Hi everyone xx

PLEASE READ: I understand how the whole "Surprise!" part could be misleading, but please know that IT WAS NOT A TRICK OR A PLAN. Evie is mysterious, and Sebastian wants to understand her. When she said, "Surprise me," she was hinting that by catching her off guard- when her cold exterior isn't up, he would get answers.

BASICALLY, the kiss was real.

FINALLY, there was no heart to heart in the last chapter, and I am sorry for hinting that there would be.

VITAL FACT ABOUT MDM: It's a gang fiction, and I am trying to make Evelyn as "gang like" as possible! She isn't going to open up the floodgates to her emotions any time soon, but if you want to have a glimpse at her humanity, then as you wish!

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CHAPTER 13 ©

A silencer on a gun, well, it's self-explanatory.

It is used to eliminate the sound of the bullet.

Without the sound of the gunshot ringing through your ears, it's almost as if it never happened; however, sound or no sound, a life was just taken.

Had he known his life was going to end this way?

Life is unpredictable. No matter what you do, how hard you try, there is no guaranteeing that you will live out your life successfully.  

I guess I always knew my life had a sprinkle of morbidity- that by growing up with guns instead of dolls would take a toll on my life.

To be surrounded by this lifestyle, one that I have become accustomed too, I should have been fine that I had killed someone.

People die everyday. Death is not unusual. Sooner or later death snatches you from the world, halting your heart and depriving you of the air that once filled your lungs.

There was blood on my hands.

I could scrub and scrub until my skin was raw and my arms ached; yet that would do absolutely nothing to rid me of the stain to my soul.

My soul was tattered and tainted, kind of like an old stuffed animal that a child had grown attached to, so much so that they would have worn it out completely until they let it go.

I wonder how much longer I have until I am worn out.

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Our heavy breathing mixed together, and the friction our bodies created was enticing.

It was addicting.

I cried out as he thrusted in particularly deep, biting down on my neck as he did so.

A whimper left my lips as he hovered his mouth above my ear.

"Who do you belong to?" His husky voice made my eyes roll back in pleasure, and writhe beneath his muscled body.

"You," I whispered, "I belong to you, Sebastian King."

I let out a gasp and sat upright in my bed.

My rapid breathing made me place my hand against my chest in a futile attempt to calm myself down.

"It was just a dream," I chanted quietly, shutting my eyes tightly.

I felt my face heat up immediately as images flooded back into my head. I shot out of the bed and rushed into my bathroom, splashing cool water onto my face.

One kiss and I'm already having dreams about him?

It's been over a week, what is wrong with me?

I groaned and shook my head repeatedly. This wasn't good- oh god, this was bad. This was really bad.

If Sebastian knew the effect he had on me... I shook my head viciously, despite the headache that was beginning to form as a result.

"What happened to you?" I let out a shriek and turned towards the doorway, only now realizing that Sebastian had snuck in.

With my hair all over, face dripping water, and the crazed look in my eyes, I'm sure that I must have looked absolutely ravishing.

"N-Nothing." I stuttered, my hands clenching and unclenching by my sides.

Sebastian smirked, his eyes widening in interest. I gulped as he took slow, deliberate steps in my direction, his eyes piercing me, watching my quite obvious reaction.

"Oh Evelyn, dare I say I make you nervous?" He stopped only inches away from me.

My eyes widened for a fraction of a second before I composed myself. Does he actually? Could it be possible that after that kiss, butterflies had erupted from my stomach and suddenly the girl, who rarely felt anything, was nervous?

"You wish."

Seriously?

Of all the things I could have said, I went for 'you wish'?

Bloody hell.

"I don't know about that, Miss Summers," Sebastian taunted, bringing his face to mine.

"After just one kiss, you're like putty in my hands."

I gritted my teeth at his words and pretended as though I wasn't bothered.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again; you wish." My defiance showed through my tone and I returned Sebastian's smirk.

"Besides," I added, "it will never happen again."

Sebastian's reaction wasn't the one I had been hoping for. His smirk deepened and strong hands grasped my waist. My back was pressed into the wall, and his body was pinning mine down.

