Choices

"Aidan Resa Sto-"

"How do you-"

Deirdre nipped at the women's lip to quiet her question causing for her to shove against his chest. She attempted to pull away, but he reached up to snatch Aidan's hair. She clenched her jaw as he stilled her before moving to brush his lips along her neck. A gentle cry forced itself passed her lips at the burning of those cold lips. She was unable to stop the shiver that slipped up her spine and shook her. Deirdre easy caught this as he nipped against her shoulder before moving his tongue passed her shirt to taste the skin. He heard a slight gasp and felt the twisting of her body as she tried to pull away. The brush of her jaw against his neck indicated her wish to speak, but he tightened his hold on her waist in warning. He was already at the edge of his own control. He was pleased when she got the message and hushed herself as her hand tangled against his shirt. It was evident to say the least she wanted to slap him again. Yet in his territory, in his arms, and under his control he knew that she was smart enough to not fight back.

Aidan was not stupid by any means. She could feel his warning and taste the power this man held. If he wanted her dead, she would have been dead long ago. However, what she did not understand was the reason he was burning her. His touch, his body brushing against hers, and the feel of his tongue as it moved upon her skin. She whimpered with each touch and feel of him to leave her wanting more. He did not even spare her back as she felt his cold fingers slip under her shirt to trace her skin. His large hand curled around her hip while a finger moved along to trace her waist band. Her mind was being blinded by sensation, fear, confusion, and anger. If she moved though, he would only tighten his hold in her hair to hold her still. For now... just now she decided to obey. It did little to stop her glare though or the clenching of fists against his shirt. Although, she still wished to know how he knew her name. How did he know ANYTHING about her? Could it be that she really angered him enough for him to go after her? Surely not. He knew something, and it bothered her that he did not allow her to utter a word.

"As I was saying." The man breathed against the women's shoulder before brushing his tongue along her skin until he reached her jaw. His hair falling forward to brush up against her neck and cloaking them with his body. He leaned over her, surrounded her, and grinned at the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. Deirdre did not miss the blush of her flesh or the way her breathing had become labored. Aidan was an open book, which amused him. It was a nice change compared to those that liked to play. He had enjoyed women to long that wanted him for sex, power, and just for looks. It was refreshing to enjoy a feast that wanted nothing to do with him. "Aidan Resa Storm, who are you, why are you here, and who sent you?"

The women frowned deeply and narrowed her eyes as she snapped back. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" She ignored the growl that escaped the man and went on instead. "And why the hell would I tell you? Huh?"

Deirdre certainly had to give her credit for guts, but he knew better than anyone that there was more than one way to crack an egg. A growl escaped him again as he curled his claw against her back. She jerked away from his nails, yet he had no intention of allowing her to go further. His hand moved slowly along her skin to her side. There, he traced her hip slowly before slithering a hand upwards to her stomach. A gasp left her lips, but he did not stop there as he made a pathway to brush up to her chest. "I will not ask again, Mrs. Storm." The man had pulled himself back slightly to look down at her. Daggers were staring up at him. Aidan had pulled her lips back with her jaw clenched enough it looked as if she might shatter her teeth.

Deirdre smiled at the frustration as his own eyes hardened under pressure while his finger flicked against a nipple hidden away behind a bra. Aidan did not flinched even as his finger traced around it slowly. "I will get my answer, and I will get it now otherwise..." He trailed off again as his hand moved out from the necklace to wrap fingers around the women's neck. His lips widening in a feral smirk before leaning down to brush his lips on hers again. "I cannot guarantee your safety."

Aidan swallowed thickly, but she did not waver. She simply glared at the man without movement, response, or an indication she was going to give one. In fact they sat there, staring, and listening to the talk around them. Both could hear the sounds of the women, the clattering of bottles from the bar, and the slight chime of someone playing a game. Both were able to hear each others breathing and pounding of their hearts until finally Deirdre signed.

The man had never meet someone as stubborn as he was before or at least someone as brave as this women. She was clearly unable to grasp her situation, although he did not miss the hint of victory in her gaze as she reached up to remove his hand from her neck. Deirdre felt a strange flicker of disappointment of his hand being removed from her skin, but he indeed released her hair as he placed his hands at his side. Although, when she moved to get up a hand shot back out to hold her there. He did not want her to leave, but even so she begun to speak. "Look. I don't know why you are so pissed off about a shirt, but it was an accident. I'm not here for you or anyone else in your boring ass kingdom. I'm here to find my brother and go home. That is it. So whatever the hell you want to do with me, do it. I don't have time to waste on your boring ass!"

Deirdre's eyes remained on her causing for the women to yell once more. "WELL?!"

