retribution, motherf'er.

[Eve Melona !]

(-- reserved ♥)

Eve was pissed.

The pretty Italian girl was sporting an unsightly bruise around one of her infinite green eyes, and as she walked into the club, the storm in her step couldn't disguise the way she limped, her steel-toed boots working at an uneven pace as she began to scan the thick crowd for the face she wanted.

Since graduating, Eve had accomplished very little to the untrained eye. It would appear that she was wasting her days with her friends or Kaylen, lounging around her cheap hotel in between shopping for apartments and half-heatedly searching for a job. However, if one were to look close enough, they would see what she had really been doing, what went on behind the scenes and had her sneaking out twice a week; boxing - and definitely not the legal kind. She had been doing it for years back home, as early as they would let her in the ring, and making a damn good living off it too.

It was only recently that she had been able to wiggle her way into the underground scene here - she had been surprised enough to even find that St. Louis had an illegal boxing ring running - and she had been doing well enough that they had begun to sell her as 'Eve the Invincible.'

Well last night, someone had almost forced her to eat the title, as well as nearly knock her comatose.

Joe, or as she liked to call him 'the sleazebag', had been setting her up in these matches. They had meet by recommendation one night, and since then, he had been the man to see about buisness and all things imitating it. For the most part he had done all right, and last week, after offering her a $1,500 fight, she could have kissed him if it weren't for his toothless grin and rampant acne. But Joe had neglected to mention that the girl she would be fighting was obviously a rejected government experiment, having weighed in at nearly two hundred pounds, and all of it muscle.

Eve had been nearly sure that last night was going to be the end of her career, not to mention her life. 'Maria,' as the back of her robe had been stamped, nearly pummeled the poor Italian, and it had taken a few sharp kicks to the kidney's to take the giant down. Eve had won her fight, and all the money Joe had promised, but wasn't going to save him from an ass-kicking for placing her up against an opponent well out of her weight class and not to mention, scary as all hell.

Sliding up to the bar, she continued to scan the room, looking for her target. Eventually she spotted him, tucked away in a dark corner and trying to chat up a pretty redhead who looked nothing short of disgusted. Making her way over, the brunette ducked around the crowds, making a beeline for her manager of sorts, preparing to, at the very least, break a few of his fingers.

"Joseph, darling," she called out, just a few steps away and her voice was all bite. The redhead saw her chance and disappeared.

"Eve, baby,"

"-Don't." She snapped, stepping close enough that she could see the whites of his eyes.

"I heard you won last night. Congratulations! Fifteen hundred isn't bad, aye?"

"That girl nearly fucking killed me." Her voice was sharp, nearly a hiss as she leaned forward, stepping on his foot with her brutal shoes; and even in the dim light of the clubs, she could see the way he winced.

"I knew you could take her, girl. Come on, I'd never put you in harm's way." His voice was already breaking with nerves and Eve was so busy being disgusted with him that she almost missed his thugs making their way over. The two continued to argue, Eve looking downright furious and Joe doing his best to prevent a scene.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

Neilen was pleasantly buzzed.

He had awoken in the morning with the hangover to end all hangovers, had spent most of the day avoiding any source of light and sound, and as soon as he had felt remotely better, had snuck out to a seedy bar to drown the piercing pain in his head in alcohol. There was nothing better for a hangover than more alcohol, in his eyes.

However, the normally-quiet and certainly dark and dingy bar didn't remain that way for long. Well, it was still dark and dingy, so his light-sensitive eyes were fine, but there was a hell of a commotion starting in the corner, and he didn't appreciate the noise one bit. He turned his head to the source, intent on verbally ripping the perp a new one, but what he saw intrigued him a little too much to just yell at it and hope it went away.

There was a gorgeous girl over there, talking to one of the local d**kheads who thought they ran the place. He could tell the girl was gorgeous almost solely by the way she carried herself, even through the limp, because he was just great at reading people by now. And he could tell it was 'Joe' in the corner because that was Joe's corner, plain and simple, and anyone who thought they could hang out in Joe's corner uninvited usually got to meet his cronies. Neilen had considered, a few times, taking Joe's seat, just to start sh**, but had always decided that the lowlife thugs weren't worth a single bruised knuckle.

However, he noticed that the guys seemed pretty keen on getting rid of the girl (which was a change, since Joe usually scared them off on his own), and he couldn't help but smile at the prospect of a good bar brawl. If they wanted to go ahead and give him a good reason, who was he to argue? Aside from the fact that he liked fighting in general, getting into a scrap was definitely a contender with drinking for number one on Neilen's list of ways to kick a bad hangover.

