The One Job Left Unfinished
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Betrayal
Eliot was silent for a moment, and he felt nothing for a brief second. "You want to run that by me again?" he asked.
"We need Ava. She's going to be our bait." Nate repeated grimly, knowing that Eliot was going to want to kill him. He'd been watching him closely over the past month, and he knew that Eliot was honestly in love with the girl. Sure enough, Eliot stood, and positively vibrated with rage.
"WHAT?" he roared. "Nate you can't do this! I won't let you put her in harm's way!" he shouted furiously.
"Are you going to let me explain the plan?" Nate asked. Eliot clenched his jaw, and fought for the control he'd worked so hard to hone over his career. "Do you remember the man that approached you and Ava at club Phoenix?" Nate asked.
"Yeah. Some punk that said he knew Ava's dad." he said.
"Well turns out that he's part of an organized crime ring in New York. One of the worker bees. They're not affiliated with mob or a gang, but that doesn't mean that they aren't trouble." Nate said.
"What does that have to do with Ava?" Eliot asked.
"Because her father has had dealings with them in the past. O'Conner has a lot of power in the shady parts of New York, and wants to keep it that way. When this group started getting a little more pull than he was comfortable with, he knocked down a couple notches. Not enough to get them out of the game, but enough that they weren't even in the same zip code as the top of the food chain. Obviously they're not too happy about that, but there isn't much that they can do about it. Unless…"
"Unless they had Ava." Eliot finished. Nate nodded. "So, what? You want me to hand her over on a silver fucking platter?" Eliot snarled.
"Sort of." Nate hedged. "I want you to hand her over to them, but go with her." Nate said. Eliot's eyes narrowed. "Think about it. You get in touch with these people. Make them a deal for O'Conner's daughter. And trust me, they'll jump at the deal, and offer you anything to make it happen. You bring her into the city, but make sure that you're with her every step of the way, protect her. They'll ransom her, for a lot of money. O'Conner will be forced to pull the money from the shady accounts that Hardison found." Hardison gave a little bow. "O'Conner will bring the money to where Ava's being held, and we will be waiting. We'll take a portion of the money for our client and then hand both O'Conner and the others over to the cops."
"Wrapped in a pretty little bow." Sophie said in a satisfied tone. Eliot considered. It would keep Ava safe, because Eliot would kill every last man how even thought about touching her. But the way that Nate had set it up would mean making Ava think that he'd betrayed her. Make her think that he'd used her in the worst possible way, and then handed her over to the very people he'd been hired to protect her from. He would have to make her hate him. And then, when the job was done, he would have to tell her the truth about himself.
Nate could see where Eliot's mind was going. "You know there's no other way, Eliot. You'll keep her safe this way. And you'll…" he paused. "We'll," he corrected. "We'll get out with a clean break. You understand?" he asked. Eliot understood perfectly. Nate was providing him, providing Ava, with a clean break. She'd hate him, and never forgive him. So there'd be no worries about him trying to come up with a lie that would probably hurt her more than the truth, because she'd know it was a lie. This way, she'd know why he was leaving her, and know it wasn't her fault. But there was something else that Eliot knew was right about this plan. He'd begun struggling with something since the first time he'd made love with Ava. He wasn't who she thought he was. He was dangerous to her. His lifestyle was dangerous to her. If she hated him, he could leave her. With no worry that he'd see her again; with no worry that people from his past could ever find her or hurt her.
Eliot knew what he had to do. Even if he'd rather cut off one of his hands before doing it. He'd have to hurt her. Painfully, and irrevocably. "Alright. I'll do it." he said. Nate nodded.
"Good. We've got everything planned. We'll put the plan into action tomorrow." Nate said. Eliot winced, and felt that first crack fissure through his heart. Tomorrow. He had one day left with her. One day to try and make up for everything that he would be doing to her. Eliot took a deep breath, and gathered up every emotion and mental defense he had, and wrapped it around himself. Then he nodded.
"Alright. Tell me the plan." he said, his voice rougher than usual.
