happy 1 year to killshot! (lets just all ignore that I'm 1 day late on this OK pretends its still april 1st)

also, ps just a reminder that harry is 6'4 ok lol anyway ENJOY

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065. GOLDEN // HEAVEN

Harry had never left a room so fast in his twenty-seven years of living.

The voices from behind called him back, telling him to think things through. But he couldn't think - there was no time for that. Time was fleeting, and Harry had to find her.

The only thing on his mind was finding Rory.

Handler had been fucking with his head all day, torturing him with memories from the past she had to know he couldn't remember. All with the intention of - well, Harry still didn't know what for. But he assumed the goal of ruining his night for her pure twisted enjoyment was high on the list of possibilities.

So whether or not her final text was just to continue toying with him or a threat to safety, Harry didn't care. He couldn't afford to stop to think and waste precious time that could save her life. Harry just had to act.

"Harry!" Dallas's voice boomed, grabbing Harry's arm as they neared the end of the hallway.

With a disgruntled sigh of annoyance, Harry quickly turned around. "I don't have time to think of a plan, Dallas. So-"

"I know." Reaching behind his back, Dallas pulled out a weapon. "Take it. I have a spare. I brought it for you just in case."

Securing the gun into the waistband of his pants, Harry couldn't help but think about the remarks Rory would make over it being a terrible place to keep a weapon. God - he even thinking about her smart mouth remarks pained his chest. He needed to find her.

With loud, heavy breaths from running, Kip finally caught up with the two others. "Rory-" Kip started, "I know-" his voice trailed off, sucking in a harsh breath, "where-" Falling silent, the front half of his body hunched over, resting a hand on his knee for support.

"Kip, buddy, I say this out of love." Dallas patted him on the back. "But you better finish that sentence before Harry goes psycho mode."

Straightening his posture, Kip finally regained control of his wild breathing to form (somewhat of) a proper sentence. "I hacked the cameras as soon as we got in," typical, "and after being outside with Colson, Rory was by the dance floor."

"Are you sure?" Dallas asked.

"Positive. I've been tracking everyone's movements just to be safe," they knew he was just bored being at a club, "from the second we got in here. She was by the dance floor just a few minutes ago."

Harry immediately stepped toward the balcony and surveyed the crowd. He should have been relieved when he laid his eyes on her, spotting her in the center of the dance floor. But his face fell, noticing she wasn't alone.

Rory was dancing with someone else - however, that fact was far from the issue Harry had. It was all due to her female companion for the night sporting a familiar shade of golden blonde hair that formed a pit in his stomach.

If there was anything Harry had learned from tonight, it was that nothing could be coincidental.

The twisted feeling Harry had was quickly pushed aside. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the target as he ordered, "Dallas, handle the perimeter. Kip, stay on the cameras. Understood?" Harry received a simultaneous nod in response. "Good. Let's go."

"Wait!" Kip reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, slim case. He opened the case revealing the items inside and handed one out to each of them. "Earpiece," he told them, knowing they had seen the device a million times before, "might be hard to communicate over the loud music."

Dallas clasped a hand on his back and cheerfully said, "Nice thinking, kid! Putting those big brains to work and planning ahead." Raising a hand to his ear, he pressed and said, "Testing... testing... one, two, three. Do you copy? Over! Hottie at twelve, over! Do you need backup? Over!"

Ignoring the childish remarks, Harry slipped the device into his ear and quietly exchanged his words of thanks to Kip. They weren't as cheerful as the ones received from Dallas; however, his attitude was understandable. This wasn't playtime for him - there was no desire to joke around or tread lightly.

Harry's process was second nature - far more focused and engaged than his gleeful companion. Some thought of his movements as robotic, although Harry didn't care what others labelled it.

The only thing Harry cared about was Rory. He needed to get to her, ensure her safety and never let it slip for the rest of the night.

There was a chance Handler's text was another attempt at messing with his head. But Harry couldn't take that possibility for granted. Just because she was on the dance floor enjoying her night didn't mean she was safe and away from harm.

After all, from where he stood, her dance partner resembled a ghost from his past. And something inside him said that was intentional.

Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, Harry gave a final nod to the others. Kip remained by the stairs, hidden in a secluded spot off to the side. It was far enough away from passing patrons where he wouldn't be bothered by any drunken bodies but close enough to observe the surroundings on the elevated platform. Meanwhile, Dallas stayed near the crowd's edge, pacing back and forth - watching and waiting for any movements.

While the two got into their respective positions, Harry pushed his way through the sea. It was easy to maneuver the crowd. Rarely Harry found himself thankful to deal with drunken people. But it was always easier to manipulate someone's movements when they were under the influence. With a slowed reactionary time and lack of balance, catching someone off guard and tossing them aside before they realized what had happened was far easier.

Alcohol slows the function of nerves which spread messages throughout the body - Harry learned that from a textbook he read.

Textbooks. Never did he imagine reading something like that for fun. Truth be told, Harry never thought he'd have so many of them at his disposal, let alone one. Textbooks were one of the many gifts Rory brought into his life. Even the things she enjoyed spread warmth throughout his chest.

Rory. She truly loved her books. And he truly loved-

Pushing past the last body, Harry expected to see her standing in front of her, right in the center of the dancefloor. Seconds ago, Kip informed that Rory and her companion were still in position - that Harry was right on target. But the space in front of him was bare. Even the crowd had yet to swarm the new area of the floor. Harry's brow furrowed. He turned around, eyeing each person that paid him no attention, continuing to dance to the beat of the music.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"I don't know!" Kip cried. "She was right there!"

"Damn. We really have a Houdini on our hands!" Dallas laughed to himself over the remark.

"She's at the bar!" Kip (unknowingly saving Dallas from Harry's rage) chimed in. "With Colson!"

Harry pushed back through the crowd. He didn't care if the people in his way were thrown across the room or on the ground. Besides, it's not like they could fight him back and have any chance of winning. Met with Dallas at the end of the crowd, the two headed straight for the bar, with Kip catching up from behind.

Tonight had taught Harry many things. However, one thing that stuck to the forefront of his brain was that a sense of relief was fleeting - and by god, was it hard to fucking earn.

