Title: In Over My Head (Ray Donovan)

Chapter 2

AN: Happy Reading!

Chapter 2

Getting into the modern elevator consistent of glass to look upon the entire building and the second elevator found just 2 feet away from hers, Candice stabbed at the number 13 button and drew her jacked in close to her shaking body. It had been almost 24 hours since her last hit and Linden wasn't calling her back, she was getting desperate as the pain filled her shaking body, the first sign that she needed a hit like yesterday!

Bringing up her tired eyes she watched as a man, dressed in all black and with a green sports bag that looked a awful lot like hers, came down with the second elevator and when she looked up she found he was staring at her with dangerous light green eyes, a frightening smile gleaming at her, like he knew something she didn't and it made her stabbed at the button again and again, willing the elevator to move faster.

Finely reaching the 13th floor, Candice moved with hast to the door on the left 13a and banged loudly on its surface. "Linden Baby, open up!" After a few seconds of no response she tried the door knob with the spear key Linden always left her on the top sill of the door and was surprised to find it unlocked, especially if he wasn't home yet.

"Linden Bay-" she fell silent the moment she walked into a completely dark loft, "What on earth," She said frowning as she flipped on the light switch, this time it worked, filling the room with bright white light.

"Oh my god!" she screamed in utter dismay as she looked down on Linden's bloody lifeless body found onley a foot away from the door, 3 cocaine packed scattered randomly around his body clearly it was a drug deal gone wrong.

Now hyperventilating Candice reached for her cell phone to call one of Linden's close friends as she didn't want the copes to be asking her any questions.

With a sadden pinch to her neck and her scream going muffled her world suddenly went black as she could feel 2 strong hands taking hold of her from behind…

"NO!" Candice screamed as she came flying upright in bed. Hyperventilating in fear and a desperate need for a hit she managed to find a light switch.

The moment the light went on she realised she wasn't home and neither was she at Linden's. The room she found herself in was bigger than this of Linden's but smaller than the one she has back home at her folks, the bed she found herself in had comfy-puffy bed covers in colours of white, badge and light green, moving out from under the duvet's warmth she realised she was only dressed in her underwear.

"Oh god," she said in fear as her head started to go through what could have happened, her big blue eyes finding her cloths placed down on the chair at the window. After ripping on her jeans and t-shirt she tried the balcony door, which was by no surprise locked, but what caught her off guard was that none of the windows had a opening latch.

"What the fuck?" she said stepping back as she looked past the glass over the swimming pool. "Okay, just bereave, Candice you need to bereave," She told herself and ran to the door twisting the knob and nearly knocked herself over when it flung open on the first pool of her hand…

With his eyes flying open Ray turned off the peeping sound next to his pillow, alerting him that Candice must have just stepped onto the staircase. "And let the games begin." He said smiling as he flung himself out of bed and took the stairs two by two just in time to see her go for the front door.

Closing his big arms around the waist of the girl trying to get out of his home up in Sunset Boulevard, he smiled wildly as she struggled against his grip, pinning her arms into his chest. "And where do you think-" Cutting himself off as he kicked the front door shut with a bang, the security system jumping into Lock-mode, "Where do you think your heading off to, Darling?"

With her screams ringing in his ears Ray staggered back when Candice managed to get her one arm free and hit him with her elbow right in his nose.

"jesus Woman!" He yelled as he grabbed at his nose, while she flung herself at the table lamp when she couldn't get the door to open up.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, I SEAR, I"LL KILL YOU!"

"I would pot that down if I were you." Ray said in his normal quiet manner as he moved in on her, his hands brought up in surrender.

With a fearful curse at the man standing in the way of her freedom she took a swing at him with the lamp, and as he blocked off the blow Ray could tell she was really potting her back into it. Hitting the lamp out of her hand he took a hold on her wrist and twisted it around to regain control as he used her pain to wing her into the wall and pin her into place with his forearm pushed down on her small neck.

"RELAX!" Ray hissed, "I'm not gonna hurt you." He said as he regained his composure, "I'm gonna help you get clean."

