A/N: I forgot to thank one person in the other two chapters for her idea that I borrowed. So, I'm going to thank her right now for the wonderful creation of Wasteland Brew that has played such a nice role in getting Mira and Razer together. Thanks a bunch RenjiLuvah for the brew.

And thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter two. You guys rock!

X.X.X.X.X.X

A Year Later…

Mira made a small tutting sound as she watched the big screen displaying the race going on at the moment. The brilliant explosion lit up her eyes, but did not bring a smile to her face as it would have a few years ago.

That was too close, Mira thought, biting her lip as she sat in the same box she had sat in with her uncle and cousin ages ago. Even for Razer. What does he think he's doing?

She cheered when Jak blazed past one of the rookies, taking them out with a missile. After being in Kras City for so long, she had decided to give the old boy a chance and he turned out to be brighter than she expected. He had his problems and she had hers and somehow they had found that talking to each other helped. She'd come to find him as a sort of friend. Even Daxter was starting to seem like a friend to her, if only he'd stop pointing out the fact that she looked so much like her cousin.

Mira sighed and brushed back a strand of her raven colored hair. Her cousin was really starting to concern her. She couldn't go anywhere without worrying about whether or not Rayn would have someone attempt to kill her. A simple drink prepared in front of her eyes had to be tested for poison. She sometimes had to go in the men's room with a chaperone because Razer didn't trust that Rayn would be above killing her in the ladies' room. Her life was completely changed just because she had control over half the family business and Razer.

And I didn't ask for any of this, Mira reminded herself, glancing over her shoulder at her two silent guards. Especially these oafs. Honestly, couldn't Razer find someone with intelligence?

She knew she shouldn't be complaining. Razer was doing his best to protect her. He didn't have to. He could just as easily take her out so that he would be in charge of her part of the business, but he was keeping her safe. He was showing her love everyday and when he wasn't out conducting business or racing, he was with her enjoying the simple pleasures of the dangerous city. But half the time she wondered if all he enjoyed was having her on his arm for the cameras and his enemies to see and her in his bed, warming it almost every night. She was like a prime example of a trophy girl.

"I can't watch this anymore," Mira muttered, getting to her feet when Razer's Havoc was pressed against a wall by one of the drivers.

The guards, who had been watching the race, jumped and looked at Mira as she walked past. "Krew, you know you can't go without us."

"Then you can come along if you must," Mira said, glancing over her shoulder at them. "I really don't care if you don't. I can take care of myself."

The guards rolled their eyes and followed her out of the box. Mira suppressed the urge to scream at them. They knew she could handle guns and knives as well as they could, but they still had that doubt that she couldn't handle herself in a real combat situation. Practice situations where her life wasn't really on the line yes, real life situations where things could turn seriously ugly really fast no.

I'll show you, Mira thought bitterly as she led them out onto the street. I'll show every single one of you that I can handle myself for one day. It can't be that hard.

While one guard checked her new vehicle, Mira watched the other guard scan the street for possible assassins. She slowly pulled a gun from her purse and brought the butt of it down on the man's head with as much force as she could. He groaned and fell to the ground at her feet.

"That was easier than I expected," Mira murmured, stepping over him and merging with the crowd before the other guard looked away from her car. "Now, what am I going to do now that I have all this free time?"

Mira smiled to herself. She could do anything she wanted now that she was alone. She could enjoy an hour or two of solitude before Razer discovered that she was missing. There were so many places she wanted to go that he wouldn't have approved of without him accompanying her and now, she was free.

"Razer, I love you and all, but right now I need some alone time," Mira muttered, shouldering her purse and disappearing into the crowd of civilians.

X.X.X.X.X.X

Razer smirked when he crossed the finish line a full thirty seconds before Jak did. Ever since Mira had come back to Kras City, he had gotten his edge back. And he was glad to have it back. It made him feel like a true champion again.

When he got to pit lane, he stepped out of his Havoc and looked towards the wall of civilians. The crowd was roaring at his victory and it was music to his ears. He expected to see Mira's dark haired head in the V.I.P box, but he couldn't see her.

"Sir, we've got a problem," Shiv said, coming over from where his car was.

"Not now," Razer muttered, sticking a cigarette in between his lips and lighting it. "I need to know where Mira is."

"That's the problem boss," Shiv admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "No one can find her."

Razer's eyes narrowed. "What about those two guards I hired?"

"One claims to have been knocked out by her and the other claims to have chased her until he lost her in a crowd of civilians," Shiv stated.

