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[indent][indent]Owen Quinn stared at his own reflection deep in the mirror, his ocean vast blue eyes examining every flaw in his face with a fogged precision. He was doing what he could to shake off the cobwebs and fight the heaviness of his eyelids whilst the concussion blanketed his brain. There were always moments like this, moments where he had to push through the pain and crippling burden of a mind out of sync. It was hard to keep a train of thought when your brain was trying to repair itself after a beating.

Looking at his wounds of war, Owen raised his hand to his face, his fingertips touching the scarring gash beneath his left eye. It was bumpy and a little crispy as the scar tissue had  begun to slowly form over the cut. Unfortunately the drive to the Edge and a sharp gust of wind had opened up the lacerations a touch, hence his trip to the bathroom to clean it up. In his last fight, Owen had won by a knockout in the fifth round but for his troubles he had obtained a broken nose and a bruised jaw, along with a handful of cuts and the concussion. He had suffered through worse but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting like hell. Lucky for Owen, he had the best nurse on the planet, his princess, his wife, Indira.

The way he had longed for Indie since childhood was like something out of one of the Bollywood movies she loved so much. Yet Owen had always struggled to find his confidence when it came to her. Despite the likes of Maxine and Elysia pushing him and trying to build him up, it almost seemed like it was just never going to happen. It was a friendship with the golden child of Edenridge, Allison Davies that changed everything. Ally just had this energy about her, just something in her veins that allowed her to make anyone feel like they could literally do anything and after months of trying, she finally convinced Owen to take the plunge and ask Indie out. When he did and to his surprise she said yes, the Quinn boy didn’t really know what to think, say or do. He was completely ripped from normality and entered a fantasy world where a princess was going to run off with the lowly stable boy. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Fast forward to the present day and Owen and Indie were married, living a good life together with their friends; a vision in gold. After finally dreading his breathing and starving off the arthritic shakes, he left the bathroom and made his way to a small table in the near empty bar, where his wife and Ely were sitting. Owen rested one of his bruised hands on the side of Indie’s neck whilst the other drew circles on her back. He leaned and kissed the top of her head before looking towards the office door. [color=B4CB81]“Are they still going? We have too much to do today.”[/color]

As Indie felt the gentle touch on her neck, a warmth spread through her. It was familiar, comforting and despite Owen's bruised hand, full of love. She tilted her head up to catch his gaze. His ocean-blue eyes, a little glassy but fierce nonetheless, met her own and a small smile danced on her lips. Owen's strength and resilience always amazed her. In her heart, she knew there was no one quite like him.

His kiss sent a tingling sensation down her spine, heat erupting from her caramel skin from his touch. Her eyes, reflecting her Indian heritage, took in Owen's battered face, the recent fight having left him with more than a few souvenirs. She reached out, her fingers brushing gently against the bruised skin beneath his eye, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she inspected the healing laceration. It was a familiar sight, his battle wounds, but it never got any easier. Each time Owen came back from a fight, her heart would clench, worry knotting in her stomach. She wished she could take his pain away. But for now, she would do what she did best: provide him with unwavering love and support.

Owen’s inquiry about Maxine and R2 snapped Indie back to the present. She glanced towards the office door before her lips, that were pulled into a frown, morphed into an unrepressed grin. [color=ccb097]“Yep,”[/color] She said, popping the p loudly as though the sound would carry into the office. [color=ccb097]“I swear, they're worse than rabbits.”[/color]

The bubble of laughter that escaped her lips was rich and honey-sweet, offering Owen a moment's respite from the pain he was working so hard to hide. She reached up, her fingers lightly brushing against his rough stubble, a reassurance as much as a silent request for him to sit, to rest.

[color=ccb097]“Hey,”[/color] she said, her voice soft, tender as she looked into Owen's oceanic gaze, [color=ccb097]“You should be resting. Do you need a massage? I can try to keep it PG for Ely, but no promises.”[/color] Her light-hearted jest was meant to offer him some comfort, to draw him out of his cloud of pain and back into the world where he was not just a boxer nursing his wounds, but a part of a lively, loving circle of friends. And Indie, his rock, his cheerleader, would stand by him through it all.

