and refused to look at him. I had been about to say Omega but I would never compare Fang to him.

Fang didn't allow me to hide from him. Grasping my chin firmly but softly so as to not hurt me, he forced me to meet his gaze. "I would never-"

"I know!" I cut him off frustratedly. "I know you wouldn't-"

"No, Max. Listen to me," he said and in his deep voice I quieted immediately. "I will never make you do anything against your will that is not for your safety." I scowled at that but otherwise stayed silent. "You mean too much to me, Max. You are all I have left," he whispered touchingly as the touch on my face turned even more tender.

I felt my throat clog up at his words as I felt more tears try to surface. I wouldn't let them though and I gulped it down. "Don't say that, Fang. You have Iggy and Gazzy," I pointed out. If anybody was all alone, it was me. I was invading his family. I had nobody.

"It's not the same, Max. Iggy has Nudge. Gazzy has Angel." He waited a few seconds before saying the rest. "And I have you." I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. Everything he was saying was just too much. I wasn't supposed to hold too much meaning to people. Nobody cared about me.

"Don't say that," I repeated. "You all have each other. You all care and love each other." I purposefully excluded myself from that because I knew no one could ever love me. After the things I've done, I'm surprised they allow me under the same roof.

"I do love them," he nodded. "I care about them dearly," he confirmed. "But the love I have for you, is not the same."

My breathing pattern all but froze. "Fang. . . what are you saying?" My eyes widened. Surely he didn't mean. . .

"Don't play a fool. I know you've seen the way I look at you. I know you see how I treat you compared to the others." He sighed when I didn't confirm nor deny his allegations. "You want an explanation for why I am so fiercely protective of you? For why I knew so much about you? Why I wanted you to work for me in the first place?"

My mouth fell open at what he was implying.

"You've fascinated me since the first time I heard your name. I looked up everything about you." He kept talking as if the words were just flowing now in one giant confession. "I know every detail about your personal life. Where you were born; your parents' names; your first case. I knew- I know everything about you."

"We hadn't even met yet we had so much in common. Neither of us had parents and raised ourselves. We both had done terrible things but it's the point that we did it. We did what we had to do to survive when others likely would have given up."

He stepped closer to me again and this time I wasn't afraid. I wasn't even nervous. "I saw potential in you, Max. And yes, at first I only wanted you for work but when I saw a future in you-" he shook his head with a small smile. It was rare to see him grin and it brought one to my own features.

And though that was the most stalkerish thing I had ever heard, it was also the most sincere and meaningful thing someone has ever said to me. That's why I was the first to kiss him this time.

Instead of leaning forward, I used my free hand to grip the nape of his neck and force his mouth into mine. I had meant it to be a brief peck with a little tongue but it ended up turning into something so much more.

When I initiated the kiss, Fang was shocked. It took him a second to react and when he did, I found that he finally released my forearm to hold my hip. Not gripping, but merely resting. The embrace had been gentle at first with his other hand holding my face closer to his. When his tongue pried open my mouth and started to tangle with my own, that changed fast though.

I heard him mutter against my lips. Something that wasn't too discernable, however it sounded oddly close to him saying 'he waited long enough'. And like flipping a switch, he hauled me up against the wall.

I pulled away briefly to gasp as I felt myself get lifted off the ground. I was straddeling him as he held me pinned. Fang grabbed my attention once more then and forcibly reattached our lips. I wasn't complaining though and latched my hands into his hair, gripping him to me fiercely.

We had waited long enough, indeed. That was the only coherent thought I was able to form that didn't exactly have to do with undressing Fang. I felt like we had been deprived of something for so long, like I had been denying something and was finally relinquishing to it. All the protective acts, all the trips to the city; this was why. He cared for me and he had been trying to show me that. I think I knew all along without him having to explode like this.

Why else would he go to such lengths for me? What other reason did he have?

With this newfound outlook on our relationship, I pushed myself even more into the embrace. Possibly with more force than he was holding me up with. My mouth turned hungry against his as I moved my head every which way just to get closer, almost desperately. Legs latching firmly around his waist and securing at the back, I start pulling and nipping on his bottom lip teasingly. I almost thought he couldn't keep up with me.

I was proved wrong when he practically threw me onto my bed when I had begun to grind myself against him slowly. I gasped as I landed and bounced slightly on the mattress. I felt my heart jump excitedly as he joined me and pulled me roughly to him. Our mouths had fused together again, as he took his place between my legs. I was moaning into his mouth in anticipation.

Unlike how I had been with previous partners, I didn't fight him for control. I gave it to him. I wanted Fang to control me. I wanted Fang to take over. Being submissive to him, only him, lit a flame in me. One I had never felt before and was sure only he could put out.

Fang groaned deeply against my mouth after I had gripped his back roughly through his t-shirt. "I want you so bad," he was barely able to get out as our mouths wouldn't separate long enough.

"Then have me."

A/N~ Okay, so I know I keep extending this but that was NOT the last part. There will be one last chapter to this and that's it though. I would have finished it in this but there is a stupid word limit I have to abide by. Once again, sorry I left you guys hanging and I hope this part was good enough to make up for that. I'd really like to hear what you think on how this is turning out. Please feel free to leave a review. I read them all :) I will do my best to get the final part out for you guys soon :D