Hey everyone I would like to apologize for the false advertisement in chapter 4. There was no lemon and for some reason I said there was. So yea… this particular chapter will have attempted rape, language, violence, and almost all that makes it worthy of its rating so beware… rather then that thanks! LOL R&R

TALA POV

"Right…sorry honey," I whispered. The twin smiled as if he'd just won the lottery and despite my horror at what had just happened with Paul only the knowledge that he was a rapist kept my heart from fluttering. The guys were charming, no doubt about it.

"What the hell was that? Were you honestly stupid enough to let your boy friend follow you? You better pray like hell this doesn't affect our mission Wesleyan! Keep Ian interested," the voice in my head growled. Only my overwhelming pain at having Paul witness me like this kept my rage at bay. I let my lips tug into a radiant, blinding smile that mirrored the man I now knew to be Ian Lesan.

"Don't worry about it. With a body like that I'll have to let you slide," he laughed. "But uh actually me and my brother we're thinking of hitting the road," he said casually sliding the hundred dollar bill into my g-string.

"Hey! That was gonna be mine! That bitch didn't even touch ya," the stripper occupying Garrett whined.

"Yeah we'll I'm so hot I don't have to do that kinda shit," I snapped trying to keep my trashy drawl intact.

"Ladies, ladies let's not fight. We have more," Garrett said seductively as Ian plucked six crisp hundred dollar bills out of his wallet. These guys were enchanting but by my immediate impression: complete pretty boys. I couldn't imagine them killing all of those woman, I doubted their ability to even over power them…

"Ohhh. What do we have to do to earn that?" I forged interest.

"Maybe you ladies would want to accompany us back to our place…" he said this lightly, passively, and unless you were truly looking you would never detect the malicious edge to his honey woven voice.

"I ain't no hooker," Barbie barked playfully.

"Hey! Who said anything about sex?" Garrett asked, still casual. Even with their easy going, charming personalities and unbelievable good looks how this insane number of woman could fall for this bull shit is beyond me.

"Oh. Ok then!" the topless woman next to me chirped giddily.

Oh Dear God I could feel myself losing brain cells just being near her.

"Great. What about you?" Ian asked me.

"Make sure you make it obvious you won't sleep with him willingly. Then we have our rape case," Kevin hissed.

"Come on babe. We won't hurt you," Garrett lied smoothly, taking my silence as rejection.

"Ok. I mean if you're not thinking I'm a hooker. I don't sleep with my clients," I drawled in my slutty voice that had a very appealing Latina twang to it that I now realized was my natural accent making its reappearance.

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PAUL POV:

"Paul try and calm down," Sam begged of me. I saw the terror in Jared and Embry's mind as I bared my teeth at Embry. Murderous thoughts flashed through my head as I growled at him.

"How Dare you?" I snarled with loathing.

"Listen Paul I'm sorry but it's hard not to think about it! You know better than anyone how …tempting Tala is…" I lunged for him. I tore at Embry's exposed throat as he made pointless pleas inside his head. I wondered vaguely why Sam wasn't stopping me as I slashed open Embry's neck; then I realized it was because he could imagine and through extension even feel my devastation. The situation was simply too much and the last thing I needed was Embry fantasizing about Tala in her…topless…state.

"Paul. Enough," Sam commanded finally stopping me. It was not him but the taste of Embry's blood that halted me in my movements.

"Next time I will kill you," I promised. Embry whimpered softly but made no attempt to respond. I wished Embry would stand up and just kill me. I wouldn't put up much of a fight; he would be doing me a service by putting me out of this incomprehensible anguish that has seized my body.

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Tala POV:

"This is your house?" I asked the twins. And for the first time tonight I was not faking my curiosity.

"Yep," Ian said, letting the word pop from his mouth and running a hand through his messy black hair.

"Nice," I commented as I looked around the living room. A flawless gold couch was pressed against the wall and two matching leather chairs were encircling the clear, glass coffee table.

"Thanks. Do you girls want a drink?" Garrett piped up.

"No I'm good thanks," I said breezily. I readjusted the shirt I had stolen from some innocent stripper and tried to ignore how uncomfortable the also stolen jeans were.

"I think you should," he pressed, handing Barbie a glass of what appeared to be champagne. Damn I knew that drink was bubbly but… and then it hit me. These guys really couldn't over power all of those women. They needed a little help.

"Don't drink that!" I screamed at her, unable to stop myself. Blondie jumped and the glass tipped in her hand, making the lightly golden drink slosh down her arm.

"What the fuck?" she demanded disdainfully as she placed the cup on the table.

