Lyrics belong to Fuel "Bittersweet". This chapters short, but I wanted to get a bit out to you all this morning, more to come soon!

: Seven sins of wantonness and
everything that's good is gone
Sell it all for glory from the peers
Silicone priestess scratch the back and
twists the knife to bone
Kick against the pricks and scrape the shins
I'm the enemy in the enemies now:

Lucy's POV

I squinted up into the bright sunlight, stretching and wondering what time it was. I pushed myself up in the lounge chair, knowing I was going to regret sleeping on it, already my back was screaming from the odd angle I had been laying. I wiped at my sleep filled eyes, pulling my headphones out of my ears and wrapping them around the I-pod. Yawning I checked my watch. Near ten am, I was surprised I had slept that long, but maybe Amy would have cooled off by now.

I stood from the chair, feeling like an eighty year old woman as every muscle and bone seemed to grind in place. One more big stretch and I headed in. One of the bellhops gave me a knowing, sympathetic look, I wondered if he was thinking I had a rough night of drinking, or that I had been kicked out by my girlfriend. I decided he probably thought a rough night of drinking, maybe was hoping I had a hot girlfriend stashed away somewhere.

"Amy?" I spoke quietly, pushing open the door to my bedroom of the suite. The bed was empty, unmade; in the middle I glimpsed an envelope. I walked forward, picking it up, I could feel a letter inside, but no name on the outside.

"She couldn't have broken up with me in person?" I wondered allowed, opening the envelope and shaking its contents into my hand. The letter didn't come out, but the diamond necklace I had given her soon after getting to Barcelona did. I took a deep breath, pulling out the letter, a picture fluttered out, landing on the bed. I ignored it, not wanting to know what great picture of us she was returning. I opened the note. Recognizing the handwriting at once.

Lucy-

A diamond consolation prize is suiting don't
you think? While I get your girl as the real
prize. Think I can teach her a thing or two?
The deal goes down tomorrow as planned, no
interruptions, and maybe I'll return her only
a little sore. Well, maybe more than a little.
Love Always
Asha

PS. Katia sends hugs and kisses.

As I reach for the picture I swear I can feel the earth dropping from underneath me. I flip it over, staring for a long minute at it. Asha and Katia are smiling widely from either side of an unconscious gagged Amy. I grab the letter, carrying both as I run to the other room, throwing open the door to Scud's room. No one's there, the bed doesn't look slept in; I turn, sprinting to the Deb's suite.

"Max," I call, out of breath as I step into the room.

"What?" She snaps from where she is sipping coffee and reading the paper.

"Amy, they took Amy."

"What?" She jumps from her chair and is by my side in seconds. I shove the picture and note into her hand, she scans the note quickly, then the picture, and hands both to Dominique, who has come in from the balcony.

"Oh shit," Dominique breaths out in a cloud of smoke.

"Oh, this is just fucking great," Max sweeps her arm across the table, sending her plate and coffee mug shattering to the floor. We all stood silent for a moment, even Dominique looking shocked at her outburst.

"What's going on?" Janet asks, running out of her room, towel wrapped around her. "Dominique, we agreed no smoking in the room."

"Where were you when this happened?" Max spoke with quiet rage.

"We had a fight," I answered quietly. "She kicked me out and I slept by the pool."

"You left her alone?" Max shoved I hit the TV, knocking it off its stand with a crash, she jumped on me, pulling back to punch me.

"Max, stop!" Janet yelled.

"She is still on our side," Dominique added, always the voice of reason.

"Get off her," we both turned to see Scud, dressed just in his jeans running from Janet's room to pull Max off me. Max was so stunned she actually let him. He reached down, hauling me up by my hand, together with Max I stared at him. Finally Max looked to Janet, who looked slightly like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"You were with Scud?"

"You were with Janet?" I asked at the same time.

"Well, you two were fighting when I came in last night, so I went to the bar," Scud explained.

"And we met up there, cause I went to get a drink, because I couldn't sleep."

"She has sleeping problems," Scud added, and Janet nodded.

"Right. So we were there and we had a few drinks..." Janet trailed off.

"Spare us the details please," Max ordered.

"What's happening?" Scud asked, still looking confused.

"Asha took Amy," I sighed, sitting on the couch and dropping my head into my hands. "I left after the fight, and you never came home, and they just waltzed right in and took her." Scud dropped on the couch next to me.

"Shit. I'm sorry Lucy."

"Not your fault," I shook my head, holding back tears. Scud placed a hand on my back, trying to make me feel better and for a few minutes everyone was silent.

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