Spotting a lonely figure by the bar, a frustrated sound escaped his mouth. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Harry sneered. "Where is she?"

"What?"

"Rory," you fucking idiot, "where is she?"

"Outside." Noting the angered glare, he quickly added, "What? Is she not allowed to go out for a smoke now?"

"And you didn't think to go outside with her?"

"What did you want me to do? Hover over her while she talks to someone? Considering you set up this night so she could enjoy herself before tomorrow, I'm quite positive that would ruin things." Lifting his glass, he muttered before taking a sip, "for both of us."

"Who was she with?"

Colson shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? Some blonde chick."

"But you saw what the person looks like?"

"Yeah, I saw her, Harry."

Colson didn't recognize her - therefore, she's not a threat. She's a nobody. Good. Nobodys are good right now. No dead ex-girlfriends rising from the grave tonight. But... even a nobody is a somebody. So, who is she?

Noting the confused glance, Colson's eyes narrowed. "Why are you getting so pissed off over this?"

"Why? Because I think it's important to get a visual on the random individual you let Rory wander off with." His jaw clenched. "That's why."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I needed to monitor her every move," Colson spat. "Despite the role you've so clearly demoted me to while the three of you are off doing god knows what, I'm not her fucking babysitter. If you cared so much about her whereabouts, maybe you shouldn't have left her alone all fucking night."

As Harry's fist clenched over the hostile response, Dallas quickly grabbed his arm and held the angered man back. "Okay, okay, let's all take a breather!" Attempting to release the tension, Dallas released a forced laugh. "Where'd she go, Colty?"

"Outside. Smokers pit." Before Harry could turn around and take his first step, Colson added, "Better hurry."

While Dallas released a frustrated sigh over the comment ruining his attempt at peace, Harry arched a brow. "And why's that?"

"Blondie was all over her. Pretty sure she wants to fuck your girlfriend - oh, sorry. Is that the right term these days? The two of you are so hard to keep track of from one day to the next."

Harry's glance softened as a sarcastic chuckle fell from his mouth. Stepping forward, wearing a mockingly pleasant grin, he dipped his head down. "I'm going to let the smart-mouthed comments pass right now because clearly, your little tantrum is over being left out." His voice dropped to a low whisper. "But mark my words. If I go outside and find out that she has even the tiniest scrape on her body, I will rip your throat out."

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Colson bitterly replied, "Sounds good, Boss."

Colson hated using that word. Harry, well aware of that fact, knew he only used it to express his anger and displeasure. But unfortunately for him, Harry had little time or care, for that matter, to find any sympathy for the man in front of him.

The only thing Harry cared about was Rory.

Turning around, he looked at Dallas and ordered, "Stay in here. Be alert and ready to move if needed."

Receiving a direct nod in response, Harry was glad he could at least count on Dallas to always follow procedure. If Harry thought there were parts of his old self he could never get rid of, he would also have to say the same for Dallas. And at times like these, where Harry didn't have the time nor care to coddle someone's feelings over being left out, he was thankful for that.

Pushing open the back door and stepping outside, Harry was immediately met with the cold night air and a heavy waft of cigarette smoke. The space around resembled nothing of a pit - more like a darkened alley that was barely lit. Alleyways were quickly becoming the common ground for them, it appeared. One way or another, they always ended up back here.

Whether that was by luck or force - a game of chance or intentional - was still to be determined.

His head quickly turned from side to side, scanning the few drunken bodies resting against the brick wall. It wasn't long before his eyes fell on a familiar face standing near the end of the line, laughing along to whatever her dance partner had said.

"Rory!" Harry called out - his voice sounding overly relieved.

Meeting his glance, her smile grew as she waved him over - an invitation he accepted without a second thought. Suddenly, the relief was no longer in his voice; relief spread throughout his body like wildfire.

A patron walked in front, blocking Harry's view as he was seconds away from joining Rory. Annoyed over the sudden interruption, Harry spared the drunken man no mind, shoving him to the side. But once his view was clear, Rory's companion had already made her way toward the end of the ally and ducked back inside.

Rory didn't turn her head and bid her friend goodbye. Standing with a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, her attention focused solely on Harry from the moment she looked at him.

And as Harry finally stood in front of her, he uttered no greeting - the overpowering relief didn't allow for it. Harry couldn't manage a hello. Placing a hand on her hip and pulling her body into his, Harry dipped his head forward and removed the minimal distance.

The kiss was soft and delicate, but every movement and touch was deliberate. Harry knew she had a full drink in her hand and didn't want to risk spilling it everywhere. He knew Rory wouldn't mind a spilled drink if it meant indulging in one of their usual alleyway visits. But that's not what finding her was for. Finding her was to ensure her safety and protection - however, he couldn't help but indulge in a kiss or two... or three.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against hers, listening to the heavy founds of her breathing. Rory licked her lips and smiled as she leaned back.

"My little Houdini is back," she teased, bringing the cigarette to her mouth for a drag.

"What?"

"Houdini," she repeated, turning her head to release the smoke, "You know, the magician? Wait. Are you," she dropped her voice to a whisper, "Harry Houdini? Is that why you're so good at disappearing on me?"

Ignoring her teasing and the way the sound of her giggling at her own joke caused his heart to skip a beat, Harry changed the topic. "Where'd your friend go?"

"Why? Jealous?"

"I wanted to introduce myself," he stole another kiss, "Thank her for keeping my girl company."

"I think she went to go join her friends again. To be honest, once I saw you, her voice kind of faded into the background."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't even catch the mystery girl's name." Noting his eyes searching the space around them, she handed him her glass. "Here. You look like you could use a drink."

His nose wrinkled over the smell. "What is this?"

"No idea. My dance partner told me to order it. I took a few sips, but I couldn't handle anymore."

"You ordered this yourself?"

She nodded.

Alright, so at least it's not poisoned if she ordered it herself, he thought. And she's still standing.

Although it smelled foul, his need for a drink outweighed the option of turning down the beverage. Tipping back the glass, Harry drained the liquid as fast as he could. "Shit," with the burn hitting the back of his throat, he added in a strained voice, "She has a shit taste in ordering drinks." Harry looked over his shoulder.

"Maybe. But at least she doesn't ditch me to do wanna-be criminal stuff for half the night."

