Author's Note: This chapter contains explicit sexual scenes. If that's not your cup of tea, you might wanna skip down to the last part. Thanks! XD

Game Plan

Seemed like hangovers were the most useless things in the world. All they did was ruin a perfectly good reason to drink, and whenever Regan had awoken with hers, she cussed it in her mind and would've shaken her fist if she didn't think she would've looked like a moron.

The morning brought a hangover to the both of them however, but, being the seasoned drinkers they both were, neither of them seemed to be too tremendously effected by it even if their heads throbbed like crazy, that probably being the worst part of their afflictions. Apparently, they'd both passed out on the couch in the office, and Regan, opening her eyes first, decided right then and there that about the only thing that was going to make her feel any better, besides a lot of aspirin, was a good, hot, shower. She got up from the couch with a slight, soft groan and moved to the door of the room to go take one, leaving Dante passed out and snoring loudly, a snore she was surprised she'd slept through. He could put a lumberjack to shame.

It was about fifteen minutes into her shower that Regan finally started feeling any effects of the aspirin she'd taken, and for the moment, tying to block out any thoughts of Jack's death and simply have a normal morning though it was tremendously hard for her, she started rinsing her hair of the shampoo that had been in it and sighed a soft, relaxed breath. For the moment, it was very easy for her to pretend he was just outside doing what he normally did whenever it was snowing out. That made her feel normal again, allowed her to make it without worrying too much about her overwrought emotions.

The bathroom door opened without notice. Dante walked, or slightly stumbled anyway, into the bathroom and to the toilet, unzipped his fly, and paid no heed to the occupant of the shower, planning on being in and out within a moments notice. After all, he'd done a lot of drinking last night, and now he had to piss like a race horse, aside the slight throb he had in his skull. Still, this was by far not the worst hangover he'd ever had. For a moment, he remembered his precious mop and rolled his eyes slightly.

As he took care of his personal needs, he glanced up and spied the shower curtain through the mirror over the sink, and in those few moments, let his eyes travel over the silhouette of the woman behind it. So this was where Regan had gotten off to? Oh yeah, he could definitely appreciate the curves he saw, he thought for a moment before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping his fly up again.

Turning from the toilet, he had the thought to flush it and let the water get cold, a smirk lining his lips, but he heard the knobs turning and the water going off before he had the chance too. Shrugging, he started making his way back to the door and reached for the knob, hearing the shower curtain opening, which caused him to look back for a moment, brows raised. Regan stood there before him for a brief few moments, completely nude, soaked from head to foot, red hair a damp mass of strands down her shoulders, covering her two twins, and body glistening from the wetness she'd been bathing in.

She apparently didn't know he'd been in there. Dante somehow figured she might've heard him but had too much of a headache to yell at him. From the look on her face, he knew he'd guessed wrong.

Very wrong.

With a startled yell, Regan grabbed the shower curtain again and pulled it shut only a short few moments after she'd opened it, but it had been long enough for Dante to see everything. Not only see everything, but remember it. The woman definitely had a body she shouldn't be ashamed of, he thought to himself. Damn, he'd only come here to take a piss, not to get a peep show. Not that he minded. This place sure as hell had some mixed blessings attached to it.

Cussing and obscenities came from the shower the entire time she was in there, along with a single hand reaching out to grab a towel, and, pulling it back in, Regan pushed the curtain back open just a moment later, towel securely in place around her as she stepped out of the tub, and glared at Dante with a not so happy look in her green eyes.

"Why the hell are you in here!?" She asked him, towel secured in one hand, other hand free to gesture at will.

"Taking a piss and getting an eyeful, apparently," Dante replied casually, lifting a white brow.

"Oh, I see, so that makes it okay for you to just stand there and wait for me to come out? What are you, a wise guy!?"

Dante snorted, amusement evident over her remark, and he told her, "Nope, I was just leaving actually, but you decided to stop me in my tracks, beautiful." He would've winked, but somehow got the feeling she might've tried to poke his eyeball out of his head. "Besides, what kind of man would I be to know a woman's about to get out of the shower and not stop to look?"

"Oh shut up, a decent one if you want to know!," she rolled her eyes, "If you were leaving, then why are you still here?"

"Considering it's not fair."

"What's not fair?" She asked in reply, her tone as vexed as her expression was.

"That I get to see you, but you don't get to see me."

Regan didn't have to think before she replied to that, and she raised her hand up, "Oh, life is unfair, mister, I don't need any favors."

