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Quite The Unexpected (Pt. 15)

Pairings: Aiden Pearce x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Emotional Discomfort, Mild Paranoia, Mentions of Cheating, Dubious Morals, Adult Language. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

The Fox kept his secrets hidden quite well, very few people had sucess in prying things from him. But this particular secret was something he couldn't just tell you like nothing had happened without you fearing for your life.

Jordi knew now about you and your home location. It could go awfully wrong, or helpful in case something happened. But with a man like Mr. Chin knowing this information, he was twice in guard. After all these years, he still didn't trust the fixer enough to just let his own guard down. Aiden didn't forgive neither forgot.

"Aiden?" Your voice snapped him out of his thinking stupor as you touched gently his shoulder.

"You ok?" He cleared his throat and took a few seconds to take in his surroundings, he was in the kitchen, hands busy with a knife and some chopped vegetables that he was cutting apparently. You were stirring a milky-looking broth before looking at him again with a concerned expression on your sweet face.

"Want to sit down a moment?" You offered so ever kindly. He gave a brief airy chuckle.

"I'm fine. Would be better if we've got some pizza." He finished chopping while you eyed him, albeit incredulously, however, you didn't push him further.

"Pizza is not even that good anyways... And you need more than just calories. Mind to put this in the soup as I am doing laundry ?"

Soup. Right. He was doing soup. Thinking got him too absorbed to actually interact properly. He didn't know if he was too deep in thoughts or got distracted often by thoughts regarding your safety.

But here I am, helping to make soup.

He sighed at the absurd looking task and followed your instructions. Everything took a better turn ever since you both talked things out, and despite communicating being something relatively new for him, talking things properly was as beneficial and less stressing for him. It was as if he was discovering how to communicate the right way with others.

It could be a powerful tool, either to improve or manipulate. His real challenge with you was to use it without the manipulation. Sometimes Aiden felt he was un-learning all of his social engineering tricks with you. All of his emotions came so naturally on him that they overwhelmed him and of course it was discomfitting.

But again, he was learning to manage them in a different and almost healthy way, and that not only put you both in a good mood, but it also had improved your weird sort of friendship into a team work. He came to terms that it was better to follow your post-surgery cares' intructions, wich had proven to be effective, to just do things his own way.

His overall health had almost reached it's peak. If it wasn't for him forgetting certain medicines and avoiding certain foods and drinks. He had stayed in your home for almost three weeks now, he didn't have to worry about Erik since he was away.

One of the almost obvious discoveries he did with you, was the fact that your company was good. Meaning, you wouldn't nag him to do things, you'd treat him like an adult he was and of course, that he'd been indulging almost too subtly in the domestic dynamics you offered from time to time.

Like the current one. For almost three weeks you got to share under your home he kept discovering things about you and viceversa. He now knew that you worked out in the livingroom, barefoot. You often forgot your bras in the couch, and that you were a 34B.

It was so embarrassing for you to pry silently the undergarment away. He also found out that you liked to sing in the shower and laughed at your own terrible singing, that you read mostly self-help books, some new nursing methods and recipes. And also, that you liked to gift people in your building whatever you baked, specially single moms and elderly neighbors.

Sometimes you went to your neighbor's apartment to help out in whatever medical condition or need you could. Like reading results for them, taking their pressure, prescribing meds if needed, applying IV's and the like. Some people gave you food in exchange or giftcards of the most random places.

Sexshops, fishing or skying supplies, pranks emporium and the like. But mostly rather to give you from supermarkets and drugstores. You felt lucky when one of them actually gave you a giftcard for car supplies or services. Aiden had found the small collection of giftcards in a small box in the livingroom.

He also noticed that you ate little beef, unless it was circular shaped, that you were a 7 in shoe size and that you had a vast collection of scential oils. And that sundays was beauty day and somehow it applied to him as well, meaning he'd clip his nails or groom himself.

You'd gift him a high quality beard kit as part of his belated birthday. It contained beard oils, professional razors, aftershave balms and things he actually never took the right time to use. You on the other hand had found out many traits about him that made you both curious yet fascinated by him.

He was tidy, clean and organized. He didn't allow you to do his own laundry, or clean up his room. He was quite protective over his laptop and tech devices, but no matter how many times he explained to you, you couldn't get a grip on how to disarm a gun and put it back together. His hands were too quick.

Aiden wasn't a shy eater, but he had odd food hours. Pizza or chinese takeout were his always to go-choice, he either slept the whole day or slept a few hours, there was no in between. He was quick in bathing, 10 minutes at much, he was silent mostly of the time, and found it amusing enough to give you a jump or two when you less expected it.

