"Daddy's home!"

We all looked up at Dylan as he walked through the door, bags full of the Chinese food we told him to go get.

Yup. Chinese food for breakfast.

The past couple of days have been fairly eventless, no one but Tyler having to go out on a job, so everyone was taking it easy.

Collin tisked as Dylan entered the living room.

"You took my catchphrase," he said.

Dylan sent his brother a sideways glare, deciding to ignore him before he set the bags of food onto the table.

Of course he wasn't going to hand us our food. He wanted us to get up so he could get his couch back.

Dylan shuffled through the bag, grabbing his box of takeout before taking a step back.

The room fell silent for a short while as they all tried to make plans on how they could keep their couch or steal it from someone else.

All except Spencer and Tanner, who casually went and retrieved their food without saying a word. Tanner had nothing to lose since it was his turn to guard the basement and Spencer knew that no one was gonna try to take his couch.

I stretched and leaned back, being very grateful that I had my own bed upstairs.

"I'll guard your couch if you get my food," I said to Dante.

"Deal," he responded, standing up almost immediately.

Dylan gawked at our conversation.

"What! That's not fair!" He complained.

I rose a brow at him as Dante collected our food.

"That really sounds like a you problem," I responded plainly.

I silently thanked Dante as he handed me my takeout box as well as a plastic fork.

I stopped paying attention to the couch brawl and instead focused on the sweet and sour chicken and fried rice that I was about to dig in to.

Learning how to ignore these guys came with a lot of practice, but I figured out how it could be done.

It's saved me from having to stab one of them on multiple occasions.

I lifted a piece of chicken with my fork.

Chinese wasn't exactly my favorite, but I would still eat it without complaining.

I was just happy that we had food and none of us had to go hungry anymore.

My chewing stopped as a thought crossed my mind.

"Hey has anyone been feeding-" I paused once I saw Ashton pretty much choking Dylan in a headlock for trying to take his couch, "Leo..." I finished slowly, trying in vain to ignore the scene.

Leo had been here for a couple days now, so someones had to have given him water or something right?

Wait. Why do I care?

"Yeah we've been giving him some water bottles each day and I'm pretty sure Tanner gave him some of the old, frozen bagel bites yesterday," Dante answered, everyone else watching the brawl go down.

I just "huh'ed" a response, trying to hold back a laugh as Dylan bit Ashton's arm in defense.

Watching these boys fight without the intention of killing one another was quite possibly the most entertaining thing I could watch.

When they really have to fight, they do it right. But for now...

"Wait how the hell does he eat and drink with his hands cuffed behind his back?" I asked.

Dante shrugged, "Dunno. but every time we go down there the bottles are empty so he must find a way. "The guy's weird."

Well, I had to completely agree with him on that one.

I accepted his answer, taking another bite of my chicken.

Leo's POV:

I quietly strut around Lexi's room, making sure not to make the wood creek beneath me.

It was a nice room for such a rundown house, with limited holes in the walls compared to every other room I've seen.

The chains on the cuffs that still surrounded each wrist gave off a faint rattling noise with each step.

It was amazing what a metal chain on a metal beam could do, though it took longer than I had wanted it for the chain to finally break.

It wouldn't have taken that long, but quietly being able to rub through metal with metal wasn't something that I had in my skill sets.

But apparently waiting for my "Guard" to use the bathroom so that I could sneak out and up the stairs while everyone was sleeping definitely was.

They didn't even have a lock on the outside of that door,

Getting around Lexi's room without her waking up was definitely not something I was expecting myself to do successfully.

With the job we do, we didn't get the luxury of sleeping through a whole lot.

But, just like everything else, I somehow managed.

She apparently likes to use the clothes on her floor instead of opening up her wardrobe.

The wardrobe that I had been hiding in.

It was a shame really.

Or maybe that was for the best.

She probably would have just shot me on instinct if she opened this and found me just standing here.

But what was a shame, was that I couldn't hear anything that went on downstairs.

Being able to tell what was going on down there was an advantage that I wanted but I guess my luck has been spent from what I've gotten away with already.

I approached her vanity, looking at all the decently priced makeup sitting around it with no organization whatsoever.

I sat myself down onto the chair, setting my feet on the vanity as I grabbed the small handbag that sat on the edge of it.

And what luck that her wallet was the first thing that I found inside.

I opened it, her license caching my attention first, especially since her cute little picture was on the side.

Alexi Vladimir Malor.

Alexi huh?

The mix of Russian and I think French in her name surprised me, but I was mostly just happy that my ears didn't deceive me the night that I first found her.

She was indeed the daughter of the man that my boss wanted dead.

Which definitely spiced things up, but not enough for me to drop what I intended to do with her

Two thoughts came into my mind the first moment that girl spoke to me: "Holy shit" and "She's perfect."

Not just every girl could play me the way she did the first night we met.

She almost made it look easy, using that pretty little mind of her to outsmart me.

And that fire in her eyes as she worked so well with such a small blade.

No other girl that I've dealt with has been able to pull that off in such a short amount of time.

And I'm not gonna lie she's hot as hell.

I continued looking at the information her license was handing out to me.

Date Of Birth: 4 - 23 - 1999

I thought that over for a short moment. She's 21... Hell yea.

Height: 5-08

Weight: 145

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Blonde

Huh. I partially wondered if her hair was natural.

Not that it mattered. She'd look great either way.

I returned the wallet back into the bag, having gotten exactly what I was looking for.

Now all I had to do was wait for someone to notice I'm gone and hope to God that she doesn't shoot on sight.

My head whipped to the left as I heard a scratching noise.

I removed my feet from the vanity, returning them to the floor.

Was that a cat?

I stood as I stared at the figure outside the window. Its green eyes looking back at mine curiously.

I didn't fail to recognize the short black hairs scattered over this room. It must be Lexi's.

So, I did what any civilized man would have done, I crawled over the bed, opened the window, and let it in.

It meowed at me before strutting in and jumping onto the edge of the bed.

Cute.

I closed the window, letting the cat sniff my hand before I scratched its head.

It seemed to like it if the vibrations in its throat told me anything.

So I kept petting it.

Admittedly, animals were pretty much my only weakness.

With my other hand, I opened the drawer.

The first thing I noticed was the knife, and luckily under that were a couple magazines. Some nice ones that looked like they featured the recent gun shows.

I pulled one out.

Scratch that, stolen magazines. The address on it wasn't anywhere near this place.

"THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT HERE!?"

Wow. She must have really had to yell in order for me to be able to hear it.

I smiled, relaxing myself against the bed.

The cat took the liberty of walking closer to me so I would continue to pet it.

Maybe with her cat on me, she'd be less inclined to be trigger happy.

Looks like they finally discovered I was missing.

I flipped the magazine open with one hand.

Things were about to get interesting.