So he drained his whiskey in one go, threw down enough bills to cover the tab, and pushed easily through the crowd, approaching the increasingly tense meeting of the lowlifes and the lovely lady.

Shame on them for picking on a woman. I'll make sure Joe gets a pair of blackies if they lay a hand on her.

[Eve Melona !]

Joe's thugs were closing in and Eve could practically hear them breathing down her neck as they approached from all sides. Before her, Joe was caught between terror and rage, as if he didn't know whether he could risk behind angry with the girl before him, or if fear was the correct course of action.

"Now look, you're being awful ungrateful here kid." Joe had obviously decided on middle, neutral ground, his tone stern and eyes darkening, but there was something decidedly cowardly in the way his lip curled; he was probably counting the seconds until he cronies could finish swimming through the crowd and attempt to remove her. Neilen too, was getting closer, but Eve paid him no mind, too caught up in the matters at hand.

"Fifteen hundred is more than enough for-" There was a nauseating crack as Eve's fist met Joe's enormous noise, sending him reeling back against the wall. Blood was pouring from somewhere and as the low-life gangster straightened up, Eve took a split second to admire he handiwork before the injured took a swing of his own. She ducked, aiming another punch for Joe's stomach before backing right up into one of his enormous thugs.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

Okay, so the girl can give Joe his 'coon spots, and I'll deal with the thugs.

By this point Neilen was more than aware of the fact that Eve could handle herself. She hit like a boxer; he could see that just as easily as he could see her hair was brown. But he wasn't about to back off just because of this; not only were they in her blind spot, but there were more of them as well.

Some deep-seated sense of honour compelled him to wait until the thug she backed into tried to lay hands on her before knocking his sh** out, and so he did, blindsiding the guy as soon as his meaty hands brushed Eve's shoulders in an attempt to hold her back. Apparently his sense of honour didn't extend to not hitting a guy from behind.

The thug went down, and Neilen smiled a pleasantly surprised sort of smile. They guy had nearly a foot on him; he hadn't been expecting him to go down so easy. Apparently the guy spent too much time with the weights and not enough in the ring. Common mistake with the brainless goon types.

But as Neilen celebrated mentally, Thug #2 wasted no time in swinging a wild right hook at Neilen's face, and it didn't look like Thug #1 would be down for long. Neilen blocked the hook by pushing it to the guy's left, using the punch's momentum with him to spin the guy away from him, and then he stepped to the thug's right and brought an elbow down on his shoulder, hard.

Neilen was thus spun into a position where his back was in place of the first goon's chest; against Eve's back, and as Thug #2 groaned in pain and tried to halt his spin, he spoke over his shoulder to Eve, voice full of smug confidence and mirth.

"Evening, ma'am. Thought I'd lend you a hand, hope you don't---" he kicked the side of the standing guy's knee as he recovered from the elbow before going on "---mind. Is there a pretty name behind that pretty face and pretty jab?"

Thug #1 was struggling to clear his head and stand up when Neilen slammed his heel into the back of his neck.

Any more of these guys around?

[Eve Melona !]

As Eve had backed into Goon numero uno, she had the split-second thought that maybe she was in over her head; not that it would bring her to try and stop or back out, but denial never did anyone any good. Joe was groaning at her feet and just as the Italian made to elbow the thug behind her, Neilen made himself known and offered her a momentary reprise from the action. But of course, Eve only had a second of relief as Joe made a move somewhere near her ankles and in a momentary lapse in honor, she kicked him in the chest, hard, her deadly boots producing a foreboding noise as they made contact, bringing the gangster to his stomach once more.

She could feel Neilen's back against her now, and while normally she would be all sorts of offended that someone had stepped in on her fight, the pretty Italian found herself more than grateful this time, if not a little amused.

Two more thugs had finally made themselves known and while #3 was just as beastly as the first two, Eve was pleased to see that Goon #4 was a little more wiry, and would provide a little more fun, not to mention creativity.

"Not at all, it would be awful selfish of me to try and --" A kick to the kneecaps brought the thunderous thug to his knees and Eve wasted no time in aiming two punches for his jaw, suddenly finding herself glad that she hadn't worn her gloves today. " -- keep all the fun to myself."