He was a 12 in shoe size. He had this thing to remove his clothes like no big deal whenever you took a look at his wound. He healed fast and was often deep in his own thoughts, you had given him a couple of scares here and there. His penmanship was a bit sloppy, and it gave you trouble to understand it whenever he wrote you down a list of things he needed.

Aiden was a quick learner and a skillful reader. He taught you words and terms for you to understand a bit better the hacking slang. He was also giving you self- defense lessons, the basic of the most basic. His patience had run short a few times when you kept failing and laughing out of nervousness. And of course he nicknaming you Peachy because of your peach and flower-ish perfumes and the underlying obsession for the fruit.

Something he had noticed on your bedroom courtains, bathroom set and other items such as some of your clothes, bras, tooth brush, slippers and dishware.

He didn't use much colognes, but somehow he always managed to smell clean. But when he wasn't clean, he either smelled of gunpowder and a slight musky sweat. But right now, the only smell he could intake was the soup.

You both sat down at the table, across eachother once you finished all your tasks and soup was done.

"I've got news for you." You mumbled after swallowing a piece of toasted bread, "I'll remove your stitches tomorrow."

That brought a genuine smile on his face.

"Thought you never said that." "Worried?" "I was. I thought I'd be a month with them. About time." "Ah, don't be so extreme. Usually these wounds take a couple of weeks to 'glue' themselves from the inside. And I'm glad I used absorbable suture thread."

"What's the difference?" He munched on his slice of bread as his eyes connected with yours.

"Well, absorbable threads are used for superficial-like wounds and they're done with natural components that your body takes a while to decompose. Just enough time for the flesh or tissue to be repaired."

"What they're made of?" "You don't wanna know. Trust me."

He chuckled and shook his head softly. "I can stomach it." "But I don't wanna ruin my appetite. Anyways, the non-absorbable ones are done with surgical grade polymers. They're perfect for really deep wounds or serious surgeries."

He nodded at the information. The rest of the meal was quiet but comfortable. The Fox had more mobility and now he walked like nothing had happened on his body. Your physical therapy continued just to ensure his tissue and muscles working properly.

He disappeared out of your sight whenever Erik called, mostly because he hacked your calls to find out what was happening and his possible arrival date, but so far the once mysterious man hadn't given anything substantial he could use.

T-Bone had found zero things on Antoyev and Jordi had no news of Erik so far. The only thing he kept in his head was how much of a sweet talker Erik was and how much you enjoyed hearing him speak. It was something almost sickly sweet and annoying whenever he remained too long on the calls, hearing how much you adored eachother.

Adore, but never love.

You weren't ready yet for those words, and Erik was ok with it. After all, you only had been dating for nearly 8 months.

"Way too soon for that."

You had admitted to Erik once. And to Aiden after he pried the information out of you. Now, you rested your feet a couple of inches away from where the hacker sat. Both of you, in peace, holding and reading through your respective books.

"What are you reading?" You looked up from your bread cooking book and he flipped the page.

"The Man that Mistook His Wife for a Hat" "The man that did what?" He chuckled

"Odd name. I know." "What is it about?" You put your now dull bread recipe book to a side and scooted closer to him to take a glance at the book.

"Written by Oliver Sacks. A neurologist. He wrote about some of his patients that had different neurologic ailments. One of his patients had a rare form of face blindness, where he truly couldn't make a difference out of his wife, from his own hat. Hence the book's name."

"That sounds... bizarre yet fascinating. Didn't know you were into neurology or mental illnesses or these topics at all."

"Human mind is fascinating. But mostly it helps me to understand people's motivations better. Know how their minds work under different situations. Might be useful."

There was a soft gulp on your behalf at the way he spoke.

Of course he is fucking smart.

Your lower lip was biten so subtly as he kept talking about the book. You felt in a trance. His voice, deep and confident, proclaiming information, made your pupils to dilate. Only to be snapped out of your hormonal riot by his voice again.

"And what are you reading?" Your cheeks flushed softly both in embarrassment and the shameless ogling you sure were giving him and at his sudden question.

"Eh... j-just a dumb book on how to make a perfect loaf of different types of breads." You half shrugged and went back to your original position on the couch.

"You have tiny feet." He poked on your left foot and your limb flinched at his touch, you nervously giggled.

"I'm ticklish. Stop." He just smirked and you both resumed your reading.

Silence however was comfortable, he was way into his book to actually realize your non-discreet glances. And if he knew, he didn't seem to care. In fact, there were times when you felt like he was posing on purpose to feed your need of staring.

He pouts when reading.

"Aiden?" "Hm?" He didn't look at you, but his hands flipped on another page.

"Have you found anything on... you know, the bad guys?"

He looked up and contemplated his answer but he just shrugged.

"Not really. Fuckers know how to hide, but sooner or later I'll find them."

"I see." You nodded at his words. "I know it's a stupid question, but, what if they discover about me?"

