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A/N: [11/9/17] Ya'll i get so emotionally reading author notes I wrote almost 3 years ago and then I cringe when I continue onto the chapter; EDITED.

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Faith Crawford.

I felt oddly refreshed as I stepped out the shower that morning. It felt like days had gone by since Liam and I's altercation this morning - early this morning, but it had only been a couple of hours.

"Morning," I greeted Liam as I stepped out the bedroom. The moment was awkward; I simply waved, watching as he took a piece of buttered toast to his mouth, slowly pulling it away. His lips stayed closed, chewing, as he grunted back at me.

Liam seemed everywhere but in the present as he stared off at the television. I assumed he was watching sports, or maybe even the news, but the black screen of the T.V. crushed by accusations.

"What's for breakfast?"

He pointed beside him, where a gourmet tray sat, covering - what I assumed - was my breakfast. Skipping the open stool beside Liam, I hopped on the next one, assuming a comfortable position. I grabbed my fork and took off the lid; the smell of French toast, eggs, and a strip of bacon welcomed me.

We ate in silence, silverware clinking together and orange juice being drunk was the only sound that filled the suite. Ten minutes went by before Liam spoke up. He wiped his hands in the cloth napkin that was provided, before tossing it on his plate. "You call your parents?" A laugh came from deep inside my throat as I shook my head.

"No."

He seemed almost surprised at my answer. It wasn't very noticeable, but his eyebrows rose just a tad, confirming my belief. He was surprised. So I did what any logical person would do, I called him out on it.

A piece of egg slipped past my lips as I turned to him. "You look surprised." I couldn't tell if my question caught him off guard. Liam turned and got off the seat. Without a word he walked into his bedroom, leaving me alone. At first, I, myself was surprised, till I saw him walking back a few minutes later. Sitting back on the stool, he dropped two ear pieces in between us.

"Phone."

It didn't come out as a question, more like a statement; a command. I fished inside my pocket, curious as to what he was getting at. He pointed towards the table as I dropped it down.

"You're going to call them," He finally said, revealing his plan to me. I felt like arguing, but what would that do? Besides, I really did want to talk to them. He handed me an earpiece as he took his own, inserting it into his ear. I followed his lead, pushing it into my ear. "Whatever you say, I hear. Whatever they say, I hear." He slid my phone closer towards me as I unlocked it nervously. Within seconds, my dad's smiling face stared back at me - his contact photo - as I waited for his response.

"Hello?"

"Da-" My words caught in my throat as heat rushed to my face. Tears spilled out of my eyes as I covered my mouth, sobbing quietly. I stared intently at the phone, at my dad's photo, while Liam stared at me. His eyes bore holes into my temples. Yet, I couldn't decide whether he was feeling empathy, or thinking I was a freak.

"Sweetheart?" My father's voice was so soothing and calming. He sounded genuinely concerned as I smiled. "Are you okay? You sound like you're crying."

"I am," I laughed nervously, "I just... I miss you guys so much."

"We miss you too, Sweetie. How's everything back home?"

See, funny thing with that is--

My pause in the conversation was long enough to draw Liam's attention. He had the Bluetooth pressed to his ear, his head bent. He glanced up at me curiously.

"-Everything's great," I lied, a feeling in the pit of my stomach grew as I slowly hunched over, suddenly not feeling as great as I had five minutes ago. "Look, Dad, my...friend and I are going on vacation for a week or two, so if you don't hear from me..."

"No problem Sweetheart, I understand!"

"Tell mom I love her."

"She loves you to dear, just like I do. Stay safe, and have fun."

The phone clicked as I licked my lips, tears still spilling slowly out the corner of my eyes. I took the piece out of my ear, dropping it to the counter as I turned, meeting Liam's gaze.

I wanted to speak; to tell him how much I hated him for taking me. But the feeling in the pit of my stomach grew. I doubled over without warning as my breakfast came back up. It would've been okay, embarrassing, but okay, if it hadn't thrown up on Liam's shoes. I couldn't see his expression, but I could probably assume he wasn't happy.

I was expecting to hear some response; maybe even get a foot to the face - but that never came. I groaned as I leaned back. Liam stared at his shoes, an expression I couldn't quite figure out masking his face. He looked at me - dead in the eye - and sighed, "That's nasty." I would've laughed at his reaction, but the feeling came back.

