Warm sunlight slips over my body, the sheets tangled between my legs, the mattress soft and pliable beneath my body as I open my eyes, gaze landing on the empty bed across from me, the sheets still perfectly made.

Sighing softly, I twist, feeling Sebs gaze on me, the man of the hour standing at the end of the bed, hands curled around the bannister as he leans back on it, his dark gaze smoothing over my body in a slow, sensual caress.

I lift a brow, sitting up slightly in the bed to view him better, my own eyes skating along his exposed chest, following the dips and grooves painted on his skin. Old wounds litter his body, white and jabbed across his ribs. His muscles contract under my gaze before I reach the sweats resting low on his hips, doing very little to hide anything beneath the thin great fabric.

"Angel."

"Sebastian." I murmur back, lifting my eyes to his.

The door below open with a low whine, my eyes snapping to glance at it, Sebastian turns from where he stands, looking down to the first floor of the loft.

"Romeo." Sebastian says, surprise in his voice. "You're home."

"So I am, John."

I get up from my spot on the bed, wrapping the sheets around me before I slowly walk to where Seb stands, resting a hip lazily against the bannister beside him.

I look down at Romeo as his head snaps up, eyes lingering on me before dismissing me, looking back to Sebastian.

"What is she doing here?"

I feel Sebs hand curl around my waist, pulling me smoothly into his body.

"She needed a place to stay."

"And you couldn't take her anywhere else?" Romeo says, his words implying there was another place to choose.

"No." Seb leaves no room for argument, before smirking at his brother. "Don't worry, we won't use your bed."

Romeo scoffs, the sound echoing off the four walls of the old warehouse.

"I'm not staying long. He'll be expecting me back tonight." Romeo raises a brow, as if delivering a message to Seb and I see Sebs jaw tick, before he nods harshly. "Just remember-" Romeo start a before Seb cuts him off.

"I know what to do."

Romeo moves through the first floor, walking quickly up the stairs as he grabs a bag and begins packing it quickly.

"I hope you know what you're doing." He says, avoiding looking at me even as I stare straight at him.

"Romeo-" Seb starts but Romeo doesn't listen, shoving one last item in his bag before descending the stairs and making for the door, turning back once to finally look at me.

"You've always been easily distracted, Brother." His gaze flicks from Seb to me and back again, "Just remember what you're here for."

"I know." Seb grunts out, anger coating his words in a thick layer.

I don't ask the questions nipping at me, pulling from Sebs hold as the door shuts, walking for the bathroom.

"I need to shower." I say, tightening the sheet around my body, looking back at Seb as I close the door.

"I'll cook you breakfast."

I smile at his grin, unable to stop myself. "Give me ten."

• • •

The smell of food wafts from the kitchen below, enticing me down. The old wood creaks under the pressure of my weight and Seb turns at the noise, the sight of him still shirtless, holding a spatula sure to live rent free in my mind for days.

"You're dressed."

"Would you have preferred me to stay in the sheet for the rest of the day?"

"It was a delicious sight." Seb says, smiling devilishly, stalking closer to me. His hand curls around the back of my head, disappearing into my red strands as he slowly brings his folate towards mine, his other hand still holding the spatula.

His lips hover over mine for half a minute, gaze perusing my face before he sinks his lips onto mine. My head dips back, eyes falling shut as I let him take my lips with his, his tongue curling sensually around mine, searching as if he has all the time in the world with me.

He lets me go after another peck, turning his back to me to shift his attention back to the food.

I watch his back move as he cooks, the muscles beneath his skin contracting deliciously, my eyes taking in every move, every dip, every tattoo.

Sebastian's head turns to me, his lips quirking up the side as he catches me looking. "You have an insatiable habit of staring at me."

I look up into his eyes, letting my lips curl into a smile. "I like art."

Sebastian's chuckles, the sound deep and husky, a rich baritone lifting from low in his chest, shoulders shaking.

I shake my head, and take a seat at the long table.

He grins, his dark eyes watching me before he reaches over, turning the stove off and grabbing the pan, spinning to show me what he's made.

"French toast?" I smile, looking back at him, "You're a regular house wife."

"You can wife me up anytime you want, Angel." He drops a plate in front of me, and I inhale the scent of maple syrup and fruit.

"What are you here for?" I ask, cutting a piece of toast and picking it up with the fork, my attention on him even though I stare at my plate.

Seb cuts a piece of his own toast, slipping it into his mouth before nodding at mine, "Eat if you're hungry, I have quite the day planned for us."

I raise a brow but bring the piece to my lips, my curiosity piqued. "What type of plan?"

Seb grins, that same dark echo appearing across his features, the lust for brutality in his gaze.

"A bloody plan."