[color=B4CB81]“We both know Ely likes to watch.”[/color] Owen joked as he accepted his wife’s invitation and took a seat next to her. It was a slow seating process. He took a handful of shots to the kidney which had really caused his back some issues but he knew they would heal over time. He had no planned fights for a little while as he planned on whisking his beloved away on a sun drenched holiday to the wilderness of Canada. Owen loved hiking and Indira, God bless her, had agreed to humour him on his endeavour. After all, their last few vacations had all been sun drenched bikini weekends where Indie could post hot content for her followers. Of course the boxer didn’t mind seeing his stunning wife with next to no clothes on but he had always been a quiet soul and constantly being surrounded by gawking onlookers wasn’t his idea of a great time.

He turned his back slightly and immediately felt the warm fingers of his soulmate begin to dance across his shoulders in a loving massage. [color=B4CB81]“Just a small one though, I don’t want to get too comfy, we’ve got too much Beau prep…”[/color]  Owen’s whole body began to vibrate when Indie found her way to a specifically painful area.  [color=B4CB81]“…to do.”[/color] He groaned a little as his hand gripped her knee behind him with a tremble. [color=B4CB81]“Someone remind me again what’s first on the agenda?”[/color]

This was her life. 

Surrounded by lovers but not one to be in love. 

Elysia watched the cheese pull from her loaded nacho cheese as she listened to her two friends openly flirt with one another and tease her: the single one. She didn’t respond to them immediately. Instead she shovelled the chip in her mouth with one hand and went through pictures on her camera with her other hand. She should be on her laptop finalising her slideshow of Beau throughout the years, with all the people he impacted, having collected pictures for the past month, from parents to the students, from cops to serpents, but rather than do that, she was distracted. While she was doing a bridal photoshoot on the Milligan bridge, she caught sight of someone so… ethereal, she forgot she was on a job.

This girl had platinum blonde hair, wore a bomber jacket and carried herself with so much energy, so much hunger and so much curiosity. She looked like a girl full of experiences waiting to happen. A fantastical adventure that she pursues with eyes wide open. Whimsical and almost surreal. A breathtaking masterpiece. This girl, a stranger. A beautiful stranger. They met each other’s gaze briefly as she ran across the bridge to who knows where and Ely saw in that moment her muse. She only saw her for a second, maybe a minute, but she knew that sparkle in the stranger’s eyes and her light and feathery laughter would be what made her come undone. She needed to know who this girl was and she needed to ask her out. Come rain or shine, come hell or high water, Ely needed to speak to her. 

[color=8882be]“What?”[/color] Ely asked, not processing what Owen had said and bringing the conversation back to Max. [color=8882be]“Oh yeah, R2 is totally railing Cherry on his desk.”[/color] Cherry Bomb was Ely’s nickname for Max, since her friend was a total firecracker of a person, with explosive power. And let's be real, the moment R2 popped Max’s cherry, she blossomed rather rapidly into confidence, into ambition and into total badassery. [color=8882be]“They fuck like rabbits. Nothing new. And I’m sure you two get it. You’d fuck right now if it weren’t for all the people.”[/color]  

[color=B4CB81]“Well.”[/color] Owen felt the flush of heat and embarrassment in his skin. Ely wasn’t lying but that didn’t mean that he didn’t need to hear it said out loud. Beneath the scars and bruises, the young Quinn was still a quiet and unmoving soul. Maybe that was why he always surrounded himself with wilder personalities like Elysia or his wife, Indie, to compensate for the silence of his own self. [color=B4CB81]“Anyway.”[/color] Owen looked at his friend and could see her mind was completely elsewhere. Usually the blonde was like this when she had seen some sort of amazing vision that she needed to capture in her lenses. Yet he couldn’t see anything in the Edge that it could possibly be which meant that the photographer had possibly had an encounter somewhere else which was still playing in her mind. [color=B4CB81]“I mean should we just go? I don’t really want to sit here for much longer…”[/color]

As three members of Edenridge’s Fantastic Four waited, the Queensnake was lost in passion, a constant, feverish dream in the back of Sin. Fantastic Four was a nickname bestowed on the friend group by local comic artist, Nolan MacCullum, Max’s childhood crush, rumoured to be the next Spike Langley, after a much needed heart to heart at Allison’s big party in 2016. When the party didn’t go as Max planned, she almost left defeated, believing her worth would never be good enough for another man. Her standards at the time were not high since she didn’t even know where to begin in the realm of romance. Her mother never treated either of her fathers well so what made her think she would be capable of not becoming exactly like the woman she despised only pushing those she loved away. Her mother liked to use the excuse she was fixing them when really, she was the one that needed fixing. Max hated her mother. 