"On the contrary," he dipped his head as close as possible, "I think it will happen again."

One arm wrapped around my waist, arching my back. His free hand cupped my face, tilting me head up to his.

"And again." He whispered.

Grinding his hips down on mine, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

"And again."

With that, his soft pink lips met mine once again, proving that not only was he right-

Sebastian was in control.

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My eyes zeroed in on the poor soul before me. I looked down at my glass of water, and I shook my head.

Why did people even bother messing with the Kings?

It was like they had a death wish.

Growing impatient, I decided it was time to take this man out of his misery, and get my job over with.

Nodding over to where Callum and Sebastian sat; I paused momentarily to notice Mason talking to a pretty brunette. His cheeks were lightly tinted and she was giggling at whatever he had just said.

A smile formed at the sight of them together, and I couldn't help but inwardly coo at the sight.

Wait a second.

Inwardly coo?

I shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly. Clearly, my water must have been laced with something, something strong.

Making my way towards the man, I felt myself relax and settle into the act I knew all too well.

I was a vulnerable, helpless little girl who this man was about to try and take advantage of.

A slight tingle ran across my lips, and I paused for a moment to viciously wipe at my lips. Damn it Sebastian King, what are you doing to me? I shook my head before continuing in my victim's direction.

With the sway of my hips and pout of my lips, I had the man's attention. I made eye contact with him, and I gave a small smirk.

He looked surprised that I was acknowledging his attention, but didn't hesitate to motion me over.

Rolling my eyes slightly, I walked up to him.

Why were men like this? Constantly looking to prey on the weak, the vulnerable.

It makes me sick.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" His soft tone surprised me, but I quickly regained my composer and gave him my signature smirk.

"Sure," I dropped my voice a pitch lower, aiming to take on the seductive approach.

Something about this guy was different, and the flurry of anxious butterflies that blew up within my stomach made me grow alert.

His brow rose at my tone but nevertheless, he still waved over the bartender, his eyes remaining on me the entire time.

"What would you like, darling?" The last word came out softly, almost hesitantly.

I watched him closely as he lowered his eyes sheepishly, before glancing up at me, waiting for an answer.

"I-uh, cranberry vodka." I pinched myself on the thigh, and harsh reminder to get it together before I screwed up my job.

The bartender shot me wink, but I didn't give him a second thought. My focus was dedicated to the man in front of me, who was now awkwardly dwindling him thumbs while clearing his throat every now and then.

"What's your name?" I asked, giving a short nod to the bartender as he handed me my drink.

The man smiled, "Patrick, Patrick Riley."

I nodded my head, the image of his file flashing through my mind at the same time.

"I'm Bella Collins," I responded, watching as he gently took my hand and pressed his lips upon it.

It came to be a pleasant surprise, when disgust rushed over me instead of those girlish butterflies that had been igniting recently.

Looks like the cold-hearted Evelyn is still there.

I swirled my straw around in my glass, watching as the two drinks mixed together, turning it into a light pink color. Patrick talked casually, finishing his beer off while I continuously grew bored.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked, cutting him off. He eyes widened slightly, and his mouth was still open, whatever words left on his tongue slowly distinguishing.

"Yeah, um, sure." He nervously scratched his head, and stood up, placing his empty glass on the counter. I left my untouched drink by his, overwhelmingly eager to get this over with.

I followed him towards the middle of the dance floor, where he suddenly turned around. "Want to get one dance in before we leave?"

Looking at him hesitantly, I ran my hands through my hair. "I don't know it-"

"Oh come on," his large hands grasped my hips, pulling me into him. "Just one dance."

My eyes grew large when I felt his fingers dug into my sides, most likely bruising my just healed skin. A gasp was caught in my throat when began grinding his hips onto mine, his head dipping into my neck.

This wasn't part of the plan.

Sure, at my old gang there would be times that baiting would take a turn to drastic measures, but something about this made me uncomfortable.

I've had my fair share of intimate moments when working on the job, but I can never forget how annoyed Danny would get with me. Going with the flow when it came to my job had never been a problem for me, but the discomfort that shook through my being every time he touched me made me nauseous.