After the plan had been laid out for him, and they'd worked out all the kinks and Eliot ran out of questions to ask, he knew the plan. The plan was pretty much burned into his mind. The unfortunate part was, he could not only imagine exactly how the plan would go down, which was actually pretty smooth, he could also imagine Ava's reaction. When he would take her to the very people that wanted to use her, she'd be confused at first. Then when realization hit, she'd be furious. Both at him and at herself. Then she would grieve. For what they'd had, and for what they could've had. Then she'd retreat into herself. That would be the worst part. Eliot thought that he could handle the anger, even the tears, but that horrible blankness would kill him. He'd only seen it once before, and it had scared him spitless. That terrifying emptiness that would fill her eyes, blank her face. He hated that look more than anything.
Eliot walked slowly outside to the balcony, and tried to rebuild the shield that had taken hit after hit talking about the hell that he was going to put Ava through. When he'd told himself that it had just been for now, he could tell himself that their parting would be painless. When he'd admitted to himself that he was in love with her, he'd selfishly pushed it out of his mind, desperate to spend as much time with her as possible without worrying about leaving her. But now he was forced to face the reality. He was going to leave her. And he wasn't sure who it would hurt more. Him, or her.
Standing outside, in the balmy night air, Eliot tried to hold it together. Sophie found him that way, his hands braced on the railing, leaning his weight into his arms, his head bowed. She sighed lightly, knowing his pain would be sharp and heavy on his heart. She knew how it felt to fall for the wrong person. She knew it all too well. She made sure she made noise walking up behind him, not wanting to startle him. She saw him tense, and knew that he knew she was there. She put a hand lightly on his shoulder, and stood silently next to him. He didn't shrug her off, and she saw him grimace, as if her hand was another just another weight on his shoulders. Her heart wept for his.
After a few moments, Eliot spoke. "What am I supposed to do?" he whispered. Sophie was silent for a moment.
"You already know what you're going to do, don't you?" she asked gently. He nodded. "Then there's not much more I can tell you." she said, trying to hold herself together. She was an easy weeper, especially when it came to romance, and especially when it came to someone else's romance. "Except…" Eliot's head lifted, and he stared at her.
"Except what?" he asked.
"Give her a piece of yourself, Eliot. Something that she will always remember something that she'll never let go. Give her something that shows her she loves you. After all this is done, she'll still have that. If she comes back to you, then it was meant to be." she said.
"And if she doesn't?" he asked. Sophie smiled a little.
"I'm betting she will." she said. She turned and walked back in the house, leaving him with his thoughts.
Eliot thought it was a pretty good idea. He could give her something that was special to him, something he knew she would treasure. And pray that when he left, that it would remind her of him, and that maybe, just maybe one day it would bring her back to him. The plan wouldn't be put into action until tomorrow night, and he could spend the whole day trying to make her feel as loved as any woman could be.
His mind made up, he said goodbye to the team, and got in his car and left. It was night already, and he knew that Ava would be worried about him. But not obsessively so. That was one of the things about Ava. She had just the right amount of everything in her personality. Sure enough, when he pulled out the cell phone that he used at O'Conner's, there was only one text message. No phone calls, no voice mails. Eliot smiled when he read it.
Worried about you. Hope you're okay. Miss you. Ava.
It was so classically Ava, he nearly laughed. He sent her back a text.
I'm okay. Sorry I worried you. On my way home. Eliot.
He nearly erased the 'home' part, but then left it. It was true. He was on his way home. Ava had become the only true home he'd ever known.
When he got back to the estate, he stopped at the guard station and punched in the codes that O'Conner had only recently given him. Apparently he had a deactivation and reactivation code for the perimeter alarm that only his trusted employees had, for whatever reason they may have to leave during the night. He pulled the car into the driveway at the guest house, but went into the main house. He slipped in quietly, and made a straight line to Ava's room. She hadn't left a light burning, but she had waited up for him. He knew she was awake in her bed the moment he stepped into the room. She sat up in her bed, and smiled at him. Like always it hit him like a punch in the chest.
"Hey." she whispered. "You're back." Eliot said nothing, just crossed to her, and touched her face lightly. He closed his eyes, and let his fingertip trace her face, trying to memorize every line. "Eliot?" she asked cautiously. He opened his eyes, and still said nothing. He just lifted her into his arms, and carried her out of the room. He couldn't explain why, but he didn't want to spend the last night they had together in that house. He wanted her in his bed.
