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Rachel looked up at Rhys with nothing but hatred for him. "I don't think so." she said as she clenched her fist tight. Rachel grabbed onto the front of his shirt again with her left hand and held her right fist up, ready to punch. "No one will touch us, I'd rather die!" Her hand was shaking, not for fear but for the rage. "Especially some snot nosed kid like you!"

Calista shook with supressed anger as she scanned down through the message. Getting rid of the message, she got up from the computer and went into the small bathroom. Splashing cold water on he face and neck in an attempt to cool herself off, she couldn't help but clench her teeth.

Now, not only did she have to do good in school, keep her parents happy, fend for herself, and do the clean-up work for the mafia, but she also had to take care of two other people on top of that. Drying off her face and neck with a towel, she wandered back out into the main area of her house and turned off her music.

Looking around the apartment, she sighed. It was her home, but it was one of her cages as well. Abit, a nice cage, but still. The front door opened up to an open porch, a mat to wipe your shoes on and a coat rack to the right side of the door. All the rooms besides the bathroom were open for that matter. The kitchen was to the left as you walked inside, a long L-shaped counter stretched along the wall with a stove, oven, sink, and dishwasher built in to it. Cupboards were suspended on the wall over the counter, a microwave built in on the far side of the sink. A fridge stood at the end of the L farthest from the door. A bar-like structure was the only wall sepreating the kicthen from the living area. With a couch, a rather large tv, and a stero system, christmas gifts from her oh so loving parents, the only other thing there was a large, black rug under everything. The bathroom was nearing the back on the left side of the apartment, comming out to hide half of the back of the apartment. This hid her bed and a small dresser, the closet had been removed so she would have more space to move around. Her desk and a portable, stand-up closet stood at the back, on the right hand side, visible to the rest of the apartment.

Small but comfortable, the apartment walls were painted in an assortment of dark blues and greens, the bathroom walls being dark red in color, with pictures hanging on most of the walls. The pictures weren't of people, but digital art, and abstracts. Calista didn't like the sentimental feelings protrayed in the showing off of family pictures. The only walls without pictures were the back wall, that contained two windows, one by her desk, and one by her bed, and the walls the enclosed her small bedroom.

She couldn't help but smile as she looked around. She loved her home, regardless of weither or not it was a cage. Snaping out of her day dream, she sighed and went to sit on the black couch. Sure she loved her house, but she wanted more. She wanted a social life of sorts, but with her new duties within the mafia, that was the one thing still out of reach.

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Rachel was getting a little cocky now. She sat on the edge of the van, her feet hanging over the edge and plain refused to move. Crossing her arms across her chest and looking away from Rhys she said stubbornly. "Change your tone and I might." Even in danger she still had her pride. "If I am going to die, I will die with pride! Not following the orders of some kid." She thought to herself. Though every bit of common sense was now going haywire for her stupidity. She ignored it, plus she wanted to see how far she could push Rhys around. She knew he had a gun though she highly doubted he would actually use it unless she tried to do actual harm to him.

Rachel looked over at Lynn, who was now sitting next to her. "hey.." she said quietly, Rachel was scared though refused to show it to anyone else but her sister. She gave a faint smile to Lynn then looked up at Rhys, her eyes filled with hatred for him. Rachel knew what she was doing was very stupid and poorly thought out, but she felt it had to be done. "After all if we are going to work for them we should assert ourselves, show that we are not push overs......right?" Seeing the look on her sisters face, she lost a lot of nerve, though she would not give in. "If he shoots than I will make sure Lynn will be out of the way." She told her self firmly. "He can't be 'that' bad that he will shoot her too for my stubborness...I hope." Her fear was now plain, not for her own safety however but her dear sister. Though she still looked up at Rhys with the same determination, only now she was pale.

Rachels heart had stopped for a moment, she thought he was gonna actually grab the gun. She moved her hand witch was about ready to shove Lynn off of the van to the ground if she saw the gun being taken out. Not being able to help it she smiled in triumph, she had won. "Pathetic, pfft!" She sat there moment longer than stood up. "Come on Lynn." She said sounding bored. "Lets go inside before he throws a temper tantrum." She couldn't help it, she had to say it. Looking at Lynn she gave her a smile, letting her in on her victory. She started to walk towards the building with out looking back, wanting to get inside and think about how to get away. "I could run now..." she thought to herself. "But that would mean leaving Lynn behind, never." She stood at the door then turned around. "Well? You commin' or what?!" She yelled. As she stood there waiting for the other two she started thinking about other ways to mess with the kid, "This may not be so bad if I can have some fun in all this chaos.." Despite the situation she couldn't help but fully enjoy her little victory. She leaned against the building casually waiting for her sister and Rhys, glad that she could find something amusing in almost any situation. "Maybe I can get that gun from him..."