His lips began placing open-mouthed kisses against my neck, and I felt myself cringe and flinch away.

"What's the matter?" Patrick asked suddenly, a hint of annoyance leaking into his tone.

I paused, before going with my gut. "Nothing, nothing at all." My classic smirk must have served as reassurance, for he continued his actions as though he had never stopped to begin with.

"The songs over," I finally said, a wave of relief washing over me. Patrick was leaving butterfly kisses across my face, and pulled away when I spoke.

"How about-"

"Patrick," I whined out, pouting my lips and widening my eyes, "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

My eyes flickered over him suggestively, and I saw him eagerly take the bait. Within seconds, we were heading out the backdoor of the club, entering the dimly lit alleyway that a chilling wind was rushing through.

I was facing the wall across the narrow alley, when a thought crossed my mind. Normally, I would have to make up some excuse as to why we would have to leave through the back exit, instead of the front one.

Normally, people weren't aware of the backdoor.

Just as I was about to turn, the front of my body was shoved against the wall, causing a sharp pain to shock through me. I let out a yelp as I felt the stone scrape me, a painful sting engulfing my nearly frozen body.

Curse you, London weather, I thought.

Fucking hell, Evie. You're in a dangerous situation and the least you can think about is the weather?

"Did you actually think that your bullshit was going to work on me?"

A gasp left my lips as I was roughly turned, my back now meeting the hard stone.

In front of me was a man I did not recognize, though before me stood Patrick Riley, looming over me with an air of intimidation.

"You didn't actually think that I wouldn't know who you were, Miss Evelyn Summers. Now did you?" His condescending tone caused my fists to ball up tightly by my sides, but as I registered his words, I felt worry take over.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, though something told me that would not work out.

Patrick's expression morphed into pure anger and annoyance, and a powerful slap to my face sent me flying to the floor- well, it should have.

I only stumbled back into the wall, my head turned to the side. After taking a few breaths, I turned to stare into his dark, emotionless eyes.

"That didn't even hurt."

I caught him off guard, and got a few good punches and kicks in before he collapsed onto the ground.

"You claim you know me," I scoffed, "so what possessed you to try to beat me? To try to beat me at my own game?"

My tone was lethal, as was my expression.

A hiss left my lips when his foot met the back of my knee, making me fall onto the ground rather roughly.

I grunted as he rolled on top of me, the blood trickling from his nose onto my face and neck.

"You're Sebastian King's new girl," he spat out, "your just another one of his little whores."

"You're fucking wrong," I snarled out. His hands gripped my wrists shoving them into the ground as he tried to pin my thrashing form down.

"You're just going to end up hurt."

His words stilled me.

I stared up at him, watching as he loosened his grip on me, sitting against the wall now. My defeated body stayed on the ground while he began to speak again.

"I sealed my fate when I got involved in the drug ring," Patrick spoke, confirming the information I had already known after reading his file.

"Why did you do it?" My voice was hoarse, yet the confusion was made evident.

He let out a humorless chuckle, and gentle dabbed at the blood leaking from his nose.

"Cancer is awful, you know?" Patrick spoke, "It kills you before you're already dead."

I stared at him in silence, unable to think of a response.

"I lived my entire life, being this kind, perfect guy. When I found out I was going to die," he shook his head, "I lost all morals. I became a low life scumbag because no matter what, I was always reminded that I had nothing left to lose."

"Never did I imagine that I would become the victim of Sebastian King."

My stomach churned and I sat up immediately.

"I don't understand why you did this to yourself." I said, "You didn't have to throw away your life-"

"I don't have a life anymore!" He cried out his eyes wide, almost pleading me to listen to him, to understand him.

"Not everyone decides to live their life to the fullest after being told their going to die." His tone was empty, emotionless. "Some people are forced to drown in depression, waiting for the cancer to finally shut down their body."

"You're waiting for death?" I asked quietly, watching as he gave a slight nod with his head.

"I can help with that."

I turned my attention over to where Sebastian now stood with Callum and Mason, their eyes flickering from me to Patrick, then back to me.

