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Chapter 7

Dyson sat at the bar sipping his beer, and flipping through the large file in front of him. There were too many arrests to count out of that place. He had switched to the other side of the bar so that he could listen for Kenzi's even breathing, just in case it changed. The shower turned off and his head lifted when she cracked the door open to let some of the steam out. He could see the outline of her back as the steam flowed out of the bathroom. His eyes scanned over her bare back and he saw bruises there as well, large purple and blue bruises across the tops of her shoulders and shoulder blades. It almost looked like an arm had been pressed there. Dyson ground his teeth as his eyes ran down across her smooth, unmarred alabaster skin. The small curve of her hips was enticing. She turned slightly, turning her stomach toward him and he growled low in his throat, there were four long angry red scratches running across her lower belly where the man's hand had been. Above the scratches her long flat stomach was smooth and perfect. It took every fiber in his body to pull his eyes away and not look at her bare breasts, but he did. He turned back to the file as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Feeling better?" Dyson called over his shoulder.

"Much. I'm getting dressed, no peeking." Kenzi said. Dyson smirked and nodded.

"Deal." He said. He flipped through his file and when he heard the slide of denim he cast a glance over his shoulder. Her back was facing him and she was pulling on jeans. He could see the bruising better now where it stretched across her shoulder blades. Its deep shades of blue and purple where harsh on the eyes and he felt very bad for her. He turned back around and closed the file as he stood up. He couldn't resist anymore. He walked toward her slowly and paused when he caught the change in her body. Her hands stopped moving, stopped pulling at her jeans, her breathing picked up, her heart raced a little more, she knew he was behind her. Kenzi felt Dyson there, she could feel him right behind her and she didn't want him to stop, she wanted him closer. She didn't know why and she couldn't explain it, the best thing she could come up with was that he was sexy and she was horny. He came closer, she could feel his shirt against her bare back.

"Your back looks terrible." He whispered.

"It looks worse than it feels." Kenzi said. His lips pressed to her shoulder and she jerked, his hands were gentle as he took her hips and held her still. He kissed down over her shoulder, across her back, over the other shoulder, he moved slowly and efficiently, kissing and gently touching each bruise. He moved to her front, and Kenzi wasn't even slightly embarrassed that she wasn't wearing a shirt because he didn't look down. He looked right at her, and then he leaned forward and kissed the cut along her forehead, down over her bruised cheek, a gentle peck on her nose, he dropped down to her neck and his hand came up, caressing the back of her neck as his head dipped to the curve of her collar bone and throat. He kissed and nipped ever so slightly, moving up and down and over each bruised portion of her throat. Kenzi leaned her head back into his hand and opened her mouth. She was breathing heavily and when he stopped the kissing she let out a small huff of displeasure. He didn't let her go though, his hands just moved, down to her thighs and he lifted her easily into his arms. He moved quickly and placed her ever so carefully onto the bed. Kenzi watched as he stood and quickly removed his shirt. She bit her bottom lip and let her eyes run down over his muscled chest and built abdomen. Not a second thought ran through her mind as she pushed her jeans back down over her hips and kicked them off the bed, leaving her completely naked as he stood over her. Finally his burning gaze left her face and ran down over her body. Kenzi suddenly felt, for the first time in her life, self conscience. Her hands moved slightly to cover her chest, but Dyson shook his head and dropped down onto his knees on the bed. He reached out and moved her hands away.

"You're absolutely stunning." He whispered. Kenzi smirked as he leaned down and kissed her stomach, right under her breasts, he moved down to the scratches that Kenzi knew were there. He gently kissed down each scratch, Kenzi arched upward slightly against him. Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed back up and over her chest until he found her lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, and Kenzi was left breathless as Dyson propped himself up on his arms. He shoved his jeans away in a quick motion and Kenzi scooted herself up, moving herself in a better position. Kenzi leaned her head down and pressed kisses down his stubbly jaw, and down his neck. He leaned his head back as she bit his neck carefully and slowly. Her stomach knotted up in a way that she knew, she pulled her hips up, pressing her stomach against his, moving her hips toward him. She felt Dyson move slowly and purposefully as he slid into her. Kenzi threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself upward against him. They picked up a rhythm quickly, he pushing himself in and pulling out over and over, Kenzi rotating her hips, moving with him. She fell backward on the bed and wrapped her legs around his moving hips, lifting her lower half up to meet him. Kenzi felt her orgasm creeping up on her, trying to surprise her, but she knew that feeling. She slipped her arms under his and pulled herself up against him again. Her orgasm hit her and she clung to him as his pounded into her. She moaned loudly and cried out his name as her climax ran through her, shaking her body through and through. Dyson pushed into her once more and shuddered before easing himself off of her and to the side. Kenzi turned her head and looked over at him.

"What now?" she asked calmly. She reached her hand out and ran her fingertips across his forearm.

"How about we go get a drink?" he said as he turned his head toward her.

"You read my mind." She smiled and climbed off the bed. She grabbed two hair ties and pulled her wet hair up quickly and efficiently into two long pig tails on the sides of her head. He smirked and then he caught sight of the bruises along her throat. He knew his face changed but when Kenzi's hand came up and brushed over the bruises he broke his gaze and looked up.

"Sorry." He said.

"No big deal, I know they're there." she smiled.

"Come on." Dyson said standing up and pulling his clothes on. Kenzi followed suit and tugged her clothes on as well.

"What about the rest of the packing?" she asked.

