CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Lamika sighed, staring at the bottle of Mountain Dew before her, finally opening it and taking a swallow. She groaned, hating this and rolled over on the bed. She reached over onto the nightstand and automatically pressed play on the CD player, blasting Puddle of Mudd's 'Control' throughout the bedroom and put it on repeat.

They were back in Washington D.C., this time at David's actual home instead of a hotel. Which begged the question: Why didn't he stay there before? Lamika had figured he didn't want to be surrounded with memories or something.

She pulled the blanket up over her head, sighing again. For the past three days since they'd arrived, David had been quiet, which made her assume something was up. Now that they were back in Washington, she was suck inside until it was time for the attack, her ass automatically on the line if she stepped out the door.

"Fuck…" She groaned, reluctantly pulling her butt out of bed and hit the shower. After wards she just pulled on her camouflage pants and a tan tank top, bouncing around the room, not wanting to go outside her room, not wanting to see David period.

She had a lot of pent-up energy, partially due to the fact that she had spent a few days sexually frustrated until finally just burying herself in a tub full of cold water. "CHRIST!" She shrieked, knowing the music would cover it and opened the window, pulling a pack of smokes she'd lifted off of a stranger in the airport and leaned her head out, lighting up.

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David groaned, slowly opening his eyes and groaned some more, hearing the loud music blasting from Lamika's room. He slowly rolled out of bed, rubbing the back of his neck. Another sleepless night thanks to a nightmare about Sammy.

"Sam…" He murmured.

He did his morning routine and headed downstairs, contemplating eating something then decided against it, not really hungry anyways. He hadn't been hungry since stepping foot inside his house. Just to keep his mind off of his nightmare, he selected a DVD and popped it in, dropping down on the couch, trying to relax.

"How long are we going to be here?" Lamika asked flatly from behind him, arms folded across her chest as she stared down at him.

"Until it's time." He replied, not bothering to look up at her. "Why?"

"Never mind." She muttered. She was getting bored, traveling and always being cooped up in one place or another was getting on her nerves. Lamika was by nature someone always on the move, which is why the street life hadn't overly bothered her, but it was coming and going as she pleased generally. She raked a hand through her hair. "Enjoy your flick David."

"Mika, wait." David stood up, stopping her from heading back upstairs. "You made the decision to say here with me. You made the decision to help me stop these fucker, but we're waiting for the perfect moment. Once it comes, we'll do it. You wanna go out now? Fine, go ahead. But you know your ass in on everyone's hit list right now." He reminded, gently but firmly.

Lamika had been pretty mellow for the past three days but several factors were already riding her nerves to the edge so she blew. "Because of you! If you'd of just let me pay for the damage to your car that night I wouldn't be in this position!" She snapped, backing away from him.

"Nobody is forcing you to stay here!" David's temper was quickly on the rise now, backing away as well, knowing he'd either kiss her breathless or knock her the fuck out. "You want to go? GO! Go, Lamika! I'm not keeping you here against your will! You gave me what I needed to know about Sammy! You don't like it here then leave and don't let the door hit you on your ass on the way OUT!"

Staring hatefully at him, she pulled a black bandana out of her back pocket and flashed him a hand gesture that was definitely not friendly, masking the hurt she was feeling. "Yeah David, I gave you what you NEEDED didn't I?" She snarled, hocking a wad of spit at him before storming out of the house.

It'd been brewing between them and had finally exploded. David sighed, shaking his head. He'd been waiting for it and could only hope she didn't get herself killed. "What am I supposed to do now Sammy?" He asked the silence around him.

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Lamika was having a seriously bad first day back on the streets. She'd stopped to check her pockets to make sure she brought her knife and petty cash only to wind up being knocked out, AGAIN.

When she came too she was surrounded by her old set, apparently they were deciding what to do with her. Then came the deal. She was now pacing the floor in the basement, scuffing the dirt with her shoes, debating on what to do. She had an hour left to decide and sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "Fuck him…"

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David had sat around all damn day being worried about Lamika and wishing she'd come back already. He didn't know why he was worried other then the fact that she was back out on the streets terrified him.

Sighing heavily, he scrubbed his face with his hands, knowing he had to step up the plans. He wanted to take out those bastards fast and hard, not wanting them to know he was coming. "This ends TONIGHT." He said aloud, getting to his feet.

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"You ready to talk yet?"

Lamika looked up at the new set leader, Justine, walked down the steps and folded her arms across her chest, keeping silent.

"Come on Mike, ya know I don't wanna hurt you. I actually like your double crossin' ass. That and you could still have a place here, we could still use someone with your talents. You don't talk and you go straight to Them. They wanna know what you told Leviathan." Justine said, snapping her fingers coldly.

"Get bent."

"Wrong answer." Justine stepped back to let the other handle business, shaking her head. "What a waste… send her off, with a note sayin' we're sqaure now, we don't owe 'em jack shit now. I ain't messing with Leviathan any more, not if he's really back."

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Stepping out into the night, David wasn't David anymore, he was Leviathan, a mean and heartless sonbitch. He and the men he'd dug up were not more then two hundred feet away from the 'camp' Lamika had described, all wearing black and packing some sort of weapon.

David favored his knives.

"Let's get this done." He said in a low, eerily calm voice that carried to everyone around him even though it was barely audible.

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Lamika groaned, flinching when cold water was splashed on her. She tensed, remembering where she was and what had happened before passing out. Upon being delivered to Them, she'd instantly been interrogated, with a straight edged razor blade. She managed to keep her mouth shut, except to scream in pain, until she blacked out. She tried to move but found she couldn't, looking up to find her hands tied above her to some kind of metal pole. That wasn't good, last time she'd been in this position… Her eyes snapped forward.

"What'd you tell him Mikey?"

Lamika shook her head, not saying a word. She might've hated David but she hated these fuckers even more. She screamed when she felt something hotter then Hades pressed against her left shoulder blade.

"Now, let's try this again…."