Thankfully, instead of shattering her heart, saying spiteful things just to get her to hate him, Nolan gained the courage to stop her from leaving the party and told her why she deserved better and that dating him would only bring her down when she was meant for so much more. He didn’t want her to fix him; no man should expect that of her. More importantly, what she had achieved at such a young age, wasn’t something to take for granted. She was beyond gifted and he knew that if she dated him, she would never become the queen she was always meant to be. She needed someone that matched her energy, perfectly, and Nolan wasn’t the one. And it was at that moment Max realised how admired she was and how much power her words had over those in Edenridge because she cared so deeply for everyone, no matter what side of the tracks they were raised on. The rose coloured glasses were off and as much as the truth shocked her to hear, Nolan was right. She was out of his league. It wasn’t meant to be egotistical either but she realised her crush on him was more out of feeling needed rather than her being physically attracted to him. It wasn’t until the Boy auction, during Valentine’s week, where she and Indie hosted the Carnival of Love and Mayor Story continued the tradition of the annual Endless Love Charity Gala, that she truly understood what love felt like. 

Cliché as ever to be something she discovered during the month where love was advertised to be in the air and on top of that, her birthday was just around the corner. It was the perfect birthday present to spontaneously bid money on her friend’s brother. Not her money. Honestly, she wasn’t the one who bid. Indie made the bid for her. But that’s beside the point. That night was… surreal… and she got to see a side of ReyRey Gonzalez that she hadn’t before, seeing how she spent more time with his sister, Ley, than him. They had an age gap so neither really looked at each other until that night. To her surprise, the man that was becoming more and more part of her daily routine, and who found a home in her heart and dreams, was willing to wait for her. There was a spark between them and as much as the temptation to give in was strong, he waited and she kept her ground. Unwavering and firm with how she wanted to be treated yet gentle and kind when it came to affairs of his heart. Max didn’t want to be like all of ReyRey’s other lovers and so to be certain he was serious about her, she teased and flirted, she encouraged and consoled, but she was never intimate. She withheld her own craving until without a shadow of doubt he was her’s and he was going to commit to her, with all his heart. Max wouldn’t settle for less.  

Presently, they were married and things were fiery, heated and extremely passionate. Everyday was like the first time they gave into their desires. They couldn’t get enough of each other, being absolutely addicted and madly, deeply in love. Turns out, Maxine is a sexual deviant who doesn’t mind exploring a vast amount of kinks, so long as those experiences are shared with her husband. Sex aside, they also complimented each other in brilliance, in interest and in anger. ReyRey and Maxine cared deeply about Edenridge, especially their snakes. Beside every successful man, stands a woman, with him, and for the Kingsnake, that was Maxine, holding his hand as she guides him toward greatness while they build upon his father’s empire and continue to grow the SSS legacy.  

This was their happily ever after.

With her forehead pressed against her husband’s, Maxine held onto him for stability as she sat on his desk. After a few breathy kisses, her deep, sea green eyes staring deeply into his soft, earthy brown gaze, the two lovers released one another. As ReyRey backed away to adjust his pants, Maxine stood up, leaving his desk and straightening her white dress. Her lips went into a playful smirk as she walked to his closet where there was a mirror, brought into this room for this purpose and this purpose only. On a nearby side table, she grabbed her lipstick and reapplied, grabbing a wipe to clean the smudges that were made from their needed make out session. As she fixed herself up, which included her unruly hair, she chuckled, [color=52796e]“My friends are going to kill me one day. I’m always making them wait.”[/color]

ReyRey gazed upon his wife silently for a moment as he blindly tightened the leather belt of his jet black jeans. She really had come out of nowhere. He had always known Max as a friend of Aleyda’s, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, he could see that she was pretty but as bad as the Kingsnake was, the vibe wasn’t there. At least not until the Boytoy auction, which he had never even planned on being in but his father insisted that Rey being part of a charitable function could only do wonders for the Serpents reputation. Earning goodwill with the residents of Edenridge would soon become a preferred tactic of the snakes once Maxine got her feet under the table. That first night with the daughter of the legendary Serpent Rocky James opened R2’s eyes to a world he never thought existed for a man like him, a world of happiness.

