All right, I heard your pleas and I've answered! Because Lethal Attraction has been receiving so much love since being posted 4 days ago, here's the new chapter! I'm also thinking of making Sunday the update day for LA so that we at least have a day where we can aim for/expect an update!

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Chapter 1

Callista

Samuel rammed his shoulder into the door, trying to open it with sheer force. After a few more attempts, he successfully opened the door to the dark, dusty, and run down warehouse.

Sam slowly walked forward, gun held steady and checked every nook and cranny of the area.

After a few moments, Sam walked back. "All clear." He confirmed, coming to help her carry a bleeding and half-conscious Liam.

When he supported Liam's weight, she grabbed the case that contained their tech along with their bag of weapons and essentials before moving forward into the warehouse. After finding a secluded space where streaks of moonlight shone through the shattered window, she settled the case on a dusty crate, dropped the bag, and turned to help Sam lay Liam down before sliding down the concrete pillar opposite.

Sam set up the case, opening it to get a signal for their comms before he sat across from her, legs splayed out in front of him as he leaned against the crate where she left the case on.

A few moments of silence passed, tension stifling in the air as Sam's eyes drilled holes into her face while she looked anywhere but at him.

"Calla." He called to her calmly. "Look at me." After a few seconds, she finally looked at him.

"Mind telling me what the fuck happened in there?" He asked. "Start with why you dropped the drink 'cause after that happened shit hit the fan pretty quickly."

She slowly breathed the dusty, humid air in the warehouse before she spoke. "I don't know what happened." She finally said with furrowed brows while she played with the necklace Paris gifted to her for their 26th birthday.

She had been on a mission in Amsterdam and had just arrived home in time for she and Paris' birthday. She had gifted him a ring made of pure rhodium-- the most expensive and sought after metal on Earth, more valuable than palladium or gold while he had gifted her a platinum necklace with a single diamond teardrop pendant so that she'd always remember that despite the tears and heartache, she still had him.

Before he ruined the moment by adding on that it was so that she'd match at least an accessory with his platinum hair. She rolled her eyes, internally laughing at the memory until she was reminded of where she was and what Sam was asking.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sam raised his eyebrows haughtily.

"I... felt a chill, that's why I dropped the glass." Calla began. "It was a knee-jerk reaction when I knelt down to try to clean it up. Richardson knelt down with me, going on about some shit about me not cutting my 'pretty little fingers'"

"I was about to stand when he saw the tranquilizer through the slit of my dress." She continued on, fixing the strap of the said dress that kept falling off because of how much cleavage it exposed. "He up and bolted then we chased him down."

"And the part where Liam got shot and Richardson escaped?" He asked.

"That's actually my fault." Liam spoke up. Calla moved to help him but he managed to sit upright just fine by himself.

"I got carried away in the elevator, didn't realize that we already got to the basement before the douchebag shot at us and sped away." He explained.

Sam massaged his forehead in anger. "You were fucking in the middle of the job?" He reproached.

"We weren't." Calla rebuked sharply.

"We weren't." Liam agreed but in a far more calm demeanor than she did. "Just made out a little." He added on and Calla shot him an irritated look.

Childishly, she nudged his wounded shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Watch it." Liam berated her teasingly before turning back to Sam. "But, if it weren't for the fact she moved us in time, I'd be in worse shape than I am now."

"You wouldn't even be in such a state if you stopped thinking with your dick for a second and kept it in your pants." Sam said teasingly while rolling his eyes and immediately the tension in the room vanished, turning light-hearted.

Sam sighed, dusting himself off of any imaginary lint before standing up and going over to the case where their satellite operated 'computer' is situated. Calla got up as well, moving towards him.

"Any news?" She asked, resting her elbows on the crate while Sam typed away.

"Nothing yet." He replied, looking at her sideways before looking back at the screen. "I have to report back what happened and request further instructions."

"Is Esha online?" She asked. Esha is the fourth member of their small team, always the eyes and ears for them behind the screen. She hated violence and anything to do with blood--it absolutely disgusted her. Yet her skills were recognized by CHAOS when she hacked into the Pentagon.

"Trying to reach her now." He said, codes reflecting back towards her from the corneas of his eyes. "She has some... news, Calla."

"Hey babe, could you maybe not bend forward like that 'cause your ass is literally in front of my face." Liam spoke up from behind them, making them both roll their eyes and for Calla to stand up straight.

"Anyway," Calla turned back to Sam, her eyebrows raised. "What news?" She asked.

Sam kept silent for a few moments. "I think its best if you hear it from her, Calla." He said quietly, making her furrow her brows in worry, trying to think of what could possibly have happened.

"Why so serious, Sam?" Liam asked, getting up himself and approaching the two of them while a hand kept pressure steady on his wound.

