"I want to suck him now!"

"You already sucked him off! It's my turn!"

"Now it's my turn again!"

"No, it's not!"

Normally a threesome would be pleasing to a man. Two sets of everything with extra mouths hungry to please. And if the girls were into each other, that was an extra bonus.

But unfortunately for Dave, he chose the mouthiest ones. He should've known better when they wouldn't shut up at the bar and how they kept talking during the entire cab ride. And a humane killing was slowly escaping his thoughts as the girls argued over his hardened shaft. For fuck's sake…

"No, it's my turn!"

"Uh-uh! You sucked him for five minutes! I counted!"

Just when Dave was getting ready to end his misery and break their necks, one of the women got on top of him and began to ride him steadily as her girlfriend pleasured her. Much better. Much, much better.

But you and your girlfriend are still going to die.

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Walking to her bike, Trish once again had a hand on her gun and a hand on her helmet. Seeing Dave leave with the two women made her feel like the lowest of the low. She was furious that he got to her in the manner he did yet she had an aching feeling of wanting to see him return. What the hell, Stratus? Get a grip. Don't be a silly ho.

When Trish turned the corner, she was once again startled. Dave was waiting for her—on her bike. His chestnut-brown skin radiated against the moonlight. His doe brown eyes invited her in. His body conformed to the bike as if it was made specifically for him. And there was nothing hotter than being surprised by a sexy man on her Harley. "Nice ride you have here."

She rushed to him. She was a distressed that the uncomfortable feeling she wasn't from Dave being on her bike but stopping the incredible urge from asking him home. "You're on my bike, mister."

Dave shrugged and got off the bike. "I'm sorry."

Trish nodded. "That's right. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go home. You should probably go back to your bimbos."

"I told you they were my guests. If you want to know what happened…"

"Spare me the details." Trish shook her head.

"I just saw them home and that's it." He replied. Heaven is home. They can yap all they want up there.

Trish looked at her watch. Dave has been gone for three hours. She didn't know where the women lived but she sure did know the roundtrip was not three hours. "And I bet you're going to sell me a piece of land on the Brooklyn Bridge, huh? Whatever." She rolled her eyes and put on her helmet.

"I want to take you out to dinner, Trish." He stepped aside.

"Why?"

"So we can eat…" He finished.

"Funny." Trish started up her bike. "We'll see."

"How about this? If you can do me the honor of accepting this date, then I promise you that I won't bother you anymore." He said.

Trish turned off her bike. She took off her helmet and shook her head. "What if I want you to bother me?"

Dave felt he needed to catch his breath as he admired Trish's beauty in the moonlight. Her blonde hair shone against the backdrop of the moon. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her face had a soft glow to it. She was stunning; she was mysterious; and he was inexplicably drawn to her.

And that was when Dave knew. Taker didn't choose Trish as a victim. He chose her as a new apprentice to The Family. And with Trish's fiery attitude, Dave knew that turning her wasn't going to be an easy task. Thanks, Taker. I really appreciate it.

Dave walked over to Trish. He put his fingers on her chin and lifted her eyes to his. "Tomorrow night at the Moroccan. I'll pick you up here around eight." He then kissed her right cheek. "I look forward seeing you again, Trish."

For the first time in a long while, Trish was actually happy that someone was in her personal space. If Dave wasn't holding her, she would've collapse.

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Trish waited for Dave as she triple-checked her makeup. She chose a simple eggplant, wrap-around dress and matching heels. Her hair was in a bun and the bangs were lightly framing her face. She purposely arrived at The Wood fifteen minutes early. She needed to have enough time to knock down a couple drinks to calm her nerves.

She couldn't remember the last time she was on a date with anyone, let alone a hot guy. And she has been celibate longer than she wanted to admit. Taking a last glance at her face and checking her watch, Trish's high-wire nerves were calm once she was greeted by a shiny black Mercedes.

Dave stepped out of the luxury car looking like he just came out of a photo shoot. He was dressed in black slacks and lavender dress shirt. Carrying a single white rose, he made eye contact with Trish. She was beautiful before but tonight she was breathtaking.

He walked up to her and stood merely inches from her. "For you." He handed her the rose.

Trish smelled the rose and kissed Dave's cheek. "Thank you."

When Trish and Dave pulled away, they both were fighting to keep their cool. For a split second, the electricity resonated so strongly, they both thought about skipping dinner and heading straight for dessert.

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"So what do you do for a living?" Trish asked as Dave drove to the restaurant.

Dave thought about his answer all week. I kill people for a living. The Family came up with the perfect answer for him that wasn't quite the truth but wasn't quite a lie. "I'm an executive for a Fortune 500 company." Fortune in that I'm rich; 500 for the number of years The Family has existed.

"Oh really? Which one?"

Dave smiled as he thought about his answer. "Target."

"Oh? What do you do there?"

"I'm in Human Resources." That's not really a lie.

"Cool. Well, you already know what I do."

"Not really." Dave said as he turned a corner. "I know that you work at a bar, but I don't really know what you do. What do you do in your waking hours?"

"My waking hours?"

Dave grinned as he knew what he just said sounded anything but cool. "Yeah."

"I'm a student. I'm studying to get my real estate license. I hope to get my Associates Degree in Real Estate Management."

"Ah. A realtor in the making?"

"A broker in the making." She corrected. "Eventually I like to become a lawyer but we'll see."

Ambitious, smart and sexy. I like this one. "You'll make it."

"Thanks." Trish sniffed her rose. "You have good taste. I love roses."

"A rose is a timeless flower." He said. "They're sensual, delicate, simple and say a lot when you don't have to."

"And what are you trying to tell me?" She questioned.

Dave pulled up to the restaurant and looked over to Trish. "You have a purity and innocence about you and I'm humbled by it." He caressed her face. "Ready to go inside?"

Trish swallowed hard as she tried to catch her breath. "Uh-huh."