Rule number seventeen; go wild for awhile.

I slip out of my room the next morning, , watching as Archer appears below, Cleo and Clay following behind him as he makes his way up the stairs quickly.

"Eleven, give me the details." Liam shouts.

I glance up blinking before Archer grabs my hand, dragging me behind him and back into my room.

"What was that about?"

His chin flicks down, eyes narrowing before drifting past my shoulder as silence ensues.

"What details?" I prod.

"Pardon?"

I smirk at his wide eyes. "What details?"

"No details."

"Details about what?"

"Don't know what you're talking about."

A bang echoes against the door and I reach forward.

"Sarge-" Archer tries to stop me but I evade his grip, opening the door.

"Fucking hell." Archer hisses, his eyes narrowed at the boy on the other side, who holds a pen and paper.

"What are they for?"

"So, you can write down the details?" He shoves the items into Archer chest.

"No."

"Oh, come on." Liam whines, looking over to me "Are you guys fucking yet?" He asks while nodding his head. "Daddy needs a new gun so say yes."

"Piss off." Archer slams the door, his head hitting it as his shoulders drop.

"Those details?" I hush, my gaze tracing over his back.

He spins, his hands settling on my hips as he swiftly switches out positions, my back against the door and him in front of me, crowding me back.

"We have to go downstairs." I hush.

"It can wait." He rumbles, his face so close to mine. "You left my bed last night."

"Didn't want to overstay my welcome."

He hums lowly, "next time, don't leave,"

A short laugh exits me, "next time?" I shake my head, "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"

A cocky smirk takes over his features, his eyes narrowed on mine but he doesn't answer, his hands lifting to rest at the base of my throat.

"How fast do you think I can make you cum?"

A sigh escapes my parted lips, "Ten minutes."

He laughs, the sound causing heat to pool at my core, fingers tightening on my throat. "Three minutes." He counters.

A knock sounds on the door, "We're leaving soon, are you guys coming?" Clays voice echoes.

"Not yet." Archer murmurs and I narrow my eyes.

"Yeah, almost ready." I laugh at the look on his face before lifting up on my tiptoes, biting his lower lip and dragging it down with me as I flatten to my feet. "Oops, next time."

I step back, leaving a healthy amount of space between us.

He breathes out roughly, groaning and dragging a hand through his hair as I step back, turning to my closet and grabbing a black jacket from the hanger, slipping it on, Archer's gaze on me the whole time.

Archer hands land on my waist once more as soon as the fabric is on my body, his lips landing on my jaw, kissing me gently as he makes his way to my ear, finger running up and down my upper arm in featherlight motions.

"The things I could be doing to you right now-" He stops, moving his lips downwards, kissing me softly down my neck, fingers pushing the jacket off my shoulders, his lips following the trail.

"Woah guys! Keep it PG."

"Fucking hell." Archer groans against my skin, hand pausing on my shoulder, jacket clutched between his fingers.

My eyes snap open, and I blink, not having realised I'd closed them and move my head to the doorway.

Liam grins cheekily from where he stands on the other side of my door, bringing his hand up into a wave.

Archers' shoulders tense and he brings my strap back up, situating it correctly before turning to the twinkle-eyed boy. His head falls back, a groan exiting his lips. "What are you doing to me?" He looks back at me.

I almost smile at the memory of last night before stopping myself.

"Sex." Liam says slowly. "S-E-X, you know when two people want pleasure from the other, not love and the man puts his dic-"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Archer growls, letting me go and stalking for the door.

A laugh escapes my lips as I fix my dress, watching Archer stalk for Liam.

Liam grins over at me, "Cute laugh." Before his eyes widen comically and he races down the hallway, Archer on his heels.

I quickly slip my feet into a pair of heels, grabbing a brush and brushing my hair back into a slicked back ponytail, adding the tiniest amount of conditioner to keep it in place before following the sounds of Archer and Liam to the Kitchen.

I stop at the threshold, watching Archer pace on the other side of the counter, Liam facing off against him.

Cleo sits at the island, a beautiful dress adorning her figure, the shade of green complimenting her mocha toned skin perfectly, sandwich in hand. She munches on it, attention riveted on the two grown men, and I take a seat beside her.

"So, what's going on?" She asks after swallowing.

"They were making a porn video!" Liam shouts.

Cleo chokes on her sandwich and turns to me, makeup done flawlessly.

I shake my head as Archer scowls. "I already have the cemetery picked out where I'm going to bury you."

"Is it pretty?"

"Can I borrow that?" I point to the knife Cleo used for her sandwich and she hands it over with a smirk.

"Liam!" Archer snarls

"Oh, it's okay guys! You could've carried on." He shrugs his shoulders and sends a grin my way.

I narrow my eyes.

I grab the handle of the knife and throw it up in the air, my gaze pinned on Liam's.

His baby blues stop twinkling.

"Don't you dare!"

I don't listen, flinging the weapon at Liam's head - well a few millimetres to the left.

He yells and jumps as the dagger lands a hairsbreadth away from his head, leaving him scratch free.

"Hey! I'm bleeding." He whines and runs his finger from the tip of his ear to the bottom.

Maybe I miscalculated.

I smirk at Liam as his face whitens.

Maybe not.

He looks stricken, hurt crossing his features. "Baby girl, how could you? My beautiful ear."

Archer uses his distraction to move to his side of the island. Once Liam notices Archer a high-pitched yell escapes him, and he takes off. Muttering something along the lines of 'fucking bitch and her dog'.

I chuckle as Archer slows and walks to me, letting Liam run.

Cleo takes a bite of her sandwich and Clay walks in, eyebrows furrowed.

I shake my head. "You don't want to know."

He shakes his head, rubbing at his temples. "I'm too old for this shit."

"You're the same age as me." I mutter, not meaning to say the words aloud.

His green eyes find mine, "Then we're both too old for this shit."

I smile despite myself. "True."

Clay looks to Archer, "Are you going to go get ready?"

Archer nods, his eyes dragging to me. "I got distracted."

Clay hums, "Hmm, I'm sure."

Cleo's eyes settle on me, her amusement palpable, "That's obvious, look at the hickie's on her neck."

I swallow, refraining from slapping a palm on my skin to hide the bruises.

Clay groans, "Just go get ready."

"Sir, yes, sir."

I watch Archer leave, Clay disappearing towards the garage.

"Why isn't Clay the leader?" I ask Cleo the question that has been eating at me since I met them, "He very obviously has the qualities of a leader, even Archer listens to him for direction."

Cleo sighs, placing her unfinished sandwich on the plate once more, "Because his father wants him to be leader."

My brows furrow.

"Clay doesn't get along with Director." She elaborates, "And since leadership was something Director wanted Clay to obtain - pushed and demanded really." She amends. "He asked Archer to be leader and we all agreed with it, to spite Director."

"All of you went against Director?" I ask.

She shrugs, "We're family." She looks to me with a grin, "Just like you're becoming."

I swallow unsteadily, shaking my head. "Nowhere near it."

She lifts a brow and looks back at the stairs, "If the last thirty minutes is anything to go by, you're not far off it."

I breathe out slowly, pushing myself off the stool, hearing footsteps walking down the stairs. "I'm gonna head off, clear my head."

I don't wait for her to reply before I'm leaving the house, sipping in the fresh air as my mind runs with thoughts I can't control.