"That won't happen." "I know you are more than capable of terminating them. But is always good to think about unexpected possibilities, ya know?"

He sighed and pursed his lips. "Then, we've got to train you harder. You never know." He shrugged, "Besides, getting the FBI hiding things and basically they chosing a new life for you must've been tough. So... I wanna make it a bit easier and safer for you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and you just nodded.

"I really appreciate it." He smirked in your direction.

"Anytime, Peachs."

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"Okay, this will be quick."

Your hands begun to dexterously snip and pull so ever gently at the last remains of absorbable suture thread. As you pulled, you wiped out any excess of fluids. Aiden's eyes locked on your hands as they moved.

"Any discomfort?" You spoke as you desinfected his now stitchless wound. The scar forming was a light shade of pink that faded in the very corners of each side of it.

"No really. What now?" "Nothing. Just apply this cream twice a day and it'll close from the outside completely." "Can I exercise now?" "Give it some days and yeah you can. But nothing too exerting." "Can't promise much."

You swated his head softly, and smiled almost wistfully at him.

"What?" "Nothing." You smirked and began picking up the trash.

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing, I swear! It's just... I truly can't believe I saved your life."

"Ah... Thanks for that. I never asked you though, why you'd still help me?"

"I just couldn't leave you there to die, you know? Besides, you asked me for help. So I did what my proffession demands me to do. To help people."

"So if I get shot again, may I come here?" He gave you a mirthing glance as you rolled your eyes.

"No. Don't push your luck. The bullet grazed you really mean, and we were lucky to have T-Bone to help us. Or else you'd be in a hospital bed, or worse."

"I know. Still, being here is better to be in a hospital where I'm sure that I'd draw way too much attention."

"What will you do once this is all over?" "Haven't thought about it."

"Hmm. I see. Well, you'd still have a couple of weeks more before going back to your place. Wich, needs some dusting by the way. Or, you could go tomorrow if you want." The words leaving a weird taste in your mouth.

"Really?" "Yeah, I mean. Your stitches have been removed and now it basically all depends on you." You shrugged with a half smile.

"Can't leave yet. Not until you learn how to defend yourself properly."

"Ahh, don't remind me. I wasn't made for violence or fighting." "Wich makes you a perfect target. Pretty, naive and defenseless, it's what mostly the Bratva go after."

Your stomach flipped upon him calling you pretty. You almost felt stupid by the teenage school girl attitude that had been roaming your head whenever he spoke about you, that ignored the rest of his words.

"I have forgotten to ask. Is it ok for me to ask the FBI about this? I mean, sure they protect me and such, but after knowing they just quitted searching? It's... disappointing and I know they won't ever admit it. And... it would only rise suspicions as to how I got that information so... better not to ask, right?"

"Good girl, you now understand the risks. You gotta pretend to be blissfully ignorant for as long as the Bratva remains on the loose."

"What if you wipe out my data?" "It's harder than you actually think. Might take some weeks." "Think about it, you wipe my data and I can live another life. Again." "What about Erik?"

That made your fantasy train to stop almost instantaneously.

"Well... I... I think I'd still go." You nodded softly and sighed, "I mean, nothing is a promise, I don't know if Erik will break up with me or viceversa, or work will get in the way of us, or... I don't know. I do adore him, but... being free of this constant fear that gawns at me everytime the detective assigned to my case, calls me, would be priceless."

Aiden listened intently at you. As brutal it was honesty he understood difficult choices more than anyone. Wich, made you feel relieved by the lack of judgemental words from his part.

"Anyways. Uhm... Where'd you go if things got too bad for you?" Your palm cupped you cheek after sitting next to him.

"Ireland." "Your homeland? Is it pretty?" "Kind of. If you like the bustling of the city, i'd be perfect for you. But, if you like the rural silence or landscapes, it's also good I guess." "You lived in the city side?" "A place inbetween. My..."

He cleared his throat and sat properly on the couch.

"My father used to take me hunting on the woods. We had to get sum' food for the winter."

"What did you hunt?" "Rabbits mostly." "Oh... I kinda get it now." "What?" "Your nickname. The Fox."

He chuckled lazily at that.

"That's not why they call me that." "Why is it then?" "You don't wanna know. Trust me" "I can stomach it." You giggled as you both used eachother's words.

"Doubt it. Anyways, get ready. Soon I'll be teaching you properly." "You're like that terrifying P.E. teacher everyone is scared of." "Do I scare you?" "Kinda. It's a fifty fifty. But the more we interact its turning into an eighty- twenty. Mostly good. And you?" "Hm?" "Are you scared of me?"

He couldn't hide the scoffing escaping his lips and you gasped in disbelief. Almost indignant and he just snickered.

