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If you have an questions or ideas please feel free to get in touch! I also work full time so sometimes my responses can be sporadic.

If I'm not on here writing I will most certainly be playing video games or sucked into a new world reading.

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Yaaay!

I shall reply when I'm out of work!

No way? They are still mad from the other day? That sucks!

Other than that though how have you been?
Haha it's okay!

I've just got home from work! It was such a busy day :(

Ohhh I like that! Evan would be like oh no, this was a bad idea. He would try to defend her however! He would mention the jobs he gives her are a bit rubbish and no one died so it's fine?

I was thinking later on in the story we could do something with a rival gang? I thought it would be interesting~
That's rubbish! Sometimes you have other stuff to do rather than going in early!

Omg I could see the whole I told you so moment, Evan is a bit concerned someone will try to hurt her because he knows he'll be in so much trouble haha
Closing his eyes as he took another swig of his drink, he was content, the cool liquid running down the back of his throat fulfilling his need for a drink. He rather enjoyed the taste of beer; he knew a couple of friends weren’t too keen and more drunk it at a social event in the hopes to get wasted. Evan was quite excited for the chicken sandwich, usually he went for some sort of burger but for once he decided to try something a little different. “Well it looks good, let’s see how it tastes.” Grinning her picked up the sandwich and took a bite, eyes lit up at the taste as he enjoyed the flavours. Sure, it was simple, but the seasoning was good, the amount of sauce and salad in the sandwich complimented the meat. “This is pretty good!” Nodding to himself as he took another bite, focusing on eating the sandwich because he hadn’t realised, he was quite hungry. His stomach seemed to rumble in agreement as his food started to digest.

Finishing off his food he pushed his plate to the side and took a napkin wiping his mouth and hands, “I must say, it did live up to the hype and usually food doesn’t.” Chuckling slightly as he relaxed in the chair finishing off his beer that accompanied his food. “This is nice, we should do this more often. Get food, relax even if we are meant to be doing a job.” Shaking his head in amusement before he leaned forward on the table going back to what she had said about the job tomorrow. He didn’t doubt she would put them in their place, but he would be responsible if anything went wrong. What if she got hurt? That was something that did unsettle him when he thought on it more.

“I don’t doubt you’ll put these sum in their place, I just worry one of them will take it too far.” Narrowing his eyes at the thought of it, Damian would have his head if he let anything happen to her, he was sure. “I mean it would be funny seeing them all excited before you break their little hearts. They do deserve it but… you’ll be careful right?” He was sure she would be careful but at the same time he kind of wanted her to voice it, promise him that she would take care.

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Heart racing as she heard her footsteps splatter in the rain as she continued to run down the street, glancing back she couldn’t see anything or anyone in the dark chasing after her, but she knew she was not safe. The streetlamps flickered in the night as she forced herself to keep moving, running as she tried to think on where she should go to next. Town was not too far out of reach and she was sure she could find a twenty-four seven café that served coffee before she figured out her next move. Her mind was full of different plans, she still had her phone on her and luckily, she kept one of her debit cards in the back case for emergencies. This to her considered as an emergency. Thinking on her next steps she even went as far as considering booking a random last minute flight somewhere, her heart dropped soon after as she realised her passport was actually in one of the suitcases from her last trip.

What do I do?

Head began to pound as she had a headache forming, she was scared and had no clue who to even turn too. Her father couldn’t be trusted he would no doubt ship her straight back to this dangerous criminal. Perhaps a friend could put her up for the night? Pulling out her phone she tried to work it but as the rain was pouring down heavily it made it difficult to navigate. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket she started to run again, a coffee shop would be the first stop and then she could figure it out from there.