The words had a grin on Dante's face the whole time, and he turned to her completely, a playful look in his eyes that she somehow wondered if she should be scared of or not, "Come on now, babe, you can't say you wouldn't like to get a peep of me, a lot of girls do, and here I am offering it up freely, and you're playing coy."

"Dante Sparda," she decided to use his whole name angrily and treat him like a child since she hadn't tried that method of getting him to listen to her just yet, "I am not playing coy! God, the aspirin was kicking in, and now it's not working anymore." She groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose with one hand.

She heard the shuffling of clothing after she'd spoken those words and opened her eyes, seeing his shirt falling to the floor. Her eyes traveled up his body quickly, across his newly bared chest, and then to his face, pulling her hand from her nose, "What are you doing!? You're not serious?"

Despite the fact that the man had an absolutely perfect chest, not a scar on him oddly enough considering what he did for a living, smooth, defined muscle lining his body, Regan couldn't make herself look at him, only at his face if anywhere, and a slight blush was lighting her cheeks. A little playful, devilish grin was tracing his own lips, and she knew the man would actually do it somehow in that moment as she looked into his icy blue eyes framed by his white bangs.

"Oh hell no," she said, moving toward the door that he stood in front of as he reached for the large, smooth belt buckle of a skull he sported. "Let me out," she demanded, reached for the door as he grabbed her wrist with a grin, and suddenly she actually found it amusing, fighting with him to get to the door as she bit her lip to keep from snickering slightly.

"Come on, sweetheart, I ain't done tryin' to impress ya yet." He chuckled softly, grabbing her arm again and turning her away from the door. She tried to move to the side, clutching her towel tightly so it wouldn't fall, and she grabbed his own hand and pushed it away quickly and then tried to move past him. He grabbed her again however and pushed her back against the wall once more.

It became a bit more serious after that, though not in a demanding kind of way, and Regan stopped smiling, saying, "Come on, let me by," somewhat softly, trying to move once more, but when she came into contact with him that time, something in her snapped. Something in Dante seemed to as well, and they both moved for one another at the same time, their lips meeting in a strong, sweet kiss that made both of them breathless for more.

Damn it, why did kissing him have to feel so fucking good? As their tongues caressed one another and stroked each other, their lips mingled together, she couldn't help but think that, his mouth slanting over hers as the wall came up behind her because of his movement toward it. Regan forgot all about the towel and put her arms around his sides. The result was the loss of the towel over the top half of her body, her breasts pressing against his own bare skin. It felt like a sudden jolt of lightening had surged up through her body, making her nipples immediately harden, and causing her to gasp in her breath quickly, turning her head away from his, suddenly breaking the kiss which had started the same way.

"Dante, wait," she whispered out, breathing heavily, and though she was mortified she'd lost the grip on her towel, she was holding onto him like a vice. Better to do thta than jerk away and let him see something. Right? She hoped so.

Dante's eyes closed. His chest heaved against hers, and a low groan sounded in the back of his throat. The feel of her against him, her breasts pressing and brushing into and against his chest coupled with the little moans he knew she probably didn't even realize she'd made had caused him to become nearly completely hard in his pants. Looked like he was going to have to spend some time alone in the very near future. She was completely soft and smooth all over it seemed, and he was never one to turn down a soft and smooth woman even though she hadn't really offered him anything.

That didn't stop him from turning his head and planting several kissing against her throat, working his way along slowly, his fingers sliding up and down her bare back, finding the edge of her towel. He heard her soft sighing in response to his actions, felt her grip loosen a little, and he pulled the garment back up for her with the thought that his attempts to relax her had worked.

As his lips moved up her smooth skin, to the shell of her ear, he said against it, "I didn't mean for that to happen, Regan."

"Neither did I, I'm sorry," she told him, pushing herself back a slight bit so she could wrap the towel back around her again before he could see her once more. He really was kind and caring it seemed even though most times he came off as a complete jackass with his ways. Realizing that now, she grew a new level of respect for him, and didn't mind stepping in closer to him to put her head on his shoulder and nuzzle his throat a slight bit, brush her own lips against his jaw.

"I guess it's just safe to say we're both really attracted to one another, huh?"

She heard his scoff, and she smirked over it, moving a slight bit to step in closer to him, and that's when she realized something. Feeling her stopping, knowing what she'd realized, Dante finally made a verbal reply to her remark.