"Oh God," My arms were clenched around my stomach as I slid off the stool. I wanted to make it to the bathroom but I couldn't; my legs gave out in front of me and I met the carpet seconds later. My vision blurred and for a second, all I saw were dots.

I felt Liam's hands on my arm as he rolled me over gently. He pressed a hand to my forehead, then to my neck, checking my pulse. His fingers were cold to the touch - cold, just like his soul. I laughed slightly, but painfully as sweat stuck to my forehead. "Don't move," - over the short period of time I had known Liam, I had never heard that tone of voice. He almost sounded, dare I say, worried.

"Did you hit your head?"

His question came randomly, making me think harder then I really wanted to. I thought back to running in the mall, "Not that I can remember."

Liam opened his mouth, probably ready to ask me another question when a soft knock interrupted him. He sighed. "One moment!" Turning back to me, he propped me up with his hand, resting it on the palm of my back. "You feel dizzy?"

"No," I whispered. I went to shake my head, but stopped immediately. That wasn't the best idea. I watched as Liam paced to the refrigerator, grabbing a cold water before handing it back to me.

"Sip on that, no gulps."

I obeyed as I popped the cap, allowing the refreshing drink to quench my thirst. While I drank, I watched as Liam sauntered over to the door, flinging it open as the person behind began knocking again.

"What?" He sounded clearly annoyed as the door hit the wall. He looked like he was ready to pounce on whoever was causing the ruckus, till he saw who it was; Mary, the elderly woman from downstairs. She shot a smile in his direction that could've melted hearts.

"Liam! When I knock, I expect you to-" She slithered under his arm in the doorway, pausing as she turned to me. Her tone quickly changed from a motherly tease, to a concerned one. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she ran over to me. "Oh, Sweetie, are you okay?"

I smiled softly at the elderly lady before replying, "I'm fine, Mary, just..."

"-She's dehydrated." Liam finished my sentence for me. Mary and I both turned our heads in his direction, eyeing the man that leaned up against the wall, arms folded. I nodded, agreeing with his assumption. That was probably all that was wrong, nothing serious. I watched as Liam checked his watch, before turning the door handle. "-I have to go, Mary, keep a bottle of water in her hands and have her lay down and...do whatever girls do." Liam left without waiting for a response and I laughed as I turned to Mary.

"What on earth does he think girls do?"

"Oh you know," She helped pull me to my feet slowly, chuckling. "-I'm pretty sure all men believe all us women talk about is sex." I laughed nervously, nodding as I agreed.

"Or they assume we do our nails and watch chick-flicks..."

Silence filled the room between us, before both of us started laughing simultaneously. "Too bad we do all of those things," She smiled at me. The room spun for a moment as I whirled around, running a hand through my hair. Mary stood off to the side, her hands resting on her hips.

"My head is killing me,"

"Let's go get some medicine."

I nodded as I followed her into Liam's bedroom. The air in the room felt thick, and I honestly felt uncomfortable being in there. Mary continued walking through the room, never stopping until she entered the bathroom and started rummaging through cabinets.

Curiosity overcame me as I waited outside the bathroom. Even though Liam wasn't anywhere near me, I still felt his presence. Maybe it was the smell of his aftershave that still hung like fog in the air, or maybe I felt like he was watching me through the three pictures that sat on his nightstand.

If I could tell anything about Liam by his room, it was that he was organized; very, very organized. Two different colored suits still lay on the bed, matching ties for both beside them. Two separate pairs of shoes rested on the floor beside each outfit.

I sauntered over to the nightstand, my hand running along the soft, silky duvet that covered his bed. Easing myself on to the bed nervously, almost as if an alarm were about to go off, I turned - and stopped.

Three picture frames stood aligned neatly on the nightstand beside the digital clock. The tallest, biggest one in the back; the two smaller ones flanking it from the front. The two smaller pictures caught my attention first and gently, I picked one up. The first picture was old, much older than the rest. It was grainy and in black and white, signaling it's age. A man no older than 35 stood in the photo, a fedora resting perfectly on his head; it was tilted at such an angle that one of his eyes remained covered. He wore a skinny suit, but it fit him nicely. To his right, was a woman; a skimpy black dress clung to her form as she had a hand resting on her hip. Her other hand rested on the shoulders of a little boy; Liam.

