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IMPORTANT!!! I have redone the endding to Chapter 2 so go back and reread it before you read this chapter! Thank you!

That was a month ago and those words, those eyes of his still hurt me to the core…was I really that awful? Was I such a deplorable person that I didn't even deserve a chance? So coincidentally, I left Aya alone after that. No more stealing kisses. No more whispers in the ear. No more…anything. I sighed, trying not thinking about it, sitting at the bar with a glass of brandy. I didn't drink it, I was on duty after all.

Kriticker had sent us on a mission. The target was a man by the name of Micah Conroy, he was the mastermind of an online child pornography service. The service offered webcam viewings of children doing unspeakable acts as well as picture galleries. However, the most heinous of crimes was the fact that paying members had access to a phone number and that number put them in line to be able to mail order boys for their own use. The children would be victims of kidnapping and they would be dropped off to whom ever bought them then returned after a few days. I really really wanted to kill this man.

That said, intell had found out that Micah had a taste for young boys as well as grown men, therefore Omi and I were the bait. So here we all are, at a popular gay bar named Razor. Omi was scantily dressed, much to Ken's dismay (the ranting he gave was the closest 'proof' we ever got that they were in a relationship), and he was dancing rather seductively on the dance floor. I was at the bar, keeping my eye on the target as well as Omi and hating it, seeing as behind me there was Aya playing the part of bartender.

We all had left at different times so we wouldn't look like some wild glitter posse busting in the club, but I had seen Aya before he left and his appearance all but stopped my heart. He had tucked that vibrant red hair underneath a black bandana and was wearing the club's 'uniform' a black skin tight tee shirt with the word 'Razor' written across the chest in Old English letters in shining sliver. But what really got me were the pants. Panted on dark denims riding so low there was no doubt Aya had to do some serious grooming in the nether regions just to pull off the look and the thought of Aya spread eagle all soapy and…well, yeah…oh my God.

So while I was trying not to crane my neck to ogle Aya or get creeped out by watching Omi's increasingly sexual dance moves I overheard something I was sure I wasn't supposed to hear. Even over the noise, the loud bass beat of the rock song currently playing and the arrogant boasting or laughing by the surrounding drunks, I heard it. It was a soft voice, a feminine voice and one of concern and caring.

She said this, "So how is that one sided love of yours going?"

I raised my brows, my back to the voice, but somehow in my gut I knew who she was talking to so while I wasn't surprised I still felt my heart clinch when I heard Aya's casual answer, "Still one sided."

Aya had this job for two weeks now in preparation of this night so I guess he had made friends. Or at least this woman, whom he felt he could confide in…unless it was an act, a show of pleasantness so he could keep the job. Somehow, I doubted that, though a lot of Bartender Aya was forced, I had a feeling this was more personal then he would want any of us to know about.

I knew I shouldn't be listening, but I couldn't seem to stop myself from straining my ears to hear all that was said. I even reclined a bit, laying my back against the bar's edge as I shamelessly eavesdropped.

The woman continued, "Well I am truly sorry to hear that Brian," Brian? What the hell? That's the alias he picked? He doesn't look like a Brian… "All I can say is that if he is too stupid to notice you, then maybe…well maybe you don't deserve him," of course he doesn't, whatever guy this was he must be a real prick to turn down Aya. Sure, I only noticed him like a little over a month ago, but still I noticed and for this guy not too…he must have rocks for brains. At least I know now why Aya doesn't want to have anything to do with me. He was in love with someone.

Aya spoke, "Maybe…let's not talk about it…"

"Okay okay sorry!" the woman giggled, but it was forced, she clearly wanted to pry some more.

I sighed, who could it be that Aya was in love with? When did he ever go out to meet anyone? Was it an online thing…but I have never seen the man on the computer. Not long enough to strike up a conversation with someone anyway. I chanced a glance at Aya, turning my neck to look at him. He was cleaning glasses, looking at his task while the woman chatted away. I looked back at the target; Omi had made his way over to him and was writhing teasingly around his group of bodyguards.