"Fuck, Rory, I-"

"Relax. I'm just busting your balls a bit," she patted her hand against his crotch. "Now, apologize with another one of those special kisses."

Harry needed no further invitation. The mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol was an intoxicating, lethal combination. It made both of them feel like they were floating during the kiss - and dizzy back on the ground once they pulled apart for a breath.

"You know... I could get used to you apologizing this way."

"Yeah?"

"Mm," she hummed. "That doesn't mean you can do it all the time. An 'I'm sorry' still goes a hell of a lot further. But there's something in the way you kiss me when you're trying to apologize."

"Well, what if I tried this...." He pressed his lips against hers. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, kissing her again, "I'm sorry," kiss, "I'm," kiss, "sorry," kiss. Harry leaned his head back. "How about that?"

With a pouted bottom lip and a furrow in her brow, her head cocked slightly to the side as she thought it over. "I guess it depends on what you're apologizing for." Raising the cigarette to her mouth, she took a long drag and slowly released, causing the smoke to haze the surrounding air around them. "Are you sorry that you left me..." Rory cocked her head to the side, "or... are you sorry that a pretty girl took your place?"

"I'm sorry that I left you."

"So, you're not jealous I found a replacement for you?"

"No," he honestly replied. "It's what I deserved."

With a nod of approval, she smiled. "Good answer."

"Did you at least enjoy yourself while I was gone?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous? You're never this curious over whether I've enjoyed myself."

Harry watched as she brought the cigarette between her lips for another drag. "Well, it sure seemed like you were from the bit I caught."

"You know, tonight you have proven more and more how much you like watching, Harry."

"I like watching you enjoy yourself, Bambi."

"Then you should be happy to know that I did enjoy myself - very much," she purred.

"Yeah?" Leaning forward, he gave her a soft peck on the lips before moving his attention along her jaw, up to her ear. "Tell me about it."

Rory's eyes closed in response to him kissing down her neck. "I met her after I came back inside," she quietly started, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to suppress a moan, "S-she was very nice and pretty... and- fuck," she groaned.

"And what, baby?"

"A-and told me how pretty I was."

"I'm not surprised," Harry whispered against her skin, "Look at you."

Her cheeks flushed over the remark. "We started talking for a bit, and I mentioned I hadn't been to this place before but that my boyfriend had brought me. A-and when she asked where you were, I said just taking a work call."

"Smart girl," he cooed.

"She said you were an idiot for leaving me alone."

"I was."

"I know. I told her that." Her fingers dug into his shoulder as he playfully nipped her skin. "Right after I called you an idiot, she asked me if I wanted to dance with her. I said-" her words were replaced with a shudder as Harry darted his tongue over the teeth marks indented into her skin, "F-fuck-"

Pulling his head slightly back, he soaked in the look of desire she had written over her face for a moment before asking, "You said fuck?"

"No, I told her I'd love nothing more." Eyes narrowing over his teasing, she took a final hit from her cigarette and handed it to him. "She told me something."

Pinching the almost gone stick between his thumb and index finger, he raised a brow as it rested between his lips. "What?"

"She said she wanted to kiss me."

"Did you?"

"Did I kiss her?"

Busy with the cigarette between his lips, Harry hummed his reply.

"No!" Her eyes widened over the question. "I didn't!"

"Rory-"

"I promise!"

"Rory-"

"Nothing happened after she made that comment!"

"Rory!"

"Yes?"

Harry tossed the butt onto the ground and rubbed it out with the bottom of his shoe. Turning his head, he released the smoke from his lungs. "Don't spiral, Bambi. I'm not accusing you of anything - I was just asking."

"Oh." Rory looped her finger around the chain hanging from his neck. "Well, we haven't talked about our rules," she said quietly. "So, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have."

"Did you want to?"

Finger twisting around the chain, her shoulders shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. "As soon as she said it, I got too nervous to think that far ahead."

"My little Bambi got nervous?" Raising his hand, he gently grasped her chin and tilted her head. "That's adorable, baby." Harry pecked her lips before she could whine over his choice of words. "My pretty girl," he murmured, "getting nervous over pretty girls...."

"You know, it's-" kiss, "hard to-" kiss, "get-" kiss, "mad-" kiss, "when you keep-" kiss, "kissing me like-" kiss, "that."

"I'm sorry," he told her genuinely, "I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I just find it surprising to hear you got nervous."

"It's easy to be in control around guys because, well, your kind is pretty stupid," she said bluntly. "Girls are different...." Her eyes drifted off to the side. "It's weird talking to you about this stuff."

"We don't have to if-"

Rory's eyes widened. "Shit, no, sorry! I just mean..." she released a heavy breath, "I've never felt comfortable talking about this with someone, you know, so casually before. But with you, I don't feel judged or sexualized. It's just nice."

"A nice weird?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "a nice weird."

"I'll take that." Raising a hand to her cheek, he added, "Just know I'm never going to judge you for exploring yourself, Rory. Whether you act on it or just want to talk about it - I'm only ever going to support you."

"Thank you."

Instantly upon hearing the first shiver that slipped past her lips, Harry shrugged off his jacket. "Here."

Rory accepted the jacket without hesitation - a clear sign that she was, in fact, cold. "Thank you," she said softly, allowing him to place the oversized jacket over her shoulders.

"Let's spend the rest of the night exactly how you want."

"Well, I just want to spend it with you."

"Then what's what we'll do."

With a raised brow, she scoffed slightly at his response. "Really? You won't turn into Harry Houdini again?"

"I won't." He held up his pinkie finger. "I promise."

Rory hooked her small finger around his. "That's a bold move. Do you remember what happens if you break a promise?"

"Yes-"

"I get to cut your dick off."

"I'm well aware of your reasonable punishment, Bambi. But you seem to have forgotten that I have a good track record of keeping my promises.

"It was one promise, Harry. That's hardly a track record."

The corner of his mouth tugged upward. "It's still a hundred percent. I'm a star student. Now..." He dipped his head forward. "Seal it with a kiss." He pressed his lips to the pad of his thumb and waited for her to follow suit. With their thumbs pressed together, Harry added, "Now, to seal it with a proper kiss...."