"Yeah, enough for you to make me harder than Chinese Algebra."

She said it before she'd realized it, "Shit," and then she glanced up at his face, biting her lip, hoping she hadn't offended him. But he only looked mildly frustrated, partly amused, but even still, she somehow felt badly. Lord knew she didn't want to stop, but she also didn't want things to go all the way. It would've been very bad given the situation, wouldn't it? With a soft sigh, she nodded her head at him and whispered, "I guess there's only one thing to do then."

Dante figured she was just going to go to the door and leave him be so he could take care of himself like he was intent on doing, especially after so long without having had any attention from a woman or vice versa. He would have loved to have just thrown her onto the floor and taken her right then and there, but he had too much respect for her to have done that to her. But he was pretty surprised when she didn't walk past him like he'd expected her to, and instead, got down onto her knees and reached for his already undone belt buckle.

As his zipper came undone, he grasped her wrists, shaking his head, "What are you doing?"

"Making it better," she replied, "just let me do this for you. After everything you've done for me. I don't feel bad about it."

It sounded kinky, he thought for a second, and the promise of her soft lips rubbing up and down against what he'd always deemed his colossal prick since he was probably as well endowed as her horses outside made him even harder in his pants, but even then, he wasn't completely sure he was willing to just let her do that or not.

She'd pulled his pants open though and, unsurprising to him, he heard a gasp coming from her, deciding to lean an arm up against the wall, parting his lips to say something when she beat him to the punch line, "Looks like something I've seen in my stables, sir."

He couldn't help his smirk, replying, "Took the words right outta my mouth, cutie. You know, I don't like taking favors without giving them."

"Dante?"

"Yeah?"

"Just shut up and enjoy it," she told him on a no nonsense tone of voice. Regan had made up her mind, no matter how nicely endowed he actually was, and no matter how curiously turned on she was by the thought of actually sleeping with a man who was as large as he was, she pushed it out of her mind and leaned up only a few moments after she'd said that.

Dante breathed out lowly, eyes fixated on her the entire time, a groan on his voice coming from his throat as he felt the warmth of her smooth lips and her fingers spreading out over his impossibly hard, throbbing flesh, and his only reply was, "Yes, ma'am." After that, he made a low moan when her tongue lapped against a sensitive spot, the underside of his swollen cap, and he added on a more breathless voice, "Fuck yes, ma'am."

Hearing his moans and his pleasure made Regan feel a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She knew this had nothing to do with dating or with feeling attached to someone or any of that kind of junk, but somehow, to her, hearing him being pleased, and pleasing him just felt good to her, in a way almost felt right, like she was attached to him after all somehow. She closed her eyes and sank more of his engorged phallus into her mouth, wondering if she'd ever be able to deep throat him. Or if any woman could for that matter.

The man was too big, wasn't he? Long, as well as thick, and somehow she could only wonder if he'd ever been able to fuck a woman without causing her some king of pain. Nevertheless, she was going to tackle this like the job it was, a big one, and make sure that he found some relief from the agitating sexual frustration she knew he'd been feeling as well as the frustration she'd been feeling herself. It had nothing to do with loving him, wanting him, or even her own needs. They were both grown adults, both attracted to one another, and she'd made a decision, plain and simple

She hoped.

Dante heard a pop of her lips smacking from the capped tip, making him moan out a bit more as she told him, "I have to say it's not a small task."

Smirking slightly, feeling her fingers encompassing him again, her lips sliding back over his hard skin, he looked down to watch her, the sight of her red head of hair moving along the length of his cock completely erotic, and he, of course, had to say something about it.

"Never had one so big, before, huh? Your fucking mouth feels so good though, keep it comin'," he reached down to push his fingers through her damp strands of hair, looking more burgundy than blood red at that moment. It did feel tremendously good to him, she might not've been an expert so to speak, but damned if he cared. "So fucking good. Mmm, suck on it, baby, ugh," he growled out when she actually did as he asked her too, and sucked hard as well, "fuck yeah, just like that. Hot, soft lips."

Damn if he wasn't driving her crazy now. She had a throbbing developing between her legs from his dirty mouth, and she wondered just how far he would go with his words. For the moment, in a way, she didn't really want to find out, just because she didn't want this to go any farther than what it was. But she knew he was probably not going to last much longer the more intent she got on him, the way his muscles were tensing and clenching, and she began to speed up her pace when that happened, giving him exactly what he wanted.

