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WARNINGS: heavy smut

Tyler drove for a half-hour to the outskirts of District 5 before finding what he was looking for. Thankfully it was late and hardly anyone was on the road as he raced like a madman towards the fiends that had nearly killed Jeremy. He was already wired from what Jeremy had shared with him at lunch and now…he would get to exercise some of that anger.

He parked his black Nissan by a few trees, shrouding it in darkness before taking the man-made dirt path to the back door of the worn building, a once textile mill. He knocked on the door once and it was immediately opened. A man wearing a black ski mask swore under his breath softly before removing it.

"Thought you were the cops," Matt sighed in relief as he let him in. Tyler chuckled as he removed his hood.

"How'd you find them?"

"Surprisingly, we caught a lead from a different case and it led us straight to them. The little fuckers weren't careful enough."

They walked to the four men sitting against the wall, each of them bruised and battered and glaring at the three of them. Kol paced back and forth in front of them as he glared back, kicking them when they spoke.

"Have they said anything?" Tyler asked the prowling officer.

"They claim we have the wrong people," he scoffed. "They don't even remember what he looked like."

"What who looked like?" one of them cried. "We didn't do anything wrong!"

Tyler growled deeply and grabbed him by his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

"You little shit. I'll tell you exactly what the fuck you did," he hissed dangerously in his face as he tried to free himself. "You and your fucking pathetic friends beat an innocent boy so bad he had a goddamned concussion for a week!"

"Woah, I didn't do shit to nobody!" he cried as he put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I swear I didn't beat nobody!"

"Does it make you feel powerful when you beat the shit out of defenseless people, you fucking punk? You think that makes you a fucking man?" Tyler roared in his face. "He nearly died because of you!"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about man! You gotta believe me—!"

Tyler kneed him in the groin angrily and he choked out a pained yell. The other three started up again but were silence by Matt and Kol when they whipped out their Glocks and pointed at them.

"Next one that talks gets a fucking bullet!" Matt barked. They immediately shut their mouths but maintained their glares. Tyler dropped the one he was holding and grabbed the one next to him, a sinister-looking man with olive skin and dark hair and a smirk that made his anger grow. He grabbed his gun from his back pocket and thrust it under his chin as he unlocked it.

"Why?" he snarled. The man glared back defiantly.

"Why what?"

"Why did you attack him?"

A bead of sweat rolled down his face and he felt some satisfaction that he was scared of him. That feeling disappeared when the man gave him a cocky smirk.

"I think I remember him. Yeah, real sweet looking," he chuckled darkly. "He looked like a nice piece of ass. I should've fucked him before we fucked up his face."

The rage overtook the billionaire and, before he could stop himself, he cracked the base of the Glock across his temple. The man yelped painfully as he did it over and over and over, ignoring the blood that was coating them both and the terrified pleading of the other three men. When the man lay in a heap on the ground, Tyler stepped back a few feet and aimed the gun at his head before pulling the trigger. Blood and pink matter splattered the wall and the men next to him and they cried out in shock and horror as they gaped at their fallen friend. Tyler turned to the two officers that were watching the scene with stony expressions.

"Holy fuck!" one started sobbing.

"So…you want to do this the dirty way, apparently," Kol snickered as Tyler shrugged out of his hoodie.

"Getting rid of their bodies won't be a problem, right?"

"Not at all," Matt grinned wickedly at the three that were trembling against the wall. "No one will ever find them."

"Good," the billionaire pulled out his father's brass knuckles from his pocket and slipped them on with ease. He gave the remaining three a sadistic smile, "Then let's make this quick."

"Hush, darling, you will wake everyone in the house," Katherine laughed huskily against Caroline's trembling thigh. The blonde didn't hear her over her loud moans as her Mistress worked her to her third orgasm that morning, her hips pumping up frantically.

"Please!" she gasped hoarsely as she dangled just on the edge of bliss. Katherine merely laughed again and she whined, nearly on the verge of tears. Her legs, spread apart by the chains and pulled up, jerked uselessly in the air where they were suspended. Katherine licked her lips at the beauty before her. Watching Caroline in the throes of pure passion was a true sight to behold.

"I could leave you like this all day…or would you prefer we play our little game?" she brushed her finger against her sensitive core as she let out a high moan. "Our game it is."

