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Jess arrived home on edge and aching again for what that bastard could give her, would he visit her in her dreams tonight she damn well hoped so, she wanted him to finish what he started, Take her hard and fast, fuck her through the damn bed, shaking her head she slid the key in the lock. Surprised her parents were still up, shutting the door too she locked it, Heading towards the stairs

"Honey have you a minute?" damn she just wanted her bed, her dreams, Mark.

"Sure mum what's up?" walking into the room she noticed two other men sat down at the table, one was Irvine the other she didn't know

"Hi Mr Irvine how are you?"

"Good honey and you?"

"Getting there I guess not every day you find out you're an angel, who is soul mate to a reaper, but hey that's destiny" he chuckled at her words

"Hey at least you are joking about it"

"Can't do much else about it, Mr Irvine"

"Call me Chris Jess and this guy here is Brock, remember I mentioned a dagger well Brock here has kindly found it" Fuck, damn and shit thought Jess she had hoped stupid that it was it would all go away and she could bury her head in the sand. Looking over at Brock she took him in, god the venom pouring from this man's pores was deadly, he had that face you couldn't trust.

"Jess" he spoke licking his lips, ewww that so made her squirm, and not in the way Mark did, so this had the dagger, she actually wonder what he was in all this.

"Yep that's my name and yours is Brock, now we have that out of the way, What are you?"

"You didn't tell me she had attitude Chris I think I'm gonna like this one"

"Do you mind that's my daughter you are talking about" Martin didn't like this guy anymore than Jess did. Putting his hands up, Brock smirked

"Sorry " oh he was far from sorry, he liked this one, no way could she belong to the reaper, she would be his, he wouldn't destroy her, he would keep her after he had destroyed Taker first, and his little brother, get them out of the way, then she would have no choice but to be his, of that he would guarantee.

"Yeah sure you are" Jess had had enough she was tired, on edge, her body craved Mark, and this idiot was stopping it all.

"You young lady have a damn mouth on you"

"BROCK CAN IT" Chris could see this was getting out of hand and no way could this be allowed, they had a mission to complete and if Jess wasn't in from the start, it would collapse before it got off the ground. Brock sat back his eyes never leaving Jess as he acknowledged Chris, by backing down, waiting for Chris to continue.

"Jess honey this is special" placing a piece of cloth on the table he opened it up. Jess looked at it, wow not every day you saw an object like that. She reached out her finger seeing the artwork was in a golden yellow, the rest of it in ruby red, she was unsure if she wanted to touch it, would it burn her. Letting the tip of her nail trace the golden yellow, she was surprised how smooth it seemed to be.

"That's some artwork Chris" Jess held it in her hand, it was so light, would easily slip up her sleeve, when she got nearer to her reaper, dropping the object in shock, how had that thought come into her head, He was her reaper hers, could she use this to kill him, as they wanted , as she wanted, had that been written in her destiny, or would it change it all completely. Brock wasn't immune to Jess's reaction moving his head a little towards Chris he whispered in his ear.

"Can we trust her to do this?"

"Listen mister you got something to say you say it out to us all, didn't your mother teach you it's rude to whisper"

"sweetheart keep up that attitude and I will burn your little wings you got me girl" Brock had had enough of this shit, he could get the job done himself they didn't need this fucking kid, and her mouth.

"Get out of my house, Chris you are more than welcome to stay but I want this man removed" Brock's features changed from the blond haired blue eyed man, to what she could only describe as dark dragon, was the first thing that came to mind. His features had changed into almost scull like, with red eyes, from his shoulders wings came out.

"BROCK STOP IT NOW!" Chris could see it had all gotten out of hand, forcing Brock out of the door, he called The Shield, keeping his voice low, telling them to come for their leader quickly. Jess's over sensitive hearing had caught the name "The Shield" hadn't they been the ones Mark had mentioned in the club, shit this was getting to be one big mess with her in the middle, looking back at the table she pocketed the dagger before anyone noticed, with all the chaos going on around her, she was damn sure no one saw. Her dad was ranting and raving at both Chris and Brock, her mum was attempting to calm him down. Jess sneaked out, up to her room locking the door, and casting a protection spell, it would keep her safe until morning, covering her room, the windows and the doors. Nothing and no one would get through, she had to get to Mark, see what this all meant, she didn't trust Brock and no way would she use this on him, not now, her body was on fire for him, only he could put it out. How could she think about hurting him now, or should she.

Putting the dagger next to her on the bed, she fell into a troubled sleep.

Mark could sense she was restless, she had dropped most of her barriers, allowing him to slip in easily into her thoughts and her dreams, passing the protection spell she had cast for others, never against him. She was confused, frustrated and very pissed off. The pissed off and frustration he could help with, the confusion had him wanting to know more. What had his soul mate all upset. Settling down beside her, he slid his hands gently up and down her leg, she sensed him, moving towards his warmth

"Mark?" her sleepy voice questioned if it was him

"I'm here darlin, what is it?"

"Brock" was all she whispered as she moved closer into his body, how the hell had she found out the name of The shields, boss, what had happened since he left her at the club?

"What about Brock darlin?" he wanted her awake, he needed to know what the hell had gone down tonight after he had gone, at her request.

"This" thrusting the dagger at him