She said nothing, only wrapped her arms around his neck, and settled into his embrace easily. He carried her all the way outside, and then into the guest house. He closed the door with his foot, and then finally carried her over to his bed. He set her down like she was made of glass, and was indeed terrified that she might simply shatter in his arms like his most desired dream. She looked up at him steadily with those green faerie eyes, and cupped his face in her hands. He loved how she could speak volumes with those eyes, and seemed to understand just what he needed without even asking.
She kissed him, gentle and sweet. Their mouths met, and moved together slowly, like they had all the time in the world to savor each other. His hands journeyed over her in much the same way, rough palms and smooth fingertips caressing every curve, memorizing every texture, rediscovering each of her secrets until she was as pliant as wax in his arms. All she could do in defense of this unexpected tenderness was hold on tight. His mouth moved from hers, moving over her face, taking slow, drugging tastes of her skin until he was intoxicated with her essence. He made no move to undress her, but Ava was going quietly mad at how little skin was exposed between the two of them. She murmured to him in Gaelic, as she was prone to when they made love, and slipped her hands under his shirt.
He shuddered, but still kept the pace slow and tender. Needed to. He let her strip off his shirt, and then slowly returned the favor, making a trail of feather light kisses up her stomach and torso as he did. She gave a shuddering moan, and wondered as her mind fogged and her limbs grew heavy at the power that he had over her. He could seduce her with a look; stir her with the simplest of touches. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and tried to anchor herself to something solid while her world spun in slow, dizzying circles.
Eliot continued to pleasure her, and himself, slowly; maddeningly slowly. When he finally did slip inside her, Ava moan sobbed out of her. Tears spilled over her cheeks. Never had she ever felt so loved. They moved together, in perfect harmony, a perfect match. When he could feel her getting close to that first stunning peak, he spoke. "Ava…" her eyes opened slowly, like it took her great effort. "Ava look at me." he said. She did. "I love you." he said huskily. Her eyes widened, the filled with grief, and she shook her head. Desperation filled him. He had to make her believe him. He had to.
"Ava. Look at me!" he demanded, as her eyes had closed. "Ava, I love you. I love you." he repeated. He thrust harder, and Ava cried out. "I love you Ava. Do you believe me?" he growled. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and her hips moved to meet his demands.
"Yes… I believe you." she whispered.
"Do you love me?" he demanded. Her breathed sobbed out of her.
"Yes! I love you… A ghra… A amhain." she whispered. They came together then, holding on desperately to each other as their universe splintered into a million pieces.
Afterwards, he still held onto her tightly, and she lay curled into his chest, her cheek resting against his heart beat. "Eliot?" she murmured. He rubbed his cheek against her hair.
"Hmm?" Ava bit her lip, terrified to ask, and even more terrified the answer would be no.
"Did you mean it?" she whispered. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she prayed his answer would be yes. His hand gripped her chin lightly, but firmly, and lifted her face so that she was cored to look at him.
"I don't say things I don't mean." he murmured. Ava's eyes lit with hope, and Eliot felt his heart contract.
"Then would you mind saying it again? Now that I'm more focused?" she said. Eliot smiled, and kissed her lightly.
"I love you, Ava. More than anyone, or anything else in the world." he murmured. Her breathed shuddered out.
"God… I love you too. So much. Too much." she whispered.
"No such thing." he said. She laughed a little.
"A ghra… A amhain." she repeated her earlier words, smiling.
"What's it mean?" he asked. Her smile widened.
"My love." she kissed him. "My only." she kissed him again, and then rested her head back against his chest. He breathed her in, and captured the moment in his mind. He was desperately afraid that this would be one of their last, and he wanted to make sure it was burned in his memory forever.
The next morning, Ava woke up feeling ridiculously giddy. Eliot was in love with her. Eliot Wolf was in love with Ava O'Conner. Those words filled her mind again and again, and made her feel a little tingly. She laughed quietly, and sat up in bed. She looked around, and gave a satisfied breath. It was really too bad that she had to keep their relationship a secret from her father. Otherwise she could just move in here, and be the happiest woman on the face of the earth. But this would do for now. And she wasn't even going to think about the future. She didn't want to spoil the moment. She would just take this day, and let it be theirs. They could worry about the hard stuff later.