Slowing from her run she could feel a sense of relief as she felt like she could make it, town was not far off and she could see the lights from the various shops still open. Releasing a shaky breath, she shuddered at the idea of going into somewhere warm, the rain had completely soaked her through, and she started to feel the sting of her cut from her escape. The adrenaline had to be wearing off. Sighing with relief as she stepped out of the alley she was almost there; the feeling was fleeting as she saw a car pull up and she recognised the model to be the one from earlier. “No….” Her voice wavered as she took a step back turning on her heel to make another attempt to flee.
It did! How has your day been?

Ohh I like that! Evan would be like damn why doesn't Damian let her on jobs more often?

I always try to do at least one post a day too!!

Sorry I've been a bit delayed today, work was busy!

I'll work on a reply now :)

Omg I know right? I also picture on the job tomorrow some sleaze bag trying to make a pass at Rowan and she just shutting him down! I thought it would be hilarious :3
Evan snorted, “The most expensive?” He couldn’t help but smile because if the roles were reversed and a dinner was on the line of course you’d pick the most expensive place to eat. However, he didn’t mind, he rather enjoyed her company. Compared to Damian he knew who he would rather be hanging around with. Putting the menu to the side he checked the table number before standing up, “I’ll grab us the beers and order those sandwiches.” Heading on over to the bar he waved down an attendant and placed the order. It only took a few minutes for him to wait for the drinks, service was always quick here “Cheers.” Thanking the server before he moved back over, he handed Rowan a beer as he sat back down with his own, “They said the sandwiches will be out as soon as they are ready.”

Taking a sip of his drink he watched Rowan opposite him, “So that task I mentioned, the one I’ll be doing tomorrow.” Pausing slightly before he went into more detail, he wasn’t worried about being overheard they were in a secluded section of the pub. “It’s nothing to fancy, just collecting debts much like today.” Taking another swig of his drink before he set the glass back down on the wooden table. “Well, it will be more interesting, these aren’t high paying clients so it could get a bit messy… the places are a bit dire. Probably not a place I should take a lady, but you want pizzaz. There are a few that might disgust you, no doubt they’ll try to charm you but honestly it’s pathetic it might make you laugh” He had remembered how once he had been showing a lower member the ropes, they were a female which was fine, but on the types of jobs he had taken her on a lot of the scum he had dealt with tried their luck. Some people could be disgusting so he just wanted to make sure Rowan was prepared for that.

“Chicken sandwiches?” A waiter smiled as he placed down the plates of food, “can I get you anything else?”

“Oh no thanks! Rowan?” Evan looked down at his sandwich quite intrigued to try it, Rowan had recommended it so he was sure it would be good.

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£50000 that was what she was worth to her father. Falling silent as she focused on the number, how had he allowed himself to get that much into debt? Surely that had to be the cost of his whole campaign. Looking up when she saw the familiar setting of her home, she left the car to go collect her things, fingers fumbled with her keys, but she was nervous. Nervous because she was going to try and make a break for it, run away from someone quite dangerous. “I suppose you can wait down here and start to move the bags?” She wasn’t sure what to suggest in this scenario, but she headed upstairs to her room to start ‘packing’

Opening her wardrobe, she pulled out a couple of suitcases, she started to fill it with various clothes that she would need or other items that would be useful. She figured she would need to make it look like she was serious about this, that she was complying. With two suitcases full of clothes, toiletries and various items that she would need she placed them at the top of the stairs before moving back into her bedroom. Biting her lip, she glanced around, it was now or never especially as now she was on her own, she moved quietly to her patio doors debating on if this would be the best option. In her bedroom she had a balcony that overlooked her backyard, opening the doors carefully she looked outside grimacing. It was still raining but that would not stop her. There was a trellis on the side of the house that had a clematis plant running up it which was perfect for climbing. The structure itself was sturdy and Iris had used it quite a few times in her life to sneak back in after hours.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed over the balcony and used the trellis to get herself safely down into the garden, the adverse weather however did not make it easy. Within moments she was soaked through and her foot slipped hand scrapping against the wooden frame producing a small cut on the palm of her hand. Biting her lip to stop any sound escaping her lips she felt her feet reach the floor and her heart stopped, she hesitated a moment unsure on if she would go through with it but before she could doubt her decision she turned on her heel and ran. She headed towards the alley that would take her to town, she had no idea on were she would go but it was a start.
Hey no worries!

