When Ashton, Zavier, and Xerxes Creed first saw her, they did not think much of it. A pretty little artist with big wide eyes, lost in the city. She was nothing else.

Yet, they failed to get her out of their mind. She always lingered there, as if tempting them to ruin her, to take her.

Olivia Woods was like a splatter of bright colored paint on the black and red canvas that was their life.

They couldn't take their eyes off her.

And eventually, they didn't want to.