“Because father was taken. Why do you care, they do just fine with me.” Ha they did the best with her.
    “Because I don’t want them to hurt my baby sister that’s why, Their dangerous”
    “You keep saying that, but you never tell me why their dangerous?”
    “Unlike other guys, they have the means to do some real damage.”
    “Are you kidding me right now? Look Craig I’ve been with dangerous men before, or have you forgotten. I’ve done everything in my power, to stay way from men like him. So why would you think I would put myself in that spot again?” Wait who hurt her! Owen looked at Van who shrugged, as far as he knew it wasn’t much more then what Owen new.


    “I don’t and yes I remember. But this is different. If your involved with them, they could do more then break your heart.”
    “Craig my heart has been broken before, she’s is practically held on by super glue and duck tape. So don’t go preaching to me about broken hearts.” The brothers didn’t like any of that, she shouldn’t have to feel guarded around them. They had no intention of hurting her, no would they lay a hand on her if she said not to.

    “Please Riae, once father gets an opening pass the twins to him. Let him deal with their training, you focus on other things”  The room went pin drip silent, before the sound of crackling had the brother peaking out the slits of the door. God this felt like when they were five, sneaking around where they shouldn’t of been. Only this time it was personal, she was breaking before their very eyes. And if they wanted to keep her, they couldn’t do anything but watch. Twisting her body, before growling at him she thinned her eyes out.

    “You listen to me. I have worked my ass off to get the respect from those two, and it wasn’t easy let me tell you. But I will not just hand them off like a piece of trash, I don’t need anymore. I will not do that for a few reasons, one being they have the potential to go all the way. Two because I am not so low as to try and gain something off a fighter to make my rep go up. If father gets an opening, and they see fit to leave to him then that’s their choice. BUT don’t you dare tell me to focus on other things, when you really mean to push papers all day.”

If they had been females, they might have been crying or awwing in affection. She was standing up for them, praising them and giving them the upper hand over her brothers. Supporting them in saying they would go all the way, was enough to make them crave her more.

    “But Riae” He gasps, looking like a hit deer.
    “No buts Craig, and another thing” Sticking her finger into his face. Oh good lord she wasn’t done with his sorry excuse for an ass.   

    “If I want to sleep with them, I so god damn will, I will ride those two like fucking stallions till I can’t walk straight. And you and our brothers will support me, because WERE FAMILY. Do..I ..make….myself …clear?” Sucking in air quietly, their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. Better then perfect, she was pushing her luck if she thought they were going to stay in this closet much longer with words like stallions being tossed around.

Her brother took a few seconds to compose himself, before apologizing once more taking his leave. Hearing her walk down the hall, she flung the door open. It was to much for them, as Owen crashed his lips first into her. Van grabbing her body kissing all over, making her legs buckle. Moving her to the bed, continuing their love attack on her. Laughing a little they paused looking at Riae, her eyes were closed as she laughed.

    “Guys you’re the best. But I need to get my bags packed and I need dinner” Cupping each of their faces. Always simple and to the point she was, as she got up grabbing the fallen bag.
    “Dinner?” Van asked, looking at her as they both shifted to a sit on her bed.

    “I was going to make something” She replied, tapping her finger to her lips. Walking to a long dresser, grabbing socks and a few bras. Owen dipped his fingers into the black duffle, pulling out a bright red bra. Van hummed surely she was going to show them what that looked like on her.
    “Guys stop messing around” Snatching the bra, dropping it back into the bag. Walking into the closet she came back out with a few shirts, folding them nicely into the bag.
    “Why so much?” Van asked.

    “Because we have at least two days their, depending on how the fight goes. Plus the last time I went, some moron spilled beer all over me and I had to wear that for the rest of the trip. So now I go prepared for the worst.” Shrugging as she folded another shirt. Sighing she looked over the bag, pointing inside it mouthing a few things.

    “Okay now….I need tomorrows clothes” Flipping out her cell, she titled her head back and forth.
    “Mild weather.” Making a little sound, clipping the cell closed. The black heels she wore were tossed out, along with a pair of black jeans match tank and vest. Looking over everything she smiled, looking up at them.

    “Okay I’m gunna make dinner now” Spinning around, they grinning following her. Her cooking had proved to be something they had wanted again, so naturally if the beauty was up for cooking they weren’t going to stop her. Hitting the couch, they staid out of her way. Clicking the tv back on, watching a fight. Humming in the kitchen they looked over, to finder her ear plugged with an ipod banging music.

She hadn’t even thought twice about making sure not to bother them with watching the game. Muting the tv they wanted as she rocked her hips and head to a beat. Pulling out a pan placing it on the stove, she cranked the heat spinning around. The woman was graceful even when dancing she could work her moves into cooking, without so much as a problem.

Chopping food up, she tossed the pieces into the sizzling pan. Opening the fridge pulling out a beer, popping the cap pouring a little into the pan, before downing the rest. Placing it in the trash, grabbing the handle flipping the pieces into the air. Making sure to catch all of them, before turning the heat down. Mouthing the words, shaking her ass they couldn’t take not knowing what she was listening to.