Caroline's mouth fell open when her lips circled her nub again and sucked hard, the blindfold around her eyes becoming damp with her tears. A desperate sigh followed by a sob and her back nearly arched off the bed as she came, her toes curling mid-air from the force.

"Oh darling, I wish you could see how you look," she murmured as she slipped two fingers inside her, moaning at the tight heat. "So beautiful when I get you like this, aren't you?"

The blonde could only nod as she trembled from her Mistress' fingers. Katherine smirked, never breaking eye-contact as she lowered down and took her back into her mouth, this time not letting up even when she writhed and shouted and her body convulsed in her confines. The brunette worked her through it, her tongue swirling slowly against her and lapping at her essence as it coated her face and her thighs.

"Vous sale petite grace," she groaned as she squeezed her ass firmly. Caroline sobbed as she pulled on the silk ties binding her arms to the bed post, quivering with need and want.

"P-Please, oh God please," she threw her body forward urgently. Katherine licked a line from her thigh to her stomach slowly, teasing her, before diving back in and making the blonde explode with white-hot pleasure all over. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she worked her one more time, unable to do anything other than beg and wiggle her fingers and toes spastically until she reached her peak and spilled all over her Mistress' tongue. Her mind went pleasantly blank and her body fell back against the bed as she lost herself.

Katherine giggled when she saw the blonde breathing deeply, passed out from the intensity. She wiped the corners of her eyes of her tears and untied her gently before rubbing healing cream on her wrists and ankles and removing the blindfold. Without dressing her, she tucked her back under the blankets, smoothing her hair back for a moment before leaving the room. What Caroline would need when she woke was a good meal, a long bath and perhaps some ice cream.

She grinned when she saw Tyler heading towards her, "Well, I did not expect to see you—what happened to your face?"

He looked away as she took his face in his hands to inspect the splashes of blood smearing his skin. His hands were no better, his fingers darkened by the red stain.

"Tyler, what did you do?" she breathed.

"They would've…they would've killed him if I wasn't there," his voice was hard. "I couldn't let them get away with what they did."

She nodded as she kissed his forehead.

"Did you use the gun?"

He nodded.

"Anything else?"

He pulled out the once brass knuckles, now covered in shades of red. Katherine winced when she saw them; whoever had earned Tyler's wrath was surly dead by now.

"Will you?" he held them out to her. "I don't want Jeremy to know."

"Of course," she took them. "I will not speak a word."

"Thank you," he finally returned her smile with a small one of his own. He missed the frown that marred her face when he went into his room and quietly shut the door. Jeremy was still sleeping, now where he had been and with his pillow under his head as he breathed deeply. He threw the gloves off and ran his fingers through his hair for a moment before discarding all his clothes and jumping in the shower, washing away all evidence of his crimes.

When he exited the bathroom, dressed in only a low-riding pair of sweats, Jeremy was remained asleep and he couldn't help smiling at how peaceful he looked. With a wicked grin, he climbed in beside him and reached down to feel his half-erect cock. Jeremy moaned when his fingers circled around him and thrust his hips slightly.

"Ty," he sighed without opening his eyes. A surge of power went through the billionaire when he realized he was dreaming about him. He slid down his body quickly until his face was level with his cock and took him into his mouth greedily while cupping his balls with his free hand, the other holding his thighs open. The orphan's breath hitched and he moaned, his hand floating into Tyler's hair and squeezing gently. He moaned at the taste of his pre-come sliding across his tongue and worked his hand faster. Giving head wasn't something he normally did for subs or Doms, but for Jeremy, he did it happily. His taste was addicting, his moans even more so.

The orphan whimpered as Tyler's tongue traced along the underside before circling the tip and dipping into the salty slit. His mouth and eyes slowly opened as the familiar heat pooled in his stomach and he looked down to see Tyler staring back at him through long lashes. He choked out the billionaire's name and shuddered as he spilled down his throat, Tyler working him until his cock was limp and his body sank into the bed. He kissed the tip as he released it, using his tongue to clean over his thighs and lick his way back to his lips. Jeremy moaned at the taste of himself on his tongue and rolled his hips up as his arms wrapped around his naked back.

"Good morning," Tyler's breath puffed against his lips.

"Morning," his eyes shone as he smiled. Tyler returned it.

"You still sore?"

"A little, yeah," he flushed. He chuckled as he quickly kissed him.

"It'll be like that for a couple days."

