[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Milo rubbed his wrists, finally free of the cuffs, he understood that they needed to do so, he didn't want to believe everything that he had been hearing since he had come in, the whispers that he had beaten the man to death, the man had been an assassin, he couldn't have been dead, but with the way Paige moved the topic, it set down on him that the reality was that, he was a murderer, as bad as the man he had killed. Paige told him about how she had shot an impostor at the gallery, it seemed they both had had a hard day however just as they knew it would, when he struck back, he ends up in cuffs. Milo could only think that he was lucky that at least it had been deemed as self defense.

	Milo sat back down, now that he was no longer sitting on his hands, [color=f26522]"What do I do now Paige?"[/color] Milo looked at the floor, [color=f26522]"Everyone always thought I would do it, but now that I did, how do you deal with this?"[/color] Milo just looked at his hands, he could almost see the blood still, all the cuts and bruises on his knuckles, the tightness in his chest, he had so callously thought about doing the very same thing to Nikki just to stop him, yet now that he had crossed that line, he began to fear what it was that he was to become. Could he do it twice? Would it be easier the second time? Should he just leave, let this all fade? Could he even do it? As he looked to Paige, tears in her eyes, he couldn't let her do this alone, that same competitive spirit the two of them had, was the same one that would drive the two of them into the mouth of hell as long as the other one would go. [color=f26522]"So what is the plan then? You want to go to the club? Might need to sweet talk a sheriff or two to get them to let me out."[/color] the last thing he wanted at this moment was for her to look at him differently, he just wanted to keep talking as if things were ok.

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