Thug #4 made his move and Joe was finally standing again, wiping the blood from his vision as the goon jabbed her in the ribs with frightening precision. Eve sucked in a breath, her jaw set as she reached out and grabbed the bastard's hand and twisted it back, towards his ear to bring him to his knees - obviously, she was into the two part attacks today. Twisting the assailants arm around his neck, she kicked him off to the side, stepping back from Thug #3 as he got back on his game, looking much more determined this time.

"Eve."
She finally answered Neilen's question, finding her back against his once more as she kicked the approaching bad guy, completely blind sighted to Joe, who was standing behind the larger-than-life goon, a fire burning in his eyes.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

Neilen was pulling punches; Thug #2 was already pretty beat up and he wanted the fight to last more than a few seconds. It was actually pretty surprising, to Neilen, that the guy had even continued to fight in his state. Either Neilen had bruised his pride pretty bad, or Joe was paying them a ridiculous amount of money for what they did.

Either way, Neilen had little respect for the guy, and not nearly enough to knock him out cold to put him out of his misery. He exuded an aura of jerkiness, chauvinism, over-confidence, and plenty of other traits Neilen hated seeing in a person. The guy dressed loudly, smelled like crappy cologne, and had on a pair of the most ridiculously large and reflective sunglasses he had ever seen.

Neilen had just decided to smash them when they presented to him a redeeming quality in the way of a warning. More specifically, from his angle, he was able to see both the thug in front of Eve and Joe standing behind him. He suddenly imagined them as large black rectangles with white dots emblazoned on them and an idea hit him.

He grabbed the thug's fist as a punch came at him and, moving it out of the way, used his off hand to drill the guy right in between the eyes, snapping his glasses and knocking him to the floor. Neilen's hand didn't feel too good either, but he wasn't too worried about it. He threw his arms behind him and, upon finding Eve's, locked his arms with hers at the elbows.

"Pleasure to meet you, Eve. You wanna put those boots to use?"

He hoped she'd get the gist of it, or else this position would get awkward and cumbersome real quick. As if to help her understand, he quickly leaned slightly forward and began to support her weight on his back.

[Eve Melona !]

Thug #3 was beginning to irritate Eve. He was too big to go down easy, and yet he was moving far too slow to fight. The Italian felt like she was practically waiting around for the giant to attack, or at least keep up with her.

Eve didn't have much in the area of weight to throw around, but she was a boxer, not a wrestler, and so it hardly mattered because she was fast, smart and observant. Her Gift certainly didn't hurt either, and all these qualities came together to indeed create Eve, The Invincible. At least with other boxers, but the man before her was an absolute beast and the Italian was still reeling from the night before, and as such, this fight was taking much longer than it should have, only causing her to grind her teeth against each other in frustration.

Neilen's voice behind her brought Eve back to the ground and his arms were already twisted with hers before she had time to see past the blinding glare of fury and think, but thankfully, even at her slowest, Eve was quicker than most and as the Lycan at her back leaned forward, she caught on to the game. Leaning with him, the Italian gave herself a little boost before pulling her knees into her chest and simultaneously slamming them into the opponent that stood in front of her. Thankfully, the leverage added a great deal to the attack and the second Eve's deadly boots made contact with Thug #3's chest, he was down for the count. Her heel had landed right on his sternum and she was pretty sure it had cracked beneath the attack as her assailant stumbled backwards, collapsing onto his back with Joe pinned beneath him.

Eve untangled herself from Neilen, heady boots touching down onto the bar's concrete floor as the wannabe mobster began to swear, still stuck beneath his unconscious henchman. The Italian crossed over Thug #3, kneeling beside Joe with spite evident in her smirk.

"You know what they say kid, hell hath no fury..." It was there that she laughed, looking less violent and more amused, the anger subsiding from her brilliant green eyes as she reached forward, fishing around the inside of Joe's suit. It was tough enough with the gigantic thug sprawled on top of the man, but Eve was just glad that Joe didn't keep his keys in his pants pocket. Eventually she found what she was looking for, and extracted her hand, along with a set of keys with an obnoxious Porsche key chain. Joe picked her up from fights on occasion, and since then, Eve had taken a great liking to the man's car - it wasn't her fault that he made no attempt to hide where he put his keys when they weren't in the ignition.

"I'll fucking kill you!" He was screaming, but Eve was hardly listening. Leaning forward, she patted the man on the cheek, potentially a bit too hard.