"I don't mind," Jeremy admitted with red cheeks. Tyler smirked, his cock twitching against his leg and making its presence known.

"You like it, don't you?" he purred huskily as he dropped his forehead to his. "It feels good when I stretch you out, doesn't it pet?"

Jeremy nodded, his eyes lowering slightly.

"Who knew you were so naughty," he chuckled as he nipped his collar bone. "Turn over."

Jeremy quickly obliged, presenting Tyler with a full view of his backside. The billionaire licked his lips as he gripped his ass in his hands, his moan mingling with Jeremy's as he gently dug his fingers into his supple skin.

"Fuck, look at you," he closed his eyes in satisfaction as he squeezed harder, Jeremy's muscles twitching under his touch. "Fucking perfect."

He reached into his nightstand and pulled out three silk black ties. He ordered Jeremy to lift his head and slipped one around his eyes, tying it behind his head. The other two went around his wrists as he bound him to his head board. Grabbing the lube and a tube of oil, he poured the latter onto his hands and slowly rubbed it into Jeremy's back, reveling in the low groans he released as he rutted against the mattress.

"Feel good, pet?"

"Yes, Sir," he moaned as he lifted his hips and wiggled. Tyler slapped his ass lightly and he groaned again, but ceased.

"Have patience," he teased lightly as he slicked his aching cock with lube. "Tell me what you want."

He whined as he tried to look at him over his shoulder through the blindfold. Tyler clicked his tongue against his teeth in disapproval.

"Tell me exactly what you want Jer. Come on."

"Fuck me," he gasped out, face reddening in embarrassment and lust. Tyler tipped his head back and closed his eyes to reign in some self-control. Jeremy was hot when he talked dirty.

"Say it again," he panted as he came behind him, spreading him open and pushing one, lube-coated finger into his puckered hole.

"Please fuck me, Sir, I need you to fuck me!" he cried out when Tyler pushed against his sweet spot on the first stroke of his finger. The billionaire was barely able to contain himself as he added two more fingers. Jeremy took them slowly, moaning at the initial intrusion as his cock leaked beneath him.

"Oh Jer, you want it bad don't you?" he smirked as he withdrew his fingers. He nodded frantically, whimpering when the head of his cock pressed against his hole.

"P-Please—please Sir I—!" his words turned into a long cry as he slowly pushed into him. Tyler pressed his face into his neck as he slowly lowered himself onto him, resting inside him and groaning at the tight grip around his cock.

"Your ass is amazing," he sighed as he kissed his neck gently. Jeremy groaned deeply when his back was pressed against his chest, wiggling his hips in need as his fingers flexed around the headboard. Tyler pressed a kiss to the silk covering his eyes as he shifted, moaning when Jeremy tightened around him.

"Fuck, babe, that's good," he groaned as he pulled out and thrust back in slowly. "You look so fucking good like this for me."

Jeremy nodded frantically, his tongue heavy as his fall into subspace started. All he could think about was his Dom inside him, surrounding him, panting in his ear and how much he wanted him to move. Tyler moved after another moment's pause, thrusting into him hard, making the bed rock and Jeremy cry out with it. He nipped Jeremy's ear as he whispered against it huskily, nearly driving him wild with need.

"P-Please Ty!" he nearly sobbed, falling under further. Tyler picked up his pace, thrusting as fast and deep as he could. He sat on his knees and gripped Jeremy's hair hard, forcing him to tuck his knees under him and arch his back to keep Tyler inside him. The billionaire's other hand gripped his hip hard as he fucked him, fingers twisting and digging in Jeremy's hair. He thrust in one more time, his grip tightening even more, and the younger came with a loud, long groan without needing to be touched, his face shoved into the pillow. Tyler's fingers came to his hips, digging in hard enough to leave bruises and pounded into him, burying himself when he came with a satisfied growl.

He fell forward and to the side, pulling Jeremy with him. He stayed inside him as he unbound his wrists and removed his blindfold before wrapping an arm around him. Jeremy tightened around him and he groaned lowly, leaning up to nip his ear.

"Stay," the orphan mumbled as he pressed his ass into him. Tyler rolled his hips in response, reaching around to his limp cock. They rocked together steadily, Jeremy moaning as Tyler stroked him. Knowing he was still inside him, cum and all, made him fall into his space much faster than normal.