Taking her ipod off, she paused looking surprised as Van pushed the device into the radio holder. Music blasted out which surprisingly was heavy beat remix music, with a flare like her. They listened for a few seconds as the song switched over to another one, and her face blushed. The techno music was mixed with everything from rap to country.

    “What?” Looking like a cute child.
    “Interesting choice” Owen said, which seemed to surprise her more.
    “I mixed it” Causing the twins to rethink, the choice. This was her music, literally. The woman made her own music list, adding in crazy parts from movies, and songs. Laughing when it flipped to another song, she had to be kidding with this song. Giggling she continued to shake to the music, making them laugh a little more.

    “What is this?” Van asked taking a seat at her table.   
    “I don’t know. I just got bored one night, and started piecing things together.” Checking on a small pot she had covered, mixing the item inside. Owen had grabbed a beer out of the fridge for him and his brother, as she went to grab three bowls.

    “Here” She said handing them each a bowl, gladly taking the huge helping of food she handed them each a folk. Walking over to the couch, sitting down they took up next to her.
    “Sorry but I want a fight free night” Sighing she flipped through the channels, looking for something. Not that they really cared, they lived in a fighting ring so whatever she wanted to watch was fine. That and it was her place, and she was already stressed enough no need to push her. Flipping she paused, returning to something laughing she tossed the remote.

    “Huh?” Van asked mouthful.
    “2Weeks notice” Answering him.
    “Never heard of it” Chocking she looked at him.
    “It has hugh Grant” As if that would help. Shaking his head, she looked to Owen who was more interested in his food.

    “Wow you two need to get out more” Sipping her beer. Huffing at her remark, they watched the movie. She would giggle every once in a while, causing them to smile. At some point she had curled into a small ball, stuffing her hands under her knees trying to keep them warm. Owen smiled shifting her around, so her head lay on his lap. Watching his brother Van grabbed her legs dragging them over his lap.

Yawning she hummed, as they watched something else on the tv.

    “Your not sleeping with me. I have a spare bed and a couch fight over that.” She whispered closing her eyes. Rolling their eyes, turning to smile at each other. It was clear ‘well see about that’ before looking down at her. Soon her breathing was shallow as she was passed out, moving a piece of hair out of her face he smiled. Tapping his brothers shoulder, Van wanted to get to bed as well. Nodding Van helped his brother scope her up, carrying her to her room. Pulling the covers back, Van new he was ready to say the word to her but his brother was still guarded.

He had a harder time saying what was on his mind, keeping himself closed off from the world. Where Van was more willing to except things, but for his brothers sake he wouldn’t voice his opinion just yet. Knowing damn well she was going to get hot, the twins pulled her sweats off. Leaving her in a pair of royal blue boy shorts, huffing Owen crawled in after her followed by his brother.

Restful sleep passed over them, as they covered her body with themselves.

The annoying beeping of her alarm, went off making them groan. Van reached over trying to stop the absurd sound, which suddenly stopped without his touch. Opening one eye blinking through the film of sleep, he saw a black outline. His other arm moved to where Riae should be, only to hit his brother who growled at him.

“Owen?” Van said with a groggy voice.
    “Umm” He replied, not feeling the need for words.
    “Where’s Riae?” Turning his head to the middle of the bed, opening his eyes a little more. The shades were still pulled closed, as the alarm said it was four in the morning. Owen evidently snapped out of his sleep mode, sitting up to fast. Checking the bed he frowned, at the empty spot where his woman should still be sleeping. Light sounds were coming from behind the closed door, as the guys got up walking to it. Padding their way to the one light on kitchen, they found Riae sipping at a coffee from the shop she sent them to.

“Oh  morning” Speaking softly to them. They greatly appreciated that, rubbing their eyes yawning out.
    “Why are you up?” Van asking through a yawn.
    “I was worried, so I got up an hour ago” Owen coughed, looking at her.
    “Why?” Taking a seat next to her.
    “I get really excited when I go to a fight. So I end up not sleeping very late. Plus I still had a few things to do, so Heather said you two like your coffee like this” Sliding a cup to Owen, as she handed one to Van.

    “You went out?” Van took a seat on the other side of her.
    “Yes. I also unlocked the gym for Sara, and got the Suv for us while out.” Sipping the coffee. Damn this woman was independent, did she ever ask for help.
    “If you two want to get dressed, I already loaded the car so well go when your ready. I also checked on the phone for your matches, but they haven’t gotten the sheet ready yet”

This was being to prove better then, their last trainer who actually took them to a fight. Never bothered check the sheet, never mind making sure they had a bag. Riae was both efficient and on point, the woman was already way ahead of things then the fight management was. Either fighting was in her blood, or she was just born to be perfect for them.

Getting up she showed them what a female couch wears to a fight match, dressed in tight black jeans dipping down to her black four inch heels. The black leather vest pushing her intimates up, a black cuff link on one wrist. Hair curled hanging down on one side, showing off all her tattoos. Even in heels the woman was a graceful as they come, making it look way to easy. Sipping at the hot coffee, she winked at them.