I caught myself smiling harder than I had in months; a small boy, easily identified as Liam, stood in between - who I assumed - was his parents. He couldn't have been any older than 7 from my assumption. He was short, barely at the height of his father's waist. The smile that was plastered on his face was worthy of a laugh. His eyes were squinted as he flashed a smile that showed all of his teeth - truthfully, he looked constipated. But yet, he looked very, very happy. His hair was jelled back and he wore a suit that matched his fathers.

A sorrowful feeling grew in my stomach as I rested the picture down, hoping to put it back just the way I found it. I didn't want Liam to know I had been snooping. However, I couldn't take my eyes off of Liam. I couldn't take it off of his smile. It had been nearly a week since I had been with him, but I have yet to see a genuine, full-teeth kind-of smile.

"Do you want Advil or Tylenol?"

Mary's voice startled me as I turned around, thinking. "Um, either one is okay." I brought a hand up to my head, rubbing my temple as it begun throbbing again. I had seemingly forgotten about the pain as my thoughts overwhelmed me.

A sound of rummaging came from behind me as I heard Mary shout back to me. "I cannot find anything in here!"

I mumbled a, "Keep looking," as my eyes drifted to the second, tiny photo. This photo seemed more recent, but still appeared to be worn with age.

The picture held two people; one who I identified as a teenage Liam Luciano and a girl. From what I could see, she was gorgeous. Her red hair was long, falling down to around her belly button. She wasn't tall, but she seemed to be a good height for Liam. She came just below his shoulders. The girl smiled at the camera; eyes squinting, teeth showing - but it wasn't her that made me hold my breath, it was him. Liam had his arm wrapped around her waist, his free hand shoved deeply into the pocket of what looked like cargo shorts. A black V-neck clung to his frame as he leaned most of his weight on his outer leg. He wasn't smiling at the camera, but he was smiling at her. Clearly this picture had been taken off guard, but it had come out close to perfection.

I found another photo, one that was taken at school. She wore a plain white polo, her hair was curled beautifully; she did indeed have beautiful teeth and a smile to match - I could see why Liam had been attracted to her. I tilted my head ever-so slightly, a frown crossing my lips. The longer I analyzed this photo - her red hair, her eyes, the way they squinted when she smiled, her nose... - She looked like me.

I started massaging my temples.

"Faith! I finally found some-"

I smiled as I turned, welcoming Mary's voice.

"-Oh my god, look at you!" Mary dropped to pill bottles on the bed in excitement as she dropped down beside me, snatching the picture frame from my hands. "You look absolutely gorgeous, when was this-"

"-That isn't me," I turned, smiling softly at her. I watched Mary turn, eyeing the photo, then back to me. She repeated this about three times before dropping the photo on the bed.

"Well then honey, I think you have an impostor."

I laugh and shake my head, responding quietly, "No, I think I had a sister."

The room was quiet as I slid the photo itself out the frame, turning it around. It was a custom in my home to label a photo. On the bottom left of the photo in black sharpie read, 'Ellie Mitchell'.

The name didn't sound familiar to me as I sighed, slipping the photo back into its home and resting it on the nightstand. I eyed the picture for a moment longer, deciding on whether I should bring it up to Liam or not.

Mary had quietly left the room after announcing that she would be getting me a glass of water to swallow the pills. I wasn't going to follow her, but decided to when I realized, she was possibly the answer to all of my questions.

I softly closed Liam's bedroom door behind me as I walked over towards the kitchenette. Mary stood by the refrigerator, pouring a glass of water and dropping a few ice cubes in the glass before breaking the seal of the medicine. While she prepared my meds, I grabbed a cloth, some water, and pine-sol - which I found beside the trashcan - and started cleaning up everything I had upchucked. I suppose I could've called a service for this, but I asked myself the simple question: who would want to clean up someone else's puke? And that's where I had myself.

"When you're finished there, dear, take these pills." I turned and watched Mary place my water and a couple of pills on the island.

"Thank you, Mary."

Mary turned her attention towards the cabinet now, taking out a bowl and a box of cereal, before pouring, what I assumed, was her breakfast.

"Mary?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No dear, go right ahead."

I tossed my rag in the trash and rounded the island, heading towards the sink to wash my hands. Once that was done, I climbed up on a stool and got comfortable.