Tyler stroked his cock until he was hard, his hips picking up slight speed when Jeremy squeezed around his own limp cock again. He wrapped one arm around Jeremy's chest as his head fell to his shoulder and he leaned over to catch his lips in a messy kiss. Their tongues dueled and mingled as his hand sped up, this thumb revolving around the head and dipping into the slit until Jeremy bucked his hips and cried out in his mouth as he spilled all over his hand, adding to the mess they made before. His hips twitched as Tyler's hand continued stroking until he was oozing white beads onto the bedspread.

"Good boy Jer," Tyler breathed against his cheek. "You're such a good boy."

Jeremy could only whimper in response, legs quivering and chest heaving as he came down from his orgasm. Tyler slowly slid out of him and he moaned at the feeling of cum running down his leg.

"Jer," Tyler cupped his face and stared into his glassy eyes. "Can you hear me?"

He nodded dazedly and tried to speak but his words came out slurred. Tyler pecked him on the lips once, then again; Jeremy didn't have the strength to return them, though he really wanted to.

"You're in deep," he breathed against his lips. "I'm gonna take care of you, okay?"

He kissed him hard before getting up and going into the bathroom. Jeremy could make out the sound of running water, but he couldn't focus on much else as he melted into the messy sheets, his body feeling like dead weight. His eyes drooped lower each moment Tyler was away, but the feel of the warm, damp rag he ran across his skin to clean off made him moan softly and open them again. Tyler ran it down his legs and between his thighs, before tossing it in the hamper in the corner. Starting a fire in the fireplace, and pulling two blankets from the closet, he spread them on the floor and lay Jeremy on them, putting him closer to the fire for warmth. The orphan's head found his way to his chest, his legs gently tangling with his, and he sighed contentedly.

"It's so warm."

"Too hot?"

He shook his head, leaning up to smile at his Dom, "It's perfect."

Tyler couldn't help returning his smile and leaned down to kiss his forehead, his heart swooping in his chest. It was perfect, absolutely all of it.

Matt licked his lips when Rebekah walked into the precinct in a blue mini-dress and black pumps that morning, "Back again Ms. Mikaelson?"

"Where's Kol?" she asked urgently. "I have something he has to see right now."

"He's out in the field with another officer," his eyebrow rose. "What is it?"

"I found something in my father's study that can help with the case."

"You can leave it on his desk. He won't be back for a while."

She huffed as she sat at the absent officer's desk, "Then I'll wait."

Matt chuckled at her tone and her eyebrow rose. "What?"

"Nothing, I just thought a woman of your status would be too busy to wait for anyone."

"Yes, well, this is important," she frowned. Was he mocking her? He chuckled again and she couldn't decide whether or not she should be offended.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out that way," he flushed as he looked at the floor, scratching the back of his neck. He really hadn't meant to sound like a dick, but he didn't know what to say to her and he hadn't wanted to come off like a fool, though coming off like an asshole wasn't much better. He really needed to step up his game.

"It's alright," she sighed as she leaned on the desk. "How did you meet my brother?"

"We were in the academy together. I offered him my extra room in my apartment when he got kicked out."

She smiled sadly, "That was kind of you. I always did wonder what happened after he left. I wondered where he went, but my father forbade us to have any contact."

"That's awful," he said sympathetically. He didn't like the forlorn look in her eyes. "He talks about you and Henrik all the time. He misses you guys."

He wanted to ask why it took her so long to finally seek him out, but kept it to himself. Rebekah looked away and he allowed his eyes to roam her entire physique. She was captivating, he couldn't help but think as the white scarf around her hair gently fell to her shoulders. Matt wondered if she knew how beautiful she was.

"Sometimes…I wonder if I should have went with him when he left," she said so quietly he nearly missed it. "I love my father…but he's not the man he once was. He's different, colder. He doesn't care about us the way he once did, ever since…ever since Klaus disappeared and Elijah blamed him for his and Richard Lockwood's murder."

"I'm sure he still loves you. You're his daughter," he said softly.

"I'm also his meal ticket to inherit millions," she snorted bitterly. "The only thing I'm good for to him is marrying into the Lockwood fortune. He buys my love in the hopes I produce an heir that has the best of both fortunes. I fear I am only a means to an end for him now. That is how he treats me."

She looked so sad he wanted to hold her.