"That's exactly why I can't leave things like this. It's hard enough to find good people as it is, so keep it on the right track, and alive."

"Are you saying I'm too nice for my own good?" "Kinda. Yeah. Also a bit of an airhead." "Hey, I just happen to have a big imagination." You shrugged and smiled. Then your phone rang.

"Gotta go. Goodnight." You patted his forearm softly and went to your room, and of course he went to his to hack in the call. He sat on the edge and plugged in his corded earbuds to listen as he applied the scarring cream.

"Hey, mon amour." "Hey. Uhm... I really don't have much time. Sorry to be all hurried up, but I'm about to log in in a meeting. All this mess is a major fuck up. Listen..."

You and Aiden could hear muffled voices in the distance, one of them came closer.

"Erik, hun, c'mon. Meeting is about to start." The voice was sweet, almost alluring, and it made your stomach do a nauseous flip. There was an eerie silence between the both.

"Sorry, love. Uh, will talk to you later, ok? I promise to-" "Don't worry on it." Your voice was wobbly as it tried to be cold. "You... alright?" You bit your lip at his question as the many thoughts plagued your mind. Instead, you just gave a silent sigh and nodded.

"Yeah, just tired." He remained silent as the muffled voices faded and the same feminine voice from before eachoed again.

"Don't forget my coffee!." An audible and almost frustrated sigh came from Erik. Your fingers held the phone tighter and you swallowed hard.

"Gotta go. I adore you." "Same. Goodnight." You hung up first without much saying. The call ended before he could finish it himself.

Tension could be sliced in the air and he kinda dreaded what would come next. He was probably wondering the same as you.

Who was that woman? Was he cheating? He didn't know. The following days he would find you working out in the livingroom, your movements seemed rather stiff and angry, just like your demeanor. He thought it was better to leave you alone, you'd speak whenever you felt ready.

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Days at the hospital came and went on, being busy as ever, the ER room always bustled with people with open wounds, bleedings, mothers came in a frenzy with their sick babies, some people passed out, others puked. But it was all part of your job.

Somehow it was good for you since it kept you busy.

Busy minds miss none.

It had turned into your personal mantra.

"Jules? Wanna go out tonight?" "Can't do, sweet cheeks. Gotta cover up Darlene tomorrow in the half shift. What about in Thursday?"

"It's my full shift day." "Fuck." Julia sighed and rubbed her head, "And I'm sure Rita must be really busy with all these shifts changes at the last minute."

You both yawned as your stomach grumbled.

"I'll drop you off home." "Oh no, don't worry. Sam will pick me up." "Ah, ok. See you on thursday?" "It's my day off? You ok, (Name)?"

You sighed and showed her a text from Erik.

"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm sorry. I won't be able to call you this upcoming days since I'm preparing evidence for a trial. I will explain you the details when I return. Love you."

"Troubles in the love boat?" "What happened last night is that I heard a woman calling him 'hun' and being quite condescending with him." You rubbed your face in defeat.

"Hey. Look, I don't wanna try and justify him, but maybe the woman is just one of those obnoxious coworkers that have no idea on boundaries."

"I don't know, Jules. My mind is pretty much suggested right now. And now this? Something's up. I have this hunch. Just... I feel like a stupid and that I am overreacting but my intuition feels unease."

"I think you should explain to him. Or at least, text Erik on how are you feeling."

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not a jealous type, but in the whole time Erik's been with me he had never mentioned a coworker like that."

"What's going on? Why you girls look so glum?" Rita had entered the locker room to get her cardigan.

"(Name) is in a dilemma. She suspects Erik is cheating on her because she heard a woman speaking all lovely-dovey to Erik. And today she got a text message from him saying calls are out of the equation since he is preparing for a trial."

Rita couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion at Julia.

"Well... I suggest you to ask Erik directly about this woman. If he refuses to speak, something's up. If not, maybe he is just busy."

"See? Gotta be firmer, (Name)." "Alriight. Okay. Anyways, is there any free day for us to go out?"

"Not in this month I am afraid. Maybe next month we can go. There is so much to do." Rita almost groaned in annoyance at the information she just spit out.

"Seems we will have to wait." Defeated, you grabbed your things, "See you ladies, soon."

"Bye bye, hun."

You almost flinched at the word but waved your goodbyes to them both and went home after stopping by an italian restaurant.

You found Aiden on the dining table, coding and focused on his screen.

"Hey." You put the keys on a small tray and hung up your purse and held up the food bags. "Hungry?"

"Yeah. Whatcha' got?" "Lasagnas. Traditional with iced tea for you and chicken and a coke for me." "Thanks." "You can eat. I'll go take a bath. A long one."

He glanced at you, as if asking with his eyes if you were okay.

"I am fine. Just need a boiling hot bath with some bath bombs. Some Advil and maybe a whole bottle of wine."