"What?" Garrett chimed in suspiciously. I saw him share a nervous glance with Ian and I scrambled to come up with a passable lie.

"Nothing I just…thought that was the last of it. Couldn't have her taking it all could I?" Garrett raised his eyebrows and slowly handed me the goblet in his other hand.

"Don't worry." He said this airily as I studied my drink and saw the excess fizzing, escalating from the bottom.

"Excellent," I whispered, closing my lips tightly around the glass and pretending to take a swig.

"Hey…isn't that Amber's top?" Ditz to my left hissed, still reeling from the slight accident.

"And what if it is? That bitch owes me," I gaffed, struggling to maintain my light tone.

"You know I don't remember seeing you around before…"

"That's because you're new Ms. Prissy now will you shut up I hardly came here to talk to you," I was taking a shot in the dark here but it's all I had. I prayed she would stay silent and surprisingly she did. For a moment relief flooded me; and then I heard the disgusting slurping noise that showed she was chugging her date-rape doused drink.

"Uh… aren't you thirsty? Drink up," Ian's jumpy voice reached my ears. I knew that the guys were worried. Whatever would they do if she fell to the floor before the drugs kicked in on me? But what was I going to do to save her?

"Right…" I imitated drinking once again as the stripper to my left continued to guzzle the liquid down. Ian flashed a dazzling grin and literally laughed out loud when Garrett began to count.

"In five, four, three, two…and one," he scrutinized. The last number fell from his lips just as bimbo el blonde dropped. Thankfully she fell backwards and landed on one of the chairs but I couldn't focus on that now.

"What the heck that was terrifying," I sang, drawing out the word and awaiting Kevin to inform me of his soon arrival. "Like really terrifying," I repeated when all I heard was static from the earphone.

"Why isn't…" Ian chocked out as he studied me.

"Who cares?" Garrett hissed back, slowly removing a pocket knife from the inside of his navy blue jacket.

"Hey baby, remember when I said I wouldn't hurt you? That might have been a lie," he said these words with precision as he flipped the knife open to reveal a sleek silver blade.

"That's ok. Remember when I kinda…implied I was a stripper?" I said calmly, losing my accent entirely and throwing away the drawl.

"Yeah." Ian responded. They were both visible shocked by my change, and lack of fear.

"Well that might have been a lie too." Garrett turned in his panic to look at his brother and I seized the chance. I kicked my leg forward and didn't wait to hear the clang of the knife on hardwood floor to know I'd discarded it. My arm snapped back as my body tensed for combat. As I let my fist fly forward and connect with Garrett's cheek I managed to deflect a blow to the head. Just what I suspected, pretty boys. Though I had predicted the true nature of these boys was weak I could never guess how amazing hitting Garrett would feel. I could feel the blood gushing beneath my fingers as it flowed from the nose of an unconscious male but I couldn't make myself quit hitting him.

As my nails grazed across his cheek I felt the point of a knife pushed against my neck. Damn it! Rookie mistake. Beyond rookie mistake. I felt the blood being drawn to the surface as the knife point pricked my skin. As if for added effect Ian rammed his fist into the side of my face.

"Who are you working for?" Ian demanded his voice frantic at best.

"None of your damn business," there would have been no true harm in me revealing my orders but for some reason all I could see flashing before my eyes was the look on Paul's face just as he laid eyes on me… spanning Ian. "Just kill me," I said with indifference. I felt how astounded he was and the slacken of the knife as he absorbed the shock. I actually considered ignoring this and letting him regain his grip and slit my throat but I got over this slightly suicidal urge just before I planted my elbow into his groin. He fell over with a grunt of pain and I quickly collected the knife.

"You are pathetic," I told him furiously. You could never rely on preps for a fight, and relying on them to kill you? You might as well hold your breath.

"We're here!" I gave a little start as a throng of people jumped through the door, led by Kevin.

"You see people like you are the reason I retired. I could have died and my blood would have been on your hands," I screeched at him, letting my outrage seep into every word. As two men dressed in identical black uniforms came forward to handcuff the twins (and take them to the hospital) another came forward to rouse blondie from her stupor.

"Ear piece stopped working. You must have got it wet or something," Kevin barked.

"Um…no," I sassed. I was perfectly dry. Kevin shot a look to the girl behind him, Trudy, and she shrugged apparently clueless as to how the malfunction came about.

"Well you did a great job. Now all we have to do is find the bodies of the other victims to prove it wasn't just this one attempted rape. He didn't seem as if he wanted me to stay and search the premise. On the contrary he used this as a particle dismissal. But I wanted to stay; I couldn't face Paul yet.