A/N: I love you all...remember that when you finish reading this chapter.

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Rob’s eyes blazed in fury, but from the flex in his jaw muscles I could tell he was trying to keep his cool.

“Actually, back in my day we didn’t have video games to kill our brain cells in our spare time.” He spoke to Connor and Drake, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets. His mouth spread into a grin “We used to entertain ourselves by some good old fashioned violence.”

Drake and Connor glanced at each other then back at Rob.

Drake twirled the machete in his hand, sliding his finger along the sharp blade while a grin of his own spread on his face “Now that is something I can work with.”

I got fed up of the talking as I realised the rope around my wrists was beginning to seriously irritate me, and the burn on my leg was still stinging like a bitch.

“Sorry to interrupt, but can you either slit his throat or cut us out of these ropes?” I pipe in, cocking a brow to the two boys by the door who both looked like they had suddenly remembered they were here on a rescue mission.

Apparently revenge for the Xbox was far more important.

“Right away m’lady.” Drake salutes me before walking over to Chris who was closest to him and cutting him out of his ropes.

“Thanks man.” Chris lets out a breath of relief and strokes his wrists from where the rope was too tight. All of a sudden a pained look flashed on his face and he leans in close to Drake and whispers “Did they really break the Xbox?”

Drake nods sadly, and I have to grit my teeth from shouting profanities at the both of them.

Drake walks over to Jace and cuts him out of the ropes, still talking to Chris as he does “It’s a gonner, so all that progress you made on Call of Duty is gone.”

Chris groans in frustration “Ah man, it took me 3 days to unlock the prestige mode!”

“Oi trained killers, can you both shut the fuck up and let me out of these ropes!” I cut them off, their discussion about a deceased Xbox getting to me to the point that I would gladly snap both of their necks.

The corner of Drake’s lip twitches at my clear annoyance. He walks over and cuts the rope, freeing me from the hold. I get to my feet and flinch from the pain in my leg. I look down and see the round burn mark on my upper thigh, looking extremely revolting.

Drake points the machete at my face, a look of amusement on his own “Don’t deny you enjoyed a few good games on there.”

I glare up at him “The only time I ever enjoyed that thing was when you pissed me off and I launched the controller at your head.”

He let out a laugh at the memory, joined by a snort from Connor who was also there to witness Drake being knocked out by the Xbox controller that one time.

“Ah Faith, you were always so easy to get to.” Drake says through a laugh, and suddenly my eyes glance to Jace who was staring between me and Drake. He didn’t look angry, he just looked emotionless and I suddenly remember that technically Jace and I were sort of together, and Drake’s flirty nature was probably a big factor to his jealousy.

Drake furred his brow and looked behind him to Jace, who tried to look normal but the flexing in his jaw was giving him away. Drake still looked confused as he tried to figure out why Jace was acting like this, but fortunately for him we had someone in the room who seemed to have understood the situation at first glance.

“Oh won’t you look at that...” Rob drifted off, the amusement clear in his voice as he stared between all of us. He points at Jace “...is that jealousy I see in my son’s face?”

Jace glares at his father, his fists clenched by his side “What you see on your sons face is the overwhelming urge to knock you the fuck out.”

Rob ignored the vicious threat and his grin widened as everything obviously came to place in his head. He pointed at Drake and then me “Do they know that we found you and my son half naked in a church basement earlier today?”

From the corner of my eye I saw Connor walk up Chris.

“You owe me a tenner mate.” Connor told him in a low voice, and I had to resist the urge to laugh at the fact the two assholes were betting on this.

Everyone remained silent, but I saw Drake turn to me with a cocked eyebrow and a slight smirk on his face. He looked smug, like he knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but at the same time he looked happy for me.

“Well, that wasn’t the reaction I wanted.” Rob said almost to himself. He looked at Drake “Since you seem to be screwing her I was expecting you to be a little angrier than that.”