A grin slipped onto his lips at her anger before finally allowing a laugh to escape his lips. His head thrown back. Each and every single person stopped to look at the man in shock. A matter of fact, not a single person had seen him laugh before. The very sound so unlike the man who could freeze a fire with a single glance, but this man was... laughing. Aidan could not believe it either, and because of it she looked away with embarrassment. Had what she said really be that funny? "Alright little girl." Deirdre begun as she tried to calm his amusement. His hand slipped up to grip her chin making the girl shove and curse at him. "I have decided. You will be my new puppy. So I suggest you learn how to behave."

As abruptly as he had spoken, Deirdre stood up causing her to scream. Aidan fell flat on her butt while the male turned and walked away from her. It did little when she shouted after him to explain himself. A matter of fact, he only grinned as he begun up the stairs to the second level of the club. He had work to do, but he trusted Hunter to fill her in. Things would be getting interesting, and he certainly was looking forward to training his new puppy.

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Aidan sat on the ground in utter confusion as she blinked after Deirdre. What... had just happened? They were supposed to have a talk, but after just one answer the man dumped her and left. What was that about? Her blood boiled at the thought, about the man, and now that her butt hurt. Who the hell did this guy think he is? Why did he think this was okay? Matter of fact, why was any of this happening in the first place?

"Well fuck you too!" The women finally yelled, shoved up onto her feet and kicked the couch in her anger. A yelp sounded from her as Aidan reached down and gripped her foot. A second later she plopped down on the stage in utter defeat. Such a burst of anger calmed her enough she was able to look at the women standing around, painted and beautiful.

They all were watching her, which only annoyed her further. "What?!" Aidan snapped causing for them to all turn away. She was not sure if it was because they did not know what to think or simply decided to not care. Hunter, on the other hand, started laughing. Aidan blushed deeper at the sight of the man. His arm wrapped around his stomach, a hand on his knee, and tears slipping from his eyes. His voice filled the whole entire building.

Hunter had never seen Deirdre act in such a way towards a women. He had never seen a women reject Deirdre either in such a way. Mr. McGunner certainly will have his hands full. "Will you just stop? Please?" Aidan whined making Hunter chuckle a few more times before slowly forcing himself to calm down.

"Girl, you either have a death wish or some pretty big balls." Aidan could not help a tiny curl of her lips. Whenever she had acted like that, she had been punished. It was a bit refreshing that someone found it amusing.

"Let me introduce myself." Hunter pulled himself up and walked across the room. His hand locking his cellphone before shoving it into his back pocket. He came to stand in front of the her and moved his hand out in greeting. "Hunter."

"No last name?" Aidan asked as her blood begun to cool. She sorta liked Hunter. When he had found her, the man had been calm, gentle, and considerate. It was true he did not let her escape, but he had given her a rather large room, had given her food, and even brought her some change of cloths. He had made an impression of an amusing person and did not hide anything behind those brown eyes. In truth, she was surprised he even associated with the brute from before. Matter of fact, she saw him more of a pain in the butt guy one could not help but love. He was much older than her though, that she knew for sure. He was maybe in his late 30's or early 40's. Still though, the man looked rather young.

"Don't have one." Hunter informed her. "I was picked up when I was a kid with my brother, and kinda thrown into the business." He winked at the women.

"You have a brother?" Aidan did not know why that surprised her, but she wished she had not asked. The man's eyes had darkened slightly as his hand fell to his side.

"He died." Hunter turned away slightly as he looked up to the balcony of the upstairs. It was reserved for VIPs with their own mini bar. It was one of the best views of the club besides of Deirdre's office. Before she could say anything else he turned back to her with his same o' smile.

"Aidan Storm, since you wanted to know." She introduced herself and put her hand out. Her smile finally back as her body cooled. She could tell that they would get along rather well. Hunter took her hand a moment later and shook it in greeting.

"It will be a pleasure working with you Aidan."

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True to his words, Hunter put Aidan to work. Deirdre enjoyed watching her work in the club cleaning mostly. He had no idea what the boy had said to convince her to not run, but he felt calmer seeing her there. He had no intention of allowing her escape, but he had to admit he liked her. He was not sure why. She had no sense of being a lady, a foul mouth, and she was not exactly... smart. She had little respect, and yet he liked the feel of her skin, her scent, and the way she defied him. He was not sure why. Perhaps it was refreshing considering very few dared to speak to him that way. Maybe it was because she seemed to not be afraid of him. Maybe it was because she had a charm he had not seen in any women before. He was not sure, yet as he watched that smile he felt warmth in his chest. It was not something he was used to. It was something Deirdre rarely felt since he found himself in this life so many years ago. It was a feeling he knew he would come to regret, which was why he stayed away.