• • •

I stare at the back of Sebastian's head as he pulls the motorbike silently into the back street between a row of Surburban houses, cutting off the engine with a twist of the key.

I slip off the back of the bike, quickly scanning the row of houses, hearing the hustle and bustle of the early afternoon rush.

Sebastian steps up to my side, his gaze on one particular house and I follow when he begins walking towards it, feeling a sense of calm overtake me.

The street is silent apart from the laughter echoing from down the street, children playing joyously as the afternoon falls deeper around us.

Sebastian reaches the back of the house, paying at the steps before reaching back for his gun, ensuring the safety is on and silencer attached before he tries the handle, finding it locked.

He takes a step back and lifts his leg, slamming his foot into the door, the wood splintering as it swings open, taking part of the frame with it.

I lift a brow, glancing over my shoulder at the back street, listing for any sign anyone heard us but nothing happens.

He slips inside, holding the broken door open for me, a manic grin on his face as he 'shuts' the door behind me and a laugh escapes me, hearing door swing back open again.

The only saving grace from his little show was that the back door faced the barely used street between the houses, and not the Main Street, and if whoever he's here for comes through the front door, there is no direct sight to the back door until they're already halfway through the house, far too deep to run by the time they realise the trouble they're in.

Sebastian crashes to the lounge, settling into the deep cushions with a sigh and he looks up, beckoning me closer with a roll of his wrist.

"Now what?" I ask, crashing to the couch beside him and curling into his body.

"Now we wait."

"The worst part." I mutter dejectedly, looking back at Seb over my shoulder.

He chuckles, lifting a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, "It won't be long, Rodney is usually home by 3pm."

I glance at the clock on the wall, seeing the tile in 2:35pm

I settle back into the comfort of Sebs arms and close my eyes, letting his smooth breath lull me into a sweet nap.

• • •

I start awake at the slam of a door and jerk against Sebs chest, and he drops his hand onto my knee, calming me down instantly as I look around the unfamiliar house, the reason we're here coming back to me.

Seb pats my knee twice, and I look towards him, raising a brow.

He swoops forward, stealing a kiss from my lips before he gets up, "Stay here." He murmurs lowly, before he disappears.

I settle back into the cushions, crossing my legs as I await the arrival of our guest, the sound of his keys in the door loud in the deathly silence.

A man walks through the house, his steps heavy of the thick carpet, humming under his breath as he drops a briefcase on the ground and loosens his tie before he finally notices me.

He jerks to a stop, his eyes widening into saucers and he stumbles back, eyes flicking to the cabinet against the wall.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

I sit forward, uncrossing my legs as I stare at the man.

"I don't know." I answer him truthfully. "I was hoping you could enlighten me."

Before Rodney has the chance to go for the weapon he obviously has in the cabinet he keeps staring at, I stand up.

"There's no point going for the gun." I murmur, flicking my head the area he keeps staring and those wide eyes fling back to me, fearful.

Sebastian re-enters at the man's silence, his own gun gripped in his hand as he stares at Rodney and the man finally notices him, sweat beginning to drip down his face.

"I-I- please."

"Save it." Sebastian says, shaking his head, "Any plea will fall on deaf ears, just like mine did yours."

Sebastian stalks closer as Rodney watches him, his demeanour succumbing to the rodent he is within second, cowering when he sees the resoluteness in Sebs eyes.

"Sebastian-" Rodney starts, the name a croak from his voice.

"So you do remember me." Sebastian says, "Good. That means I don't have to remind you why I'm here."

"You don't have to do this." Rodney pleads.

"I know." Seb shrugs, lifting the gun in his hand with the silencer, "but I want to."

The first shot hits his knee cap and Rodney slams to the floor in a beggars pose before a second bullet tears through the ligaments in his hands and he falls back to the ground.

I watch in fascination as Sebastian methodically circles Rodney, aiming and shooting his other kneecap. Blood coats both of us with its sticky substance, the tang of iron permeating the air.

Even when Rodney curls into a ball, the pleads exiting his mouth blurring into one long murmur.

Seb steps forward, kicking Rodney over, the man uncurling and Sebs uses his feet to kick at Rodneys uninjured hand, slowly applying pressure to his wrist so he can't curl his hand into the protection of his body any more. And then Sebastian shoots the uninjured hand, stepping back and beginning with his feet, shooting one then the other.

He then moves to his shoulders, then slams a boot into Rodney's hip.

And I watch everything, my gaze not once leaving the reckoning Sebastian is reaping on this man's body.

I walk for the couch and settle into the cushions, watching the heaviness in Sebastian's shoulders fall with every groan and murmur he coaxes from his prey, watch everything until finally Rodney dies painfully, his last words Sebastian's name, a plead for mercy that was never delivered.