Reynolds Intermission

Alexander Hamilton. Alexander fucking Hamilton. James had never met him personally. Why would he have? The second Charles had told him the asshole's name, he'd had his father's men launch an investigation. Hamilton was nothing but a bastard immigrant from a shitty island in the middle of nowhere. What made him think he was worthy enough for his Lorin? How could she stoop so low as to date some pathetic immigrant who probably couldn't even speak English?

He had to win her back. Not just for him, but for Maria. There was something missing in their relationship without her, and it wasn't just the sex. No, it was something far more than that. James missed having control over someone. There wasn't much he could make Maria do. She actually had a mind of her own. She lived life her own way, not giving a fuck about what people expected of her.

Lorin was different. She needed direction. She needed someone to tell her what to do. She was, by nature, a true submissive. And she was a damn good one at that, if you ignored the few times she had tried to talk back or disobey an order. She blindly followed his lead, doing what was expected of her. She had fallen into her role easily, doing whatever he had asked of her and letting him do whatever he wanted.

And she was pretty damn beautiful, with her sandy hair that flowed down her back in waves and her beautiful gray eyes. She had mentioned wanting to cut her hair once and donate it, but he refused to let her do that. That hair was his. Every part of her belonged to him. Every lock of beautiful hair, every freckle on her body, every single eyelash was his. She was his and his alone.

He didn't care what Maria said. She wasn't the one who had found Lorin hopelessly drunk at one of Thomas Jefferson's pathetic parties. From the second he saw her across the room, curled up in a reading chair holding a book upside down, he knew he had to have her. And he did. He had taken her upstairs to one of the dozen guest rooms at the Jefferson estate and fucked her senseless. She hadn't put up much of a fight. That meant that she had to have wanted him as much as he'd wanted her. No matter how much she'd tried to cry rape the next day, he knew that she had wanted him. Besides, nobody would believe her. She had been drunk.

They started dating that very day. He had managed to sweet-talk his way into her heart with compliments and expensive gifts, which she had stupidly tried to refuse. He'd had to slap some sense into her, quite literally. Nobody ever told him no, especially not his girl. He could see that she had to be trained in the art of submission. She had to learn her place. She had to learn that a woman's job was to do nothing more than serve her significant other, to pleasure him.

He missed the sound of her voice, soft and quiet and melodical. He missed the feeling of her beautiful brown locks slipping between his fingers as he planted kisses on her perfect neck, leaving marks that claimed her as his. He missed being intimate with her, their bodies flush against each other as they rolled around on his bed, feeling nothing but pure ecstasy. He missed being inside of her, completely dominating her as she screamed out his name. He missed when it was just the two of them, before he had idiotically added Maria to the mix-and now it was too late to get rid of her. She had information on him that he couldn't risk getting out.

James knew just what to do. He'd make things up to Lorin. He… He would be gentler this time. His father and his therapist agreed that he had done things completely wrong. He had been a bit too dominant. He had hurt her too much. They both had said that she would come crawling back eventually when she realized how much strong their love was, but instead she had gone off with some… some foreigner. That just wouldn't do.

"I tried to give her the necklace, but Laurens took her away before she could take it." James was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of Charles' meek voice. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as Charles curled up into himself. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Charles with anything. He should have gone across the parking lot, talked to her face to face, but Maria told him that it wasn't a good idea. Why had he listened to her? What was the point of them getting out of the car if they weren't going to do anything? Lorin had been so close, he could almost touch her...

She was just as beautiful as she had always been. She had cut and dyed her hair, causing it to form a peachy halo around her face. She was obviously disobeying the orders he had given her. He could forgive her, though. He had to forgive her. It was understandable. Without him in her life, she had clearly lost her way. She needed his guidance, and she needed it before she was too far gone. He didn't recognize the person she was with, but judging by the kisses he planted on her face-how dare he?- the guy had to be Hamilton.

He was… lackluster. Exactly what you'd expect of a dirty immigrant. He looked incredibly unkempt, not at all worthy of being with his Lorin. The scruffy bastard looked like he hadn't slept in over a week. His disgusting, greasy hair was swept back into a low ponytail. His fashion choices were boring and unremarkable-he clearly didn't care one bit about his appearance. And his posture? Ugh. Completely terrible. But there were much more important things to worry about now.

"...Laurens?" James hissed, barely able to keep the anger from his voice. He took a deep breath like this therapist had taught him to do when he got frustrated. John Laurens was Lorin's "best friend", but he knew that she had to fucking him behind his back. There was no other excuse for her to be so close to another man. He saw the way Laurens would look at her. He had seen the way Lorin's eyes lit up whenever she saw her "friend". Laurens would honestly be a better boyfriend for her than Hamilton, although both of them paled in comparison to the one and only James Reynolds.

"Y-Yes. Laurens wouldn't let her talk to me. She took the medicine, though. I-I don't think he noticed." Charles hugged his backpack to his chest as James took off from the parking lot silently, surely driving over the speed limit. He fiddled with the zipper and took out the expensive necklace. The box had gotten slightly scuffed when it fell to the ground earlier. He prayed that James wouldn't notice, but it was unlikely. He noticed everything.

The only sound in the car was the constant tapping of Maria's meticulously manicured nails against her phone screen. James looked over to her phone. She was texting Lorin's sister, who she had been complaining about for the past few days. They had gotten into an argument on Halloween, and she had been texting her non-stop trying to get a response. So far it had been unsuccessful.

"Why are you still bothering with her?" James frowned as she finally put the phone back into her purse. She looked over at him with a scowl on her face. "She's not Lorin, you know. But I'm working on getting her back."

"I want both of them. Lorin was a good fuck, and her sister's even more amazing. If I had both of them…" Maria let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back on the seat. A blush spread across her face as she brushed dark locks back from her face. "If I had them both at the same time, it would be fucking incredible."

"Then I'll do everything in my power to get her back."

Hey, all! This lil' chapter came out of nowhere, even for me. I got it typed up in about a day (curse you, insomnia), and I kind of wanted to try writing in third person for a change because why not? This chapter's honestly kind of a mess, but it reveals a few important things: one, that Reynolds is an absolute psychopath and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near any woman, least of all my bean; two, that the "Mari" Darcy's been dating is Maria, and last but not least, Maria wants the Haywoods for herself because she's thirsty af. Hopefully you lovelies enjoyed! (I'm off to eat pizza rolls and sleep.) ~Shaymie