Ava rolled her shoulders, and stretched. She knew the instant that Eliot's eyes were on her, because she could swear that she felt the heat along the length of her spine. She turned her head, and saw him staring at her. She smiled. "Feeling rowdy this morning?" she asked playfully. He grinned, and made a grab for her. She shot out of bed, and danced away from him. "Sorry boy'o. I've got to get dressed." she said. Eliot groaned, and fell back onto the bed. She laughed, and pulled what she liked to think of as her 'care package' out from underneath the bed. It had a fresh pair of clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, and shoes.
She got dressed, and went through her morning routine in the bathroom, and found Eliot in the kitchen, making breakfast. Ava inhaled deeply, and her eyes widened at the beautiful sight before her. "Oh my god!" she whispered reverently. "Waffles!" Eliot laughed.
"Hungry?" he asked, holding out a plate to her. They smelled like cake, and were topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.
"You are a god." she said, and sat down at the little table. Eliot just shook his head, and sat down with his own plate.
After eating in companionable silence, Eliot spoke. "So, I was thinking…" he started. Ava looked up, letting him know she was listening. "I was thinking we could go into the city today." he said. Ava frowned in confusion, and cocked her head.
"Why?" she asked. Eliot shrugged, and struggled with the lie that was caught in his throat. He forced it out with some effort.
"I need to get out of the house. Starting to get restless." he said. "I know you are too, so I thought we could go see the city." he said. Ava smiled.
"That would be great. I have been getting a little cabin fever." she admitted. Eliot struggled to keep his smile light.
"Good. You want to ask or should I?" he asked. Ava sighed.
"I will. It doesn't really matter, but…" she shrugged. Eliot nodded.
"Okay. I'm going to get dressed, and I'll meet you at the car in fifteen." he said. Ava nodded.
"Sounds good." she said. She gave him a light kiss in parting, and headed to the guest house.
Most of the staff knew exactly what was going on between Ava and Eliot, but because they all loved Ava like family, and most had developed a fondness for Eliot, they kept their lips sealed tightly. Really the only one who was still in the dark was O'Conner himself. Because everyone knew that if he found out what his daughter was doing behind his back, there'd be hell to pay… for them all. So when Ava came in the back door in the kitchen, none of the staff so much as blinked. "Good morning everyone." she said cheerfully.
"Morning." they replied. Some with smiles, a few with winks. She smiled too, and then headed upstairs to her father's office. She knew he'd be there, awake, alert, and cold as ever.
She knocked once, a rarity for her. "Come in." he said. She walked in, and his eyes glanced up in surprise. "Ava, what a nice surprise. What is it?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I'm planning on going into the city today to do some shopping. Eliot will be coming with me, so don't get your knickers in a twist." she said as he opened his mouth to object. He relaxed.
"Alright. Be back before dinner, please." he said. Ava rolled her eyes. Like she'd really spend ALL day shopping. She wasn't suicidal. Plus, she didn't want to torture Eliot too much. She turned and left, and went to see her mother.
Helen had gotten worse in the past month. She was weaker, but comfortable, and happy. She took the pain meds easily enough, not wanting to be in pain for the last weeks of her life. When Ava wasn't with Eliot, she was with her mother. Helen urged her to spend more time with him, telling her that she should enjoy all the time she could. Ava tried, but it was hard when her mother was so close to leaving her. But Ava was forbidden to be sad, or so Helen said, so she did her best to put on a brave face.
Ava knocked, and opened the door. Helen sat up in bed, reading one of her beloved romance novels, that Ava enjoyed now and again as well. She looked up, and smiled. "Hello, Ava. How are you this morning?" she asked. Ava smiled.
"I'm wonderful. What about you? Did you take your pills?" she asked. Helen nodded, and waved it off.
"Yes, yes. Now, why are you so wonderful?" she asked. Ava grinned foolishly, and hoped Eliot wouldn't mind terribly much that she was going to spill her guts.
"I love him." she said. Helen smiled.
"Yes, but we knew that already." she said.
"And he loves me." she said. Helen's eyes widened, and then her whole face softened.
"Oh, darling." she murmured in Gaelic. She hugged her gently, and smiled. "I'm so happy for you." she said. Ava always loved how her mother's voice sounded in the language of their home.
"So am I." she replied. "He's so good for me." she said.
"Oh, I know. Be happy, my daughter." she said. Ava smiled.