"Goddamn, baby," he cussed, his voice low, breathless, and husky the entire time, "fuck," was all he could think to get out. Not a drop of blood remained in his head apparently, but even still, as if it were natural, he found himself saying, "You're gonna make me come so hard, sweetheart."

Regan slowed down, drew her thick lips along his shaft long and slow with a hard force behind her suction, and the hard lap of her tongue made Dante's fingers form into a fist in her hair. Was she trying to draw this out on purpose? Either way, he thought he could feel his knees buckle, and the warmth of her mouth just intensified the pleasurable feelings.

"Oh, fuck," he drew out long and hard, felt his orgasm sweeping through him, and clutched at the back of her head. He felt himself erupting in her mouth, hoped, since she'd offered this, she wouldn't be pissed at him for it. A typical woman probably would have been. But he was pleasantly relieved whenever she didn't seem to be upset, and took what he had to give her, the second shot also hitting her mouth in a warm splash. "Fuck yeah, Regan," he moaned again, taking several deep breaths, clutching the side of the sink in his hand so hard his fingers had turned white.

Regan didn't mind it. She couldn't say that a man coming in her mouth was her favorite thing in the world, but it didn't make her completely sick either. Though, she did usually spit, the act of swallowing it making her a bit uneasy. Once his cock had popped free of her mouth with a hard suck, took a wad of toilet paper while he recovered and did so, noticing he didn't even really see her. Regan looked up at his closed eyes, his slowly heaving chest, watched him sit on the toilet lid he'd just lowered, and she moved over to him, sitting on the floor before him, between his legs, just looking up at him while he recovered for a few minutes.

"I take it you enjoyed that," she said sarcastically, smirking a little over her joke and looking to the floor. "I just thought it might help a little."

"Help what?," he mumbled out softly, finally opening those icy blues and looking down at her for a moment.

"Well, our apparent sexual frustration. I mean, it's not like we're dating now," she grinned at looked back up at him.

"You don't go blowing random guys at your ranch all the time, do ya?"

"Hell no!" That had definitely struck a nerve. What did he think, that she was some kind of whore now? She sighed and then she stood up, adding, "I thought you understood what this was, but I guess I was wrong. Pardon me for thinking you might've had a single bone of maturity in you."

She turned to walk off when he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. "Slow down there, cutie. I didn't mean that offensively. I was trying to make a joke. I wasn't being serious."

Regan suddenly felt a bit sheepish. She looked over at him, sitting across his lap and then down a bit, "Sorry, I guess I was a little self conscious you might actually think that."

"With the way you've treated me since I got here? I doubt it. Besides, you wouldn't have pushed me away the other night outside the stables, remember?"

"Yeah, I know," she drew out, shaking her head slowly, "just not used to being so attracted to someone, well, okay, I am, but not where I care about them so much. Sadly to say. You'll probably hold that over my head too, won't you?"

"Why?" He asked her seriously, "Doesn't get me anything, well, not that I can think of right now," he smirked. A slow little smile she was fighting also formed on her lips, and he liked that much better than the sad faces she'd had lately. It made him a bit grumpy to know everything that had happened since he'd been here had been caused by things he might've been able to prevent. Or that's how he felt anyway. Then there was Regan, and he figured he knew why she cared about him so much, but he also couldn't say he blamed her at all, without any kind of arrogance or cockiness on his part. He was probably what she felt might've been her only hope at this point.

But, he decided not to comment on it, and instead, changed the subject, "So, what do we do to cure your sexual frustration, hmm?"

Regan blushed suddenly, a blush he hadn't entirely been expecting, and she looked at his face, then stood up pretty quickly, saying, "We don't do anything, we just–," she was then interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Anyone in there?"

Dante recognized Marvin's voice and he said, "Yeah, Marv, sorry, had to take a piss. Be right out."

"Alright, take your time."

Standing himself, getting himself zipped back up, Dante looked at Regan as she'd grabbed the robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door, and he said to her, "This isn't over," before he just opened the door up.

"But, who is...," Regan asked and then trailed off as Dante nodded his head at Marvin and then walked down the hallway. She sighed loudly, walked to the door, and then looked at the new guy. "Sorry, he didn't know I was in the shower, I'm Regan Davison, the owner of this ranch."

She walked past him so he could get in and said, "Oh, you're the one Evelyn keeps talking about. I'm Marvin Holt." He reached out for her hand and took it. "Nice to meet you finally. But, yeah," he nodded to the bathroom.