To my surprise, neither Connor or Chris seemed shocked by the revelation. Turns out guys gossip just as much as girls do.

Drake sighed, sounding almost bored “I got no reason to be angry. She’s my best mate, we had an arrangement going that meant we hooked up a couple of times a month but it meant nothing. She’s clearly in love with Jace, who by the way is obviously more of a man than you will ever be dickhead and I'm still shocked how you two share the same DNA.” Drake spits at Rob, taking a few steps closer and looking like he was ready to square up to him. “The fact they are finally together does not make me angry, it makes me happy cos my mate is finally happy.”

Rob’s mouth fell open slightly in shock at Drake’s words, and I smirked arrogantly at him that his attempt to start arguments within our group failed miserably. Jace looked over at Drake and from his face I could see him look relieved. I knew he was jealous of me and Drake, and I think hearing that it meant nothing for himself has relaxed him. Jace and Drake exchanged a look; both grinning slightly and I could see the mutual respect between the two guys.

“Happy for you man.” Drake grinned at Jace, waggling his eyebrows. Jace grinned back to him, glancing at me with the same devotion in his eyes he had back when he told me he loved me in the church.

“HOLD ON A MINUTE!” Connor’s voice cut in, and he held the machine gun pointed at the ceiling as he looked shocked beyond belief. He pointed between me and Jace “You got funky in a church?!” Jace and I exchanged a smirk, the guilty looks on both our faces. Connor raised his brows, looking pretty impressed “That’s some kinky shit.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt this conversation, and I promise we will discuss this further at home, but can we just cut to the killing please cos this asshole has pissed me off so many times today I need to see at least 7pints of his blood on the floor soon.” Chris interjects, pointing at Rob and speaking calmly.

“Amen to that motherfucker.” Connor smirks, lowering his gun and pointing it at Rob and his 3 bodyguards.

“As appealing as that sounds, I have places to be.” Rob replies “However I will leave some of my employees to keep you entertained.”

Before we knew what was going on, about 20 guys in black burst through the door, or what was the door and is now a massive hole in the wall courtesy to Drake and Connor. The guys immediately start fighting; each of them having to take on at least 4 guys each. I punch one of the guys who came at me, kicking the other who I heard sneaking up behind me.

I twist my head to where the drug lord was stood, and cursed loudly as I saw him walk through a door that was camouflaged into the wall behind him. I ran towards the door, but was seconds too late and it shut leaving me screaming and kicking the door which now once again looked like it was part of the wall.

The bastard had gotten away...

“Faith!” Jace screams, and I was too busy kicking and punching the door than I was taken completely off guard when someone tackled me to the ground, causing me to miss the knife that someone had thrown at me and was now sticking out of the wall that I was stood in front of.

I look up and see Jace on top of me, looking a little breathless which told me that while I had been kicking a door he had been kicking some dealers down. I felt so much pride for him right now I could explode.

“Don’t let him kill you.” Jace whispered, before lowering his lips down to mine and giving me a hard but short kiss that left me screaming for more when he pushed himself onto his feet, giving me a wink before he turned and knocked some guy out. I was so turned on right now it was a little scary.

I shook myself out of it and got to my feet.

People trying to kill you Faith, hormones need to be pushed to one side right now.

I saw all of the guys getting stuck in, Drake using the machete in his hand causing a big red mess all over the beige walls. I saw one of the guys in black walk towards me, and I instantly grabbed the chair I was tied to earlier and lifted it over my head, booting him in the stomach before I smashed the wooden chair over his head. He collapsed to the ground from the blow, the chair breaking causing bits of wood to scatter on the floor.

I picked up one of the chair legs and slapped it around the head of the next two guys who were coming at me, turning and hitting the next guy in the stomach. I plunged the wooden chair leg through his chest, causing blood to splatter out of his mouth and he collapse on the floor.

