"I'm going to kill this bitch… I'm gonna kill her." Ian growled to Liam. They'd been parked outside some skeezy bar in the lower east side of Manhattan for almost 2 hours. He'd been having Lauren followed by 2 body guards wherever she went, for her own safety… But, then he'd got a call.

"Hey uh, boss? Uh, you mighta wanna get down here." Said an Irishman's voice on the other end.

"Why what's wrong? Is she okay?" Ian said worriedly. He and Lauren had come to New York for business and she'd told him she was going to go meet up with some friends while he met with some "clients". He'd reluctantly agreed, but only if she took the body guards he'd assigned with her.

"NO WAY IAN! God, we're in America for christ's sake!" Lauren yelled.

"Exactly. America. The land of "Where shit CAN go wrong, WILL go wrong. Now either take the guards or stay in the hotel. It's up to you." He said bluntly. End of discussion.

"Oh, your rules?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah, my rules, Love." He'd said kissing her grumpy forehead before sweeping out of the room.

"Uh, yeah she's fine boss. More than fine really. You really gotta get down here though. I think she's pretty wasted or somethin'" the man drawled.

"What do you mean, wasted? Go fucking get her and bring her back to the hotel then you fucking imbusile." Ian said irritated. He was right in the middle of a business negotiation for christs sake.

"Uh yeah, the guy she's with might have a problem with that, Boss."

Ian froze. Man?

"WHAT MAN?"

"I dunno, some blonde haired fella. He's a Brit from the sounds of it."

Ian hung up the phone. "LIAM! Get this shit outa here, we gotta move!" He ordered loudly.

"Aye." Liam responded.

An hour later him and Liam were parked out in front of the dive bar Lauren had been in for the last 2 hours.

"I'm going to fucking jail, 'cause I'm gonna KILL this BITCH!" Ian said, absolutely irate. He loaded the magazine into his gun.

"Aye, brother what the fuck did ya bring that for, eh?" Liam asked surprised.

"I told you. I'm gonna kill her. Her and her little boy toy."

"Man, you ain't gonna kill her—"

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Ian asked, thoroughly annoyed at his friend. Seconds later he froze. "Here she comes…get down! GET DOWN"

"What the fuck? You want me to get under the car?" Liam asked.

"Is that her?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know you told me to duck down!"

"Who's that man she's with?"

"I aint got a clue… Never seen him 'round before."

"FUCK! She's kissing him."

"Nahhh—"

"SHE'S KISSING HIM, JACKASS."

"Fuck." Liam swore as Ian cocked the gun preparing to jump out of the car.

Ian strode right up to her grabbing her hair. She gasped.

"Ian I—"

"Hello Love," He growled into her ear pointing the gun at the man's head. "Miss me?" and within seconds the man and his brains were scattered over the sidewalk. Lauren screamed, Ian ignored her. He was busy dragging her by her hair back to the car. He opened the back door looking at her tear-filled brown eyes before bringing the butt of his gun smashing down on the top of her head.

He shoved her limp body into the back of the car. Liam was right, he could never kill her, but he'd be damned if another man touched what was his…