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So not everything had gone to plan. When did it ever? This was why Stirling was not the ring leader, this was why he was fine with being second in charge, never mind the mental images he got about being under Lacey, he just didn’t like this kind of repercussion to the plan. Nocturnally Abbie had managed to catch him out by surprise. The little blonde woman managed to get one of the pins out of the curtain and try to stab him. Well she made contact though how she ever thought it would do any real damage was beyond him. It was a flesh wound with no more effect than a blunt sewing needle. So Abbie had managed to get the jump on him, even with her hands and feet bound the little woman managed to make her way out of the room and towards the door, that was all she needed really. This Hotel wasn’t under his control, if she made enough noise out in the hall someone would come looking. Inside the room was none of their business, he could easily shut her up inside the room and it was easy to make sure that no one got in. The hall however, that was a different story. Stirling wasn’t a god loving man, if he was his eternal soul was getting a one way ticket to hell when he died, so he would not thank god for what happened next. Rose, lovely woman that she was, picked the electric lock to Stirling’s room and was coming in just as Abbie was about to make her get away out the fire escape. When Stirling came out of the bedroom he saw the two woman in a fight and while he wouldn’t mind watching it for a while, he was a man after all and two attractive woman going at it in a fight was well past the levels of erotic, he knew that stepping in was the best answer. Well he was wrong. Somehow he managed to knock Rose out of the way, you would think that Abbie would be an easy target still restrained, she was putting up a good fight, somehow managed to snap the binds on her feet, and as Stirling bent a little to hoist the woman over his shoulder Rose went for Abbie, Abbie went for Rose and Stirling whirled around to stop the two of them. That whirling lead to Rose getting smashed by Stirling, the hit caused her to fall backwards out the window and in her scramble to right herself she fell off the fire escape to the concrete below.
There were several things crossing his mind after that. One: Crap I killed Rose. Two: s**t now I have to clean this mess up. Three: Lacey is going to turn up the b***h meter, and finally Four: I’ll play the guilt card with Abbie. Stirling went to work, which was harder to do now that there wasn’t someone to baby-sit the captive, he wasn‘t going to risk knocking the blonde out again. Not when he had to take another approach in getting her under control. Rose had to wait down on the ground until Lacey or Owen came back. Stirling hoped for Lacey as he was sure that even though he had placed Abbie in a chair in the middle of the lounge area Stirling was sure that the newest member of their gang would be an easy target for her. Plus he didn’t want to tie Abbie down if he could help it. It was another trick to his new direction. Her wrists were still locked in the plastic grip but that was as much as she was going to get, if she behaved. She would behave, who could resist him if he really wanted them to fall? First thing was first however. He had to tend to Abbie. It was all part of the new direction. It started with caring. Not that Abbie had made it easy for him. Stirling hadn’t been one for talking, he never really felt the desire to fill in awkward silences’ and to him they didn’t really happen so he said nothing when Abbie started throwing remarks his way. Sarcasm, the occasional insult and mainly just trying to be annoying. The dark haired man ignored her though, instead he continued with what he had set out to do. He found an ice tray in the minibar and grabbed the full object along with a small bottle of vodka, just for the hell of it he grabbed the brandy also. Keeping Abbie in his sights the entire time Stirling grabbed a T-shirt from his bags and dumped the ice into it. The next moments had been taken with caution. He had his first aid kit now he just had to make sure that his bedside manner was up to the task.
Not surprisingly she didn’t play nice or even really that fair. He wouldn’t really trust him if the situation was reversed so he could let that slide, he could and would let a lot of thing slide. Her wrists were still locked together and the way Stirling had placed her on the chair, well placed was too soft a word, she had the back of the chair separating her arms so that they were not viable weapons. She didn’t need her hands though. Feet worked equally as well, especially when they were directed towards shin, knee and baby maker. Babies were the last thing on his mind but he used that particular part of himself for something more mundane, Stirling didn’t fancy the gang image he would have if he was reduced to using a catheter. Walking over to Abbie had been rather difficult. She stuck out on numerous occasions and Stirling rearranged his things to all fit into one hand. The other was used to forcibly, only because the blond was making it so difficult, keep her legs down and out of harmful places. After that little song and dance an idea popped into Stirling’s head. He gripped one thigh in his hand and moved forward towards Abbie, sure she landed kicks on his lower half plenty of times but he bit back the initial pain as he continued forward until he stopped and straddled her. That dealt with the issue of flying legs. Now it left both hands free to do what he intended to do. Dropping the Liquor bottles between them on the chair Stirling softened his expression and looked the woman in the eyes. She was silent possibly planning her next move. He wouldn’t give her the chance to. Especially if that next move was spitting on him to hopefully make him angry, anger lead to mistakes being made. Stirling didn’t anger easily. Sure there were the little bouts with Lacey but that wasn’t anger that was just confrontation to get her anger going. Right now however he gripped Abbie’s jaw with his free hand and tilted her head and mouth away from him, spit really wasn’t that pleasant. She had taken more than a few hits to her person in that little fight for freedom. Ice would help with the swelling. "I don‘t suppose you want one of those brandy‘s?"