Regan smirked and nodded her head after she shook his head, stepping back from the door. "No problems, we'll talk later."

"Alright," he smiled, shutting the door behind himself. Regan blew the air out of her lips once he had, as if she were just completely confused, and she was. She had no idea who this guy was, but she sure as hell intended to find out. With a grumble, she went to go get dressed first, and then to find out what had gone on the night before when Dante had been gone.

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Doc was serving tea in the kitchen. He had a tray, settled atop it several tea cups, and he set it onto the table, along with the kettle which he used to fill each cup. Regan took one of the cups of warm liquid and she smiled at Doc, trying to make the man feel nice, knowing that losing a son was a hard burden to bear. Marvin was sitting there, and Evelyn had taken residency in his lap. It was a nicely shiny day outside, due to the snow, not a cloud in sight for the moment, and Regan was enjoying it while it lasted; the forecast told of a blizzard coming in that night.

Dante was leaning up against the doorframe, and Lady was sitting at the table with the others, taking a cup of the tea for herself, joining in on the conversation. Evelyn had a glass of juice to drink, and she was sipping from the straw in it every now and again. It didn't take a moron to see that Marvin had taken to Evelyn, and she, in turn, had also taken to him. In some strange, perhaps sad way, it seemed to work out, and Lady smiled over it, knowing all about Evelyn now and where she'd come from, thinking that maybe they'd both be able to heal through each other.

"So," Lady started after she'd sipped her tea, "you didn't know about the town, Regan?"

"I haven't been there in a month," she said, "just the truck orders coming out here is really the only interaction I've had personally in all that time. I didn't know anything about the people there, but now that I do know, I'd like to get away from here for just a little while, close the ranch down until things can get straightened out."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Marvin told her. He lifted the cup for the quiet little girl on his lap when she was done with her idle sipping and set it back on the table, watching Doc taking a seat for a moment, smirking at Evelyn when she took his hand, and then he added, "My folks used to come up here sometimes to stay at the lodge, but I've never been here myself. I'd hate to see it get destroyed because of the crap going on here lately." He censored himself for Evelyn's benefit.

"Same here," Doc piped up, "Jack would want that too."

The silver haired elder got quiet after he said that and tilted his head down. Dante, who hadn't been looking at any of them really, just staring ahead from where he stood in the doorway the whole time, glanced his piercing blue eyes over in Doc's direction quietly, listening as Doc went on, "In a way, I know he felt like this was his place too, not just yours."

"I know," Regan replied, looking over at him. "But more than this ranch, I'm concerned about Evelyn. She's the one they're really after."

"And you," Lady said, interrupting them, "You're both important. I've never heard of the Gateway or the Sacrifice before, but I'll look it up whenever I get the chance to next."

"Do you think you can find anything?" Regan asked, looking at the bi-colored eyed woman, "I mean, anything important," she amended.

"Trust me, if there's dirt to be had on it, Lady will find it," Dante spoke up finally, completely intent on the conversation despite his apparent lack of attention. "She's the bookworm, not me."

Lady snorted softly, "That's an understatement, unless it has a car or a scantily clad babe on the cover."

Regan grinned at the poke and then watched Evelyn convince Marvin to let her try some tea, smirking over the look on the girls face at the taste of the warm liquid, as if she might've preferred her juice. Marvin chuckled also, and then he looked up, "I can take Evelyn with me, somewhere safe. If you're that worried about her though, maybe it would be best to have someone come along."

"I've been caring for her," Doc told Marvin, "it wouldn't be a problem to simply keep her at my home in the mountains." He looked over at Regan then, "It's remote, not easy to find."

"For a person, Doc, but we're dealing with demons," Regan reminded him, "and I'm pretty sure they'd be able to find her no matter where she went. She's my niece though, and to be honest, I'd rather her stick with me. Though in a way I don't trust myself, not if this gets bad anyway." Regan didn't know how this was going to work, if she was going to eventually become more and more evil, if she'd be able to resist it, or what would happen to her, so she really wasn't sure who Evelyn would be the safest with. In a way she thought it would be best to take Evelyn with her, but in other ways, she also thought they might be better off splitting them up for now.

