Allie POV
Oh. My. God. I thought we'd never get out of there. Max's parents had us trapped at their house for four hours. I normally wouldn't have minded, but Iz was shooting me dirty looks the whole time and her friends made me a bit uncomfortable. Well, most of them. I must say that I really liked her friend Kyle Valenti. He's very handsome and can actually make me laugh. The only thing about him that bothered me was the fact that his father is Roswell's Sheriff.
I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but I don't like law enforcement of any kind-go figure. I've had some nasty meetings with the Feds and some coppers in Ireland. The Feds are the ones that really have it out for my family, though. There's this one agent, Agent Pierce, who's been after me personally since I pulled off my first hit three years ago (yeah, I was 15 the first time). We were living in New York at the time and my father was still head of the family. My oldest brother, Riley, was gunned down at our cousin's wedding and I too was shot. I recovered, but Riley was dead before an ambulance could get there. Everyone in the family was pissed, but none were as pissed as I was. Riley was my best friend, even though he was 24. I made some inquires and found out that his former friend, a guy named Ryan Johnson, was behind the hit and that it had been intended for me. Unfortunately, the FBI was guarding him-he was under witness protection. That meant that I had to go to extreme measures to get my revenge.
After I had fully recovered from my injuries, I set to work. I contacted my father's informant in the FBI and asked him to tell me where Ryan was. When he said he couldn't help me, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Naturally, he told me. Lucky for me, Ryan's sister, Mary, and I looked a lot alike so I cut my hair, died it a more brownish red, put in brown contacts, put on some baggy clothes (she was a bit bigger than me), and talked my way past the guards. Apparently, Ryan had shown them a picture of Mary and said that it was okay for her to visit-the guy had a real soft spot for his little sister. The guards thought I was a real "cutie" and "could visit any time I wanted". Losers. Imagine their surprise when they heard Ryan and myself arguing, then gunfire, then me hauling ass out of the building, killing them in the process. There were only two of them that day-Anthony Ramirez and Andrew Pierce. Yeah, Pierce. Agent Daniel Pierce's little brother. I became a hitter after that and Pierce became a pain in my ass. A month later, Dad moved us back to Ireland for a few months while he arranged to hand everything over to Cedric, who was 23 at the time. Then we moved to San Antonio and Cedric moved back to New York. Unbeknownst to Dad, Cedric constantly assigned me hits, especially the most complicated ones. From Ryan's murder to my last one before Cedric made me quit, I killed close to 100 people. I can't say that I regret doing it-I was a good hitter. I actually want to become boss, but I don't wish any harm to Cedric. If he ever decides to pull out, I will jump at the chance to become the first female boss in history.
"What 'cha thinking about, Allie Kat?" Max asked me, sitting down on our couch in our new living room.
"My old life."
"What about it?"
"I miss it."
My husband cocked an eyebrow. "You miss killing people? That can't be healthy."
I rolled my eyes. "I miss being good at something and doing it. I miss the thrill of running from the cops, of plotting, of getting into brawls with men twice my size, of running for my life, of pulling the trigger, of not knowing if I was going to live to see the next day. It was such an adrenaline rush, Max. You wouldn't understand."
"Al, you are doing something that you're good at-you're a great mother to Riley and an amazing friend to me and a great sister to Alex. When school starts, you're going to be a great student. What more do you need?"
I sighed. Max really is naïve. "Forget Max, you just don't understand. So, did you have as much fun at your parents' as I did?"
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MAX POV
I grinned. "Oh yeah, a blast. What did you think of Izzy's friends?"
I, personally, liked her friend Liz Parker the best. Liz-its like music to my ears. She's so beautiful, and really kind and smart. Too bad I don't have a chance. I think she was a little confused as to why I spent so much time talking with her and not my wife. If she only knew.
Allie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, you know how I am around strangers-they make me a little uncomfortable. Though, I did like that Kyle guy."
"Yeah, it looked like you and Buddha boy were really hitting it off," I said with a knowing smile. It was so obvious that she had the hots for him.
Allie just grinned. "Us? What about you and Miss Parker? You two looked awfully chummy."
"Well-"
"Oh God, this is so weird," Alex burst out, joining us.
"What's weird?" I asked, puzzled.
"You two are married and you're discussing the people you have the hots for. Its not normal!"
