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"Hold your fire Guns down"

The rabbed ainst his chest I wasn’t sure if he was intending to usecontrol over ht then our ruse wasn’t worth playing any longer Hoping that wasn’t the case I fought against him, but I couldn’t break away Owen’s eyes darted to un With a few quick movements he dropped the clip and kicked it across the roo the butt down across the kneeling uard cruun down on the table next to hi his hands on the back of his head

"Well, you always did enjoyan entrance" A uards His hair was lighter and his eyes were blue, not the bright green of Owen’s, but there was no denying they were brothers They shared the sa softer and more metrosexual to Marcus As if he had polished off all of Owen’s rougher edges I’ive himself a more relatable, relaxed businessman vibe, but instead he looked oily and untrustworthy

"I’ve always kno to get your attention" Owen lowered his arms "We need to talk"

"I’ll bet you have a lot to say" Marcus tucked his hands into his suit pockets and smiled

Owen didn’t respond, just looked at his brother with a steady gaze, and I wondered as going through his er? All of those? Maybe remorse? His features were settled into a blank look as if he was co on around hiirl downstairs" Marcus looked over at me His eyes ran over my body in a slow perusal "Contact Maria’s people"

"Who is Maria? What the hell do you ithout in pants The thought of being taken somewhere called the ‘Stables’to do to me?"

"Relax" Marcus s you for a little while If you’re still here by dinner, I’ll even invite you to dine with ht theto take me out of the room

"She stays until we have a deal" Owen never took his eyes off his brother and I tried to curtail my panic He wouldn’t let them hurt me He wouldn’t, I reminded myself "I’m not the brother that put a price on the other ones head"

"Fine She stays" Marcus looked at the men on the stairs "He wouldn’t killround He obviously didn’t agree with his boss’s decision I pushedposition and jerked further away frolad I’m not sure why I did it What possessed , the need to point my fear in some direction Maybe it was to try and ive it that ht I just took a step forward and slammed my fist into Owen’s side as hard as I could

"You’re an asshole!"