I took a sip of water before licking my lips and sighing. "How long have you known Liam?" Mary paused, the milk carton in her hand, tilted at such an angle that milk drizzled out the opening.

"A good amount of years, Sweetheart. I was sort of his...receptionist...I could say back in New York."

I nodded as I popped two Advils in my mouth and swallowed, followed by a gulp of water and a cringe. I hated swallowing pills whole. If it weren't for the disgusting taste, I would chew them all. "How would you describe him?"

"What do you mean?" Mary turned with her cereal and leaned up against the counter, facing me as she ate.

"I mean, as a person. Can you describe him in a couple words?"

"I don't really know Mr. Luciano as a person," She laughed, taking another bite of her cheerios. "He allowed me to stay in his loft one night in New York after work when I was in some trouble. He made me dinner, offered me a comfortable bed, and told me if I needed anything to call him. But other than that," She shrugged, "We haven't talked outside of work." I nodded, semi-understand her situation. Liam definitely didn't seem like the coffee-and-donuts type of guy either. To be honest, he didn't really seem like a guy to do much of anything.

"What about when you are at work though; can you tell me what he's like?"

"Professionally wise," She nodded, "From my many years with working for and around him, he's definitely dedicated, intelligent, and intimidating."

I laughed.

"-And handsome," she adds; even if he's manipulative, and cunning.

"Yes!" She nearly screeched, laughing along with me, "We cannot forget that." I smiled at her enthusiasm. Little did she know, the man who she seemed to have an apparent crush on was, not only about 30 years younger than her, but also a very large, very stubborn dick.

"Have you ever met his parents?" I didn't want to come off as asking too many questions, but the elderly woman didn't seem to mind. She brought her hand up to her chin, thinking.

"No, I have not. I always assumed they would drop by his office or something one day but, nope. They never have."

I nodded, taking in as much of any information that I could learn. "Does he have any children?"

"He told me he doesn't when I asked a few years ago."

"How old is he?"

"28."

28. Liam was seven years older than me. For some reason, that didn't surprise me as much as I thought it would. He did act much more mature - in certain aspects. Mary awaited my response as I turned, frowning. "Ew, he's old." I joked. Mary cackled at my response.

"Sweetie, if he's old, then I'm an ancient relic."

We both laughed as my previous questions fades and the topic of the conversation changes. "Honey, have you ever watched a soap opera?"

I shook my head 'no' as Mary walked around me and plopped on the plush couch in front of the television. She patted the open seat beside her, smiling.

"Come on then!"

I laughed once more as I grabbed my bottle of water and joined the motherly figure beside me. I smiled the entire show, thinking the same thing over and over again; so it's true, old people do love their soap operas.

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The day flew by quickly and around two p.m. the sun came out and the heat re-appeared. Mary and I watched reruns of the Days of our Lives and eventually flipped to the news multiple times. We both ate a quick T.V. dinner together before she had left, needing to get back to her afternoon shift. Liam had yet to return when I turned off the television and went to my room to take a nap, the pills making me sleepy.

I woke back up around eight o'clock and cursed. I hadn't meant to sleep that long, now I knew I would be awake all night.

Sighing I rolled out of bed and walked into the living room. The rest of the suite was pitch black, no sign of Liam anywhere. How does someone stay out all day long? I was surprised at how busy he was, but then again, should I be? The man had to go through his daily duties of being CEO and do whatever Mafia people do.

I folded my arms as I stood still, doing a full circle around the room. I rested my ass against the edge of the sofa, and sighed once more. Just as I was about to head back to my room, a yellow sticky note pressed against the television caught my attention.

"8:20; meet me at the outdoor pool."

I fiddled with the thin piece of paper in my hands for a moment, every possible horrible scenario I could think of happening, ran through my mind. The note hadn't been signed, signaling it could be anybody. It could be Corinelli or Costello's men; or maybe Mary just wants to hang out... or maybe, God-forbid, it was Liam.

With my mind made up and my prayers sent, I slipped on a pair of sliders I found in the closet and made my way out the door. M y phone was clutched tightly in my hand as I scrolled through my contacts, hitting Liam's 'name' in my phone. I still had him under 'Dick (Liam Luciano)' in my phone and until he proved he wasn't one, his name would stay that way. I clicked the call button and held the device up to my ear as I entered the elevator.