"It was the same way he treated Klaus before…before he ran away," she choked on the last words. He pulled his chair from behind his desk until he was sitting in front of her.

"Your father shouldn't be using you to get something he wants. You shouldn't marry him if you don't want to," he said with gentle firmness. "You deserve to live your own life too."

"He doesn't see it that way. And since I am not allowed my inheritance until I marry, I don't have much of a choice," she sniffled and wiped at the corner of her eyes with her pinky. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to burden you with my issues. Of course you have more important things worry about."

"No one's struggle is worse than another's," he said honestly. "Just because you happen to be rich doesn't mean you don't have issues too."

"The media would have everyone believe otherwise. All we are to them and the rest of the country is a spectacle; live-entertainment for everyone to criticize and tear apart until they feel like throwing us aside," she snorted. "When they see me, they see me as nothing more than the vain, pompous daughter of a wealthy business man and the fiancée of another."

"Hey, you don't seem that way to me," he covered her hand on the desk. "Those people also don't know you. It's easy for them to criticize someone who has more than them, especially when they don't know you. Don't take it to heart."

She smiled slightly, her heart pounding from his hand covering hers, "You're the first person that really seems to understand that."

"When you've spent as much time as I have in the field, you see a lot of things," he shrugged. "You can't always believe everything you see, because sometimes it's an illusion covering the truth."

Rebekah's mouth suddenly went dry, Matt's smoldering gaze boring into hers. She couldn't help but think that his eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, so light and soft like his personality. He was so different from anyone she'd ever met and she couldn't deny that she was very interested in knowing more. She just hoped that he, possibly, thought the same of her.

"Like I know just from talking to you right now that you're not vain and shallow the way the media wants us to believe," he smiled slightly. "And you're nothing like your father at all."

Her head cocked to the side gently, "How do you know? You've never met him."

"Kol told me about him. And from what I'm seeing, you're a much more decent person than he is, no offence," he chuckled. "All I'm saying is don't beat yourself up because of other's people's perceptions of you. That's not your problem."

"Thank you," she smiled as she squeezed his large hand between her small ones. "I think I needed to hear that more than I realize."

He nodded as he took his hand back, already missing her warmth, "It'll all work out for you Rebekah, one way or another. You're going to be happy."

"I hope so," she smiled warmly, her heart fluttering madly when his lips stretched into a wider smile. He was heartbreakingly handsome, and it almost hurt that she couldn't pursue him. He was the kind of man women waited for their whole lives but could never find; the kind of man she knew she wouldn't have given the time of day when she was younger because he didn't have money. But, as she was starting to realize, money wasn't everything.

A voice crackled from his walkie-talkie, startling both of them from her thoughts.

All units to 315 Brighton Street in District Five. Officers being shot at. I repeat, all units available to District 5. Officers are under fire.

"Well, I guess duty calls," he sighed as he grabbed his gun from his desk.

"Is Kol out there?" she asked worriedly.

"He's at a domestic disturbance in District 2. He'll be back soon."

"Will you?" she asked before she could stop herself. He looked surprised for a moment before grinning.

"For you, I'll try," he winked. She laughed as she shook her head.

"Be careful," she murmured as he walked away. She was unsure if he heard her, but the smile he threw her over his shoulder made her think the words were very appreciated.

Katherine's eyebrow rose when Tyler entered her study that evening with a half-full glass of Jack and a joint. Wordlessly, he dropped onto her love-seat with a sigh and set his glass on the table and held the white paper up to her in question.

"Want some?"

"Sure," she gestured to the balcony and they sat on the two cushioned chase lounges. He pulled out a lighter and sparked the tip, inhaling deeply a few times before passing it over.

"Where is Jeremy?" she asked through exhaled smoke.

"Sleeping. He's a heavy sleeper," he sighed as he sagged into the chair. Katherine watched him critically as he gazed at the stars floating over their district.

"What bothers you chéri?" she asked softly.

"Nothing. Everything is…okay," he chuckled.

She smiled, "You and Jeremy have been spending much time together, no? Caroline and I have not seen you for any meals for days now."

The soft smile that crossed his face surprised her. "Yeah, we've been busy."

"How are your scenes?"

"Great, actually. Better than I could've hoped for," he said honestly. It was wonderful to have a submissive again, but with Jeremy it was so much more. He couldn't explain what there was more of, but there was something different about this time around. Jeremy submitted to him so beautifully and he soaked it up like it was a drug he couldn't get enough of. He loved the power of knowing that Jeremy trusted him enough to be completely and openly vulnerable.