Razer's eyes flitted in the direction of the orange haired man as he rapped his black gloved fingers on the hood of his Havoc. "Get the other two. We're leaving."

"But what about the next race?" Shiv asked.

"What do you think they have rookies for?" Razer glared at the man. "These races are not worth my time. Nor are they even worth yours. Now get the other two and go. We have to find her before she gets herself killed."

"Who's getting herself killed?" an annoying voice asked.

Razer suppressed the urge to throw a knife at the owner of the voice. It was that irritating loudmouth storyteller from the Bloody Hook on the shoulder of the great Jak. Razer personally detested both of them – one for stealing his title as champion, the other for merely opening his mouth – and wasn't planning on changing that. How Mira could go from hating the two strangers to enjoying their company was a mystery he couldn't solve. When she was talking with the two of them and the rest of the grease monkeys that had come with them, Razer left her supervision to his cronies. He could tell that his men didn't like that and that Mira expected better of him, but he wasn't about to kneel before a new boss when she promised him freedom under her control.

"That's none of your concern," Razer said, glancing at the furry Ottsel.

"Mira ran away again, didn't she?" Jak asked with a small smirk.

If Razer were any other man, he was sure that he would have enjoyed slapping that smirk from Jak's face. He simply turned and walked back over to the driver's side of his
Havoc and felt like the small object in his pocket grew far heavier than he remembered.

"She did, didn't she?" Daxter started laughing. "Can't keep the poor girl interested, can you Razer?"

Razer's eyes narrowed at the Ottsel. "I doubt you could hold her interest for longer than a minute."

"Hey!"

"Razer, you know that Rayn's out to get Mira. You shouldn't have let her run off like that," Jak commented.

Now the boy was chastising him? Who did he think he was? Did he not know who he was talking to?

"What I shouldn't have done, Jak, was let you fill her head with childish ideas when she needs to keep her head," Razer corrected, flicking his cigarette away. "She has a future and she doesn't need anyone beneath her to drag her down into the dust."

Jak watched Razer slam the door to the Havoc closed and then moved aside as the red vehicle sped past. Seconds later, three other vehicles tore past, following Razer's car.

"Where are they all going?" Daxter asked.

"To find Mira," Jak reminded his best friend as he headed for his own car.

"And where are you going?"

"We both know where Mira is and Razer won't find her for hours if we don't do something."

"And that's a problem?" Daxter asked, jumping into the passenger seat.

"People could get hurt."

"Oh."

X.X.X.X.X.X

Mira laughed as she flipped Torn onto his back and placed the heel of her boot a half an inch away from his throat, waiting for him to give up. Ashelin and Sig were watching her and oddly, they weren't cheering for their best friend. They were cheering for her as they had been for the past fifteen minutes.

Mira couldn't remember what had made her want to fight the rough voiced man. She was sure that it had something to do with him doubting her ability to take down anyone with his skill. If it had been that, then she felt that it was a just cause for her to start pounding on the older man to make him see that he wasn't all that. If it wasn't, it was still good to prove to him that he wasn't so mighty.

"All right, I give. I give," Torn said, holding his hands palms up in surrender. "Now get off me."

Mira smiled and put her foot back on the floor. "Was that so hard Torn?"

Instead of giving a clear answer, Torn grumbled something under his breath and flipped to his feet. With a mean glance at her and the other two, he walked out of the room to sulk by himself.

"Oh the poor boy," Mira commented, pulling out her ponytail and letting her hair fall about her shoulders. "I think I bruised his ego."

"There's a lot to bruise there, so he'll live," Ashelin said, watching Mira like a cat would watch a mouse before it pounced. "But if you keep beating him, you might not."

Mira shrugged her shoulders and let out a little shriek when Ashelin pounced on her. Ashelin was all fists and feet and Mira could hardly find an opening to fight back. But Ashelin's blows were softer than they would have been if she was actually meaning to pound someone into oblivion, so Mira knew she wouldn't be hurt too badly.

"Awesome! Chick fight!" Daxter's voice rang out above the laughing of Sig and the fighting sounds of the two girls. "I bet five Orbs on…let me see…Ashelin."

Mira looked up when she had Ashelin pinned temporarily underneath her and saw Jak and Daxter watching her. She could tell by the look on Jak's face that he knew she wasn't supposed to be here right there.