It was the tenth day, that Deirdre was moving from his office. His hand rubbing along his eyes as he tried to remove the tiredness from them. He had been working on a project, which had required him to finish some documents tonight. They needed to be drafted, edited, and completed before first light. It was an urgent matter as the partners had been breathing down his neck for awhile. Even a big boss had work to do. Being at the top meant wolves were constantly jumping for his throat, which meant he had to make no errors. It was not a process he enjoyed, so he decided to take a break. A drink, a smoke, and then back to the grind.

Signing at such a thought, the man moved to pull the cig from his lips. He breathed out the smoke just as he snapped his blue eyes up. The sound of a voice echoed in his ears making him frown. The club had been closed since 1am that night. No one should have been there, and there were only a few that lived there with him. Hunter, Aidan, and himself. Each had a room and each of them would have been in bed by now. So, who was up and why? The man clenched his jaw as he moved to peek around the corner as he reached downwards. Fingers brushed along his jeans before moving flick against his gun. The metal cold against his skin, yet he calmed when he saw Aidan.

She sat on the stage with her knee pulled up. A sketch pad sat against her knee as she moved a pencil along it. He instantly knew the sketch pads were one of Hunter's. Had the man given her one? That did not sit well for Deirdre, but he watched... unable to take his eyes off of her. She had on a simple white night grown. It looked strange against her raven black hair. A matter of fact, she rather liked the idea of blue on her... his color. Her hair was in a mess showing that maybe she had gotten some sleep, but how much he did not know. She looked pale though, tired, and worn out. Had she been eating? He noted to ask Hunter later.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he blinked at the sound of her voice. She was singing, low, and softly. It was gentle and soothing. The voice moving and hypnotizing as the ocean's waves. It was hard to understand what she was saying though, so very slowly and quietly he moved forward. Each foot step was purposeful as to not startle her. Not a single footstep made a sound as he inched closer and closer. His work, thirst or need to stay awake were all forgotten as he came to finally hear her works. His blue eyes softening as he realized it was a song from the Kingdom of Spirit. He could not translate it though since he never bothered to learn their tongue. It was a strange song praising the Gods and asking for their forgiveness. It was a tradition one, which made the man wonder exactly who was she. She did not look religious in the least, but here she was singing it.

Throwing himself back onto the couch of the bar, Aidan snapped her head up to look at Deirdre. She blushed at the sight of him as she straightened out. "O-Oh. H-Hi!"

Deirdre threw the cig on the ground and crushed it under his boot before waving a dismissal hand at her. "Ignore me. Go back to your singing." He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the leather couch. His arm laid across his eyes while the other rested in his lap. She took that moment to look him over and noted he had a button up white dress shirt, jeans, and a black belt. On it, she noted the gun before her eyes traveled to his feet. He had no shoes on, which seemed to be something he preferred. Today, he had braided his hair and pulled it into a bun. It looked good on it, and it was only then she realized just how.. young he was. When she had first meet him, she had expected an older male. To think the devil himself was so young.

"Why are you not afraid of me?" Deirdre suddenly asked surprising even himself. Aidan straightened up at the question and blinked in confusion. She was afraid of him, but at the moment she wasn't. She looked down at the normal man, sitting there, and bare. He had lost his edge, his coldness, and instead looked worn.

"That's a stupid question. Anyone would be afraid of you." She decided to say earning a smile from him. He chuckled lightly under his breath before he tired again.

"Most people would have begged for mercy, run, or cried. But not you." He observed.

"If I did that, you would have instead killed me. Besides, I have had my experience of being walked on. I don't like it."

The man moved his arm away to glance at her. She had moved to put down her sketch pad and instead was watching him. She had seen just how tired he really was, but more so... she saw that strange sorrow in those never ending blue eyes. Those eyes she felt would swallow her up. "No one will touch you while you are under my control. You can be sure of that Aidan." Deirdre stood and turned away.

Aidan, unable to stop herself stood up and snatched onto his arm. "Deirdre!" Instantly, the man flinched, but stopped either way to her surprise. She blinked and wondered if she had truly seen him flinch. That did not seem right. "Tell me, why are you making me stay here? What have I done?"

The tired man looked over at her and moved to place a cold hand upon her cheek. She winced away, yet did not stop him as he brushed his thumb along her lip slowly. His eyes half closing as he watched her reaction. "Because I did a wrong that cannot be undone. Go sleep Aidan. It is late." With that, Deirdre left her again.

This time, she did not stop him.