It took a while but Maxine was worth the wait. Once she had graduated high school, Reynaldo immediately confessed to her his true feelings and their love affair began. Their elopement in Paris was very much a spur of the moment decision but it was also the best choice he had ever made. Some would argue that his marriage to Max softened him. The Kingsnake would counter that it made him stronger, smarter. She saw things in ways he could not even fathom. Her presence as a regal entity all dressed in white added an aura of uncertainty as on any given day, the serpents didn’t know who they would be dealing with that day, the King or the Queen, which made it even more difficult for their enemies to prepare as well. 

Maxine James was the best thing to ever happen to him.

[color=gold]“Well they don’t always have to wait do they? That’s their choice, Mami.”[/color] Rey couldn’t deny that there was an excitement to sending Max off to be with her friends after they had made love. It catered to his desire of possession, she was elsewhere but she would always have it in the back of her mind that she was his. [color=gold]“Besides.”[/color] R2 walked up behind Max as she applied her make up and wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cupped her throat. [color=gold]“You know you love it. The power it gives you over them. You’re a bad girl.”[/color] He kissed the base of her neck and met her gaze in the mirror. [color=gold]“What time am I meeting you tonight?”[/color]

As he caressed her, naturally she yearned for him and could feel the heat rebuilding inside her. There was something about him that sent wild tremors along her nerves, constantly. From his earthy aroma to the burning inferno in his inviting brown eyes, Maxine James was addicted. Rarely were there times her mind withdrew to far away places, seeing how all she could think about was him and their future together. He made sure she would never forget he loved her, that she was his, and she didn’t want him to. For a good portion of her childhood, she lacked a sense of belonging. The father that raised her was a serpent legend, but he was still a cop. The father that was her blood she didn’t discover until a little after she graduated, when her aunt was back in the picture. Together they unravelled Victoria Mooney’s crimes, like the murder of Melody Robinson, Theodore Grimm’s highschool sweetheart and mother to all the Grimm children. She thought it made sense to assimilate and blend with the northside because that was what was expected of a southie with potential. She was meant to get out. She searched for this feeling until she realised, why change who she was to fit this image that society painted as success? Why leave her environment when she could improve it, make it better? Without Reynaldo Jr, she wouldn’t have been able to hear that voice inside of her. That night that changed everything, he saw her and she saw him and she just knew she would marry him one day. That this man was her future. 

[color=52796e]“I can’t possibly go to Beau’s party alone, Mi corazón,”[/color] Max playfully pouted, pressing her backside against him. [color=52796e]“What am I without my Rey?” She puckered her lips and made a little kiss noise as she checked to make sure her lips were perfect. The silence lingered between the two sensual lovers before she decided to answer his question. “Pick me up at our place a quarter to six. Unless…”[/color] her mellow toned voice trailed off. [color=52796e]“…you want to take a nice, [i]long[/i] bath with me.”[/color] Closing her lipstick case, her hypnotising, green eyes deeply stared at her husband through the mirror, into the depths of his hungry eyes. [color=52796e]“Then I’d suggest earlier.”[/color]

[color=gold]“Four thirty it is..”[/color] Maxine brought out a hunger and a desire in Reynaldo like nothing else possibly could. He knew now with her in his life and in his arms, what the dope fiends that he kept under the thrall of drugs felt when they got that high, what they got when they differed through the pain and anguish before finally catching the dragon they had been chasing. Rey was an addict for Maxine James and he hoped to die of an overdose.