Oh great, he's going to lecture me again…Mira thought with a frown as Ashelin broke free and attacked her again. I thought I got away from that when Uncle died, but no! Razer lectures me. My stupid guards lecture me. My friends lecture me. My enemies lecture me. Whose next? Is my car going to lecture me?

Ashelin straddled Mira and put a hand on her throat, squeezing firmly. "I win."

"I know. But that doesn't do anything for your boyfriend's ego," Mira pointed out in a whisper.

Ashelin smiled and jumped off of Mira and walked away, smiling at Jak as she passed him on the way out. Mira flipped to her feet and dusted off the seat of her black pants before looking at Jak again.

"Let me guess," she began slowly. "You're here to tell me that Razer has discovered I'm missing and that he's out in the city looking for me like an insane person. Right?"

"Mira, this is the third time you've run away this month," Jak pointed out.

"Because I can't stand being cooped up in the house or that stupid little box in the stands, surrounded by people who really don't care what happens to me as long as they get paid. Jak, it's suffocating!" Then she frowned. "I feel like I've said this to you before…"

"You have," Daxter pointed out, jumping from Jak's shoulder. "But Jak just doesn't listen to people anymore these days."

Jak rolled his eyes and walked over to the bar that Mira was leaning against. "Mira, Razer's only doing this because he wants to protect you. He may not be thinking about how you feel about all this, but he's doing his best."

Mira sighed. "It's hard to believe that none of you like him. You're always saying how much he wants to protect me, how much he loves me –"

"Even if he doesn't act like it," Sig finished for her. "What you need is some protection, girl. Some serious fire power like a Peace Maker or something."

"I'm very happy with my Coil Gun, thank you."

"But a Peace Maker would make everyone think twice about bothering you," Sig insisted.

"That gun is bigger than me Sig. I couldn't even lift it if I tried."

Mira watched Sig try to think of another weapon she could use. She liked him almost more than she liked Jak because he was always trying to help her protect herself against others without putting anymore guards on her. He actually listened to her most of the time and coached her on how to handle her weapons to achieve the maximum results. Without him, she knew she wouldn't be alive that day.

"Mira, I have to take you to the Bloody Hook," Jak said, breaking into her train of thought.

"What?" Mira was startled by the idea. "Why?"

"Razer will probably go there and I want him to find you there, safe and sound, so no one has to get hurt. You can talk to him about your problems later."

Mira bit her bottom lip. "I don't know what to tell him."

Jak and Sig exchanged looks.

"You haven't told him about it yet?" Sig asked.

"No. I haven't." Mira admitted, nervously rubbing her arm. "I don't know how to approach the topic. I've never had to do this kind of thing before."

"You've got to tell him Mira."

"But Jak…" Mira flinched mentally when she realized she was whining. "He'll become even more obsessed with my protection if I tell him! I'll never see the sun again! I can't tell him!"

"It's going to be pretty obvious sooner or later," Daxter pointed out, putting a hand on his stomach when it grumbled. "You'll look kinda…fat, y' know."

Mira sent him a withering look. "Shut it Dax!"

"Mira, you're going to have to talk to him like civilized adults. Maybe you can work something out that won't be so 'suffocating'. You just have to give it a shot," Jak stated. "Now, c'mon. Let's go to the Bloody Hook and get this over with."

Mira frowned and jumped when something heavy was placed around her shoulders. It was just Sig's arm giving her a one armed hug though.

"See ya later, cherry," he said.

Mira nodded and walked out after Jak and Daxter, silently saying goodbye to the sun.

X.X.X.X.X.X

Razer brought a cigarette to his lips as he walked into the Bloody Hook. His boys had already checked the place earlier, but he had a feeling that Mira had counted on that. It wouldn't have been too hard for her to wait outside until after they searched the place and then sneak into the dingy bar, all the while thinking that she'd never get caught until she wanted to be caught. Well, he was just too smart for her.

Sanders was standing behind the bar and gave a slight nod to acknowledge Razer's presence. Razer walked over to the bar and waited for the old bartender to walk over to him.

"What can I help you with Razer?" Sanders asked with a small smile. "Some brandy? Maybe a little scotch?"

"No." A drink would be good right then, but he didn't have time for that. "Is she here?"

Sanders nodded and pointed at a booth across the room, tucked in the corner. "That racer Jak brought her here and then left."

Razer frowned at the news and followed the man's finger in the direction of the booth. He saw Mira's head was bowed like a person who knew they were guilty of something they were ashamed of.

"Thank you Sanders." Razer muttered, walking over to the booth.