"Try it and I'll run you down with your own car." She raised an eyebrow as she warned him, looking decidedly sweet as she pointed at the red-faced gangster with his own set of keys. Standing up, the Italian brushed herself off, looking more than satisfied with an obvious touch of glee. Her eyes landed on Neilen and she couldn't help but smile as she took in her first decent look at him.

"So, you feel up for a joyride?" Eve clicked her tongue, smiling playfully before stepping over the other three wounded goons, walking backwards now with her eyes on Neilen, heading for the door.

"I'll buy you a driiink."

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

When Eve broke contact with him, Neilen watched for a minute to make sure the two human dominoes weren't getting up, and then turned away from the scene. As far as he was concerned, the girl was safe and the fighting was over, so whatever went on really wasn't his business. He preferred to give and receive information mostly on a need to know basis. It was something he'd more than likely picked up due to merc work.

He busied himself fishing bills out of the first two thugs' pockets; he'd noticed a split seam or two in his suit and figured the thugs should pay for it to be repaired. Not to mention he just plain didn't think they deserved it. After all, they'd done a pretty crappy job bodyguarding, so why should they be paid for it?

He couldn't help but hear Eve saying the 'hell hath no fury' bit, though, and he grinned as he leaned over and picked up the sunglasses he'd smashed in two. They were still hanging on by a thread in the middle, but were very clearly broken. He checked his face over in the reflection, searching for any cuts or bruises, but the gesture was pretty meaningless since he knew full well they hadn't even managed to land a solid hit on him. He could barely even call it a fight.

When he seemed satisfied he was unscathed, he threw them on the ground and used the heel of his show to grind them to bits with extreme prejudice and copious amounts of enjoyment. It was about then that he felt Eve's eyes on him, and he turned his own and his crooked grin in her direction as she spoke.

"You kidding me? I'd steal three cars for a free drink, especially with a hangover."

He followed after her, catching up pretty quickly and throwing the door open in front of her, gesturing through it with his other hand as if he was a perfect gentleman and hadn't just broke a few limbs in a bar brawl a moment ago. In fact, 'gentlemanly ruffian' just about summed him up in two words.

[Eve Melona !]

Eve grinned at Neilen's response, stepping out the door as he opened it for her, looking caught somewhere between amused and mildly impressed. Obviously, these two were more than alike, and something told the Italian that they would simply continue to get along famously. Besides, it was always spectacular luck to have someone along to help you cause some mayhem.

They stepped outside and Eve smiled at the cool breeze against her raw skin, running a hand through her messy chestnut locks as she scanned the parking lot for their new ride. Mint green and exotic, the Porsche wasn't hard to spot, especially since it was sitting amongst a plethora of junkers and life-sized matchbox cars - Joe had always been overtly flashy, and it was beginning to cost him.

Clicking the remote on the key chain, the convertible lit up, the locks unhinging and the tail lights flashing for a brief second. She couldn't help but smile at the sight before crossing the dinky parking lot and heading for the expensive mess of parts and paint. Reaching for the handle, Eve looked up at Neilen once more, catching his eye with mock severity lingering against the endless emerald.

"Now, I don't let strangers in my car," even though it had been someone else's not five minutes ago, "so it's your turn to cough up a name cowboy." And she smiled just then, a teeth as the expression reached ear to ear, making her look mischievous and terribly pretty.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

Neilen smiled as the car they'd just jacked lit up. Honestly, he was more of a classic muscle car kind of guy, but he wasn't very close-minded about automobiles; if the vehicle was pretty and expensive, there was a good chance he'd like it. And he sure as hell liked this one. For a moment after reaching the car, he simply took in the sight, but the green colouring proved to be the sort of thing that was better in small doses.

He paused as Eve asked his name. It was the sort of pause that seemed to effect not only him, but the area around him as well; the wind seemed to have went on vacation, and no one was out on the streets but them. It was really quite dramatic.

"If I told you," he said, eyebrow surreptitiously raised, "I'd have to kill you."

He looked dreafully serious about all of this, and, in reality, he probably was. He was, after all, a wanted man in his current identity, and many others for that matter. Luckily though, it was not well-advertised that the authorities were after him, because if it was they would have to admit he'd already escaped custody hundreds of times. It was not exactly a good way to inspire public confidence. 'Taxpayer dollars at work keeping criminals in jail for 3 hours.'

However, he smiled then, a mischievous smile to match hers, and made to enter the vehicle.

"You can call me Neilen. Now, you want to unlock the door, or am I going to have to stare at the blinding paint job all day?"