As she pressed herself against him, his large hands drifted down her toned body to the hem of the dress that she had only recently straightened. He growled into her shoulder as he fought back the yearning to take her as his once again. As his fingers began to slide under his wife’s white skirt, the phone in his jeans pocket began to vibrate loudly. Saved or damned by the bell, he wasn’t really sure. ReyRey took a step back, finally allowing Maxine some freedom from his grasp as he pulled out his cell to check the caller ID. [color=gold]“No rest for the wicked. I have to take this, I’ll see you tonight?”[/color]

[color=52796e]“Of course, and if you don’t, I might be dead,”[/color] Max said rather bluntly, humouring herself but also knowing her lover hated when she said shit like that. She only teased. No one would dare and for whoever that would, well, they’d be making an enemy out of this whole town. Max knew with ReyRey, she was safe.  [color=52796e]“I’m kidding,”[/color] she corrected herself, putting her lipstick back on the table. Even with her backtracking, R2 knew better. She was in a playful mood. Turning to face her man, she pressed her lips against his amorously. Jokingly, the Queensnake giggled, [color=52796e]“If I die, it’s because you take my breath away.”[/color] She squeezed his butt before releasing him from her embrace, sauntering off to the door. [color=52796e]“I’ll see you later, baby.”[/color]

As Indira's nimble fingers danced over Owen's sore muscles, kneading away the knots of tension, her thoughts meandered through the labyrinth of her relationships. Each connection with her loved ones was like a vibrant thread in the tapestry of her life. With Owen, it was a love as deep and vast as the ocean, cradling their shared past, present, and the dreams of their future. She could lose herself in those cerulean eyes of his, their depths mirroring his resolve, his strength, and above all, his quiet love for her.

Her thoughts then swirled to Maxine, her best friend and confidant. Their bond was akin to the rush of a rapid river, forceful and unstoppable, with undercurrents of secrets shared, challenges faced, and victories celebrated. The beautiful James was the lightning storm to Indie's thunder, each complementing the other's energy. Now, as Max disappeared into her husband's office, the sounds of R2's furniture echoing through the Edge, Indie couldn't help the amused smile that played on her lips. Her sister had found her match.

And then there was Ely, the contemplative artist of their group. Their friendship was like a placid lake, a mirror reflecting back their deepest thoughts and desires. She was the reality check in Indie’s whirl of chaos, her sounding board when things got too loud. Indie admired Ely for her ability to find beauty in the mundane, her artistic vision transforming the ordinary into extraordinary. Indie followed Ely's distant gaze, her own eyes lighting up with amusement when she noticed the camera in her friend's hands.

[color=ccb097]"Uh-huh,"[/color] she drawled out playfully, her arms curled around her husband's broad shoulders and pushing her chest against his back in a tender moment contradicting Indira's playful teasing. [color=ccb097]"Someone looks distracted,"[/color] she teased, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. She took a casual sip of her drink, the rim of the glass concealing her knowing smile. [color=ccb097]"Found a new muse, Ely?"[/color] Indie let her words hang in the air, the teasing challenge evident in her gaze as she studied her friend. She knew how Ely could lose herself in her photography, utterly consumed by a captivating subject. And the way her friend was lost in her thoughts right now... Indie would bet her next selfie that Ely had found a new inspiration.

As the office door finally creaked open, Indie’s smile broadened, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. There, slightly dishevelled and flushed was Maxine, radiating an aura of satiation. [color=ccb097]"Finally had your fill of your hunny?"[/color] Indie asked, her voice rich with playful amusement. [color=ccb097]"Join us in teasing our dreamy-eyed Ely here."[/color] She gestured towards Elysia, her grin widening in anticipation of the inevitable banter and laughter. This was their dance, their rhythm, the symphony of friendship that held them together, and Indie wouldn’t have it any other way.

[color=52796e]“Never enough, girl. You know me,”[/color] Max grinned as she sauntered to her group, her sharp gaze immediately catching sight of the subject on her friend’s camera. [color=52796e]“I was wondering when you’d finally meet Adelaide. She’s definitely your type.”[/color]

[color=8882be]“Adelaide?”[/color] The once distracted Elysia shot her head up to look at Max, the woman who knew more than anyone their age probably should. [color=8882be]“And you weren’t going to say something until now?”[/color] 

Rolling her eyes, Maxine crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. [color=52796e]“What fun would that be?”[/color] She asked, not expecting an answer in return. The question was rhetorical after all. [color=52796e]“She prefers Addie, by the way, and Ely. I know you and you like to find your own muses. Now you have a name and a face. I think it’s time for you to go find her.”[/color]

[color=8882be]“Right now?”[/color] The blonde woman looked around at their friend group, as if this was a trick question. Was Max freeing her of her duties or was there a catch? Maxine was always in a good mood after getting railed by ReyRey. He really did know how to make his woman happy but still, Ely could’ve sworn they had a shit ton to do or did Max already delegate everything to make their lives easier? 