"Like HELL!" She screamed and brought her knee up right into his crotch and as soon as Ray bucked and fell to his knees she made a run for the door leading out to the backyard.

"You- aah!" Ray cursed as he got onto all fours, "You can't get out that way Darling, you can't get out of this house without me."

"Watch me!" She hissed at him as she ran up the stairs

"Oh I intend to, you can count on that Darling." Ray said and sat back onto his knees with a grown.

Knowing full well that where was no way Candice could get out of the house without his finger print or the security codes he desided to give her some space after she had slammed her bedroom door shut so hard he thought he might here it come loose from its hinges and hit the floor.

Around 7am Ray made his way down the staircase as he always did on weekdays and pored himself a cup of coffee while he popped a frozen waffle into the toaster.

Knowing that a druggie about to go through the worst time of her life was bound to get the munchies, he made breakfast for two and left a note before walking out and activating the security system after breakfast.

"Ray," Donna demanded his attention as she came to stand in his doorframe dressed in a very provocative but stylish torques dress, "Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked as she eyed the workaholic sitting behind his big desk.

"No Donna." Ray said with his eyes still on his laptop screen as he knew she was revering to the bunch of flowers he had left on her desk before she came in this morning. With a sigh he watched from the corner of his eye as she came and pushed her perfectly formed arse onto his desk as her hand shut his laptop with one easy movement.

"Damn it Donna, I was reading that." He said annoyed as he brought his green eyes to her attention.

"You've never bought me flowers, not ever." She said eyeing him suspiciously

"It's just flowers Donna." Ray said with no emotion present on his unique face.

"No, with you it's never 'just' flowers."

"Can't you just flutter like a normal woman and say thank you?" Ray hissed at her in irritation.

A few moments passed as she kept eyeing him suspiciously, "Do you fancy me, Ray Donovan?" She finely said just when Ray was about to hiss at her again.

"god Donna!" He said as he whipped at his forehead with his left hand, "I won't by you flowers again…" ehg that fucking look! Ray thought as she kept looking at him in that all so Donna way. "Donna it was 'thank you' flowers, now please stop looking at me like that and get off my contracts!"

With an all too happy smile Donna hoped off his contracts and table and gave his scruffy cheek a kiss, "Any time Doll." She said and walked out of his office like Donna Paulsen owned the place.

Hell that woman loved to bust his balls, all of that staring just to hear him say thank you, she was ruthless.

After a board meeting and a lunch meeting, Ray parked his Range Rover in front of his home and hurried with his laptop bag over his shoulder onley to go cold the moment he stepped through the door.

"You little bitch." Ray said as he could feel his blood go into a boiling state while his now pissed off green eyes looked over his home which had been trashed completely.

When he stepped around the corner to get away from the staircase blocking his view he found that his furniture had all been kicked over, decorations smashed to pieces, while the kitchen chares where toughest around along with half of his kitchen supplies.

"Fuck me." Ray bereaved as he saw the knives he had forgotten to lock away and despite his normal don't care reactions he felt the blood drain from his face as he realised by leaving this house, he most likely left this girl to suicide.

Placing down his bag onto the still standing round dining table found not fare from the staircase, he made his way up to the second floor onley to find his once sorted DVD collection scattered across the carped of the entertainment room with the flower pots and the coffee table smashed to shit along with a huge crack to be found in his flat screen TV. Even the fire place had been disturbed with the fire poker and fire gate tossed to the side.

"Candice!" Ray called more than he screamed, his hart racing away with him as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom door which now belonged to her. "Candice!" He called again as he ripped through her door with his shoulder when he found that it was locked.

As he rushed into the room he was surprised to find the very beautiful girl curled up on her bed with no blood to be seen anywhere, but she was in the worst form of her crash as the sweat had her long golden brown hair damp and her tiny body was shaking to the core as her eyes looked too big for its sockets.

With a sigh of relive Ray turned around and left the room only to return 20 minutes later with a glass of juice and a toasted sandwich. Setting it down on the bedside table after putting it back in place where she had knocked it over, he came to sit next to her his hand reaching over and feeling at her forehead.

