Hello everyone! Thanks again for reading and the reviews are all awesome and they make me smile and think. Big thanks to RileyAnders for making me see another persons pov. In this chapter we finally get to see what Eric does. Let me know if it is to over the top or just right for Eric. I couldn't see him having a pansycake job so he got this one instead.

A/N I still own nothing and there is still no Jai Courtney in my bed sadly

ERIC'S POV

I knew I had to actually get some work done today but I couldn't keep Tris off of mind. Well her and a nagging feeling that something was off. I pulled into the parking lot of Coulter Real Estate Agency and cut the engine on my bike. When I walked into the building I could feel the stares on me. I went back to my office and closed the door. I tossed my jacket and helmet in the spare chair across from my desk. I sat in my big chair and spun around a few times, stopping when my door opened without a knock.

"How did the other night go at the bar?" I turned around to face John, one of the other men in the business, we were on decent terms. We were work friends and he was like my second in command.

"Fine. They received five pounds of white and we got 100k. When they move the five pounds they will be back for more. It's hard moving Coke when the cops have been on our asses lately," I told him as I played with the pen on my desk. "We have stopped moving almost all of the weapons out because the construction company is out of commission right now. I'm here with the Agency and you're staying out with your ear to the ground. I don't trust anyone enough to work the construction company without me there." There was a knock on my door and one of the ladies from the Real Estate Agency poked her head in.

"Excuse me Mr. Coulter, this arrived for you and the man that brought it said that it was extremely important that you get it as soon as possible," she said handing me a envelope with my name scrawled on the outside. I rolled my eyes and opened the seal. Dozens of pictures spilled out on my desk. They were all taken yesterday from the looks of it and they were all of Tris and I. Us laughing, eating, riding on my bike, and us kissing in front of her door. The last one was of her serving drinks at the bar and there was writing on the back of it.

Pretty girl Mr. Coulter, to bad she won't stay that way for long.

I stared at the picture for a full minute and then threw it down on my desk. The pen cup on my desk went flying into the wall and shattered when I threw it. I couldn't help the yell that came out of my throat. John slowly reached over and took the photo off of the top of my desk as my phone started going off. I pulled it out and almost ignored the text but I opened it when I saw it was from Tris.

So bored. What are you doing?

She was okay. That was all that mattered to me.

I'm coming to get you. No questions until we can get somewhere safe to talk. Don't get caught alone.

I grabbed my jacket and slung it on and then went around my desk and typed in the code for the bottom drawer that was locked. When I heard the lock click I opened it and pulled out one of the few handguns. I checked the weapon over, then loaded it and slid it in the back waistband of my jeans.

"I'm going to get her. She's innocent in this but now-"

"Eric slow down. They are playing with you. They don't want to hurt her," John said as he grabbed my arm. I glared at his hand then met his eyes.

"Take your hand off of me unless you want to lose it for good," I growled. John took a step back slowly.

"Don't do anything stupid Eric. She is just a girl. If you want a blonde I can have you one here in an hour-" I slammed him against the wall pulling the knife out of my pocket as I did. I brushed the blade against his throat. I could see his pulse pounding under his skin.

"Never say that to me again," I whispered as I pricked his skin with the tip of the knife to make him bleed. "If you do then you will need more than a Band-Aid." I grabbed my helmet and left my office at a run. I had never really pushed my bike as fast as I did on my way to the college campus. Once I entered the campus I slowed my bike but I was still speeding. I shifted gears and sped up when I saw her standing outside alone. I was fuming when I got off the bike.

"I told you not to be anywhere alone!" I yelled. She flinched back from me and I knew I needed to calm down or I was going to do serious damage. "I'm sorry. Get on the bike Tris." She didn't move. I stepped toward her and grabbed her hand and pulled her against me. I tilted her chin up and kissed her hard. I heard her drop her bag and she wrapped her arms around me tightly. I broke the kiss when a door slammed beside us.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you Baby, don't be scared," I whispered leaning my head down to look into her eyes. I had never really looked into her eyes until now. They were a beautiful light hazel that seemed to darken as I watched.

"I'm not scared," she whispered. I pulled her into a hug and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when I realized that she fit against me perfectly. Every other girl I had slept with or dated had never fit right and I allowed myself a moment to savor what it felt like.

"We need to go," I said after I had my moment. Tris pulled away from me and took my helmet when I held it out to her.

"God Eric. Why is your head so big. I have to put my hair in a bun to help hold your helmet on," Tris grumbled as she put her hair up. I knew she wasn't expecting a answer but I decided to give her one.