He gave a low whistle and rumaged through his food.

"Maybe, you need to talk to Erik?" "Fuck that guy. Seriously."

He was about to come up with a witty comeback, but dropped it as soon as your distressed face came into view. He just focused on his food. Prying too much would only get you even more riled up, besides, you'd talk about it on your own, without him coercing you.

"We could try sparring later. To blow off some steam." "Nah. But thanks. Will go bath and pretend I'm a chicken on a soup."

He chuckled but let you indulge yourself as he ate. He had stumbled upon a possible lead on the remaining Bratva's members, but no Antoyev yet.

T-Bone had located them in Chicago, due a business trip. Kenney was almost hopeful that when they'd return Antoyev would be back to them. The russian mob lord knew how to remain hidden. Aiden had barely pried in the russian servers he got the information from. Mostly because security reasons.

He had heard the russians knew their deal, and their skills as hackers could always match his or even Kenney.

"Better not risk it." T-Bone had told him. The only thing he could prove is that Antoyev was out of the country. And that only left two possible suspects, an organization like The Bratva would always leave someone in charge, their men, though loyal, always needed to be reminded who was in control. Based on the hyerarchy the mysterious man dropped in the intel, there was left two top dogs.

The second in command and Antoyev's Intel recolector. His phone buzzed right after he had swallowed the last bit of lasagna.

"Pearce." "Jordi." "I was following your girlfriend's boyfriend"

He gave a quick sip of his tea and awaited for Jordi with a roll of his eyes. "Found anything worthy?"

"Will send you some pictures later. Guy seems to like hanging around in a bar with a group of joes. There is a blond cougar always tailing at him."

"Cougar?" "A milf." "Jordi..." "Right, Hot Blondie is always with him, carrying a stupid briefcase. They're meeting the police quite often."

"They're meeting up for a trial." "Accounting trials include undercover police agents?" "What?" "Exactly. He also meets often with a guy and the Blondie. Don't know what's brewing there, but smells like rats."

"Anything else?" "Nope. Guy need a haircut. And he looked distraught after a last meeting." "I'll need the bar's name." "Melina's. I don't know what's worse, the music, place full of boring executives or the awful stripper name they chose for the place"

"Anyways, keep me updated. Anything is good information." "Sure do, when my next payment is due." "Greedy dipshit." "I need incentives, Pearce. So far the guy only feeds my drama quota by how often he pulls his hair whenever he is on the phone. If he keeps pulling like that he'd b-" "Thanks, Jordi." "Yeah, whatever."

Soon enough there was some pictures downloading on his laptop. Mostly of Erik being on the phone, him talking to the blonde, or the supposed undercover agents talking to him and the milf.

That's just more than a trial.

He smirked at the satisfaction of having his intuition being right again. He wasn't cheating per se, but was keeping things for himself.

I will find out what you're hiding, Dudnik.

There was a new to do on his list, however, the door closing cut his train of thoughts. Moments later you emerged from your room, a light floral smell trailing you, sweatpants, fuzzy socks and slippers and that was definitely one of his sweatshirts. But again, your eyes were red and puffy and it was barely nine pm.

"Want to... uhm... hang out?"

He blinked once and then furrowed his brows at you in confussion.

"I mean, do you want to go out for a coffee? Or a beer?" Your voice almost sounded defeated.

"You ok?" "No, Aiden. I am not. Erik..."

Here we go.

"Erik might be cheating on me and now he won't even talk to me. He sent me this text at work today. So... I asked him what was happening, why he was unable to call and who was the woman I heard. And that's his reply."

Aiden's green eyes scanned over your phone's screens and scrolled through the conversation.

-"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm sorry. I won't be able to call you this upcoming days since I'm preparing evidence for a trial. I will explain you the details when I return. Love you."

"You never use the L word. We agreed it was too soon for it. What's going on? I need you to be honest with me, Erik." -

-"Ookay, I told you. Working on evidence. Company is missing a couple of millions and that's why they need me. Im not even supposed to tell anyone about it. Happy?"

"Oh... Ok. And... I know this might not be a good time but who was that woman I heard on the phone?"

"Seriously, love?"

"Seriously. Who is she?"

"Being jealous looks cute on you ;) "

"Erik. Who. Is. She?"

"Youreally think I'm cheating?"

"You not wanting to answer a simple question is just giving me motives to believe you are.

"I see."

"Well?"

The 'seen' letters displayed on your phone and you just wiped your eyes. He wasn't sure what he could say to a moment like this. He had never cheated on his past partners, rather for them to dump him.

"It's not that hard to come up with an answer to a simple question. He is never evasive. And... now I am at lost on what to do."

"You move on. Easier said than done, I know." "Kinda hypocritical too." You mumbled and he frowned.