The dial-tone sang in my ear once, twice, three times, and finally a fourth, before sending me to voicemail. I was met by the automatic phone that said, "-This voicemail is full please dial again or-" I hung up and sighed. Of course his voicemail is full. I groaned as I opened my messages and shot him a quick text. "Meeting at the pool at 8:20pm?" I sent the message and slid the phone into the back pocket of my shorts.

My shorts. Not only did Mary and I watch soap opera after soap opera, but we also did a little shopping of our own, rummaging up whatever we could find in the backrooms of the resort. I found a few much needed necessities and outfits, giving me a small variety, something I liked.

The elevator dinged, signaling my arrival to the lobby as the doors parted and I emerged. The lobby wasn't at full capacity, but the dinner rush was certainly ending. A few people milled around, checking into their rooms and couples strolling out the doors. A group of guys walked past me, sweating and laughing. Three toddlers ran past me, all screaming the same thing to their parents, who were lagging behind them significantly. "We want to go down the slide!" They all whined.

As I turned the corner, heading left, I smiled at Mary as she stood - along with two co-workers - behind the welcome desk. She smiled at me from her station and waved. "Hi," She smiled, "Where are you headed?"

"To the pool," I smiled, pointing in its direction. "Liam wanted me to meet him," It was a tiny white lie I told. No, I wasn't 100% positive that it was Liam who beckoned for my presence, but I knew it would keep Mary from worrying.

"Well you two have fun," She winked playfully. I had begun to walk away when she shouted over my shoulder, "Oh, Faith! Don't forget to read the pools rules; specifically number one." I laughed and nodded, agreeing to do so upon my arrival.

I took two more turns before pushing open two glass doors that led outside. The outdoor pool area was quite large. A gorgeous white fence enclosed the area, allowing for privacy. A tan-concrete like substance surrounded the pool by at least 3 or so feet. White pool and beach chairs stood off to the side, outstretched. The pool itself was large; starting from 5 feet and ending at 9. Even the pool lights were beautiful as they casted their light across the water, causing the shimmering appearance.

I turned to my right, immediately smiling as I read the first pool rule.

Number One: No Skinny-Dipping.

A quick laughed escaped my throat.

"I hate that rule too."

The voice behind me scared the absolute shit out of me. I whirled around and stumbled backwards, my heart racing. My back hit the metal sign, making it rattle from the force as I met the face that belonged to the voice.

The dirty blonde-hair, blue eyed William met my shocked expression with a smile. His hands were shoved deeply into the pockets of his cargo shorts. A plain white tee hugged his upper body to perfection. He gave me the most innocent smile he could muster - whether that was on purpose or not - before his lips parted. "Hi."

"Holy shit," I breathed and clutched at my heart, laughing nervously. Will still stood there, eyebrows raised now as he smiled. "Holy shit," I muttered again, this time out of awe - he looked good.

William laughed, chuckling deeply as he opened his arms. "I missed you too." I smiled as I stepped forward, giving him a friendly hug.

"It's only been a few days," I laughed, letting go. He smiled and turned, slipping off his sandals as he bent down and dipped his feet into the crisp water. I followed him, doing the same.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but Alex and Luis get boring. I've come to learn that if you want excitement, hang out with Luciano for the day." I nodded as I turned and looked at Will. He had soft, boyish features compared to Liam. Liam's features were more rugged; his jawline more defined, along with his cheek bones.

"Luciano," I mumbled preparing to ask a question. William caught on, answering before I could ask.

"He's Italian," Will answered quickly, glancing at me. "But Liam is mixed with everything to be honest. My parents were Caucasian, I mean, I don't believe anybody is 100 percent anything, but that's my majority. Liam though, his father is Italian and black, his mother is mixed - half white, half black." I nodded, that was interesting.

"How long have you known him? Luciano, I mean." I turned my attention back towards the water. I watched as my feet cut through the water, only laughing when William pinned my foot between his, refusing to let go. Our conversation however remained quiet and reserved.

"For forever," He replied, "We grew up neighbors, our parents became best friends and here we are."

Our conversation lulled as I yanked my foot away with force, watching as Will had to latch his hands on to the edge of the pool so he wasn't pulled in. He smiled playfully before splashing me, laughing all the while.

"So how long are you here for?" I questioned after I, too, sent a wave of water his way. William laughed, spitting out whatever had gotten into his mouth and ran a hand through his locks, which were now wet.