"Can be done in the morning." He said as he reached out and gently took hold of her hand. He pulled her into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

"Let's drink." He reluctantly released her hand and walked in front of her as they headed towards the car.

The Dal was buzzing with people, Trick and the waitresses working hard, running back and forth and here and there. Kenzi followed Dyson inside and she quickly took notice of the way he kept glancing back at her, as if she would trip and break her neck at any moment. She looked up and spotted Hale as Dyson waved to him. He was leaned over a pool table taking on some man Kenzi didn't recognize. He held two fingers up to the waitress and she nodded as they made their way to where Hale was.

"Decide to come out a play for a while?" Hale asked as he looked up at the pair. His large smile quickly faltered when he saw Kenzi's face, and like Dyson his eyes went down to her neck as well.

"Damn Lil momma, what happened to you?" Hale asked coming around the pool table.

"I got into a fight with a lawn mower." Kenzi smirked.

"She was helping Bo out." Dyson said. Hale nodded knowingly.

"Well I asked her to take me, she didn't want to. But I was tired of putting dishes in boxes." Kenzi smirked toward Dyson. The waitress came up and passed them two beers and Kenzi took three huge gulps from hers quickly.

"Don't get drunk on me now." Dyson said. Kenzi smirked and nodded.

"Deal." She said.

Two hours later Kenzi was drunk. She thought she could handle that fifth beer, but now she didn't think she could, because now she couldn't feel her face. Dyson was sitting across from her, his feet propped up on the table.

"So tell me something? Did your dad ever tell you why the feud started?" Kenzi asked as she leaned heavily on the table. Most everyone had gone home, it was just her and Dyson. Hale was sitting at the table next to them flirting with some girl he'd picked up. Trick and the other waitresses were cleaning up and a stray patron walked by every few moments.

"No, he didn't. He never mentioned it." Dyson shrugged.

"My turn. How did your parent's tell you that you had to marry me?" Dyson asked. Kenzi sighed and twirled a finger through her hair.

"My dad never wanted me to get married. He loved me too much to let me go. That's why he was so stubborn on the day I left. My mom however was ecstatic. Not on the day The King told her, but when she realized I'd probably never get married then she became overly happy that I'd have to be married one day, even more excited by the fact that I was marrying a man of equally standing. Wealth wise that is. But to answer the question, it was never mentioned until my 100th birthday. The day after my birthday I was told I'd have to be married in 100 years. My mother asked me on several occasions if I wanted to meet you, but I thought it was all just some big prank, or that maybe we'd find a way out of it, but I guess I was wrong." Kenzi shrugged.

"Ah I see. Well, you're not so bad." Dyson smirked.

"I guess if I had to marry someone I'm pretty glad it is you." Kenzi smirked.

"Now why is that?" Dyson asked. He dropped his feet off the table and he leaned forward, his face only about a foot away from hers.

"You're smart, handsome, you know, the usual." Kenzi smirked. Dyson nodded as a slow song came on and he suddenly remembered something.

"The blonde at your house, who was she?" Dyson asked. Kenzi smiled a radiant bright smile, Dyson could tell she cared for the girl.

"Her name's Nicole and she's my niece." Kenzi said as she tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

"And your sister?" Dyson asked. Kenzi's lips sealed together and she pursed them, she leaned back slightly and her eyes dropped to the table.

"My sister…" Kenzi trailed off and laced her fingers together.

"Look, no big deal. Let's not go there." Dyson waved his hands and leaned back as well.

"No, no, we need to get to know each other. It's fine." Kenzi leaned forward on the table again. Dyson leaned forward as well to listen.

"My sister was 100 years younger than me. She was 50 when she had Nicky. Nicky's father was an unknown subject. Never met him, never even got his name. Lane had a bit of a wild streak. She was way worse than me." Kenzi chuckled. Dyson nodded, listening intently.

"After she had Nicky she kind of fell off the wagon. Nicky was at my house every night, I raised her. Nicky was 2 when Lane died. She stopped by the house one night and dropped Nicky off, said she was going out. Around four in the morning my phone rang, it was the hospital, they said they had my sister. At first I was worried because she was Fae, but after I called my mother she assured me anyone that treated her would have their memories wiped. We rushed to the hospital. Nicky had overdosed. She was dead when we got there. I moved back in with my parent's so I could be around Nicky and have mom's help. She knows who her mom is, she knows she was a wonderful person who just lost her way." Kenzi said tapping her fingers gently. He could see the small tears in the corners of her eyes.

"That's not on you Kenz." He said.

"Yeah, I know, it just feels that way sometimes. Lane was my younger sister. I was 100 when she came along, I could have been there more for her, but I was preoccupied with my life. I know it's not my fault, but sometimes it still hurts." Kenzi said nodding. Dyson nodded and glanced up as another slow song came on.

"Come on, dance with me." he said standing up. Kenzi looked up at him and smirked.

"Seriously?" she said as sarcastically as she could.

"Yes, seriously." He said stretching out his hand, he leaned down and whispered.

"Besides, we just had sex, so I think we owe it to each other to at least dance." He smirked. Kenzi chuckled and slid her hand into his. She would never get used to the feeling of her small hand in his much larger one. His fingers and palms were rough, from years of work, and Kenzi loved that. He led her to the small dance floor and spun her out. Kenzi could not help the squeal that broke through her teeth as he twirled her back into him. She landed softly against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, but then his arms tightened around her back, and he seemed to perfectly avoid the bruises. When his arms tightened oh so comfortably, she relaxed and laid her head against his chest. It was comfortable, it was relaxing. She enjoyed this. She enjoyed this a lot.