"Maybe you need to watch your mouth and how you say things, (Name). I wouldn't be surprised if he left because of it."

"Now you are on his side?" "I would if you also talked like that to me." "You'd get angry if I was evasive like that to you when all I do is to communicate clearly."

"Well, shit. Good thing we aren't in a mess like that."

Your eyes went even glossier and he rubbed his face in frustration realizing he had gone a bit too far with it. He exhaled deeply and held up his hands.

"You both are wrong. You for making assumptions and running your mouth like that, and him for hiding shit."

"I just wanted to know who she was." You sniffed and grabbed your food to then heat it again. Chosing to ignore the last thing he said.

"I can't go out." His words felt like another deep sting.

"I figured much. Sorry to ask. And... for keep talking shit when Im supposed to shut up. I'll go outside."

"What? You gotta be kidding me" he mumbled that bit for himself rather than outloud. "It's too late for you to go outside."

"Who said I was leaving this place?" You grabbed another canned soda from your fridge along your warm meal and left him to his devices as you closed the balcony's door to have a bit more privacy.

Outside, or course.

He mentally palm-faced himself at the obviousness. He could only watch you from the secret camera. He went to his room and fell asleep after you had gone back inside and then to your room.

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Your eyes were swollen, and the need to curl up in bed was even stronger after you checked your messages and found nothing new. Not even on Erik.

It was rare when you fought with him. And if there was a culprit, communication was to blame. It felt uncomfortable to be at odds with him.

Aiden was awake, already brewing himself a cup of coffee. He just gave you a brief glance to know how bad things affected you. Depressing was a cruel yet accurate description.

"I see you find my clothes comfortable."

There was a silence and you just sighed upon finally realizing.

"Will wash it soon." "I was joking."

Nothing.

You washed your teeth and curled up in the couch in silence, scrolling through your phone. Aiden watched carefully, as you then took a book and began reading it.

You heard his heavy footsteps approaching, your fingers grope the book tighter and his weight made the cushion to sink in.

"Here." He placed a paper bag along a coffee looking recipient. The sweets inmediately invading in your nostrils.

"What is that?" "Something you might like, I guess." His tone soft and cautious.

"I'm sorry for last night. You're right. I shouldn't open my mouth and..." your voice broke, and he tensed.

"Maybe it's the reason why people just keep me at arms distance." "People don't like hearing the truth" "Still, it's not my job to just tell them unwanted truths. But maybe people get tired of it and rather to not get involved with me."

"Alright, enough self pity. You're looking like shit, eat something. If that guy decides to cheat that's up to him. His loss."

You quietly sobbed.

"I feel ashamed cause everyone thought he was a good guy... and I just... thought I could actually tell him that I loved him. But fucker decides to fucking cheat."

He sighed and rubbed his neck.

"Again, his loss, there's alot of guys you can get, (Name). Don't cry over dicks." You just nodded half crying and laughing.

"Im sorry... just not feeling myself today. Fucking side effects of the contraceptives."

"The more reason for you to open the damn bag."

"Don't be mean." Your socked foot pushed his thigh softly and he stood up to retrieve his laptop. The rustling echoed as you pulled out a small square styrofoam container. He sat back again and observed you.

You felt a new wave of tears flooding your eyes and looked at him. For a minute he panicked and then you sobbed again.

Hormones are terrifying.

"Thank you." You spoke in between hiccups as you wiped your eyes, "I love strawberry cake."

"I know." He nodded and focused on his screen. "And you also got hot chocolate? Fuck." "Are you... ok?" "Just fucking hormonal. And I hate it."

"Maybe you should try another method?" "No." You munched on the strawberry and looked at him. Still on the verge of tears but more focused on your speaking.

"I've tried the pill, made my cramps so bad, I passed out. Tried the IUD and it was bloody painful. The Implant and made me gain a shit ton of weight. Actually? When we met? I was using it. And the trimestral shot is the one that actually helps me out. I wanted to tie my tubes but doctor said I was too young and that I'd regret it later. Can you believe that guy?"

The sweetness on both treats made you shiver in contempt, it almost made you cry.

"Better?" You nodded and licked off the spoonful of icing.

"Good, cause we'll train today." You groaned. "No. You just want a punching dummy." "True, but you're too weak to be even that." "You are a jerk. But... I like you. You're a likeable jerk." "Good to know."

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No matter how many times you went for him, he always caught you and you ended up in the floor. Your body was sore, but of course he didn't care.

"Again." "Fuck you."

He smirked and squared his shoulders. "Is that on your to do list?" Your cheeks were red, both in anger and embarrassment. "Is that all you've got?"

"I'm sore and you keep mocking me." "C'mon, (Name). You're better than this. All you have to do is locking up your hands so I can't escape the grip."