Before Rory could complain about her line being stolen, Harry pulled her in for a kiss. It was a brief moment, but the rush was enough to overwhelm their bodies with a dizzy haze only that perfect kiss could allow.

"Do you want to go back inside?" he asked, catching his breath. "I'm sure I can find a few more dance moves in me."

Expecting her answer to be an easy "yes," her response surprised him.

"Could we just go home instead?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course, it is. I just..." her smile faltered slightly, "It was a nice distraction from what tomorrow entails... for a bit, at least. But I think I need a change."

Harry didn't dare let it show, but her words served as a painful reminder that although tonight's mission was over, the real mission was just beginning. "Of course," he told her softly, raising a hand to her cheek. "Whatever you want, Bambi. I'll text the guys and let them know to head to the car."

"I think I need to have some fun on the way home," Rory said, taking his hand as they headed down the alleyway. "Hopefully, Dallas will sit next to me. I like watching him squirm."

Harry chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "That's my girl."

It didn't take long to reconnect with the three others and file their way into the car. Colson got into the driver's seat without a word. It wasn't uncommon for him to be disengaged from the rest of the group; however, Harry could tell new anger was boiling within the already angry man. And when the car pulled up in front of the house, and Colson made a half-assed excuse not to come inside, Harry knew his suspicions were correct.

Thankfully, Rory had spent the entire car ride teasing Dallas to pay it much mind. Harry knew she preferred not having Colson around - but his sudden disinterest would have sparked her curiosity had it not been for her distraction.

"You know what we should do to really get this party going? Smoke!" Dallas announced, closing the front door behind him.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No thanks."

"Always the party pooper!" Dallas turned to Rory. "How about it?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm okay."

"God, you two got so lame when you started dating. Come on, Kip! It's just you and me - the only cool ones left!" Dallas grabbed the kid's arm and pulled him into the living room.

Harry stepped toward his girlfriend and placed a hand on her waist. "You can smoke if you want to, you know."

"Wow, thank you so much for your permission!" Rory sarcastically replied. "I actually just don't want to. I think it might make me more anxious about tomorrow."

"That's fair. I guess we'll just have to join in on the fun after tomorrow."

"And prove to everyone that we are so not lame!" Crossing her arms over her chest, she shook her head in disbelief. "Us?! Lame?"

He chuckled. "Don't listen to him, Bambi. He's an idiot. And-" Harry turned his head, spotting the two in the living room. "Dallas, don't let Kip smoke that much! You know how he gets!"

Rory giggled to herself as Harry led the way into the other room. Daddy Harry is off to work, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress her laughter.

Harry sat on the couch and pulled Rory down with him. She watched with admiration from her spot in his lap as Harry monitored the two and their weed intake. It was entertaining to watch Dallas sneaking Kip another hit every time he thought Harry wasn't looking. He was - directly at them. They were both just too high to notice.

"Oh! You know what we should do?!" Sitting at the opposite end of the couch, Dallas looked around at the group. "We should recreate the first night!"

"First night of what?" Kip asked from the floor as he stared at his hands in amazement.

"That we met lovely Rory! Let's get Kip wasted, shove him and Rory in a room together and see what she can steal!"

"Dallas," Harry warned. "Watch it."

"Yeah, Dallas," Rory mocked her boyfriend's tone as she leaned forward. "Don't insult me like that...." Noting his flushed skin, she smiled. "...Thinking I haven't already stolen something," reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a folded bill, "I believe this twenty is yours."

Dallas fished a wallet out of his back pocket, and his mouth fell agape as he opened it to find it bare. "How- when- how- what?!" Reaching forward, his hand tremored as he accepted the bill back. "How did... but you- what?!"

"I'm very good at what I do."

His eyes widened. "I think I'm in love."

Rory giggled and pinched his cheek. "Aw," she cooed. "I know you are, Dal."

Snaking an arm around her waist, Harry pulled Rory back. "Steal anything else tonight, Bambi?"

"Since I gave it back, I didn't steal anything. I was just borrowing!"

"That sounds like a technicality."

"Mmm," she hummed, tapping her chin as she pretended to think. "You know, I think you're right."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "I think I deserve to be taught a lesson for my crime. And, since I did steal from him after all, maybe Dallas should be the one that punishes me."

From the corner of his eye, Harry could spot Dallas's head pop up, overhearing the comment. "Don't even think about it," he spat at the wide-eyed fool.

"So, I can dance with pretty girls, but Dallas can't spank me?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, Bambi. We both know he's seconds away from fainting if he touches your arm. I can't risk him being out of commission for a week."

"It's true," Dallas said, nodding in agreement. "I think I might faint just picturing it."

"See?"

"Whatever." She folded her arms over her chest. "At the end of the day, Dallas would have never edged me on the dance floor like you did."

"Never, m'lady!"

"Oh, m'lady," Harry teased in a whisper. "What a lucky girl you are."

Rory maneuvered herself off his lap and straightened out her dress. "Well, this lucky girl needs a snack. So, if you boys would excuse me...."

"Is that code for something?"

"Yeah, it's code for: I'm hungry and need a snack." She playful swatted his chest with the back of her hand. "And, besides, you need to go on Dad duty."

His brow arched. "Excuse me? Dad duty?"

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she muffled the giggle that begged to escape from his confused expression. She pointed her finger at the body on the ground and repeated, "Dad duty."

"Why is everything so colourful?!" Kip cried, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh my god," he raised his hands in front of his face. "I'm shooting lasers! Are you guys seeing this?"

Rory giggled, hearing Harry start his lecture as she entered the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a snack. For someone who struggled to understand why Rory wanted to have children with him, Harry was already fulfilling his Dad duties quite well. Obviously, Dallas and Kip weren't a handful like babies. That was an insult to babies.

"Do we have any chips?"

"In the last cupboard."

Harry immediately made his way over and pulled out two bags. "Perfect," he muttered to himself. Barely leaving the kitchen, he threw the bags into the other room. "There. Eat and be quiet!" he yelled before slamming the door shut.

"Rough night with the kids, Daddy?"

Releasing an annoyed breath, Harry rounded the kitchen island and stood before Rory. "Yeah, they are-" He fell silent. "What did you just call me?"

"Harry."