Conroy looked pleased smiling and winking at Omi as he danced. I even think he licked his lips at one point like a hungry wolf. It was disgusting. After a while though it seemed more like Conroy was trying to pair Omi with one of his guards and once Omi realized that too he shifted his body around so that when he danced if Conroy looked past him he would see me.

I schooled my features, letting my face give off a seductive expression that rivaled Omi's, hell anyone in club for that matter. It didn't take long for the target to catch my eye. He gave me a soft smile and I raised my eyebrow at him, lifting my glass as if to say hi. We did this for some time, playing this flirtation game that would have been fun if this man wasn't a vile human being. Finally he understood that I wasn't going to come to him and he made his way over to me. He waved his bodyguards to stay put which would make things easier on me.

I smiled when he approached me then said, "You must be really hated to roll with that crowd," I nodded my head at the bodyguards.

"No," he smiled smugly and I wanted to punch him in the mouth, "just really rich."

"Hmm," I turned my back to him and leaned over the bar, "Rich men are generally conceited…"

He sat in the stool next to mine and chuckled, "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover," I raised a brow and glanced at him, "Name's Micah Conroy."

I just looked at him, the man was as tall as me, but very bulky with muscle. He wasn't handsome, but he looked like he might have been at one time. It was clear he was into drugs and smoking; his blue eyes looked haggard and old.

I smiled, "My name is Buy Me Another Brandy."

Micah laughed, "You haven't finished that one!"

"Fine, a water," I turned to the bartender and called out, "Hey!" when Aya turned to look at me I slid the brandy back to him and he caught it smoothly like I knew he would, "This taste like shit, get me a water!" he scowled, which looked oddly sexy in the dim light then walked over with a squat glass and the ice bucket, "No ice dude."

Aya stopped then cocked his head, "Who drinks water with no ice?"

I smiled at him and hoped Micah didn't notice it was softer and sweeter than the ones I was giving him, "I do. Now if you please…" I held out my hand.

Aya leaned over the bar and looked at me, just stared into my eyes until I thought I was going to blush. I could hear him pouring the water into the glass, but still he held my gaze, the look was almost, one of longing. But I wouldn't fool myself into thinking it was meant for me…

A watched a slow smirk form on his lips as he pushed the glass toward me then walked away. I picked up the glass and when I went to drink it I felt a single ice cube hit my lips, "The prick…" I grumbled, but took a sip anyway.

Micah chuckled, "You know each other?"

"Not really," I shrugged, "I come here ever so often so we have talked."

"He's cute," Micah looked at Aya with those predator eyes.

I stayed in character though inside I was seething, "I guess…if you like tall lanky guys…"

Micah leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I do…"

It took me a while to figure out why he was saying that with such a seductive voice, but then it hit me. I was tall and lanky. I turned my head to him and smiled sweetly at him, "Is that so…?"

He gave me a smile as well, "That's so."

I knew what would happen now, he would take me home, offer me something to drink then expect me to strip down and do the deed. Good thing I had my own plans in mind…

I came home late, covered in blood and exhausted from the fight. He wasn't as stupid as I thought and he was ready for someone to be undercover to stop his child porn ring. It took all three of us, Ken, Omi and I, to off the guards and finally kill the bastard. Aya stayed at the bar to keep up appearances.

Omi was typing up the report of what went down tonight and no doubt Ken was hovering nearby. I was in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, trying to take off my boots. I had a wound somewhere on my back, I could feel it stretch when I bent. It stung and burned and hurt like hell. I grunted as I got my left boot off and threw it across the room then hunched over taking deep breaths. There was a knock on my door.

"Open it, it's unlocked," I hoped I was loud enough, I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. The door was opened and Aya stepped in, still dressed in his Razor uniform and with a first aid kit. I sat up a little straighter, "Yeah?" I raised my brow.