"Get away from him, Evie," Sebastian said, jerking his gun to the side, motioning for me to step away.

"No," my voice was strong, yet I felt weak. "Sebastian you need to reconsider this."

Sebastian's eyes widened, as did Mason's and Callum's. I gulped as Sebastian's eyes flew to Patrick, and a sickening, dark look took over his expression.

"What did you say to her?" Sebastian seethed, moving closer towards us.

I was taken back with surprise when a sardonic, twisted grin crossed Patrick's face, and a chilling laugh left his lips. His laugh grew louder and louder until he was wiping the tears from his eyes.

"It was much too easy," he finally spoke, "to turn her against you."

I was now standing upright, backing away from Patrick.

He shook his head and chuckled, his eyes now on me. "You're way too vulnerable. I find something that is haunting you, and then I bring it up. I use your worst fear against you."

I stared at him, my throat closing up.

"You're scared to get hurt."

The sound of the bullet made me flinch back, and a silent scream left my open mouth. Patrick's back slammed against the wall as the bullet entered his chest. Crimson blood stained his shirt, pooling around his nearly lifeless body.

"He was right," Patrick choked out through labored breaths.

I stiffened at his words. "What are you talking about?"

Patrick was deathly pale as he spoke, "Haven't you realized?" His gaze turned to Sebastian, "You didn't think that attack on your club was just some overly conceded gang trying to take over, did you?"

A murderous look crossed Sebastian's face and he lunged forwards, his hand wrapping around Patrick's throat. With an animalistic growl, he dragged Patrick up the wall, so that they were at eye level.

"Who do you work for?" Sebastian screamed. His raspy voice held an unbelievable amount of anger, and fury, and made me cower back in fear.

Patrick merely only smirked, the life draining from him. With his last breath, he uttered his last words.

"There's a new king in town."

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You know the phrase, 'Silence is deafening'?

Well it's true.

The overwhelming silence that settled in between us made my stomach twist in nerves and caused my hands to grow clammy.

Sebastian was pacing back and forth in his office while Mason, Callum, and I could do nothing else but watch.

He was furious.

"Listen-" Mason began.

"Shut up!" Sebastian roared, slamming his hands onto his desk. The muscle in his jaw jumped, and from the way his entire body shook, the amount of rage built up within him was on the verge of overflowing.

"I have done everything right." Sebastian said quietly, "Our drug rings are impenetrable, I run the strongest and most powerful gang London has ever seen, and my gang is made up of only the best."

There was a moment of silence, and then it happened.

Sebastian lost it.

All the contents on top of his desk were shoved onto the ground as a flurry of profanities spilled from his lips.

"How dare he!" Sebastian seethed, punching the wall. He withdrew his bloody fist without wincing or even giving it a second glance. "I will destroy this son of a fucking bitch, who dares thinks that he can overthrow me!"

His eyes were blazing, "Me!"

I watched as Mason hesitantly took a step forward, his hands held up in surrender.

"Patrick was nothing but a manipulative piece of shit." Mason said slowly, "You can't just assume that he's telling the truth! For all we know he was just trying to screw you over before he died."

Even I could see that through Mason's attempt to calm down Sebastian. It was pitiful really, how Sebastian was reacting to this.

So, me being the impulsive idiot, I told him that.

"For the love of God, Sebastian calm down." I said, stepping forwards. I was well aware that all eyes were on me, but I couldn't care less. I was much too determined to get my point across before Sebastian could cut me off with another rant.

"You have done everything right." I said, "You are the leader to the most dangerous gang. You know, I know it, we all know it. You need to stop bitching and whining about what some low life asshole said and you know what, even if it is true, who cares? You're Sebastian King, you can have them in ruins with a flick of your wrist!"

I took a deep breath and continued. "I know we didn't get off to a great start, but through the last couple of weeks, I've been able to see how Kings works. This gang is invincible, and you know what? If it's a war they want, then it's a war they'll get."

Sebastian's eyes were piercing my own.

Then came round two of the deafening silence.

He took slow, deliberate steps around the desk and in front of me.

"How valiant of you." His voice was cutting, but his eyes held many more emotions than just anger.