"Anytime," was the reply of the old bartender before he went back to work.

Mira did not look up from her hands when he slid into the seat opposite of her. Razer could see the frown pulling at her lips and felt that it was correctly placed there. She had given him a lot of hell in the past two hours and he was going to have to think of a creative punishment for her.

"You're mad," Mira mumbled when he didn't say anything for a moment. "At my actions which you consider stupid and reckless."

Razer simply blew out a ring of smoke, watching the small cloud of smoke hover over Mira's head. A small scratching sound made his eyes flit down to the scarred wooden table between them and land on Mira's fingernails which were scratching at the wood as she flexed her fingers. If she wasn't careful, she would end up bleeding.

"You really don't have any right to be mad though," Mira said softly. "You know I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself when I have to. You know I don't like having guards around me all the time, telling me where I can and can't go. I thought I had escaped that life when I started dating you. Perhaps I was wrong…"

"I could leave you completely vulnerable to attack at anytime, Mira," Razer pointed out. "There'd be a chance that you'd end up dead and then Rayn would become the full crime lord of Kras City, but if you're willing to chance it…"

Mira's green eyes snapped up to meet his dark blue ones. Anger burned there and Razer was amused by it. That girl had a temper to rival Rayn's.

"You'd never let me try to be on my own. Not even for a minute," Mira hissed. "What good is the training you put me through if I don't get a chance to use what you've taught me?"

Razer watched Mira move her head a fraction of an inch and a moment later a knife whizzed past his head. It quivered as it embedded itself in the wood next to Mira's head. She didn't even flinch.

"What I taught you is only to be used if the guards I placed around you or I am busy fighting someone. You shouldn't have to fight if you don't have to."

Mira rolled her eyes and pulled the knife out of the wood next to her head. She slammed the blade into the table, just a few centimeters from Razer's right hand.

"Because I'm a lady, right?" She laughed dryly. "I am far from a lady."

"Well, that's news to me." Razer said, sliding a hand under the table and squeezing her knee. If he stretched the hand farther out, he could touch her thigh and he felt her stiffen at his touch. "You looked like a lady when you were in my bed. And in the garage and the shower…"

Color flushed Mira's cheeks and she knocked his hand aside. "Shut up Razer!"

Razer smirked. She was a lot of fun to play with when she was trying to be mad at him. She became almost irresistible…but no, there was time for that later.

"As it stands, you still need to be punished for all the times you ran away from your guards," Razer pointed out. "You've managed to delay the punishment so far by distracting me, but no more. I've decided your punishment."
Mira's eyes widened in horror when he smirked. "Oh no. Not there! Anywhere but there!"

"Yes there." Razer slid out of the booth and leaned close to her. "And you will behave like a lady, my dear."

Mira glared at him and got to her feet, straightening her shirt. "I have no choice, do I?"

Razer smiled and slid an arm around her waist. "None whatsoever. Now take your punishment like a good girl."

Mira growled threateningly and tried dragging her feet, but Razer kept a firm arm around her and dragged her to the door. He had a feeling that she had mouthed to Sanders for help and was glad that the old bartender knew better than to stop him. Carefully, he maneuvered Mira out the door and out onto the street where his Havoc waited.

X.X.X.X.X.X

Mira sat silently at the table that was covered in white cloth and shining silver utensils with her arms crossed. She was chewing on her tongue, thinking of what she could say that would get her out of this place as quickly as possible. She was definitely not in the mood for coffee and delicate little pastries. She knew it and she knew that Razer knew it. But this was her punishment and she was going to suffer through it for as long as Razer kept her here.

"Don't you like your coffee?" Razer asked and Mira could hear the smugness in his voice.

"The coffee is just fine," Mira muttered, having not taken a sip of it yet. "Now, I have a question for you."

"Do you?"

Mira nodded and started turning the cup of coffee around in her hands. "What have you been hiding from me for the past week? And don't you lie to me and say that you're hiding nothing. I know you are because you took Mara away one day and were gone until late at night. What are you hiding?"

Mara was Mira's best friend from school. She was two years older, but looked exactly the same as Mira so people regularly confused her as Mira's older sister. And she harbored the same hate for Rayn as Razer and didn't trust him or Jak. But she'd been a good friend to Mira for as long as they knew each other.

"Why don't you tell me what you're hiding first?" Razer suggested, taking a bite of one of the pastries on the dish in the middle of the table. "There's a rule I follow and it is: ladies first."