Allie stared at her brother. "Alex, since when has our marriage been normal? We haven't slept together since July of last year. We didn't even sleep together on our honeymoon."
"Way too much information!" Alex cried.
"Alex, you know that my and Allie's relationship is not a romantic one. The only love between us is that of best friends. We're allowed to be attracted to other people."
"So what are you gonna do if you two really fall for Liz and Kyle? Cheat on each other? Get a divorce? You know that Cedric would never allow it."
"Thanks for reminding us," Allie snapped and stormed off to feed Riley.
Alex watched his twin run off then turned back to me. "Max, you two have to dismiss any thoughts of other people."
"What if I talk to Cedric?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah right, he hates you for getting his little sister pregnant. Face it, you two are stuck with each other."
Liz's face popped into my head. "Not if I have anything to say about it," I murmured.
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LIZ POV
"How was your day, sweetie?" my mother asked as we sat around the dinner table.
Max's handsome face popped into my head. "It was really great. I met Isabel's brother and his family."
"I didn't know Iz had a brother. Is he married? How old is he?"
"Yeah, he's married." To a wife he doesn't show any affection to. "He also has a four month old son named Riley. Max and Izzy are twins."
My dad raised an eyebrow. "So he's only eighteen?"
I nodded. "Yeah, so is Allie, his wife, and Alex, her twin brother."
"Where are their parents?"
"They died in car crash last month."
Something strange flickered in Dad's eyes. "Really? How sad. So, are their full names Alexander and Alexandra?"
"Yeah."
"What's Alex's last name?"
"O'Connor."
Mom and Dad both started coughing. Weird. "Alexander and Alexandra O'Connor?" Mom asked.
I smiled. "Cute, isn't it?"
"How long are they visiting?" Dad questioned.
"They're not visiting-they're moving here."
Mom and Dad exchanged a look.
"I'll, um, be right back," Dad stammered. "I have to.er.go to the bathroom."
Mom and I watched Dad run down the hall. I wonder why he's acting so strange. Oh well.
"So Mom, how was work?" I ask.
"Fine," she said vaguely. "Nothing exciting, really."
"Any new cases?"
Mom and Dad are FBI agents.
"No," she replied. "But I have a feeling there will be soon," she mumbled under her breath.
Oh. My. God. I thought we'd never get out of there. Max's parents had us trapped at their house for four hours. I normally wouldn't have minded, but Iz was shooting me dirty looks the whole time and her friends made me a bit uncomfortable. Well, most of them. I must say that I really liked her friend Kyle Valenti. He's very handsome and can actually make me laugh. The only thing about him that bothered me was the fact that his father is Roswell's Sheriff.
I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but I don't like law enforcement of any kind-go figure. I've had some nasty meetings with the Feds and some coppers in Ireland. The Feds are the ones that really have it out for my family, though. There's this one agent, Agent Pierce, who's been after me personally since I pulled off my first hit three years ago (yeah, I was 15 the first time). We were living in New York at the time and my father was still head of the family. My oldest brother, Riley, was gunned down at our cousin's wedding and I too was shot. I recovered, but Riley was dead before an ambulance could get there. Everyone in the family was pissed, but none were as pissed as I was. Riley was my best friend, even though he was 24. I made some inquires and found out that his former friend, a guy named Ryan Johnson, was behind the hit and that it had been intended for me. Unfortunately, the FBI was guarding him-he was under witness protection. That meant that I had to go to extreme measures to get my revenge.
After I had fully recovered from my injuries, I set to work. I contacted my father's informant in the FBI and asked him to tell me where Ryan was. When he said he couldn't help me, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Naturally, he told me. Lucky for me, Ryan's sister, Mary, and I looked a lot alike so I cut my hair, died it a more brownish red, put in brown contacts, put on some baggy clothes (she was a bit bigger than me), and talked my way past the guards. Apparently, Ryan had shown them a picture of Mary and said that it was okay for her to visit-the guy had a real soft spot for his little sister. The guards thought I was a real "cutie" and "could visit any time I wanted". Losers. Imagine their surprise when they heard Ryan and myself arguing, then gunfire, then me hauling ass out of the building, killing them in the process. There were only two of them that day-Anthony Ramirez and Andrew Pierce. Yeah, Pierce. Agent Daniel Pierce's little brother. I became a hitter after that and Pierce became a pain in my ass. A month later, Dad moved us back to Ireland for a few months while he arranged to hand everything over to Cedric, who was 23 at the time. Then we moved to San Antonio and Cedric moved back to New York. Unbeknownst to Dad, Cedric constantly assigned me hits, especially the most complicated ones. From Ryan's murder to my last one before Cedric made me quit, I killed close to 100 people. I can't say that I regret doing it-I was a good hitter. I actually want to become boss, but I don't wish any harm to Cedric. If he ever decides to pull out, I will jump at the chance to become the first female boss in history.