"Still. You're like a fucking tree. I barely reach your chin! Locking you isn't precisely easy." "Escaping won't be easy either Again." He removed his shirt and once more he tried to instruct you.

The locking key was quite simple, at least for him. You'd have to kick him in the back of his knees and that would make him to topple over his imbalance and that's when you are supposed to lock your arms around his neck and choke.

You almost got him a couple of times, but in the end, you always ended up in the floor, sore and angry with your arms twisted in an uncomfortable position.

In the admist of it all, you hadn't noticed how close the positions you got tangled up, were turning. He was good at manhandling and you were good in widstanding it, and every time you hit the rug, your eyes locked on eachother. There was panting, growling and even a mewling at how good your spine had cracked under his rough ministrations.

"Let's take a break?" "You said that ten minutes ago."

Pouting, you huffed away a strand of hair that had stuck in your head by the sweat.

"C'mon! You're not the one that is getting your ass kicked here." He sighed and pulled you upwards.

"Try a different approach. Try a distraction. Let's go." You heaved, exhausted.

"What about you teach me eh... how to get free?"

"No. You can barely hold a choke, and you want to start getting free?"

"Fine. Jeez, you're mean." "It's for your own good." "Sure do, Foxie."

Aiden raised an unamused eyebrow and turned on his back.

"Don't hold-"

You didn't allowed him to finish as you kicked him on the back of his knees and quickly locked your arms underneath his chin, holding with all your might. His arms flailed in an attempt to grab yours and untangle himself.

But you had forgotten a very important detail as you were getting cocky, the Fox himself was training you. He shifted the weight as he dropped on one of his knees, the sudden movement weakened your grip considerably.

Fuck! No no no!

His arm managed to break your locked arms, tumbling you a few steps back. He turned around, and within two strides he was before you. You tried to punch him but he just grabbed your arms, spun you around and took your arms, forcing them to cris-cross against your chest, as he secured you a bit too tightly against his chest.

"Let me go!" You snarled

"Gotta work harder in that grip" he almost growled. He was pissed. Pissed that you almost had him. But this one you knew how to try and escape. You had tried it with Erik. That it worked it was a whole different story.

If you could drag him to the bed yourself, of course you could make him fall. With the little strenght you had, you tensed your body and connected your head with his jaw. He grunted and it was his turn to weaken his grip on you. Your hands grabbed his arms and with all your might tried to hurl him forwards.

But you failed. He was taller, stronger and heavier than you. In the attempt to lift his weight you stumbled and you both fell. You landed on your side, groaning in pain. He hissed as he held his side as he had fell ontop of you.

"Time out!" You wheezed and panted. But he didn't stop . He was annoyed and quickly topped you over.

"Wait!" You yelped as he trapped your petit body over his towering figure. Your body underneath his and in between his thighs, your arms pinned to each side of your shoulders. Your poor tries of getting away only ended up in a tightening of his grip on your wrists.

"Ow! Ow! Okay. You win!" You half wheezed and panted with a deep glare. Your chest heaved impatiently. Fear gawned at you as he loomed over, glaring back at you. The danger itself felt so tempting, he could almost smell your fear.

His chest heaved, angrily. A thin layer of sweat coated you both, your cheeks were flushed, your warm puffs of air tickling his chest. Adrenaline ran through your veins as he kept seizing you with his eyes. They felt like glowing, like a green little fire igniting on them as they raked over you.

His adam's apple bobbed slowly, your tensing relaxed enough for him to let go one of your arms. All you could hear was your heart hammering in your ears as you snaked your free arm around his neck. His pupils widening so ever softly at the contact, as you used the posture to lift your torso up and accomodate your legs in a less uncomfortable position. His eyes ran over your mouth as he let your other arm go, as if curious on where you'd touch him next.

His arms were planted on the floor, awaiting for your cue to move. You supported half of your upper weight on your elbow and around his neck. His breath tickling your face. It only took one small parting of your lips for his to devour yours. You pulled him closer to you, to kiss back as fiercely.

His right arm securing your torso as he pulled you towards his chest. Your legs scrambled away from their confinement so he could hold you properly. He was almost kneeling as you knelt before him.

Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck and his roaming hands made you groan in the kiss. He gently bit on your lower lip and you let him in. His tongue slowly exploring your mouth as he passively fought over control.

All inhibitions were gone, all fears and hesitations pushed aside. Nothing mattered. Not the Bratva, not Erik, nothing. Your mind went blank, the only thing present was how good his calloused hands felt on you.

Said hands caressed your flushed skin, sending goosebumps down your back. Your hands raked through his scalp, earning a low rumble on his chest. One of his hands snaked above one of your breast to reach your cheek. His fingers traced the outline of your jaw. Your shirt was riled up by his other hand, enough for him to feel the warm curvature of your breast.