"Omi said you were injured," damn, but he was the only person I know who could sound like they could give a care even as they asked you if you were alright.

"I'm good," I bent to do my other boot with a groan.

Aya slammed my door and I looked up startled. He walked over to me and knelt at my feet then without speaking, he lifted my leg and started to remove my boot. He finally spoke, "Where does it hurt?"

"My back…" I looked down at him, he looked…well, just as exhausted as me, "but really I am fine."

Aya grunted then pulled my boot off, "Where are you hurt?" he asked again, showing that he wasn't going anywhere.

I sighed, why was he doing this, "My back."

He stood and began to remove my shirt, I didn't have time to change into my mission gear. These clothes, stained with that man's blood were going to be burned. I grunted as I had to lift my arms. Aya stood and climbed onto my bed with the first aid kit, He was on his knees behind me, his hand flat on my back.

"It's ugly…"

"Thanks Aya," I grumbled.

He gave me a little snort then said as he began working on it, "You were supposed to get in and get out. You shouldn't have gotten hurt."

"You can't say anything," I closed my eyes, "you weren't there," despite everything with Aya his hands were comforting, very warm and gentle.

"I read the report, you took your time," Aya sounded angry, "You sleep with him?"

"What?!" I almost yelled at him, "You really have no respect for me do you?!" I stood now very angry, but mostly hurt, "Get the hell outta my room!"

Aya glared at me then said, "I am not done with your-"

"I don't give a fuck!" I was irritated now and I swear to God if he walked up to me I would punch him in the gut.

Aya stood and held his cold glare, "It was only a question. Calm down."

"Calm down?" I looked at him astonished, "You have no idea how saying something like that makes me feel do you?" I know I had to be looking quite pathetic seeing as all my emotional barriers had been crushed. It was an awful feeling knowing that someone had the power to make you falter and lower your walls. I felt exposed and vulnerable.

Aya shook his head with a loud sigh, "I am just asking a question to clarify the timeline of the mission. This isn't personal. I don't care if you slept with that man or not."

I lowered my head and took a deep breath trying to cool down. I didn't know what hurt more, Aya thinking that I would sleep with a man like that or Aya not caring if I did or not. I looked up, "I know you don't care. You don't give a shit about what I do. If I slept with that man, if this cut on my back is cleaned, hell, you probably don't care if I live or die," I scoffed, "Oh wait, yes you would, because it would upset the balance of the team," Aya narrowed his eyes at me, but I ignored the look, "I get it, you think I am some awful lustful skank that sleeps with anything that will stay still enough, so let's not act like friends. You don't like me, that is clear…more than ever now. So just…" I walked over to the door and opened it, "Get out."

Aya walked past me and slammed the door then glared at me and all but hissed, "Don't you dare say I don't care about you."

His vehemence was shocking and he seemed almost angry that I said he didn't care. Again he was acting offended by something I had said. He was confusing me, "Fine Aya, you care…but not in the way I want you too…" I sighed, resigning myself to just tell Aya the truth, "I-I overheard your conversation…I know…I know you are in love with someone…"

He looked startled for a split second then his composure returned and he turned his back to me, "What of it?"

"Nothing, just that I know, so I understand why you don't want to have anything to do with me. I get it so…" I narrowed his eyes at him, "don't play."

"I'm not!" Aya turned back around and looked at me, "You are so dense!" he side stepped me and yanked the door open, it hit me in the back and I winced. He was out of my room before I could think about what had happened and I just let him go. What was the use anyway?

I went back to my bed and sat down. Hearing that Aya was in love actually made me sad. I don't know when my attraction to him shifted from physical to emotional, but the ache in my chest was proof that it had. I wanted him to care. I needed him to care about me. Even if it was just a small amount as long as it wasn't forced. I closed my eyes with a dejected sigh. What has my heart gotten me into?