"What 'cha thinking about, Allie Kat?" Max asked me, sitting down on our couch in our new living room.
"My old life."
"What about it?"
"I miss it."
My husband cocked an eyebrow. "You miss killing people? That can't be healthy."
I rolled my eyes. "I miss being good at something and doing it. I miss the thrill of running from the cops, of plotting, of getting into brawls with men twice my size, of running for my life, of pulling the trigger, of not knowing if I was going to live to see the next day. It was such an adrenaline rush, Max. You wouldn't understand."
"Al, you are doing something that you're good at-you're a great mother to Riley and an amazing friend to me and a great sister to Alex. When school starts, you're going to be a great student. What more do you need?"
I sighed. Max really is naïve. "Forget Max, you just don't understand. So, did you have as much fun at your parents' as I did?"
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MAX POV
I grinned. "Oh yeah, a blast. What did you think of Izzy's friends?"
I, personally, liked her friend Liz Parker the best. Liz-its like music to my ears. She's so beautiful, and really kind and smart. Too bad I don't have a chance. I think she was a little confused as to why I spent so much time talking with her and not my wife. If she only knew.
Allie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, you know how I am around strangers-they make me a little uncomfortable. Though, I did like that Kyle guy."
"Yeah, it looked like you and Buddha boy were really hitting it off," I said with a knowing smile. It was so obvious that she had the hots for him.
Allie just grinned. "Us? What about you and Miss Parker? You two looked awfully chummy."
"Well-"
"Oh God, this is so weird," Alex burst out, joining us.
"What's weird?" I asked, puzzled.
"You two are married and you're discussing the people you have the hots for. Its not normal!"
Allie stared at her brother. "Alex, since when has our marriage been normal? We haven't slept together since July of last year. We didn't even sleep together on our honeymoon."
"Way too much information!" Alex cried.
"Alex, you know that my and Allie's relationship is not a romantic one. The only love between us is that of best friends. We're allowed to be attracted to other people."
"So what are you gonna do if you two really fall for Liz and Kyle? Cheat on each other? Get a divorce? You know that Cedric would never allow it."
"Thanks for reminding us," Allie snapped and stormed off to feed Riley.
Alex watched his twin run off then turned back to me. "Max, you two have to dismiss any thoughts of other people."
"What if I talk to Cedric?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah right, he hates you for getting his little sister pregnant. Face it, you two are stuck with each other."
Liz's face popped into my head. "Not if I have anything to say about it," I murmured.
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LIZ POV
"How was your day, sweetie?" my mother asked as we sat around the dinner table.
Max's handsome face popped into my head. "It was really great. I met Isabel's brother and his family."
"I didn't know Iz had a brother. Is he married? How old is he?"
"Yeah, he's married." To a wife he doesn't show any affection to. "He also has a four month old son named Riley. Max and Izzy are twins."
My dad raised an eyebrow. "So he's only eighteen?"
I nodded. "Yeah, so is Allie, his wife, and Alex, her twin brother."
"Where are their parents?"
"They died in car crash last month."
Something strange flickered in Dad's eyes. "Really? How sad. So, are their full names Alexander and Alexandra?"
"Yeah."
"What's Alex's last name?"
"O'Connor."
Mom and Dad both started coughing. Weird. "Alexander and Alexandra O'Connor?" Mom asked.
I smiled. "Cute, isn't it?"
"How long are they visiting?" Dad questioned.
"They're not visiting-they're moving here."
Mom and Dad exchanged a look.
"I'll, um, be right back," Dad stammered. "I have to.er.go to the bathroom."
Mom and I watched Dad run down the hall. I wonder why he's acting so strange. Oh well.
"So Mom, how was work?" I ask.
"Fine," she said vaguely. "Nothing exciting, really."
"Any new cases?"
Mom and Dad are FBI agents.
"No," she replied. "But I have a feeling there will be soon," she mumbled under her breath.
