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As the elevator numbers decreased and finally stopped on level 3, I knew I should be worried that Clay wouldn't be on the other side of these doors, that maybe it would be one of Jason's men standing there ready to kill me. However, the doors slid open and standing there was my knight in shining glasses. He stepped inside the elevator, pressed the level 2 button, and just stared at me. I could feel more blood forming in my mouth. The cut inside burned reminding me of when Jason slammed my face into his bar. I turned to the side and spit a bit of the saliva out. Clay just looked down with his eyes and saw the blood mixed in with the saliva. That was all he needed to see. Slowly he looked back up at me and then removed his glasses and began to turn around as he tucked them into his suit pocket. I just looked at the door's dominant eyes, as he slid his jacket right off, and removed one gun from the back of his pants and cocked it, handing it back to me before removing two silver guns from the holsters at his side, cocking them and holding them up on either side of his head. I kept the gun to my side and waited, heart pounding, and only thoughts of Vincent in my mind.

The silver doors slid open and I only saw a glimpse of the men in front of us with guns, before Clay was running out fast, aim and shoot, aim and shoot. He had to be faster than everyone, each shot could not miss. I took a step out of the elevator and aimed as well, firing and shooting watching as body after body of men in nice suits falling to the ground. He took down most and I just shot anyone who may try and pull a fast one on Clay. I was not trained like Clay. This was his job and the multiple bodies dropping in seconds showed it. When the entire floor was cleared, Clay picked up one of the semi-automatic weapons and turned back to me. He approached swiftly and floor after floor, we moved up through the building end the lives of every man we saw.

Anyone who drew a gun on us we killed. Once we were all the way to the seventh floor and cleared it, we noticed large quantities of drugs and money in brief cases. It was a nice lounge where I was sure drug and sex parties took place. Holding the gun up, Clay searched the area for any people. I just looked around myself, keeping my gun cocked and ready to fire. Clay exited a room and in his hand was a large red container of gasoline. He approached me and held it up to me and I arched a brow before looking at him and together we shared a smile of deviance. I followed him to the room and noticed the numerous cans of gasoline and weapons. Oh this would be fun. Within a hour and a half the entire building was soaked in gasoline and we stood on the first floor staring up at the entire ceiling. The odor was thick around us and Clay pulled out a lighter and looked at me handing it to me. I smiled and took it, watching the evil smirk play on his face. I lit it and just threw it toward the elevator watching it catch fire. Clay moved over to the door and held it open for me and I exited with a smile. We watched as the tower quickly caught fire. We stared up at the black fog that touched the sky.

"Lord I am not looking forward to doing the paper work on this." I said.

"I sent for your laptop to be mailed to our safehouse downtown. Ten business days." Clay said. I merely smiled and we headed back to our car. We parked further away from the building and watched it burn some more, noticing the police cars and fire trucks speeding over to it. I watched from the backseat watching them rush to put the fire out. I noticed also a purple Ford Mustang and a black Escalade on the opposite side of the parade. Tommy and James were stepping out of the vehicles. What were they doing here? I knew they were associates of Jason's. Wonder if I just ruined a business of theirs.

"Back to Bamonete's." I replied. The window began to slide up and the car began to move. But before the black tint could hit the top, Tommy just happened to look my way. I couldn't help but smirk as I looked ahead. The car already smelled like gasoline and I knew we were both in need of a shower. Within a few seconds my phone began to ring and removed it from my purse. I smiled knowing who it was, and I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Ay! Where you at?" Tommy asked accusingly.

"Just left a bonfire where you at?" I asked.

"What the fuck Yara!" he whispered harshly.

"Keep your voice down especially if you're with James." I replied.

"Man Ghost and I split. I'm in my car. Just what the fuck happened, Yara? Jason was my supplier! You fucking kill him?" he asked.

"Look I was in business with him as well… I was meeting with him. Then he got rough with me." I said.

"What the fuck, whachu mean he got rough withchu!" he snarled.

"Exactly what I said. He…" I paused looking from Clay then down to the seat "he tried to rape me so I had to protect myself."

"That piece of shit!" he boomed. I sighed relieved he wasn't too angry with me.

"Tommy I am sorry if I ruined your dealings with him. It wasn't my intent to cause trouble, but I will let no one take advantage of me." I snapped.

"And you shouldn't! Look you and I can talk about this later. I got business to take care of. But we will be talking later." he said. I only nodded.

"Fine." I replied. I hung up and realized I didn't want to be at Vincent's bar and smell up his place. So, I instructed Clay to take me back to Vincent's mansion and he did just that. Clay wasn't annoyed by his smell. I got out of the car and moved up to the house and knocked. Once I was let in by one of the maids, I made way up the stairs as Amara and Al were coming down together. As I passed them, they both winced.

"Jesus Christ, why do you smell like gasoline?" Al blurted.

"Killed some men and lit a building on fire." I replied not really caring to converse. But as I reached the top of the stairs I was sure I could hear Al say something along the way of liking my style. I just wanted to shower and get to Bamonte's to be in Vincent's arms. Once in his room, I stripped and placed my clothes in a hamper and took a shower. I washed my hair and made sure I was clean from head to toe. Once I was out, I put on some black jeans and a yellow sweater with small black polka dots. I braided my hair back and headed back out. We arrived at Bamonte's within an hour. I told Clay to head back to his place for I wouldn't need him for the rest of the day. I walked inside Bamonte's and smiled at the calmness of the area. There were a few people seated and so I knew no one was a visible gangster at the moment. I saw Vincent coming down the hall with Nichola and when he saw me, his eyes sparkled and he just motioned Nichola away with his head before approaching me.

"Hey." he said resting his hands on my hips and leaning in to peck my lips. He leaned back and looked me over before looking at my face. "You weren't wearing this when you left." I nodded.

"Yeah I had a small run in with gasoline but I'm alright." I quickly assured him as his eyes were darkening with each other spoken. I leaned back in and kissed him dominantly and he gave a gentle moan before leaning in to me.

"Well I'm glad you are okay. I know Clay wouldn't let anything happen to you." he said. Suddenly, he winced. "So I know we had plans tonight, but unfortunately, we got some guys coming over to the house for dinner. I would be honored if you would join me as my guest." I nodded thinking any event with us together would be fine with me.

"Sure no problem. Is this a casual event or formal?" I asked. He grinned.

"Anything you want to wear will be fine. I just want your beautiful self by my side tonight." he said. I smiled and nodded gently.

"I will dress to impress." I promised.