"No, you said-"

"Ow! My feet hurt," she whined - a distraction that was also, unfortunately for her, true.

"Your feet hurt? Why didn't you take your heels off then?"

"Because they made my outfit look pretty!"

"Rory... you don't need shoes to make your outfit look pretty. You do that all on your own."

She released a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes. "Fine. It's because my shoes have this stupid, little annoying clasp, and I didn't want to struggle with it for ten minutes and look like an idiot!"

"So, you've just been suffering instead of asking for help?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you even know me?"

"Oh, I know you plenty, Bambi." Harry leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the counter and trapping her body in between. "Would you like me to help you solve the problem of your stupid shoes?"

A shiver ran down her spine as his lips ghosted over hers. "Yes."

"Where are your manners, Bambi?" he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment. "I didn't hear a please."

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please help me solve my problem with my stupid shoes."

"Of course, baby. Anything for you." He gave her a quick kiss before lowering his body onto one knee. Patting his thigh, he instructed, "Give me one foot."

Raising her foot, she placed it on his thigh, keeping the pressure off the heel to avoid pressing it against his skin. "You know, this is a good look for you. Down on your knees."

"Yeah?" Harry ran his fingertips against the bare skin of her leg, trailing them over her knee and calf before stopping at her ankle.

"Mm," she hummed, containing a shiver.

"I liked getting down on my knees for you last night. I guess I'm already getting used to it because I'm down here again for you in just over twenty-four hours, Bambi." The grin he wore faltered slightly as his fingers fumbled with the clasp. "Damn... is this super glued? Can I just cut the fucking thing?"

"No!" Rory cried, eyes widening in fear over the thought of destruction, "I love these shoes!"

"Well, it's a good thing you love them because you might be wearing them for the rest of your life."

"Wow... I must say, this is surprising."

"What is?"

"That the thing to take down my brainwashed assassin robot boyfriend was the strap on my heel."

Jaw clenching over the comment, Harry's eyes narrowed as he focused intensely on the task. "Shit," he huffed under his breath. The last thing he would let defeat him was a clasp - although, with every pressing second, it felt like the result was more possible. Harry managed to unclasp the impossible with one final tug and break her ankle free from its restraints. "Fucking finally," he muttered. "You need new shoes."

"Why?"

"Why?" he spat in disbelief, slipping her foot out of the heel. "Because these took a solid three minutes to get undone, Bambi. That's why."

"Aw, is your ego bruised? Is that why you want me to get new shoes? So you don't struggle with helping me?"

"I didn't struggle."

Rory carefully placed her shoe-free foot on the ground and rested the other on his thigh. "Right, of course."

The second shoe took just as long - but she did her best to keep the snarky remarks to a minimum over his losing battle to a shoe. Although, his frustration was quite entertaining. Harry looked more pissed off over her shoe than when she stole from him.

Rory didn't lower her shoe-free foot onto the ground this time around. Instead, she placed it back on his thigh. She was well aware of the display she presented, evident from the first moment she raised her leg. The material of her dress bunched from the slightest movement, so it was far from a surprise. It wasn't like Harry found an issue with it. In fact, he appeared mesmerized.

"Enjoying the view?"

Harry flickered his glance to meet hers, a sly grin spreading across his lips. "I am, thank you." Pressing the palm of his hand against the inside of her thigh, Harry kept her leg parted. Raising his other hand to the space between her legs, his thumb hovered over her lace-covered core. "Still needy from earlier, baby?"

Feeling his thumb graze the material, Rory could only respond with a desperate whimper.

"Remember what I told you on the dance floor?" Watching her expression twist with anticipation, he could sense her struggling to find an answer. His head turned to the side, pressing a quick kiss against the skin of her knee. "I said if you were a good girl..." his lips moved further up, leaving a trail of kisses behind, "I'd give you whatever you wanted when we got home... And you were a good girl, weren't you?"

Replying with a feverish nod, she whispered, "Y-yes."

"I'd have to agree... and I want to thank you for being so good tonight. Can I do that, baby?"

"Yes," her hands gripped the counter's edge, "please."

"So polite... now, remember your manners for me."

Her head cocked to the side, brows knitting over the remark. However, before she could question him, she got her answer. The cheeky devil on his knees had ripped her underwear, easily tearing the material and allowing it to pool on the floor.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she repeated, mocking his tone. "Underwear - especially pretty lace ones - are expensive!"

"Bill me then, sweetheart." Harry moved her leg from its arched position on his thigh and placed it over his shoulder.

Rory opened her mouth to respond, but her snappy retort died on the tip of her song the second she did. What was intended to be a phrase of articulate words to give Harry a piece of her mind turned into a thankful moan. All it took was the devil running his tongue along her slit for her to forget how to form a sentence.

At that moment, Rory honestly didn't care if she never spoke again - that's how desperate she was to release the tension that had been building from the dance floor hours ago. And thankfully, Harry knew how to apologize - especially with his tongue.

"F-fuck," she whispered, jaw falling slack as his tongue circled her clit. "Harry, please, I-" she fell silent, eyes clenching shut as he quickened the pace.

Rory was about to beg him not to tease her, knowing she couldn't handle it after what had transpired hours ago. But as if he had read her mind, Harry began working his tongue faster, trailing it up, circling her clit and then back down.

Thinking she heard a sound from the other room, her eyes fearfully looked over her shoulder. The last thing she wanted was someone to walk in and find her in this position. At least her back would be facing them, and Harry was protected by the centre island. And if-

"Bambi." Harry's voice pulled her attention away from the door. She watched as he wet two fingers and pressed them against her core. "Relax, baby."

"What if they walk in?"

"And what? See me pleasing my beautiful girlfriend?" Pushing a finger past her opening, he grinned, watching her struggle to contain her sounds. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum before dumb and dumber finishes those chips." Harry pumped two fingers in and out before leaning forward to circle her clit with his tongue. "That's it, baby," he cooed, looking up at her, "Focus on how good it feels... you're gonna cum for me, baby. Yeah?"

Rory nodded, sucking in a harsh breath.

"You're gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers for me, aren't you, baby?"

She whimpered as he quickened the pace.

"So needy for it, hm?"