"Mason," he snapped, his eyes now directed to him. "I want to do as much research possible. Look for anything unusual, new drug cartels, any murders or acts of violence, anything."

Mason left the room without another word, leaving Callum, Sebastian, and me.

"Callum," Sebastian spoke, "talk to our insiders. I want all eyes and ears on this 'new' gang. You got that?"

"Whatever you want." Callum quickly exited the room.

I stared up at Sebastian, my breath catching in my throat. His dark eyes still on me as he leaned in, casually draping his hands against my waist.

"This is the second time that someone has used you as a weakness against me." He stated, his eyes drifting over my face. "Patrick basically implied last night that you were a weakness for me, and let's not forget the gang that thought they could threaten me- with you."

Annoyance built up within me and I narrowed my eyes. "What are you implying?"

Sebastian smirked, "That if you weren't such a good baiter, I'd have to get rid of you."

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to push his hands off, but that only lead to his grip becoming more severe. I felt a slight twinge of fear spark within me when I saw his eyes darken.

"You just loved having Patrick all over you," he said slowly, his jaw clenching as a show of his anger towards the subject.

My eyes widened at his words, "Sebastian, wh-what are you talking about?"

He pulled away, scoffing as he did so. "You were so eager to be felt up and touched like some kind of toy."

My hands formed fists at his words, and I felt the anger bubble inside of me. Sebastian wasn't even making any sense right now and it made me furious that he would imply such things.

I bit back my tongue and forced a sickeningly sweet smile onto my face. "What? A girl has needs, and Patrick was more than happy to help out with that."

My back was roughly shoved against the wall for the second time that day. I let out a painful hiss as the scrapes were re-opened and a sting flooded over me.

Sebastian's expression was deadly and the dark look in his eyes made me want to run away.

His eyes held so much- he was controlling, murderous, lethal, and possessive all at once.

"G-Get off of me." I whispered, my eyes hardening into an equally as cold glare. Sebastian only smirked, though his expression remained emotionless.

"Listen, Evie," he whispered, his warm breath fanning over my face, "I don't appreciate your attitude so how about you fix it before I lose my shit with you. What do you think about that?"

Sebastian gave me a hard push towards the doorway, and I nearly fell from the force held behind it.

I knew I could have gone upstairs at that moment, with my tail in between my legs like a wounded animal; white flag raised in surrender, or I could let my stubborn, bitchy self show through.

"Shame you killed him, really. He was quite the kisser." And with a final smirk and sinister wink, and I turned and left his office.

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The hot water scorched my skin as it came down, but I didn't mind the pain. In fact, I find that times I take comfort in physical pain.

It's a reminder that I'm alive- that I'm not some cold, lifeless shell of a broken girl who was hallowed out by death, and the cruelty of others.

Danny called yesterday.

In my defense, he should have expected my reaction, after not calling for months.

"Hello? Evie? Evs is that you?"

My breath caught in my throat and tears immediately began to sting the corners of my eyes. I took a few calming breaths before I found my voice.

"What do you know, it's the return of the prodigal brother." My tone was harsh and mean, which was ironic due to how overjoyed I was to hear his voice.

"Evie... please don't be like that."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as tears streamed down my face. "Oh I'm sorry, was my greeting not as pleasant and love filled as you had expected? Should I hang up, wait a couple months until you call again, and then try again?"

There was a pause, and I held my breath as a sob nearly broke loose. I didn't understand why I was being so awful- why I've ever been so awful to Danny.

He's my only family I have left yet that didn't stop me from treating him like shit.

I make myself sick. 

"I know I haven't called, but-"

"How are you?" I cut him off, raising my free hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

"I-I- Evie," he took a breath, "we're doing so much better now."

Without me.

"The second the gangs are eliminated in London, I'm going to try to persuade Sebastian to have you come live here, with London's Eyes."

I was silent for a bit, processing what he had said.

"I suppose you'd have to change the name though." I let out a small laugh, and felt a smile form against my trembling lips.

Danny laughed in response. "Sebastian tells me you've been extremely helpful- I don't doubt it. You've always been so amazing like that."