Mira looked confused. "What are you talking about? I'm not hiding anything. You see unlike you, I tell the person I love everything."

"Not everything. There is something that you and your friends know and I don't. You know I do not like to be kept in the dark Mira. So it would be wise for you to tell me before blondes and vermin get hurt."

Mira's lips tightened into a thin line. She hated it when he threatened to hurt her friends. If she didn't tell him what he wanted, he'd escalate to threatening to kill them and if she didn't tell him then, he'd check his guns and start for the door. And she didn't want her friends to get hurt over something stupid like what she was hiding.

Calming herself down, Mira brought her cup of coffee to her lips. "Hmm…"

"What?"

"I was just wondering if you'd want someone to carry on your legacy," Mira muttered, not meeting his gaze directly as she fought to keep her face expressionless.

Razer's eyebrow quirked up. "What are you talking about? No one can carry on my legacy."

Mira shrugged her shoulders slightly. "If they were a copy of you, they could. If they had your last name, they could."

Razer leaned forward and placed a hand over her cup before she could bring it to her lips again. "Mira, what are you implying?"

Mira pushed his hand away. "What do you think? You're going to be a father," she said calmly, taking another sip of her coffee. "Mm…this is good."

Mira wanted to laugh when she saw the stunned look on Razer's face. She could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he tried to process what she had just said. He closed his mouth to signal that he had just processed it.

"You're pregnant." It was a statement, not a question.

"I believe I just said that." A smile wanted to turn up the corners of her lips, but Mira controlled her expression. "But not exactly in those words."

"How?"

Mira rolled her eyes and set the cup down. "Do you really need a science lesson? I thought you knew how babies were made, but…You see you need a man and a woman and –"

"I know how babies are made Mira. But how could you get pregnant?" His eyes grew suspicious. "Is it someone else's?"

Mira propped her chin up on her hand. "Razer, I was with you the whole time. You know, what we did so many times was bound to have a consequence or two. This just happens to be the consequence of our actions."

"It's mine then."

"He is yours." She smirked at his quirked eyebrow. "I know it's a boy even though I've only been pregnant a couple of months."

A smile spread across Razer's face. It was a small one, but at least it was a smile. "I'm going to be a father."

Mira nodded and let her smile appear. "You're going to be a father. We're going to be parents."

If Razer were any other man, he would have jumped up and hugged her as tightly as he could. But he was Razer and was too macho to do that, so he simply took her free hand in his and rubbed the back of it gently with his thumb.

"You should have told me first," he murmured.

"Mara would beg to differ. She says that the best friend should know first and then the father of the child. But she was a big blabber mouth and told Jak and his friends before I got the chance and then the racing season started and I couldn't find time to tell you," Mira admitted, glad that he wasn't mad at her for withholding this important information.

They sat there, looking at one another and not talking. Mira felt too happy for words. Razer simply wouldn't voice his happiness because he was Razer. But both simply knew that they were happy and felt just a little more love for the other.

"Oh, am I interrupting something? So sorry," said the only person who could ruin their happiness in the café they were sitting in.

"Rayn, go away," Mira muttered wearily, sliding her hand out of Razer's grip as he pulled his hand back across the table. "I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap today."

"That's fine. I just came over to tell you that your dream team better not disappoint me this racing season because I refuse to lose money for their crappy racing," Rayn said, eyeing Razer beadily.

Oh yes, she had gotten over him. Well, partially. She still wanted to kill Mira for having control over him, but that was as far as she went these days.

"The people want action and they better get it or I will start hiring professional mercenaries to liven things up out there before the viewers pass out from boredom," Rayn continued. "I want to see more spectacular kills and explosions tomorrow and for the rest of your racing career, Razer. Do you understand?"

Razer smirked and lit another cigarette. "I believe you should discuss it with my boss, Krew."

Rayn's lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. "See that it gets done or you won't make it to the finish line one of these days."

With that, she turned and stormed away, her hips swaying as she threaded her way through the tables. Mira shook her head as she watched her cousin leave, wishing things could have turned out differently for them. She didn't like having her cousin hate her after all these years.

"Razer, can we go home now?" Mira asked, trying to keep the pleading tone out of her voice.

Razer nodded and signaled to a waiter to bring the check.

X.X.X.X.X.X

Mira felt Razer's hand caressing her arm as she lay with her back to him. She could feel his chest rising and falling against her back, but knew that he was as awake as she was. She had tried to go to sleep after they had come home, but she just couldn't. Something was bothering her.