"Harry, I- fuck-" she gripped the edge of the counter. "Please-"

"HARRY!" Dallas's voice cried from the other room. "WE NEED MORE CHIPS!"

As her eyes widened in fear, Harry quickly got up. "Not until you cum, Bambi," he instructed, his two fingers still inside her. "Cum for me, baby." His lips went to her neck, working on the spot that drove her crazy.

A fist pounded on the other side of the door. "Harry! Stop keeping our chips hostage!"

"Free the chips!" Kip chimed in. "Free the chips!"

The door busted open. Rory immediately tried to duck for cover - for some reason, she thought that was the best option - but Harry kept her in place. She opted not to fight him back on it. Their two intruders were faced with her backside, and her dress was still on. There was no cause for concern unless she created one. Although, it didn't help that Harry kept his hand between her legs.

"What do you two want?" Harry snapped.

"Chips!"

"Last cupboard," he pointed to the far end. "Get them and go."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Dallas snickered.

"Hurry!" Kip, who thought he was speaking in a whisper, yelled. "He's mad at us! If-" The kid fell silent. "Woah, Ro! Are you okay?"

"Mmhm," she hummed, digging her fingers into Harry's arm.

"She just needs a moment," Harry interjected.

"Oh, I get it." Dallas nodded, nudging Kip's side. "She's probably thinking the same as us."

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "Don't worry, Ro! We also got emotional thinking about how we'll probably never go to space and hang out with the aliens too!"

Forcing his lips to press together, Harry swallowed the laughter that begged to escape over the remarks, not wanting to blow their cover. However, that didn't stop him from toying with the situation further. As his two fingers spread and curled, Harry pressed his thumb against her clit, causing a rush of uncontrollable pleasure to flood her body. Rory released a noise that sounded like a choked sob and instantly leaned forward, burying her face into his chest.

Harry cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around her back, holding her close. "It's okay, boys," he said, calming the alarmed looks from their expressions as Rory's body shook in his arms, "I'll comfort her until she feels better."

"Okay," Kip nodded, slowly walking back to the door and pulling Dallas along with him. "We're out."

"And go to your room - the both of you." Once the door was firmly closed shut and he could hear them scurrying down the hallway, Harry looked down at Rory. "You okay, baby?"

With a nod, she softly whimpered as Harry removed his hand from between her legs. "I needed that, thank you." Her mouth ran dry, watching as he licked his fingers clean without a second thought - an action that nearly made her finish a second time.

"I'm going to make sure those idiots are actually in their room." Harry kissed her forehead. "Stay right here, okay?"

Rory hummed an agreement, well aware she wouldn't be able to move anyway due to her legs feeling like jello. She had to admit, almost getting caught was quite hot - even if it was by two high idiots that would tear the house apart for another bag of chips.

Still hot, she thought to herself.

"They have passed out," Harry announced as he returned to the room. "If I didn't see you get worried there for a second, I would have thought you liked almost getting caught." The realization caused a grin to tug on his lips. "Both times we almost got caught, the other night on the couch and right now, you've cum insanely hard."

Rory rolled her eyes, letting her attention fall to the ground to hide her flushed skin. "Maybe," she muttered, knowing there was a possibility he could be right.

Rounding the kitchen island and going over to where she stood, his palms returned to either side of her frame. "Remember the first night we had sex in here?"

"Mmhm." Her eyes scanned every spot she could remember from that night. "I think it was right in this spot that you said I had some innocence left... and you wanted to ruin me."

Harry's grin widened. "It was," he said, dipping his head forward, "You were such a good girl... telling me to do it... telling me to ruin you."

"And you did."

"No... I didn't... You still have that innocence, baby. It's something you can never get rid of... It's what keeps you pure - makes you so special... You ruined me that night, Rory." His nose brushed against hers. "And you do it every time you cum for me... moan for me... beg for me...."

She sucked in a harsh breath. "So, are you going to fuck me now, or what?"

"Oh, baby, stop romancing me with your words," Harry teased. "You know, if we continue here, you'll have to stay quiet."

"You can cover my mouth if I get too loud."

"Yeah?" Harry stepped toward her. "Let's test it first, okay?"

"Okay."

"Ready?"

"Yes."

Raising a hand, he hovered it over her mouth. "It will be like," he pressed his hand down, "this. Is that okay?"

Rory nodded.

"Good." Harry removed his hand. "But if we're in a different position, say," with both hands on her waist, he flipped her around within a split second, pressing her front against the counter, "my hand will be like this," he reached his arm around and smothered her mouth once again, "Is this okay?"

Rory nodded, muffling a yes.

Slowly moving his hand, Harry trailed it down the front of her throat. "Anything you want to do to stay quiet, Bambi?"

"Yes," she replied, turning back around. "Can I bite you?"

"Please," he lowly growled, his words laced with an evident groan. Pulling her close for a hungry kiss, he whispered against her mouth, "Do it, baby." kiss, "Bite me," kiss, "scratch me," kiss, "mark me." His attention moved to her neck, kissing and nipping at her favourite spot. "Safe word?"

"I-I liked," she sucked in a harsh breath over his actions, "I liked what you picked last night."

"Batman it is, then. And if you can't speak, make a fist and bang it against whatever you can. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

Harry pulled his head back - but it wasn't long before his lips were on hers. He moved his hands to her hips and guided her back to the table. Rory didn't bother asking what he had planned. The anticipation bubbled inside her, exciting every inch of her body.

Harry broke their kiss as her backside bumped against the edge of the table. "Your eagerness is inspiring me as always, Bambi." Harry gently squeezed her hips before helping her get onto the surface. As she sat on the table, Harry raised his hand to her cheek and whispered, "I want to try something new tonight... but if you don't like it, bang your fist on the table just like we agreed. Okay?"

"Will I not be able to speak?"

"Probably not."

"Sounds perfect already."

A growl-type sound escaped him. His hand instantly gripped her throat, pulling her in for a kiss. The way his tongue tangled around hers was sloppy and messy - but it was just what they needed. A release from a rush both of them were struggling to contain.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

He stole a final kiss. "Lie on your back, Bambi. Keep your head near the edge."