"For however long I want to be," He smiled, "I figured Liam would need help taming you-"

"Hey!" I crossed my arms roughly around my chest, kicking and splashing in his direction. Will had to turn away and cover his face, in hopes of staying dry, but that didn't happen. When I was done, his white shirt not clung to him, drenched. Water dripped off the tip of his nose and he licked his lips, shuttering at the taste of the highly chlorinated water.

"I was just joking!" He chuckled, raising his arms hands in defense. I pouted before shooting a smile.

"Fine, but I don't apologize."

"I don't need your apologizes," He stuck his tongue out at me as he scooted away, pretending to be upset. "I'm cute." I laughed, probably way to hard at his statement.

"Who told you, you were cute?" I teased, playfully, "Your mom?" I was teasing, there was no way I could deny that William was cute. He had the cutest laugh and smile, and from what I could tell, he seemed like a total sweetheart, the absolute opposite of his so called 'best friend', Liam.

Will turned and looked at me, his playful mood gone. I watched him turn towards the water and chuckle softly, "My mom is dead."

A painful silence follow, "Damn," I let out a low whistle, "way to kill the moment." Once I saw the corner of his lip twitch upwards, I lean over and give him a hug. "I'm sorry about your mom."

We sat like that for what felt like five minutes before he turned and looked at me, "But, yes, my mother thought I was adorable, but the ladies think I'm cute so..." I pushed him playfully.

"Well, you are cute so..."

"You're cute too, so..."

My face flushed red as I turned away, smiling. His next comment made me laugh and laugh hard.

"Why do I feel like I'm in fifth grade right now?"

"Because mentally, you are."

I watched Will retaliate with a sharp smile. His nose crinkled up and his eyes squinted at his genuine smile and laugh. We grew quiet as I looked up at the stars and the moon; I couldn't help but wonder if my parents were staring at them with me. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, but I didn't want to read it yet - whatever Liam's response now was irrelevant.

Will scooted back, closer to me as I sighed. My thoughts were racing - if this wasn't the best moment to ask this question, I don't know when was. He knew Liam well enough, he admitted that they had grown up together, so he had to know the answer to this question.

I gave him no warning or heads up as I closed my eyes and spoke, "Who's Ellie Mitchell?" I reopened my eyes and turned to Will. He was staring back at me, an almost bewildered expression crossing his face. Time seemed to slow as he opened his mouth, still looking a tad lost and confused, when the lights went out.

Pitch black.

I could no longer see a hand in front of my face and in a matter of seconds following, I no longer felt William's presence. I reached my arm out, swiping in the general direction Will had been in. I hoped and prayed I would come in contact with his wet skin, but to no avail. He was gone. A sheer feeling of terror filled my soul as a voice rang out. It wasn't loud, but it was surely recognizable.

"If you have a question about something you found in my room, I'd suggest you come to me."

I cringed as I felt a hand wrap around my bicep, yanking me to my feet.

"Why would I come to you?" I snatched my arm away from his grasp, shaking. I spoke in the general direction of the voice, "Give me one good reason as to why I would come to you for anything! " For a moment I felt his hand leave my side and I thought it was over.

The pause that followed was so lengthy, I found myself reaching out, curious as to whether Liam was still there or not. My fingertips brushed against the fabric of a suit jacket. I reached out again, hitting nothing but air this time. He had taken a step back.

"I'm risking my life to save yours."

My mouth parted and no words came out. I hadn't fully grasped the entire situation that I found myself in, but it was slowly starting to make sense. Money had been put into my name, some bad people found out about it, and Liam had - unfortunately - swooped in to try and save the day. My previous "unfortunately" was sarcasm, by the way.

The anger in his tone had simmered down and I felt safe asking the same question I had previously tried to throw at William. I used the dark setting as an advantage, considering if Liam did try and swing, it was likely he would miss this time.

I clear my throat and sway on my feet, "If I ask this question, will you knock me out?"

"As long as you keep your saliva in your mouth, my hands will stay at my side."

I clear my throat once more, "Who is Ellie Mitchell?"

I could hear the hurt in his voice as he spoke slowly. His voice remained deep. "Who was she," He rephrased my question. A little more shuffling was heard before he spoke, "She was the love of my life."

"What happened to her?"

"She was taken from me."

I frowned, "Who took her?"

Liam didn't hesitate to reply, "You did."

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