"You never told me what you were hiding from me," she whispered.

Razer's hand paused for a moment on her arm before it resumed its earlier activity. "I'm not hiding anything that does not need to be hidden from you."

Annoyance flashed in Mira's eyes when she felt his lips touch her shoulder and she rolled onto her back so she could look at him. "Nothing in this relationship needs to be kept hidden from me. I thought that I told you that I wanted you to be completely honest with me when we first started going out."

"I don't recall making any promises."

Mira crossed her arms over the blankets and shrugged his hand off of her. "If you hide one thing from me, what's going to stop you from hiding something more serious from me? For all I know, you could be sleeping with my best friend or that blonde girl who hangs out near pit row during the races."

Razer smirked. "Yes. I have found your friend quite attractive and have slept with her a couple of times. As for that blonde girl, I have found that someone with no brains can make love far better than someone with brains. I'm planning on moving her in tomorrow."

Mira did not laugh at his joke. She didn't find it funny at all. She found it very irritating and was steadily becoming more pissed.

"So, you think this is a joke? I'm pregnant with your first child and you want to joke with me about sleeping with other women instead of telling me what you're really doing behind my back." Mira glared at the ceiling. "That's not a very smart thing to do Razer."

Razer cocked an eyebrow when she did not smile or look at him again. "Mira."

Mira ignored him and rolled back onto her side so that her back was to him.

"Mira."

Still she ignored him.

Razer grabbed her shoulder and forced her onto her back once more. Her hand came flying out of nowhere and connected with his head. He was stunned for a moment.

"I told you that wasn't a smart thing to do," was all Mira said in a flat monotone.

Razer clenched his teeth and sat up, throwing his legs over the side of his bed. He had to force himself to remember that he loved her with his entire being so that he could stop his killer instinct from kicking in. She was no good to him dead. If she died, he knew his life wouldn't be worth living anymore.

"Mira…"

"What do you want Razer?"

She sounded tired, but Razer knew better than to hope for her to fall asleep before she knew what he was hiding from her. Just as she had struggled to find the words to tell him that she was pregnant, he was struggling to find the words to tell her what he had planned on telling her for the past week. It was something her best friend had been bugging him about every time she caught him alone.

Funny thing was it was a lot easier to think about it than it was to put words to what needed to be said.

"Mira…"

Mira sat up, hugging the sheet against her chest. "What Razer? You can tell me anything. You always could."

Razer fished around in his pocket for what he needed. A small box was pulled out of his pants pocket and he stared at it for a moment in the darkness of his room. He had to do it now, even if it wasn't the most romantic of settings or times.

Slowly he turned and he heard a sharp intake of breath on Mira's part as she noticed the box in his hand. Razer met her eyes for a moment before he looked back down at the box. He opened it carefully to reveal the ring nestled inside.

"Razer…" Mira breathed, putting a hand over her mouth.

"Mira, I am not going to flatter you with romantic garbage like other men do in similar situations," Razer declared, looking at her firmly. "I will simply tell you that I want you and ask if you will have me for as long as I live."

Mira slowly lowered her hand, but her eyes remained wide. "Razer, I don't know…"

"The answer isn't hard Mira. It's yes or no. Even Jak's grease whore could answer this kind of question if she was asked it."

Mira didn't particularly like Kiera, so the jab at her intelligence didn't irritate her in the slightest. She nodded. "I'll marry you."

Razer smirked and slid the ring onto her finger before pulling her close to him and crushing her lips with his. Now this was what he called romantic. And it was another thing to make Rayn just a little bit more pissed at her cousin, but he wasn't about to let that blue haired bitch get in between him and Mira. Not while Mira was pregnant with his son and certainly not while he was still living and breathing. She'd just have to wait or die making a foolish effort to remove Mira from the picture.

"Razer, I love you," Mira whispered when his lips made their way down her neck.

"I know."

And Mira knew that that was his way of telling her that he loved her as well. She smiled and let him lower her back onto the pillows, glad that something was finally turning out right for her and him.

X.X.X.X.X.X

A/N: And so ends another chapter of this freakish story. I've decided that I'm going to make it a four shot with an unhappy ending. What kind of unhappy ending do you think it is? Tell me. I really want to know if you're anywhere close to what's going to happen.

Also, tell me what you think about this story because I'd like to know what you think of the characters in it. Let me know who you hate, who you like, who you don't give a damn about. Just tell me something! Thanks! ~ Scarlet