Rory, eager as always, was quick to follow instructions. She adjusted her position on the table, sliding further back, before swinging her legs up. Looking over her shoulder, she noted Harry move to the end and give her a nod, signalling she was on the right path. Slowly, she laid her back against the table - the top of her head remaining just inches away from the edge and where Harry stood.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes." It wasn't a lie - but she assumed it was as comfortable as lying on a table could be.

Looking down, the back of his hand stroked her cheek. "Spread your legs for me, baby." With her legs immediately parted, Harry grinned. "Good girl," he cooed. His hand cupped her chin and titled her head further back before letting it return to its natural position. "Now, think your mouth can handle my cock from his angle, baby?"

Rory's eyes widened at the thought - but any worries over her ability didn't stop her desire. "Yes," she answered without any fear in her voice.

"Good girl," he praised. "Always eager to let me fuck your mouth, isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"Very good," he continued praising. "But before you let me use your mouth," his hands busied with his belt buckle, "touch yourself for me, Bambi."

There was a slight sense of disappointment over the slow start. However, she didn't dare let it show. She knew her eagerness sometimes came at a fault - her rush excitement sometimes outweighed her desire for foreplay. But Harry, aware of that spark in her eyes, always ensured nothing was rushed. Everything took its time.

That was the exciting part about trying new things with a bond of trust. Rory always knew Harry would guide her through things at the right pace. It made her want to try new things with him and explore sides she would have never before. And most importantly, it made her not complain when his instructions started things off slowly - especially when she wanted nothing more than to be suffocated by his cock already.

Rory wet her fingers and slowly lowered her hand, cautious with her touch pressing against her still-sensitive core. Eyes looking up at him, she watched him undo his belt and pull down the zipper of his dress pants. Harry pulled out his cock with one hand and spat saliva into the other. Her fingers found the courage to circle her clit as he pumped his prominent erection over her.

While Harry watched her toy with her sensitive clit, Rory watched his movements, mesmerized by the sight. Her tongue darted across her bottom lip as she uttered a quiet moan. It wasn't caused by her movements - although it felt good. It had all to do with how his brows knit, watching her with such focus and the sounds of his breathing quickening. Rory liked seeing how he reacted without touching her himself. And as her finger slowly toyed with her opening, she whimpered, noticing how his pace of fisting his cock quickened over her action.

"Harry-"

Pulling his attention away from the sight, he looked down at his Bambi. What he assumed to be her only moaning out his name was far more than he could have imagined. Resting the weight of her body against one arm, Rory had lifted the front half of her body slightly up. But it wasn't her new position that surprised him - it was her open mouth.

"So fucking needy for my cock, aren't you, Bambi?" Harry placed his hand on the back of her neck. "Can't even wait while I warm myself up? You need it that badly, hm?"

"Please, Harry."

"How could I deny my needy girl, hm?"

Angling his body slightly to the side, Harry lined his cock with her waiting, open mouth. He groaned, watching as each inch quickly disappeared past her lips. Thankful for the hand on the back of her head to help keep her properly aligned, Rory did her best to adjust to this new angle. She was used to kneeling when she took his cock into her mouth - not laying on her back. But the sounds she moaned against him and the look of pleasure that washed across his expression signalled it was working well for both of them.

Tangling his fingers at the nape of her neck, Harry roughly pulled her head back. He didn't want to cum - not yet, at least. This wasn't a part of the new thing he wanted to try; it was only the warm-up. Gently, he helped guide her head to rest back against the table. A grin spread across his lips, watching the vision before him. Spit dribbled down her chin while her chest rapidly rose and fell as she regained her breath.

The bottom half of her dress was now bunched at her waist, which the material covering her breasts clung on for dear life. Rory could have asked Harry to remove her dress had it bothered her to still have it on. But there was something they both liked about indulging in sexual activities with their clothes still on. Besides, if there were to be any interruptions, it would be much easier to deal with having someone walk in with her dress still (half) on.

"Ready, baby?"

Rory nodded, licking her lips. "Yes."

"Move your head closer to the edge," he said, "More... more...," he guided her until she neared the tipping point. "There. Is that okay?"

With her head tilted back, she muffled a yes in response - clearly unable to signal by a nod.

"Remember what to do if you want to stop?"

Another strained 'yes' left her lips. However, just to be safe, she raised her hand, giving him a thumbs up.

"Good girl." Harry moved to stand directly in front of her head. With his cock in hand, he brought it to her mouth and demanded, "Open."

The second she heard the word, Rory obliged. Her eyes widened as he pushed his cock into her waiting mouth, a muffled moan instantly vibrating against him. The intrusion in her throat wasn't painful. But she could feel his cock invading. And hearing his chorus of groans and "good girls" helped Rory continue. Her back arched, causing her dress to slide down, exposing her breasts. Harry took the opportunity to palm one hand against the newly exposed skin.

"So good, baby," Harry encouraged, eyes closing from the pleasure, "So fucking good. Doing such a good job for me, baby." Pinching her nipple, he groaned over her response of yelping around his cock. "That's it, baby. Keep your throat relaxed, okay? And don't forget to breathe through your nose. Going to give you more now, my good girl."

Placing his hands on either side of her neck, he kept her perfectly angled head in position as his hips began to rock. His advice about keeping her throat relaxed and remembering to breathe may have seemed obvious, but Rory greatly appreciated the reminder. As the head of his cock pushed further down her aching throat, her hands gripped the table's edge.

"So close, baby. God, you're doing so good," his encouragement rang through her ears.

Harry set a new pace - withdrawing his length entirely before pushing it into her mouth. He watched in amazement as she skillfully took it all, her throat expanding around his size. And just went he thought she needed a break, Rory reached her arm back and placed it on his waist, pulling him toward her again.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, hearing her gag around his cock. "I'm so close, baby, fuck-"

Rory was sure she blacked out while he finished. Her throat tightened from the first spurt of his cum hitting the back of her throat, and from there, she couldn't remember what had happened until she was struggling to swallow everything. Her eyes, which she hadn't realized were closed, fluttered open.

No longer was her head hanging off the edge of the table. Instead, she now stared directly up at the ceiling. And no longer did her throat ache from his cock. Now, it ached without it. An odd predicament to be in, she thought to herself. However, her head was still in a haze to pay it much mind - perhaps that would be something for a therapist.