"P-pp-Please," she begged as her cold clammy hand wrapped around his big wrist, "I need… a hit…"

"No, you need to get food into your system." Ray said and brought the plat over holding it to her."

"NOOoo!" she screamed so hard Ray's ears where ringing in protest as she slapped the plat out of his hand, "I NEEEEED A HIT!"

"Fine starve for all that I care," Ray hissed as he found his feet without bothering to pick up the fallen food, "but you will not get that hit."

"NO,PLEASE!" She screamed desperately as she swung herself into him, "Please," She begged into his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, "I'll die, please…" she begged as she began to weep into his silk shirt.

A bit taken aback by her sudden desperation Ray tore away at her arms around his waist and pushed her away from him, his green eyes looking straight down on her as he kept her in arms length, "Eat, you'll feel better." He said in a cold voice and then walked out of the room, only to hear her fall and weep desperately as he closed her door.

"Shit." Ray bereaved as he stood outside of her room, 'This is going to be a bitch, she's so fucking desperate.' Ray thought as he made his way down the hall, putting things back into place as he did.

For the first time in years Ray felt remorse for one of his targets and he wasn't shore if he would be able to keep denying her, not if she looked at him the way she looked at him today. She was so beautiful, even in the middle of a drug crash she still had him looking twice and he hated her for it. He hated what she was doing to him, especially when he was 15 years older than her, god he needed to get laid. Maybe he could call Dr. Jane Kruger up, they use to have it hot and heavy. Yha Jane, he would definitely give her a call.

Weeks, and eventually a month treads by as Ray is forced to watch over Candice 24/7 since her mental state got worse as the time went by and her weight fell almost just as fast since he had trouble getting her to eat. The middle of her second week was the worst, when he came home from a quick trip to the grouser store Ray found her in her bathroom where she had smashed her mirror and had taken a swing at her wrists with the broken glass.

She scared him to death when she brought her eyes upon him and said "Stay away satin, my senesce will make you look bad."

She was so far gone by the time Dr. Kruger got there that he thought that he had lost her. But to his relive Jane knew what she was doing and had Candice stable and sedated just a few hours later.

Ray had not kept the promise he had made to himself about calling Jane up on a booty-call, he just couldn't get himself to relax enough even just to think about sex, never mind having sex. Which had him pissed off all the fucking time, but he guessed he could probably blame that partly on the fact that he hadn't had a descend nights sleep for almost a month.

But what really caught him off guard was the fact that as time passed after her attempt to take her own life, and the more he got pissed off, the more Candice seemed to get back on her feet. She even came down for dinner these days and she could have a descent conversation without screaming or calling him satin.

And the more he watched her bloom into the most exotic desert flower, the more he grew to be pissed off and he just couldn't tell why…

Bringing her glass of juice with her Candice took a seat right in front of the door looking out on the backyard, the pool and beyond the ocean. She smiled as she brought up her naked legs allowing the sun to worm them up and took a sip of the freshly squeezed juice, while her head bobbled along with the music coming from the stereo.

"Miss Murphy…"

Candice lifted her head to find Abby, the house keeper holding a thick novel down to her, "Just as you asked." Abby said smiling as she held down the novel for Candice to take.

"Oh Abby," Candice bereaved as she looked the cover over of the novel 50 Shades of Gray, "I wasn't serious." Candice said with big eyes as she looked back up to the middle aged Cuban descended woman.

"Mr. Donovan told me to go buy it, he had heard our conversation."

"Thank you…" Candice said softly as she looked down at the novel with surprise.

"When you're done with it I placed the sequel in your cubit with your cloths." Abby said and made her way back to the washing room at the back of the house.

Stroking her palm over the new cover Candice couldn't help but smile, she knew that she was suppose to hate him, despise him, have murderous thoughts about him, but it got harder and harder to hate Ray Donovan when he hadn't done anything but to be good to her.

And now was buying her novels, yes sure Ray still scared her, although she would never admit it…

I know this chapter was a little slow, but just stick with me, things will still take a turn.

Next chapter coming soon!