He didn't mention how he could probably bust into the car in under a minute even if she didn't unlock it, a bit longer if Joe had high quality locks put in.

[Eve Melona !]

Even if Neilen's threat had been legitimate, if he had been meaning to make good on his word and annihilate the Italian over the sensitive information of his name, she didn't look the least bit phased - which was probably because she wasn't. Besides the simple fact that idle death threats were not something she was a stranger too, and it was rare that anything scared Eve these days, she already felt that she knew Neilen enough to trust him, at least for now. He had just spontaneously lent her a hand in a rather vicious bar fight after all; besides, you never kill someone who owes you a drink. She was at least safe for sure until she had paid the tab; after then, who knows? That was the fun in it.

"Pleased to meet you Neilen," Eve ducked into the car, reaching over to unlock his door and push it open, smiling wolfishly up at him as she leaned over the seats, "I don't think it's that bad. It brings out my eyes." The paint job, of course. The girl grinned, all cheek as she batted her brilliant green eyes at Neilen before drawing back to her side of car and putting the key into the ignition.

"Though, I am much more of a muscle car kind of girl, I must admit," something else the two strangers had in common, besides an amusement with violence and thievery. Backing out of the parking lot, the Italian was careful to keep an eye out for Joe and his associates because she was smart enough to know that tonight would not be the last time she would be seeing him, and all she could hope for was to be ready when he decided to make another appearance.

Pulling onto the road, she started to fumble with the radio dials, but abandoned it quickly, more interested in the rising needle on her speedometer as she began to weave through traffic, still watching her speed edge higher and higher.

"I do wish the bastard had picked something a little less conspicuous." She laughed, passing a taxi cab and a beat up pickup with a black lab in the bed as she headed for downtown.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

"Pleasure's all mine," Neilen said as he slid into the passenger seat, blinking his eyes as if he had just been staring at the sun. "And sure it brings out your eyes, but that doesn't help much if you can't see."

He would have had to admit, those eyes she mentioned were killer, like poison tipped lances right into the soul when she looked at you, but he was smart enough to ignore that which he couldn't have, and he knew he couldn't have her. She was too smart and too appealing a person for a one-night fling, for one thing, and way too attractive to be single and looking. Besides, he wasn't ready to be tied down to one girl anyway; it really didn't suit his lifestyle.

"Muscle cars? Heyyy, my kind of girl! I like just about anything with a price tag that'll make your head spin, but you can't go wrong with the classics." Once again, Eve had impressed him. He was beginning to sense the start of a beautiful friendship in this chance encounter, and was surprised to note that he actually welcomed the possibility. Normally he only begrudgingly befriended people; they were just more back to watch and more ropes tying him down, but he couldn't manage to feel even a shred of disappointment this time.

He was, however, a little disappointed when she gave up on the radio; he had to admit he was curious as to her taste in music. If that had proved to be synonymous with his, he was afraid he'd end up braiding friendship bracelets before the night was out.

"I think he could own a tank and it would've drawn less attention to us," Neilen said with a grin, lazily saluting the guy in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, who was busying himself gawking at the Porsche. "What'd he do to you anyway? I'm sure he deserved an ass-kicking either way, but you can't blame me for being curious."

[Eve Melona !]

"My brother has a gorgeous, gorgeous, 1969 Shelby Mustang." She looked over at Neilen, wearing a smile that was nothing short of sly. "I would do terrible things to get my hands on that car, you have no idea." Eve loved American Muscle cars, but the Shelby was one of her favorites. The fact that she was allowed to drive it on occasion, only fueled her love affair for the machine. If she didn't love Jake so much, she would probably have already stolen it from him.

"Yeah, but a tank doesn't go as fast." Pushing on the gas to illustrate her point as the traffic thinned out a little, Eve edged forward, darting around the lanes with no patience for slow drivers. "Though, I suppose we could have some fun blowing up stuff if that bastard drove a tank." The image made her laugh as she zoomed through an intersection, a little shocked at her luck of scoring a green light.

"He tricked me, put me up against a girl way out of my weight class." She answered him with a little hesitation, her grip on the steering wheel tightening as her brilliant green gaze flashed to the rear view mirror and she caught a glimpse of the unsightly bruise marring the curve of her eye. "I'm a boxer." She added, looking over at Neilen with a grin that was slightly forced, before turning her eyes back to the road ahead.