"My head really isn't that big, I just have a big helmet so it doesn't smash my hair." I felt her hit my back with her fist as I took off and drove back to her apartment. She led me inside the building and up the stairs. He neighbor, Ms. Lowell was sitting on the landing watching us. She gave us a glare but then let us past her chair.

"You need to keep the noise down over there girl. That ruckus earlier nearly gave me a heart attack," the old lady spoke. I looked over at Tris who had confusion all over her face.

"I'm guessing that you have no idea what she is talking about?" I asked. Tris nodded and we stopped on front of her door. She went to unlock the door but when she touched the door it swung open.

"Stay here," I growled at her, taking the gun from my pants. I walked in and went through each room but whoever had broken in had gone and left a mess in their wake. I went back to the door and grabbed Tris by the hand and pulled her inside and firmly shut the door. I could see the tears start as she looked around her home. Everything had been broken and busted. The couch and her bed had long slits cut in them and the stuffing pulled out. All of her clothes were ripped and thrown on the floor and every dish in the kitchen was shattered. She turned around to face me slowly.

"I guess this has something to do with you?" I nodded slowly.

"I wish not but yes. I think its time to tell you a lot of stuff." I flipped the coffee table over and sat on the corner of it, Tris sat opposite of me.

"I told you I was in sales but I didn't say what I sold. I sell drugs, mostly cocain, and guns. When I was little I was adopted after my parents died. The man who adopted me groomed me to take over when he died. I was in Europe for three years handling that branch of the business when he passed so I came back over to the states and started taking charge here," I said. I hadn't thought about Europe in over three weeks. I missed it but it was for the best. America was my home and it was comfortable, Europe was my second home but I had to deal with the language barrier until I had learned most of the basics.

"I went to the bar you worked at for the first time that night because it is one of my holdings. I was there to make sure that one of our bigger deals went smoothly and then I met you. I went to the office today and someone had dropped of an envelope full of pictures from yesterday. Someone had been following us, spying on us. They threatened you and I don't want anything to happen.

"I want you to come stay at my house. It is very private and only a few people know that I live there. I don't want anything to happen to you and by looking at this place it looks like if you had been here then you would either not be breathing or be a slave in human trafficking. I may not be a good guy but that is one thing that I will never do. If I ever catch anyone that deals with it then I will kill them." With my story somewhat finished I felt relaxed. She knew more about me than everyone else except for my dead adopted father. I watched her face as she processed everything. Confusion and fear were the main emotions that flowed across her features. More confusion than fear. She finally met my eyes.

"So you're telling me that you're a big time drug and weapons dealer and someone wants me dead because…"

"Because they see how I am with you. They see that I care about you n=more than anyone else. They know that you are my weakness and it is their way to make me do whatever they want," I told her looking down at my hands. She was quiet but was chewing her bottom lip while she was thinking.

"If I go with you what would I do about work? You can't watch me all the time. I can't just pick up and leave. I have two jobs and a lease and school," she stood up and started pacing around broken objects.

"If you stay with me then you don't have to work. It would be safer if you don't actually. The job at the bar will always be yours because I own the bar and if the idiot manager that works there wants to fire you then he has another thing coming. I will pay the remainder of your lease and the early termination fee and all other expenses. For school I can have someone keep an eye on you if I can't personally do it. I will not let anything happen to you Tris," I said as she continued to pace. She stopped and glared at me.

"You think that you can just get your way by paying for everything? It's like you don't respect me. This is not the 1800s Eric. I have money!" She was nearly screaming by the end of her sentence.

"Tris!" I stood quickly and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I caused this. Let me fix it. If I had never showed any interest towards you then we wouldn't be here right here right now like this. I never wanted to put you in danger and I thought I was being careful but I screwed it up and I started to really like you!" I took a step back and turned away from her before I did something I would regret like kissing her when I was mad like I had earlier. I felt arms go around my waist as she hugged me from behind.

"Don't take all of the blame on your shoulders. I have a habit of attracting danger. I mean we're together aren't we?" I could hear the teasing in her voice it calmed me down a bit. Enough to turn around and pull her closer for a hug.

"Is that a yes. You'll go with me?" I asked as I pressed my lips to her hair. She smelled so good, especially her hair. I could breath in the coconut floral smell that was specifically her.

"Maybe you should kiss me to convince me," she muttered into my chest. I couldn't help but laugh and tilt her chin up. I kissed her cheek and pulled away.

"So? I kissed you. Decide," I told her as I ran my fingers down her waist.

"Yes. I'll go."