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Christy looked at her sister. Well, I could lie, she told herself, but what would that do?

"So what if I am? He's a person, Monty. He's,...He's,..." she struggled to find the word, "He likes me, for me. Not as Mathue's daughter, or as Rhys' little sister, or a Masseria, BUT A PERSON! He gets me. Monty, he's not a cold blooded killer. Or he would've just left me before, when I fainted." she finished, blushing remembering Monty didn't know.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you,..I'm not going to stop seeing him, come hell or high water, and just let Dad try and stop me." rebellion shining in her eyes as she said it, "If you'd just, meet him, HIM, not Dad's employee, not as a thug,..."

Christy laughed. Monty never cold talk about sex.
"Monty, calm down. You act like I'm already pregnant. Don't worry. And Dad wouldn't say anything. Theonin is too close to everything, and If I turned on him,..well, you know how fast this family would fall, if any of us turned on Dad. And who said anything about marriage? I've known him a day. I don't know if I wanna spend my life with him yet. And if Rhys even though that would happen. He'd padlock my bra hooks so fast, not that that would do any good. You taught me to pick locks. And Anyway, if we, decide to add to the family, I'll try and soundproof my room. I'm more worried about Rhys then Dad. And I'll go. I wanna make sure Rhys is bed-bound when I tell him,...cause he's gonna wanna strangle me." she said, looking a little worried. She stood up, glad Monty hadn't noticed her hair was messy and out of pigtails, and got the wrong idea.

Once inside Calistas apartment she looked at Marcus and Rhys who had followed her. "Rhys Marcus, Marcus Rhys." Rachel then plopped down on Calistas couch, wondering what will happen now. "I am gonna get in so much trouble for this... just wait untill Mathue finds out.." She was thinking to herself.

Rachel stared at Calista thinking "This is it? I am gonna waste my time talking about this?" She sighed, "What is there to say, just another day another problem. Rhys here got hurt, people dead... the usual." She said as she shrugged. "Oh and Marcus here just had to get involved." She closed her eyes and took a large breath. "What am I gonna do about this one...." Rachel asked her self out loud.

Struggling not to scream at them, Calista picked up her laptop and started to pick through the new information that was recently loaded on the net. Sighing at the amout of work she had to do, but glad that her scanning programs had already eraced most of the incrimadating evidence, she looked up as she typed.
"Rhys, calm down and wait a minute before you start to ramble again. Rachel. I know about the Rhys getting hurt and people dying. Hell, I was there. Hense the bullet wound in my shoulder. I was asking about Marcus. Why is he here?" Looking at Marcus, her expressionless mask faltered, showing the sadness underneath.
"Why are you trying to get involved? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Struggling to stay in control, she sighed. The mask slid back into place. Looking at her computer screen as the information about the murders vanished, she slowly looked up at Rhys
"Your wrong Rhys. Marcus is already in too deep. The second Mathue finds out about this, he's probablly as good as dead." Turning to look at Marcus, she sighed. Her arm hurt unbearably, and the IV was irritating. She just wanted to go to sleep, and she would as soon as she was done this.
"You should have stayed out of this. You have no clue as to whats happened over the past four years, I made sure of that. It would have been better if you never saw Rachel or her sister again."

Getting up, she slowly stumbled towards the back of her house, towards her bed. The IV stand jingled lightly as she pulled it along with her hurt arm, her good arm taken up with holding her laptop. Speaking over her shoulder, she refused to look any of them in the eye.
"I need to rest. It's bad enough that I was the cause of Rachel and Lynn's capture, I refuse to have anything to do with Marcus' death. You're all old enough to figure this out for yourselves. Good-night."

Rachel spoke sarcasticly. "Gee... I feel loved now..." She leaned back on the couch and rested her feet on the table. She could tell that Rhys wasn't armed, just by how defensive he was acting. "Marcus, I told you... it would kill you to follow me, maybe now you will know how serious I was." Her words had no emotion to them at all, sounding bored almost. Rachel was begining to not care, starting to give up.

"No joke?" Rhys can't help but laugh a little at himself, he face a little flushed with embarrassment. All that and he wasn't even interested in Rachel. Rhys stops laughing, realizing how ridiculous he had been. He can't even get himself to look at Rachel now.

"Marcus?" Rhys looks at the guy with a relived, yet worried look now on his face. "You care for Lynn that much? Hell, we can't let you die." It was odd how his feelings had changed so fast from wanting this guy gone, to wanting him to be stay alive and safe.