Small talk wasn’t his strength at all and Abbie either didn’t care or was ignoring him. So much the better. Pressing the make shift ice pack to her head he searched over her hair line to find where the cut had come from. Now he had a bit of a problem, cleaning the wound with vodka was the best idea since there wasn’t any other sterilizing equipment around and an infection would just end up being problematic, but would Abbie let him do it? Not that it really mattered it would just be easier if she didn’t try to struggle her way out from under him while he worked on the cut. Aggression was sometimes a very bad thing. "I‘m going to wash that cut out now." Maybe she would feel more relaxed if he told her what he was planning to do. His shirt was wet from the ice melting with in it but he leant over and placed it on the ground anyway. With vodka bottle in hand, grabbing it from it’s resting place in her lap between them, Stirling bushed some of her hair out of the way. "Tilt your head please." Nothing, no response, not even a disapproving grunt. Was his tone off? Surely not. He was being pleasant, he was being nice, he had a calm demeanour. She was just paranoid, rightly so, but still it would prove bothersome eventually. "You know you‘re not making this terribly easy." Unscrewing the bottle first Stirling then gripped her jaw again, nothing too tight, just enough to have a decent grip to move her head where he needed it. He then poured the vodka over the wound, tipping the entire contents over just in case. His hands were clean so he rubbed the blood from her skin. "There now that wasn‘t so hard." That done he swapped the empty bottle for the ice pack again and pressed it to the now clean-ish wound. "Not too cold?" He didn’t expect an answer. She had been silent ever since he decided to sit on her and tend to her needs. Uck, it was sickening to think about. This was not the man Stirling was, but come hell or high water he was gonna play this role till the end, the end being Abbie not falling for it so he could change tactics.
He heard the door click and removed his person from on top of Abbie. Brushing her thigh as he grabbed the brandy bottles Stirling hoped that the red head didn’t see him in his earlier position. Then again the ice pack in his hands had given it away if nothing else. He saw movement behind her and apparently Owen had also come back. They were all there in his room now. At least he could break the news all at once. Poor Owen didn’t know what he was about to be required to do. "Brandy Wayland?" Now why did he do that? Lacey already looked angry, she had seen him with Abbie clearly. Now the evidence of that was written all over his face, and his shirt. Great now he smelt like a drunk. Passing by the woman and a clearly uncomfortable Owen, he really didn’t know what he was getting himself into, Stirling tossed his shirt into the bathroom sink on his way towards his gear out in the main room. There was no way he would go unnoticed smelling like brandy, with some blood on his shirt and a few bruises that were going to be forming soon enough. Stripping off his shirt and muscle top Stirling dug around in his gear for something fresh, while he was doing so he decided to tell them the news. "Rose is dead. Fell out the window during a fight, Owen we have to clean up the mess." He tilted his head towards the window after pulling a fresh muscle top over his head. Standing and working his arms through the new black shirt, Rose was bloody and there was no point in getting changed if her blood was going to be able to be seen on him, Stirling turned just in time to see Lacey’s hand before it connected with his face. He allowed the woman to slap him twice before stopping her hand in mid air as she wanted to do it again. He was being verbally abused. Something Lacey was terribly good at. All the while Stirling was watching Abbie. He had to watch her, as much as he didn’t want to. Lacey was practically sex on a stick when she was angry, this was more than anger though. Rose was gone. Oh yeah it was more than anger and he would have loved nothing more than to let her grieve with him. Stirling wasn’t sentimental, he wasn’t one for too many emotions but letting Lacey grieve was something he would be willing to do, willing to just hold her if she needed it. In a way it was good that he couldn’t do that. Then the woman would know that he actually cared for her for more than occasional rough sex nights.
When she was done Stirling walked around her and went to the nearest appliance. A clock radio. Pulling the cord from the device and the plug from the wall he then walked over towards Abbie, walking behind the chair he made quick work of using the cord to strap her to the chair. Her feet were still loose but keeping her and the chair together was more vital than trapping her feet. It was harder to move with furniture attached to your person. He was going to leave Lacey in a room with Abbie. He wasn’t sure which one of them would do more damage. "Owen lets go." Pulling the boys shoulder as he moved past. Stirling took him out of the room, down the elevator and out of the hotel. "Here is a new thing for you to learn." Making their way towards the back of the hotel Stirling frowned when he saw a locked gate. Luckily there was no chain and it was easy to flip the switch and the gate swung open. "Clean Rose up as best you can, I‘ll go get us a car. If possible keep your lunch in, cover the blood splatter if you can‘t." A smirk came to his lips. Well he wanted more responsibility, he wanted to act more like a gang member. Their cleaner was now dead, they had to clean up after their own messes. This might give him insight as to why Rose was the way she was. It really was a shame to accidentally kill her. He was only human however and to it was in his nature to error. Leaving Owen with Rose Stirling went on a hunt to find the best kind of vehicle. One that would work well in the desert when they went off road. Rounding a few corners Stirling was tossing up between finding one that had all the gear they would need verses a water filled truck. It would help with the digging for sure. He really didn’t have time to be messing around though. He had walked a fair distance and while Owen was with Rose he couldn’t risk them being discovered. That would bring his numbers down to two and Lacey was not someone he wanted to break more bad news to. A pick up truck was parked just down the road that would be perfect. Strangely it was left unlocked Stirling noticed as he opened the door, Thumping the compartments and ripping wires he managed to hot wire the car to work and made his way back towards Owen and the back of the casino. Jumping out of the car. Stirling helped Owen with carrying Rose towards the back of the truck and covered her up with the tarpaulin that was in the back. "Alright she is good, get in, we need to finish this." With Owen barely having down up his belt Stirling revved the engine and headed for out of town. The desert would be the best place to get rid of her quickly, even if it was more than a little cliché.
