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"Look, Parker, you don't have much of a choice. You are broke, hurt, have no job, don't exist anymore really, and owe to many people to pass this up!"

"Dean, I don't steal people. There is way to much s**t that goes with that. Way to much! I would have to keep of them alive until they were wanted again and pray that they pay the ransom, no. To many chances of coming out worse than I started."

"God dammit Parker--sorry father--but you need to do this."

"I'm not steeling an innocent woman," he shouted back lighting his second cigarette.

"Innocent woman? Her father is one of the head crime lords of this city! She isn't a saint."

"It isn't really worse than murdering, is it?"

"Thank God. Do your part, we'll deliver her to the men who want her father's money, and we'll get back a pretty heavy sum You might survive a week without starving for once."

The younger man looked up from his perch on the fire escape and blew out a large cloud of smoke. He flipped him off and climbed back into the house closing up the front of his pants and tightening his belt on. "You need to find somewhere for me to hide her out. Text me the address or send me a picture of it when you do," Parker growled. He ran his fingers through his curly brown hair and sighed. He picked up sweater and pulled it over his bandages on his side and rubbed his jawline feeling the puckered scar on it.

He sat down at a burned table and pulled on his boots again and his cape covering his face. Next came the nice leather gloves he managed to steal and pulled over his hood hiding his very attractive face that he would rather keep from girls seeing other than his personal hooker. He walked over to the window and flipped off Dean again smiling at him as he held his cross in his hand. He flipped him off back and Parker leap out the window onto the air taking off into a sprint over the buildings.

Parker ran over the roof tops all the way to the most dangerous house in the city: Hadward's Mansion. He lowered himself slowly to one of the windows and took in a deep breath turning invisible and dropping down to look into the window seeing the woman he was after. He ducked down to let out the air again then gasp in another lung full. He climbed through the window slowly letting it slide open and leave it open while his cape fluttered in behind him. He walked over to her door and locked it before letting out his breath and aiming two of his guns he always kept on him at her.

"Hello, Ms. Hadward, I would love to barrow you for a little bit. Keep quiet and you'll be back before you even realize you were gone, get mouthy and I'll shoot you in one of your nice thighs. Get my drift?" Parker asked remaining out of her arm reach and hiding behind his hood from her.

The Hood's eyes grew wide seeing her spin around with his own gun. He didn't wait for her to start, he fired at non fatal parts of her body. He dove off to the side and hid behind a book shelf he kicked over. He hunkered down until he heard the alarm go off. He looked over at the wall panicked and then reached his hand out to suddenly over load the electricity in the house leaving them in pitch black.

"s**t!" he screamed doubling over and clutching his hand in his chest while pressing his knees into it. A bullet had gone through his hand and thankfully missed any bones, but it was enough to still make him scream. He looked over the book shelf with his eyes narrowed and glowing bright orange. He bared his teeth even if she couldn't see it and still held a gun up looking for her in the moonlight. "I said put your ******** hands up or I will kill you. I'm not above murder, b***h!" he warned walking over to where he last saw her. He kept his mind sharp ready to throw up a shield he had been practicing, but he could only hope it would hold up and stop the bullets at close range.

The sounds of bullets caught his attention as he spun around throwing his bad hand up and creating a bend in the air. Each bullet that fired at him busted into the wall behind him. He grinned happy that the bullets didn't hit him, but mad she was taking shots at him still. He took in a large breath vanishing from the room and pushing off the floor so the sounds of his heavy footsteps were inaudible. He slowly floated around her watching her stare into the darkness where he was last heard. The Hood smiled and wrapped his arm around her neck suddenly and started squeezing tight. He flexed his arms as tightly as he could hoping to take her out before he bled too much or she managed to shoot him, again. He gritted his teeth together as he became visible with his long cloak fluttering around them like water.

The Hood fell down with Rhea against his chest. He coughed as if he was the one who had been choked out exhausted from the spells and the blood loss he was feeling greatly from his and and now his side from the physical stress she had put him through. "God, I hope you pay out," he gasped. He felt his phone vibrate. He pulled his phone out of his pocket reading the text message he had received from Dean telling him the worse thing he wanted to hear: She was going to stay with them in their apartment, in his room.

He looked from his phone down to the dangerous woman in his arms. He sighed heavily and stood up carrying her in his arms in bridal style. He could feel his blood run from his hand all over her shoulder where he held onto her. He carried the two of them back outside just in time for the rain to start.

When he made it home, they were both soaking wet. He walked into his real apartment that was quiet clean for his personality, he would have to thank Dean later for that. He did stumble through some playboys on the way into his bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed carelessly before pulling out a pair of handcuffs to attach to his bed where they had clearly been attached to before; next he attached it to her wrist. He looked at her sleeping form seeing all the blood staining her clothes and skin from the hole in his hand and now on her wrist from it cutting him last time he entertained a woman here and he was the one on bottom. He smirked at that memory, but then nearly threw up feeling nausea hit him from blood loss, again.

He stumbled out of the room to his living room still wearing his cape and boots. He found his medical supplies still on the kitchen table then pulled out a bottle of Turkey out from under the sink. He sat the half downed bottle at the table with him and removed his glove. Slowly, he poured the alcohol on both sides of the wound making him hiss in pain. He was quick to kill it by chugging a few gulps and then going on to stitching closed his hands. By the time his hand was stitched he had finished his bottle and he was so drunk, he passed out into a dreamless sleep.

Dean walked into the house shortly after Rhea woke up to drop the keys onto the nightstand at the door. He stopped to see his best friend passed out drunk on the table with blood all over the floor and table, again. He sighed and rolled his eyes walking past him figuring to catch some sleep until their money bee woke up or sleeping beauty woke again. The 'priest' walked into the living room and then looked into the open door of his passed out friend to see a struggling--well, babe. He blinked a few times then looked back at Parker passed out.

He blinked a few more times as if the mental photographs would explain things, but he was just as clueless. He walked into his room looking at her struggling against the metal headboard. "You must be the one that shot his hand open if he handcuffed you to the bed, not just locked the door," Dean noted standing out of her reach.

Dean smirked hearing her little rant and then nodded. "Okay, okay! Message is heard loud and clear. I'm sorry my friend isn't as understanding of such things. However, I am going to have a gun on you and there is no windows in the bathroom," he told her. He picked up a gun from his waist under his robes. He pulled a key out of his pocket and uncuffed her from the bed then let her go.

"Do I need to go get anything for you or have my friend gather?" he asked holing his gun out at her with his gun aimed at her making sure to watch her closely. He didn't trust her at all and the gun hole in Parker's hand was evidence of that.

Dean listened to her and then nodded being entirely agreeable with her. He wasn't the normal guy that became sharp and rugged from the streets like Parker had. He became loving and smart. "I'll retrieve it for you. There is a pad and pen in the drawer of the bathroom, write anything else down you need and I'll pick it up for you. We really don't have anything," he told her through the door.