I smiled at his words before I hardened my features and froze over my emotions. "Enough with this heart to heart, it's actually making me sick."

An audible sigh could be heard on the other side of the line. "I love you, Evie, you know that right?"

My lips tilted upwards into a half smile, before I composed myself. "Whatever."

A loud bang echoed throughout the bathroom as the door slammed into the nearby wall, startling me so much so that I slipped in the bathtub, and collapsed onto my side.

A yelp of pain left my lips, and I felt myself instinctively curl into my fetal position, the pain pounding through my shaking form.

"Fuck," I heard Sebastian's voice through the water, and saw he shadow on the other side of the curtain. A hand appeared, shutting off the water, before returning with a towel. I took the towel, and held in my groans of discomfort as I hoisted myself to my feet.

"You okay, Evie?"

I was still in shock when a pair of strong hands lifted me from the shower and into the brightly lit bathroom.

When my eyes finally readjusted, I was able to see Sebastian's worried expression.

Worried?

"I kept calling for you, and I-" he shook his head slightly, "I know the phone call didn't go well with your brother yesterday, I just, I was worried you were-"

"I'm not going to kill myself over a phone call." My condescending, rude tone cut off Sebastian. There was a flicker of surprise, before his expression morphed into one of irritation.

"You don't have to be so cold-hearted at times," he snapped, glaring down at me.

You're doing it again, Evie, the voice told me. You're pushing away another person that cares.

I shook my head, much to Sebastian's confusion.

Sebastian doesn't care.

"You don't have to be confusing all the time!" I snapped back at him, clearly not thinking it through.

Sebastian took on a surprised look before shaking his head at me in disbelief.

"I'm the confusing one?" He asked, the disbelief tainting his words.

I hesitated before wrapping the towel tighter around myself, nodding my head rapidly.

"Yes! You're always so mean, but I get that you can be nice and shit, then you have to go and kiss me? Why in the world would you do that? I can't- I can't even think straight now!" I was flustered, confused, and annoyed.

I was annoyed at myself, for finally reaching that hormonal teenage girl stage.

"Good God," I muttered mostly to myself, "next thing I know I'll be listening to Taylor Swift and crying about my love life."

His deep laughter rang out through the room, and I felt a dark blush rise to my cheeks.

Moving past him, and I quickly ran into my room, and threw on my robe before he could come in.

"You know, Evelyn, when I talked to Harry, he said that someone was going to have to figure you out."

I stiffened at his words and turned to face him.

"You see, you're apparently, my 'weakness' and other people want to use that against me." He was towering over me, his head dipping down to mine. "If they want to do that, well, so be it."

My confusion only grew worse at his words, but I remained unmoving.

"You said it yourself, I'm Sebastian King, I can ruin lives with the flick of my wrist."

Something in my gut told me I wasn't going to like where he was going with this.

"You intrigue me, Evie, you really do." His breath and smell was intoxicating, but I refused to crumble before him.

"I didn't like the way that man was touching you, like you were his."

Flashbacks of my nightmare started coming back to me, and I felt my eyes widen in anticipation.

"It made me, me, jealous!" He laughed, "Who would have guessed that? I make you nervous and you make me jealous!"

I took a step back, only for him to take one forwards.

"I like you, Evelyn Summers."

Boys are being way too fucking bold nowadays. What happened to those shy glances, or the subtle smiles?

"That's nice." I managed to say, my eyes warning him to stop where he was, to say no more.

"You're upset that I've kissed you a few times," he mumbled, his hand wrapped around my waist while his free hand wiped the wet hair out of my face. "I can assure you that it won't stop there."

My expression twisted into one of revulsion. He was defeating me, and he knew it. I was helpless there against his muscular build, and he was loving every second of it.

"Something about you makes me so possessive, so animalistic," he growled out, his lips finding my neck.

"I don't care how long I have to wait, but I will, Evelyn Summers, make you mine." My heart stopped beating as he pulled away from me, smirking at my stunned respeonse.

My heart was still frozen inside of my chest as he walked through my door, pausing to look back at me.

"Unfortunately, you and I both know I'm not a patient man."

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