[color=52796e]“As long as you have Beau’s montage done by tonight, that’s all I need from you. So yes, right now. I’m sure I made you wait long enough.”[/color] Maxine smiled, her demeanour was cool and collected. She was relaxed. Watching Ely swiftly gather her things, she gently commanded, [color=52796e]“Before you go…”[/color] she stopped her friend in her tracks, as she took a cigarette out of her bralette and placed it in between her luscious, red-painted lips. 

There was no need for Max to say more. Ely understood many cues without most people talking, when she wasn’t distracted by a manic pixie dream girl. This was an obvious one. Taking out her lighter, Ely lit the smoke before dipping, giving a peace sign as she dashed away from the table. Now the Queensnake was with her best friend and best friend’s husband. She inhaled the smoke into her lungs, taking a deep breath, before blowing it out to her side, away from the lovers. She surveyed the Edge of Sin, basking in the calm and peace of her home. Then and only then she was ready to talk. 

[color=52796e]“I promised my dad, Craig, I’d grab a bite with him. So I won’t take anymore of your time.”[/color] She took another drag, relaxing her shoulders, her mind thinking of many things at once, and nothing at all. A gift she had. Times like these, she appeared calm but the reality was her mind was going a million miles per hour. She couldn’t stop thinking, which is part of why she leaned into her addiction with her husband. He was good at keeping her restless thoughts at bay, her focus on him and only him. He was good at making her want him. Even now, after she already got plenty of time with him moments ago. She still wanted him and she would never stop wanting him. This was how their love story was written and she was happy to call it her own. 

Their time was over and she had to get back to work. Her thoughts came rushing in and she was met with her to-do list, schedule and appointments. What she needed to do, what she wanted to do and what she could push onto the back burner, for her to address on a later date. Today’s priority was Beau’s retirement party and it was her job to make sure it goes perfectly. Without a hitch. [color=52796e]“Aside from checking up on all those we hired, making sure they get their part done, I’ll need you two to head to Blue Heaven early. Make it look nice. Classy but fun. Beau it up. Pres has staff there and they’re already expecting you. The place is charming as is, it just needs a little pizzazz. Can you both handle it or do I need to recruit more hands?”[/color] 

[color=B4CB81]“Nah we got this, right babe?”[/color] Owen looked up to the blessed woman he called his bride and met her chocolate eyes with a smile. She was perfect from any angle and no matter what she posted on her busy social feed, he knew that her subscribers and fans would always be jealous of the silent boxer taking the photographs. Indie looked back at him with acknowledgment and love which only added to the warmth that already filled the quiet man’s heart, He raised his bruised hands to lace his fingers with his lovers where he kissed her wedding band. [color=B4CB81]“Is there any….”[/color]

Before Owen could finish his thought, the door of the office from which Maxine had just left, reopened and out stepped the Kingsnake himself. Max’s love had done wonders for Reynaldo’s personal habits and outlook on life but he still carried the aura of malice and fear that someone in his position needed to have. The few underling Serpents that were in the tool either froze up or hurryingly pretended to work at their respective stations to prepare the Edge to open its doors.

[color=gold]“Seriously?!”[/color] ReyRey looked towards his wife’s inner circle of freaks and geeks. He didn’t really have much of an opinion on Maxine’s crew of weirdos beyond the pleasantries. One of the many lessons that Rey had learned from his father was damage control and protecting those you cared about in their chosen profession. [color=gold]“Why are you still here? Don’t you have things to do?”[/color] R2 was unable to prevent Maxine from entering his business but he sure as shit would do his utmost to prevent the people she loved, like her little sister and those friends of hers from getting hurt and getting sucked into the hellmouth that was this town. [color=gold]“Get the fuck out!”[/color] Reynaldo would do anything for Max. He shot a look towards his wife and called out just before slamming the door behind him when he re-entered the office. [color=gold]“Love you mami!”[/color]

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