Harry leaned forward, peppering kisses all over her face. "So good, baby," he whispered before continuing, "so, so, good," he mumbled. "You did such a good job. Thank you." Placing a final kiss on her forehead, he straightened his posture. "I'll be right back."

Not having anywhere near enough energy to question him, Rory remained on the table, silently looking up at the ceiling. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy breaths she tried regaining control of - and whatever Harry was up to in the distance. She wondered what someone would think if they walked in on her panting away on the table with her dress bunched around her waist. The thought made her laugh, which instantly pained her throat.

"Rory, baby," Harry's voice pulled her attention, "can you sit up for me?"

With a helping hand, Rory managed to (slowly) get her back off the table and swing her legs off the side. However, she wasn't sure she would have managed without his arm around her, keeping her body upright.

Harry held a glass in front of her mouth and instructed, "Drink."

Her eyes never left his as he tilted the glass and helped her take a sip. From the minute the water ran down the back of her throat, she found an instant relief she hadn't realized her body was desperately craving.

"Better?"

She nodded. "Thank you."

"No, thank you, Bambi." Harry leaned forward and gave her a short, quick, gentle kiss. "Thank you," he repeated, "So good to me."

"It was fun." Her arms wrapped around his neck as she accepted another kiss. "I think I like getting my throat fucked."

"Mm," he hummed against her lips, "Like I've said, I always knew this mouth of yours would be good."

"I am good, aren't I?"

"The best, Bambi."

"Good answer. Now, were you planning on actually fucking me tonight or just my throat?"

Upon hearing her eloquently phrased question, it wasn't long before Harry buried himself deep inside her and fucked her against the dining room table. His hand immediately went to her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. The last thing he wanted was for one of the idiots to wake up and interrupt them. And truth be told, with the way she clenched around him, Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop if someone were to walk in.

"So fucking good, baby." His hand slipped from her mouth, falling to the table to keep his body upright. "Such a good girl, taking it all for me tonight."

With the mixture of his actions, followed by the sinful words of encouragement from his mouth, Rory feared she wouldn't be able to restrain her sounds without his hand keeping them contained. So, to stop her noises, she dug her teeth into the skin of his shoulder.

"Fuck-" Harry groaned. "Harder, baby."

Rory's eyes widened upon hearing the request - but she didn't let her surprise stop her. She took out all the sounds of pleasure her body begged to release with every mark on his skin. Her teeth and nails worked in unison, marking his skin with bites and scratches. There was no doubt he'd wake up tomorrow with reminders of their night all over his skin - a thought she enjoyed.

Harry, flipping her around, pushed the front half of her body against the table and lifted one leg, resting the bent knee against the edge. Pressing through her opening without warning, Rory had to bite her hand this time to keep herself quiet.

"Harry," she cried, unable to contain herself from not saying his name any longer, "F-fuck-"

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he roughly pulled, forcing her body off the table and causing her back to arch. "Bit longer, baby," he said, thrusting his hips.

Moving his hand up to her neck to hold her in position, he withdrew his entire length before slamming it back inside her. Harry quickly silenced her sounds of pleasure with a kiss - causing her whimpers to vibrate against his lips instead.

They continued this pace - filling the room with the sounds of their moans muffled by kisses or hands. Whatever needed to be done to contain the sounds, they'd do. All that mattered was finding their release - which shortly followed.

"Good girl," he whispered against her ear, "Did so well for me, baby." Harry kissed down her back and slowly pulled out. "So good."

Rory wore a goofy smile as she slowly raised the front half of her body off the table. "Want to finish off in the shower?"

"I'd love nothing more, baby. C'mon."

After fixing his pants (mainly to ensure they didn't drop to his ankles as they made their way up the stairs), Harry helped Rory get on her feet and straightened out her dress. Insisting she didn't need to be carried, Harry took her hand and led the way to the stairs.

"Slowly," she mumbled after the first step.

"I thought you said you were fine?"

"I am, asshole!" she hissed in a whisper. "But I still have jelly legs."

Not wanting an argument on the staircase to draw a crowd, Harry accepted the jelly-legs response and slowed his pace to whatever she needed. Once finally reaching the top of the stairs and behind the secured closed door, Rory motioned to her dress.

"Can you help"

"Of course." He dipped his head forward, kissing the top of her shoulder as his hands worked on the zipper. Freeing her (finally) from the constraints of her dress, he said, "Get in the shower. I'll join you in a minute."

She pouted. "What are you going to be doing?"

"I'm just going to quickly sweep downstairs from any evidence," he said, leaning forward for a quick kiss, "You know, go grab your torn underwear off the kitchen floor."

"Oh, yeah." A frown formed across her expression. "I forgot you did that."

"And I'll buy you all the pretty lace thongs you want to make up for it."

"You better!" Rory called out as he left the room, "The most expensive ones too!"

Knowing he would be paying the bill for whatever she wanted, big or small, Harry paid her remark no mind. He hurried down the stairs and entered the kitchen to retrace their steps from the night. Spotting her torn underwear on the floor, he checked to ensure nothing else was out of place or broken, wanting to limit the possibility of any questions in the morning.

But before Harry could return upstairs, the sounds of a cell phone ringing pulled his attention. He grabbed the device and listened near the bottom of the stairs to ensure Rory was in the shower before answering.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"What a pleasant greeting, Zero-Zero-One," Handler said from the other end of the line. "Enjoy your night?"

"I finally was until now," he spat back, "What the fuck do you want? Haven't you played enough games for one night?"

"Can't I check in on my agents the night before we meet? I wanted to ensure everyone is prepared tomorrow."

"Yeah, we are. So, can I go now? Or do you have more bullshit videos to send me?"

"That is all. Oh, however, there is one thing-"

Harry rolled his eyes. Of course, there fucking was.

"I'd like to give you a chance to rethink your attitude, Zero-Zero-One... don't forget... I know about everything you've done... and everyone you've hurt. Alex included."

His face paled. Checking his surroundings, Harry finally replied, "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't insult me, Zero-Zero-One. I most certainly do. Just like we both know you didn't just stand idly by."

"That's not what-"

"My brother's blood is on your hands... and I only hope Siren's doesn't end up the same."

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