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Chapter 7

Undisclosed location LA, California

"How many bloody days does it take for this blasted drug to wear off!" Marion Shaw shouted to the Iranian Doctor who stood next to the lifeless body of her eldest son. The physician coward slightly as he knew that Deckard should have woken up at least two days ago. "Well, Ma'am, I think that they may have possibly gave him too much so we have to be patient." Marion was fuming. Owen was in the next room of the house she had rented, he was still comatose but his brain had shown more activity over the past few days. Deckard however, was still barely alive and she needed him more than Owen. Owen was a good kid growing up. He'd done what he was told, he beat the shit out of the people he needed to BUT he was different from Deckard. Owen actually had a bit of a conscience where Deckard didn't. Marion had talked to both her boys every week for years. Hiding in her small cabin in the remote area of Australia, she had to use a satellite phone but she was able to manage. Her boys had been her pride and joy forever. She had raised them to be her. She was relentless, ruthless, and self-serving. She never wanted children when she worked for the SAS but she had met a fellow agent that told her stories of love and hearts and flowers which caused her to actually feel her feminine side. It was crazy as she looked back on it but it had brought her 2 gloriously aggressive sons that she couldn't live without.

Marion was a tall, muscular, cold looking woman. That's not what she'd always been. Years ago, before the kids she'd been a beautiful, model type, super alpha crafty and cunning female. She'd conducted many missions with the SAS. She'd coldly put down numerous people. She really had no remorse after the first one. Young and vibrant when she started, Marion Cambden was the perfect mole. She was so pretty she could infiltrate any place and any one. As time went on, as did the missions, she became 'less attractive' and the scars started to impair her overall persona. This did not sit well with Marion. When she'd been tasked to take out an Egyptian terrorist with another agent named Harry Shaw, she realized that not everyone would judge her based on her appearance. She also realized that the world was far crueler than she had originally assumed. Harry was a handsome man. Slightly reddish brown hair and balding slowly. He was strong, and bold, and sexy as hell. He smelled of sweat and aftershave and sex. He'd immediately turned her into a woman the moment they'd met. Harry was unlike any other partner she had ever had. Marion had never been interested in a man prior to Harry. She had sex of course and she had decided that she wasn't a lesbian however as for an actual relationship, she had never found anyone she was interested in. Marion remembered that night on the mission when Harry had pulled her from a burning car, just before the explosion. The adrenaline was so high, her excitement was unexplainable. She was so thankful to still be breathing and then before she could open her eyes and thank him, he kissed her. It wasn't like a normal 'hey I'm so glad you're okay' kiss.. no it was definitely more. And in that moment, she was not only grateful, she was a woman in need.

Harry had shown her how to love and to make love. Harry and Marion stayed together for almost five years unbeknownst to the SAS. During this time, Marion produced 2 beautiful boys whose parentage was not known to anyone except Marion and Harry. The Shaw boys came to be, born into a world of shadows and secrets. Pre-ordained to be on the dark side of the world. Destined to be killers and ghosts. Chosen to become violent assassins even prior to their conception. Domed to hell before they ever had a chance.