"I am. Really happy." she said. Helen smiled.
"I'm glad." she said.
"I wanted to let you know that I'll be going into the city today, but I'll be back before dinner." she said. Helen nodded.
"Alright, dear. I'll be fine. Have fun." she said. Ava nodded.
"I will. I love you." she said.
"I love you too. Now go on, I'm just getting to the good part." Helen said, waving her off. Ava laughed, and headed off to her room to finish getting ready.
When she was fully armed with her purse and walking shoes, she was ready for a day in the city. She headed out and met Eliot at the car. He was leaning against it, wearing jeans, tee shirt, and leather jacket today for the city. To blend most likely. Ava smiled. He looked so sexy. "Ready to go?" she asked.
"I was waiting for you." he said. He opened the door for her, and she slid in. He got in on the other side, and adjusted a few things, then pulled out of the drive.
The drive was lovely. Ava got to be the DJ, but made sure the music was always something that they both enjoyed. Ava smiled, thinking that it was simple pleasure like this that made life amazing. She leaned back against her seat, and closed her eyes. She sang along with every line in every song. Eliot listened, and felt one more crack run through his heart. She was stunning, leaning back in the seat, her eyes closed, the sun shining brightly, setting her hair to flame. She looked peaceful… happy. Eliot bit back the urge to slam his hands on the wheel and shout in frustration. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he should fall in love now; to fall for the one girl he couldn't, and absolutely shouldn't fall in love with. And it wasn't fair that they had so little time together.
They got to the city in under two hours, thanks to relatively light traffic. They opted to park in a parking garage, and walk, since it'd be infinitely faster and easier. And then they were off. They moved through the throngs of people, talking, laughing, holding hands. It was clear that Ava loved the city. Her eyes lit up as she watched the people that passed by, craned her neck to look at the top of buildings. She would point out all her favorite shops and restaurants, and Eliot would insist that she show him everything. He wanted to know this side of her, before it was too late. She would stop in front of shop windows, and chatter cheerfully to him about anything and everything.
At noon, Ava took him to the top of the Empire State building. It was insanely tall. Eliot didn't mind heights, but he couldn't deny that Ava made him nervous when she leaned excitedly against the protection bars to see the city better. Eliot made a mental note to tell Parker about this building. He thought she'd love the height and the vantage point above so many shops she could steal from. With Ava smiling brightly, looking out over the city below them, Eliot pulled her back flush against his chest. She settled into his embrace with a contented sigh, and they stayed that way for a long while. After the empire state building, they took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. It was another stunning view, and another stolen moment with Ava.
When they got back to the city, Ava was making noises about being hungry. "Alright, what's your favorite restaurant?" he asked. Something flashed in her eyes, and she flushed.
"Oh, it's okay. Anywhere is fine." she said.
"No, I want to take you to your favorite." he said.
"Really, it's no big deal. It's way too fancy for lunch." she said. He just stared at her in that quiet, steady way of his, and she sighed. She named a restaurant, and Eliot smiled.
"Let's go." he said. Ava lead the way, and Eliot followed.
When they got to the restaurant, Ava flushed, and tugged at the hem of her tee shirt. She felt way under dressed. "Do you have reservation?" the maître de asked, smiling warmly at Eliot. Ava bit back the urge to shove her tongue down Eliot's throat and stake a claim.
"No." Eliot asked. "We need a table for two, for lunch." he said.
"I'm afraid without a reservation-" she started. Eliot put his hand over hers, and smiled winningly, while smoothly passing her a hundred dollar bill.
"I'm sure you can find something." he said. She slid the bill into the log book, and smiled.
"Of course. Right this way." she said.
Ava was stunned. She'd never seen anyone do that so smoothly. And that hadn't been a twenty he'd handed that overly friendly maître de. It had been a crisp hundred dollar bill. Ava shook her head. He was a wonder to behold. They were led to a table in the far left of the restaurant, near a window so they could see the bustle of the city, but still private and intimate. It was perfect. Ava ordered a single glass of wine, and Eliot got a beer in a glass. After skimming over the menu, Ava knew exactly what she wanted. A good stake sounded fabulous. When both Eliot and Ava ended up ordering the same thing, they smiled, and laughed. They talked easily over the meal, smiling and laughing often, and simply enjoying being together. It felt so good, to just be normal, even if it was for a short time.