“Oi Buffy!” Connor called over, looking amused as he obviously just witnessed my kill. I turned and flipped him off, his laugh echoing but he still managed to duck the punch that one of the guys swung at him.

I looked around the room and realised we were quickly working through the 30 or so guys that had come into the room, feeling a strange sense of pride as I worked alongside my colleagues and closest friends. We were awesome together.

I froze as I spotted the girl in the corner of the room, looking around frantically as if she was lost.

“Holly don’t move!” I called out to her, and she looked at me and nodded. “Stay in the corner.”

I let out a scream of surprise when I felt someone kick me in the back, sending my flying onto my knees. I quickly balanced onto my hands and send my legs up, kicking whoever was behind me in the face and flipping so I landed on my feet, turning and grabbing the guys by the head and snapping his neck.

I heard Jace groan and turned to see a guy laying into him pretty badly. Blood was pouring out of his nose and I realised that Jace may be able to throw an impressive knock out punch, but he didn’t have it in him to kill anyone.

He wasn’t a killer, and I didn’t want him to be.

Unfortunately the guys he was fighting wouldn’t hesitate to put a knife through his chest.

I began to walk over to where he was, grabbing the machine gun that had been kicked to the floor and carried on walking until I was directly behind the guy punching Jace. I retracted my arm back and slammed the butt of the gun at the back of the guys head, causing his skull to crack and for him to collapse to the ground.

Jace was breathing heavily, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood away from his nose. He looked up at me with a thankful smile.

“You saved my life, I save yours.”

“Sort of like tit for tat?” A dirty grin appears on his face, and even though he is beat up pretty bad his mind is clearly on one thing “Because I’ll gladly show you tat for you to show tit.”

I shake my head in disbelief, but not being able to help the amusement in my face “Why the hell am I in love with a complete and utter pervert?” I ask aloud to no one as I turned to get back in the fight and hearing a proud laugh out of Jace.

The fight must have gone on for quite a while longer, but pretty soon there were only a handful of guys left to kill, and judging by the fact that the guys each had a target it would be mere seconds before we stood victorious over these assholes.

I finish choking the guy who was on his knees in front of me with the rope I was being held with earlier. When he was no longer breathing I let him collapse to the ground and I began to catch my breath as I start to relax and realise this must be it for the day. Even though Rob had escaped, we had managed to off a good majority of dealers.

Not a complete waste of time.

I turn around and see the guys each finish off the guy they were fighting, and I could tell from their posture they were all starting to relax because we had won.

Then I spot Holly at the far end of the room, the same scared and frantic look still on her face like someone was pointing a gun at her.

Only she was the one holding the gun, and she had it pointed at one of the guys.

One of my guys. One of my friends.

My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe as I realised she had a clear shot at him, and he was clueless of it.

It was like one of those moments you see in movies that happen in slow motion, and no matter how slow it went or how much time I had to stop her it just wasn’t enough. She had her target in her sight and she was completely oblivious that I was looking over.

He killed the guy he was fighting, wiping his hands against each other with a proud grin on his face and turned to face the direction of Holly and her loaded gun, still unaware that he was currently the target.

“No No NO!” My scream echoed around the walls, my hands flew up into my hair and bunched into it frantically as the only thing that was louder than my scream was the sound of the trigger being pulled.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart stopped as the room came to a standstill.

My eyes were wide as I looked at him, struggling to breathe and holding his hand to his stomach. His eyes glanced up at me, his look one of confusion as everything happened so fast he had no idea what had actually happened. He looked down and pulled his hand away from his stomach, the realisation of it hitting him as he saw the blood staining his blue top and his hand covered in red.

“Now that hurt a lot more than I thought it would...” He drifted off, his voice sounded strained and already you could see the colour drain from his face. His body began to sway, unable to keep himself upright for much longer and I could see even he realised this was bad. He took another quick glance at the blood seeping out of his stomach “...shit.”

And that was the last thing Drake said before he collapsed to the ground.

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