Take your time I don't mind! Sometimes it can be hard to get over writers block :3
Yeah I heard a lot of mixed reviews but I enjoyed it!

Awh that's always nice to just chill with the dogs!

Evan pondered the thought, “Hmm… sooner rather than later eh?” He figured that was her thinking when it came to their silly little bet. Especially as she had called it happening sooner, he only thought dead of night when everyone was asleep would have been easier. Well it wasn’t easy to escape them so to speak. “I tell you what, if she tries to run at her place and you win, I’ll take you out to dinner. Your choice, plus that tenner.” He winked at her as he continued to drive. The rain didn’t seem to be letting up, but he quite enjoyed it sound of rain hitting against his car. Driving in the rain was always enjoyable for him. “Something with more pizazz?” Evan chuckled at how she had worded it, like this lifestyle was glamorous but he could understand. He doubted Damian allowed her to do much when it came to the business especially as she was pestering him for something. “Well, I’m supposed to be doing something tomorrow if you wanted to join? I’m sure your brother will have his hands full so we can always sneak you out.”

“Firstly! Rosebery pub!” Smiling as he pulled into a car park the sign visible for the pub she had suggested. Grabbing his wallet, he moved leaning over the chair and pulled open the glove compartment box in the car, rummaging around he grinned as he found some sort of voucher. “I thought I still had it, fifty percent off food and drink” Shoving the voucher in his wallet he got out of the car being quick to lock up and flee to the shelter of the pub. Even though it was raining he had been lucky to not get soaked, but he had chosen a parking stop closer to the pub. Holding open the door to the pub for Rowan he followed inside feeling the warmth hit his skin compared to the outside. The lighting was dim, but it gave the cosy feeling. Picking up two menus he moved towards a booth and sat down handing Rowan the other menu, “Although I don’t know why I’m looking at the menu, that chicken sandwich you mentioned sounds great.”

“Might as well enjoy it, as you said who cares if we are late. Especially as you seem so confident, you’ll win.” Stretching his arms behind his back he began to relax in the pub, he was always on edge around Damian. Though he figured there was more to it than fear of disobeying orders. “I pity her, trying to run from your brother. Imagine him running after her.” Shaking his head at the thought he glanced down at the menu seeing if anything took his fancy. “What do you want to eat?”

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Iris listened to him as she continued to stare out the window, watching the weather change and seeing the rain start to pour. She wasn’t listening properly because she was thinking on ways to get out of this, ways she could try to escape. Was it worth it? What would even happen if she did? Frowning slightly, she had heard him explain who he was, it didn’t surprise her. Her father had started to deal with some shady characters as of late, even though he had tried to hide it from her she wasn’t stupid. After all she had been his PA, she knew the ins and outs of who he met with and when. “I don’t think you’re the only gang he has dealings with.”

Iris was however quite thankful he had been answering her questions, he could have just ignored her the journey, but he hadn’t. The idea of packing what she wanted made her think, as long as it fits in the car. Perhaps she could get him to help her move things to and from the car? Then whilst distracted she could make a break for it. Her backyard had an alley at the back of it which led into town, perhaps she could use it? “I’ll need help, if that’s okay?” Glancing over at him she knew this could go one of two ways, “Just to take things to the car. Make it quicker? It’s getting late and I’m sure you want to head back to your home.”

Hands had started to fiddle with the end of her sleeves, fingers fraying the fabric, it was a nervous habit but who could blame her. Her whole life had been changed in the space of one meeting. Any other questions? Think on it she did have one burning question that she was itching to know.

“How much was I worth?” Whether it was a good idea to know or not she couldn’t help but ask, she wanted to know just what kind of price her father thought she was worth.
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