When dessert came, Ava made exaggerated moans of pleasure while slowly savoring her chocolate mousse. Eliot smiled, and thought now was as good a time as any to give her what he had grimly begun to think of as his going away gift. He took a deep breath. "Ava?" he asked. She looked up at him. "I love you." Ava blinked, and her heart tripped. She smiled.
"I know. I love you too." she murmured, touching his hand.
"I brought you something." he said. Her face softened.
"You didn't have to buy me anything." she said.
"I didn't." he said. he reached into his pocket, and his hand closed around what rested there. He pulled it out, still clasped firmly in his fist. "My father, he ah, he was from Texas. Owned a ranch there. My mother was from New Orleans, she left Louisiana to be with him." he said. Ava had stilled, and was hanging on his every word. It was only the second thing that he had ever told her about his past.
"How'd you go from Texas to Kentucky?" she asked, remembering that that was where he'd met his first love. He shook his head.
"A long, unhappy story. It's not important." he said. He opened his palm, and held it out to Ava. "This belonged to my mother." he said. Ava's eyes filled as she delicately picked up the pretty silver locket on the long silver chain. It was a simple oval in sterling silver, with a fleur de lis on the front. Inscribed the back was a saying in French.
"Avoir la foi. Have faith." she murmured. She looked back at him, and saw some emotion she couldn't decipher in his eyes. "You're giving this to me?" she asked. He nodded. Ava felt her heart swell, and thought it might burst from her chest. She could tell that this was important to him, and that he was giving to her, meant a great deal to her. "Thank you." she murmured. He held her hand up to his cheek, and held it there for a long time.
They left the restaurant together, Ava brushing her fingertips over the locket that fell just between her breasts. She swore an oath to herself that she would never take it off. "Where are we going next?" she asked. Eliot's expression closed off, and Ava frowned.
"There's somewhere I need to take you." he said. The way he said need, not want, made her worry.
"Okay." she said slowly. Something flashed in Eliot's eyes, and then it was gone. Ava's heart raced, but she couldn't say whether it was anticipation or real fear. That uncertainty alone was enough to worry her.
Eliot led Ava through the crowd, through the city, into an area Ava wasn't familiar with. He led her over to an empty brick building, on a slow street. "Eliot, what are we doing here?" Ava asked. Eliot gathered his strength.
"Just trust me." he said. And instantly hated himself when she relaxed and followed him inside the building. It was an empty Brownstone, a nice place, but in a less than pleasant part of town. Ava stepped inside, and didn't notice when Eliot closed and locked the door.
"It's a nice place." Ava said. "Is it yours?" she asked. She turned and faced him, and saw him standing in front of her, with the most sorrowful expression she'd ever seen. "Eliot? Eliot's what's wrong?" she asked.
"I want you to know, that no matter what happens, it was real. To me, it was all real." he said.
"Eliot, you're scaring me." she said. She saw a single tear roll down his face.
"God forgive me." he said.
He moved quickly. So quickly she never had a chance. He pressed the chloroform cloth over her mouth, and held her tightly to him. He saw a flash of terror, and thought he deserved to be condemned to hell. He'd put that fear in her eyes. Then he saw the realization dawn, and a single brief moment of pure grief. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. He pulled her into his lap, and sat there for several long moments, and did something he hadn't down since he was eighteen. He let the grief take over his body, and let tears roll slowly and silently over his cheeks.
"You're doing the right thing, Eliot." He had heard Nate walk in, but hadn't moved. "She'll be safe this way. We'll get the justice that Lisa Porter deserves. We'll be taking down two major crime rings." he said. "It's what we do."
Eliot's fists clenched, as did his jaw. "Yeah. It's what we do. We just don't normally ruin a girl's life while we're at it." he said. Nate stayed silent.
Ending Note: Wow. This chapter seriously made me cry. My writing really gets to me sometimes, you know? To write, you have to feel what your characters feel, and sometimes it gets intense. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. : ) Lots more emotional rollercoaster rides to come in this story, so prepare yourself! Lol. Thanks again to everyone whose faved, read, reviewed, or added this story to their alert list. I love you all soooooo much! Stay tuned for the next chapter! XD Reviews make writers write faster, and make me smile. : )