"And have you made love yet?" she gave him a knowing smirk when he chuckled. "But of course. I forget who I am speaking to."

"The first time was after the play party. He was still shaken and we were in my room…and it just happened," he shook his head slightly; that night didn't seem real sometimes.

"And that is why we have not seen you," she concluded with a giggle. "But I do not fault you for wanting to spend all your time with him. You are quite fond of him."

"Yeah, I am," he agreed with a chuckle. He wouldn't deny that he liked Jeremy; he had more in common with the younger boy than he thought he would and he made him laugh. He liked when they talked about their favorite foods and their worst nightmares and Roman mythology. He liked it a lot, and it was a little worrisome.

"Enjoy him Tyler. It is rare that I see you smile so much," she smiled slowly, both of their heads growing hazy from the high of the drug. Tyler laughed as he looked to the stars again.

"Being with him…it's different," he said quietly. "I don't know how to explain it."

"You do not need to. Just embrace it chéri. Cherish him, and he shall cherish you," she reached over and squeezed his hand. Tyler kissed the back of it before finishing the joint and depositing the remaining bud in the ashtray on the table between them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Anna snapped at Damon and Stefan when she answered the door in nothing but a bathrobe. They shared a knowing smirk.

"Sorry, did we interrupt playtime?" Damon grinned merrily.

"What do you want Salvatore?" she barked. "I'm busy!"

"We're here for the footage from the party and the guest list. Tyler wants us to look into some things about those men that attacked his sub."

Anna stared at them impatiently, "You two have the worst fucking timing, I swear—!"

"The sooner you help us, the sooner you can go back to riding Ben's face," the raven-haired man interrupted. "So go untie him and get us what we need."

She scowled at them angrily before stomping upstairs. The brothers let themselves in and sat on the plush brown couches in the foyer. After ten minutes, she returned with the dazed young man following her obediently.

"Follow me guys," he gestured to the brothers. He led them to a large office with a view of the front lawn and three flat-screen computers spread across a long, dark-wood desk. Ben dropped into the reclining leather chair and turned on the system.

"So Master Tyler is going after those guys?" he asked them.

"He's going to try."

"I still don't know how those bastards got past my security with that fucking knife!" Anna snarled. "The fucking nerve! This better not ruin my Dungeon's reputation!"

"I'm sure it won't. It's one of the only public ones in the city. People have to go somewhere," Stefan reassured.

"I had to fire everyone on my security staff because I can't trust those fuckers! One of them is a fucking liar and I want to know who."

"Here it is," Ben announced when he pulled up twelve different cameras on the middle screen. They were all the angles of the building inside and outside the club. He enlarged the video of a group of men huddled by the corner of the bar.

"That them?"

The brothers leaned down and squinted at the video. They saw Jeremy brush against one of them and exchange a few words before following Tyler. Not a moment later did they all follow the young boy and disappeared from the camera's sight. They watched until they saw the same group of men waiting near the private rooms and Jeremy being ambushed by someone before being dragged away from Tyler and shoved into one of them.

"So he was a target," Stefan muttered. "This isn't good."

"Target?" Ben asked.

"You said one of them works for Mikael?" Damon asked his brother. "What does he do?"

"I don't know. I've just seen him at his store."

"If he works for Mikael then they all might," Damon pointed to the remaining four men. "But why would he have someone do this to Jeremy?"

"Maybe they were supposed to take him and we got there before they did," Stefan sighed. "Whatever Mikael wants with him can't be anything good."

"Who's Mikael?" Ben asked with a wrinkled brow.

"You're better off not knowing," Damon turned to Anna. "You can go now."

"You can see yourself out," she snapped at them before ordering Ben to follow her.

"So, what do we do?" Stefan asked once they were gone.

"You're really asking?" his older brother snorted. "We find them and we take them out."

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them," he rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you've gone soft in your married life. Does the wife not know you can kill a man with your bare hands?"

"That's not exactly something I wanted to share," he chuckled. "And if we're gonna waste all these guys, we're going to have to be extra careful. They're corrupt, but kind of important in the community. They'll try to kill us if they know we're on to them."

Damon grinned wickedly, "My favorite kind of target."

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