"That stupid bastard set me up in a fight against a freak of nature. Crazy bitch nearly killed me." Eve sighed, her jawline relaxing as she forced herself to stop grinding her teeth, to remember who had come out ahead, who had won - both that night and tonight.

"I did nab $1,500 bucks though. I suppose I should thank the asshole for that." This caused her to laugh, a harmonious sound form the bottom of her stomach as she winked at Neilen before switching lanes and passing an ugly little black Mercedes and another pickup.

[Ϛ Neilen Darkshire]

"Your brother has good taste," Neilen said, nodding appreciatively. "And deep pockets too, by the sound of it; that's not exactly a vehicle you'll find at a used car dealership." Neilen had to grin at this; he had a '69 'stang himself, along with a collection of other classic muscle cars, and he had picked it up at a used car dealership. Of course, the story was a little more complicated than that, but to say that Neilen's has a way of getting what he wants would pretty much cover it. And when he can't cover costs with the money he makes doing lucrative merc work, he has plenty of less wholesome methods.

"I have a '69 Mustang too," he said, trying, really trying, not to sound smug about it, but pride sunk into his voice naturally. "But I think my real baby is a 1970 Ford Torino Cobra. Rear-window slats, F60x15s on seven-inch Magnum 500 wheels, 429 Cobra Jet Ram-Air engine..." He sighed contentedly, clearly picturing his 'baby' in action. "Heavy car, but who's complaining about zero to sixty in six seconds? Man does that rear end dig in."

Before Eve could get a word in edgewise, though, he turned to Eve, raised a hand, and went on. "I know, we could be here all day arguing what muscle car is the best (believe me, I've done it), but I'm not trying to prove a point or anything, I'm just saying..." he shifted in his seat a little, straightening his jacket out as he faced forward again. "...I love my car. I love all my cars."

He laughed then, and said, "We should have killed the bastard. He won't let this go," as if he had only just realized what they had done (not that he seemed remorseful all of the sudden) and had remembered just how uptight people were about their cars. He was dead serious, too; leaving people alive out of mercy had come back and bit him in the ass way too many times. Enemies were much better off dead, in his mind. He wasn't quite sure how Eve felt about the subject, though.

He listened in respectful silence as Eve recounted the events leading up to the ass-kicking, nodding when she'd finished. He knew it was hard talking about getting your ass kicked, especially when you're used to winning. Hell, he never talked about the fights he'd lost, she'd one-upped him just by not clamming up as soon as the subject came up.

However, he didn't offer much by way of condolences, congratulations, or even acknowledge her laugh with anything more than a distracted smile, his eyes still forward. His mind was elsewhere; the girl was a boxer. It made sense, of course, and he wasn't so much surprised at finding that out as surprised at his luck. She seemed like the perfect person. Maybe he should just ask...

"What would you say if I told you you could have a 1969 Shelby Mustang of your own?" he asked when he'd snapped out of it, the sly grin on his face hinting that there was an awful lot behind the question. "Free of charge."

[Eve Melona !]

"I'll admit he's got good taste, but I wouldn't exactly call his pockets deep," because Eve came from a family of four children, with one ex-alcoholic attempting to support them all, and she and her brothers had been picking up their own tabs since they were old enough to work. But Eve's family, her brothers especially, were clever and quick-thinking, charming, hard workers with enough crafty undertones, which more or less made for a great pack of delinquents. Looking over at Neilen, she smirked. "But who needs money when you've got sticky fingers?"

Her oldest brother Jacob, was the best thief Eve had ever known, or atleast was, because now he had a baby, and something about Samuel had managed to shape up the oldest Melonatti. Her middle brother Dominic was a con man, through and through, relying on his charm to get whatever he set his heart on, and the youngest son, Leo, was quite the pick-pocket. Eve had always resorted to violence to solve her problems, and she'd been lucky enough to eventually discover that the hobby paid handsomely.

"If you don't stop talking about you're cars, I'm probably going to propose." The Italian winked over at her temporary partner in crime, looking bemused with a splash of jealousy. Turning her gaze back to the road ahead, Eve flew past a soccer mom and her mini-van full of screaming kids, hardly chancing the woman a second glance as she finally emerged from the thick traffic to find that the road ahead was clear and nearly empty.

"I'd assume you were bullshitting me," she answered without missing a beat, because it was better to be safe than sorry, and no one kept their promises, especially strangers - especially strangers offering up dream cars. "But on the other hand, I'm a sucker for pretty cars, so what's the catch?"


holy fuck this is a terrible post.