When Liam was shot and Richardson drove away, they immediately met up with Sam who came to them himself. Luckily, Sam always kept a flask of alcohol in handy for times like this so she had no problem with using her knife and digging out the bullet that was lodged in his shoulder before pouring the contents of the flask on his wound.

"Stay still." Calla had said as she dug the knife into the flesh of his shoulder.

"Fucking shit, Calla keep moving the damn knife why don't you?" He swore through his teeth as he grabbed the flask from Sam and drank as much as he could before she finally got the bullet and snatched the flask from him to pour and clean his wound.

That was 2 hours ago. They'd had to make a run for it when cops showed up due to a disturbance that involved noises that sounded like gunshots. They only made a quick stop in their hotel room before they bolted and found this abandoned warehouse a few miles away.

"Don't move around so much." She said to him as she made him sit down on the crate where they stood around.

"I wont if you stay next to me." Liam replied cheekily while using his other free hand to pull her towards him and wrap his arm around her waist, hugging her between his legs.

"Tone the cutesy cuddly shit the fuck down, you two." Sam said while looking at them in disgust. "You'll make me sick."

Before Calla could respond, Liam turned her towards him and mashed his lips against hers, his tongue coming between them to lick her lips before pulling away and glancing back at Sam.

"Got a problem, Samuel?" He asked triumphantly before Calla pushed him away, laughing slightly.

"You're starting to get obsessed with me, Colt." Calla rolled her eyes, calling Liam by his last name.

Liam only shrugged. "Can't help it Cal, you're irresistible." He winked at her. She only flipped him off, a smile hinting at her lips.

"Hey." Esha's voice rang through the room from the case. "Does anyone want to catch me up to speed on how shit went down?"

"These two were fucking around on the job." Sam shared before Calla smacked him on the head.

"I felt this kind of chill come through me while I was with Richardson." Calla explained. "Made me drop my drink so he saw the tranq."

"A chill?" Esha asked worriedly.

"It was weird." Calla furrowed her eyebrows. "For a minute it made me think of Paris... Like something bad might have happened." She trailed off, trying to shake the bad feeling off.

She glanced up and caught Sam and Esha giving each other a look, making her feel like there was something she didn't know.

"Calla, listen..." Esha slowly began. "It's Paris."

"What?" She asked sharply, coming forward in front of the screen. "Did something happen to him?" She questioned, her earlier gut feeling that something was wrong surfacing once again.

When no one spoke up, she slammed her hands down on the crate, making everyone jump in shock. "Tell me, damn it." She all but demanded, breathing hard. "What happened to my brother?" She stressed.

"He was caught in an explosion, Calla." Esha bit her lip, pity shining in her eyes. "He's gone." She said and the cheery atmosphere died in the matter of a second.

With those two words she uttered, the whole world around her fell into darkness. It was as if the sun had been snuffed out from her eyes, now making her walk the road ahead without anything to light her way.

Ever since they were 10 years old it had always been just she and him. Watching their parents lose their lives in front of them had left them feeling so helpless, powerless to do anything against men who were far more powerful, dangerous, and stronger than two adolescent children.

Now that he's gone...

No, she thought, shaking her head. He's not dead. Not until she sees his body, not until she knows that his heart has stopped beating.

Caught up in some sort of trance, she stared out of the window, past the trees and to where the moon shone bright.

"Where." She stated more than asked in a quiet voice. When no one spoke, she snapped her eyes to the screen where Esha, for the first time in her life, looked truly terrified at her.

"Calla--" Liam tried to place a hand on her shoulder but she shook it off, stepping forward towards the screen and looking at Esha deep into her eyes.

"Belfast." Esha finally said, giving in and looking away. "But you aren't supposed to know Callista, Leila knew you would react this way and she doesn't want your emotions compromised during a mission--" Her words fell on deaf ears as Calla walked towards the bag filled with their essentials, taking out the spare bag they had within and filling it with some weapons, clothes, and cash.

She slung the bag over her shoulder. "Calla our mission--" She shoved Liam away as he stood in front of her.

She was almost to the door when a hand on her arm stopped her, making her slow to a halt.

"Let me go, Sam." She whispered. She could sense his presence anywhere.

"You know I can't do that." He replied just as quietly. "It's too dangerous in Belfast, Calla."

"He's my brother, Sam." She murmured, her pain heard through her voice. "He's all I have left. If it was Paige out there, what would you do?" She asked him, referring to his deceased sister.

Seconds felt like hours as they stood there, everyone with bated breath. When the hand that Sam had on her arm faltered and eventually fell to his side, she knew that he understood.

There was no stopping her.

She walked away from them and fled into the night.

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