Marvin watched the woman for a moment, and then handed Evelyn her juice again when she pointed at it, "I don't know what's gonna happen, Ms Davison, but I do know that it seems like a fifty-fifty trade off. I think she'd be safe to go to Doc's home, I'd go with them, and I think she'd be safe staying with you guys. If you want, we could take her for a little while until you see how you feel, and then if things go well, you can come get her. What do you think, Dante?"

Dante sighed, turned, and decided to finally look at all of them. "I think she'd do good with you guys. I'm not really great with kids, so I'd probably be the last person that should take her myself. I also get the feeling Regan will wanna stick around here a bit probably, make sure she's got everything straight, so maybe it's a good idea if she went with you and Doc for now."

"Then it's settled," Doc nodded slowly, looking at Marvin, "We'll all go to the mountains where my home is." He gave a warm smile to Evelyn who popped the straw out of her mouth and then smiled back at him, making both men smirk at the cute little face.

"Alright, but," Marvin looked at Regan, "What about you?"

"I'm fine," Regan said, "I'll figure something out soon enough. Besides, this is my home, after all. I can't just desert it," she smirked. As she spoke, Evelyn jumped off of Marvin's lap and she moved around the table and to Regan who looked down at her. She crooked her finger and Regan leaned in to hear what the little girl had to whisper to her.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

Regan couldn't help her smile, putting her arms around the girl and hugging her, kissing her cheek. "Hey, don't worry about it, Eve, I'm not gonna get hurt, and neither are you. But you get to go see Doc's horses and his house, it's really nice, you'll like it, there's lots to do, even in the snow."

Evelyn smiled as she hugged the woman, then she stood back and turned to look up at Dante. Dante stared back down at her for a moment until she asked him, "Will you be here with her?"

"Probably. I ain't goin' anywhere anyway until I get some payback."

"Okay, then you don't get hurt either." With those words, she hugged his leg, something Dante had started to get used to sort of, and scooted across the floor again and between Doc and Marvin's chairs, looking up at them like she thought they were about to leave right then.

Marvin chuckled, "Not right now, Evelyn, we're not leaving just yet. They still have a few things to take care of here first."

Doc sighed softly, nodding his head, "I have to get the funeral arrangements done." That's when a knock sounded at the front door and he looked up, "Speaking of which, I'll bet that's someone for me now." He stood up and set his now empty cup of tea down, "If you'll excuse me please." The elderly man headed to the door and past Dante, into the main lobby of the lodge, and Marvin also stood up walking to the fridge to get Evelyn some more juice to drink.

As he poured the glass for her, Lady watched him quietly, then she asked, "What about you, Marvin?"

Marvin knew what she was referring to. His own families funeral arrangements, and he shrugged, "I don't think I'll be able to get anything done until things around the town get taken care of. We were both natives, our families both live there, so it's not as if I have anyone else to contact but friends we have out of town, and all things considered, I think I'd rather leave them out of this for now."

"You gonna be okay hauling up with Doc and Evelyn for now then?"

"Just as good there as anywhere else."

Regan frowned over the words, and she opened her mouth to say something when Doc came back and said, interrupting her, "Regan, could you come help me fill out some paperwork? It's the insurance claims."

"Alright, Doc," she stood up and went to the door herself, giving Marvin a friendly smile on the way out, wanting to do something, if only that, to try and make him feel better, though she felt it was pretty futile at that point, and Evelyn became curious and took Marvin's hand, her juice in the other, and began to lead him out of the room with her. Marvin just shook his head at the little girl, but went along without a fuss. As they all left, Lady glanced up at Dante and she tilted her head slightly. Dante knew that look, and he stepped further into the kitchen, sitting in the chair Regan had previously been in which was next to Lady's.

"You don't trust someone."

Dante sighed in a deep breath at her comment, leaning back in his chair and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Not really. What about you?"

"Something feels a little strange to me as well. Could be anything though."

"I don't know," Dante shrugged, "I'm not a family guy, but something's just off about this all. Jack's death didn't feel right when I first heard about it either."

Lady nodded her head slowly, leaning her arm against the back of her chair, pushing her hair behind her ear, "Then what's your game plan, cowboy?"

"Well," Dante started, looking over at her, "I'd actually had a couple of thoughts."

"You sound like you have an idea for me in particular."

That could be if you're willing."

"If it get me a bigger split," she told him with a casual smirk.

The words made Dante cringe a slight bit, "Damn, I'm already gonna have to use what I do make to pay ya back what I owe ya."

"All's fair in work and debt."

"Save it," he rolled his eyes, making his partner devil hunter grin at him.