You gasped and his phone buzzed.

You both froze. He was the first in release a shaky breath you both didn't know you had trapped in for so long. He swallowed thickly as you kept processing your high with a needy exhaled, eyes wide and bewildered at what had just happened.

"Well, fuck."

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Quite The Unexpected (Pt.5)

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, HUMAN TR4FFICKING, MURDERING, SNuFF AND OTHER FUCKED UP THINGS.

Word count: 5855.

Chapter Title: Mere Business

40 Hours. The road was ahead and he had done the math. From Wisconsin to San Francisco, it would take him 40 hours in total with a small rest included. They could be way more less in a plane, but of course he couldn't just show up and board one so he went his old and trusting way.

And that would mean to drive for almost 2 days if he stopped to rest. It wasn't the first time he had done so, but it was always a tedious task.

This time seemed no different than any other ones, except for the little fact that a tiny portion of him wanted to stay for a while longer. But the other 80% of him, was already thinking in ways of getting his hands on the criminals and stop this unusual phenomenon of missing women.

Serial killers were sick people to him. Killing for fun was never on his mind. If he killed, he made sure to make his investigation first before proceeding and in conclusion his targets all deserved it.

You're no different from them. You both end lives.

No. He was different. He didn't do it for fun, but for justice. He didn't kill innocents just because he felt like it or felt bored, Aiden killed because the people he was after were bad, because they had caused so much harm that their mere existence was a threat to others, he had learned how the criminal underworld ruled and when someone needed to be taken out. But of course, it also depended on the subject or target.

Some needed to be taken out by others and he was just a catalyst for it to happen, mostly of the time he went after them himself. Someone had to do it and he was more than willing to get his hands dirty, besides, what did he have to lose?

And who are you to decide that?

His mind replied in what it seemed a never-ending one-sided conversation.

The road was quiet, unusually quiet. Silence never bothered him, in fact he loved it. Still, he did but again, that tiny part of him seemed off without the noise and something more. The constant chatting of a certain voice.

Maybe it all was too recent that you had left some traces of yourself imprinted on him. But with a shook of his head, he focused on what was going on around him and after a couple of hours leaving Wisconsin, he had a phone call from Jordi, giving him more intel about the victims. Of course, info wasn't for free yet Jordi gave him a "friendship discount" as he called it.

Jordi was eccentric, no arguing in that but he was good at what he did. And even after he being hired by Damien to finish him off at the lighthouse, Aiden had understood that it was mere business. Nothing personal between the both. Jordi's motivation was money, Aiden's justice. Even though the circumstances that led him to connect with a fixer like Mr. Chin were odds, he was somehow glad Jordi was still around.

Even more now that he had provided something juicy enough to put his hands and mind on. Now, Aiden would do what he did best, being the Vigilante.

After 7 hours’ worth of ride and a few stops here and there to buy food on the go, he stopped at a motel. Bed was clean and comfy enough for him to take a recharge nap or power naps as he used to call them. He set the alarm within 4 hours; it was 6 pm. So, he'd leave at 10 and would keep going until he needed to rest again. It was better for him to move through the night, that way there would be little traffic or people that would get in his way. Cops specially.

Bit by bit he started to move through states, soon he'd be in San Francisco. Maybe he'd encounter T-Bone again or at least had the little hope to see him and perhaps get him in and be a team once more. The two worked like a perfectly oiled machine, and none could stop them once they started. He had thanked T-Bone for distracting the police from manhunting him back on Chicago. But if he'd see him again, he'd definitely make sure to thank him properly.

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First thing he did upon arriving around 6 am to San Francisco was to text Jordi to meet him at 10 pm. Which would give him enough time to settle in his new 'condo' as Mr. Chin called it. He had sent the address a couple of hours ago and so far; he could do his investigation. The place was like a mini studio with the necessary requirements he had asked for. Space for his tech, a shower, a small kitchen and a comfortable bed.

Unpacking was turning into another second nature activity for him and when he less realized, clock hit the 4 pm and he stopped connecting his network and investigating to take a long and very much needed hot shower and shaving.

The beard was something he didn't mind carrying, so he just trimmed it down from the usual wild bush. If he looked at himself in the mirror would find scars littering his body, it reminded him of all the struggles he had gone through. But one stood out the most, as if proud of being put in that place.

And that was the scar that he hated the most. He got it on the car crash. It was a large scratch that was located from his shoulder to end in part of his left bicep, a lost battle scar. It was the only one that he hated looking at.

It would be plenty of time before Jordi arrived, so he plopped on his bed and fell asleep. His body made an auto shut off when he was way too tired but refused to acknowledge said need. Aiden was used to long hours of action, he had shaped his stamina, but even with it, he had a limit. And as he aged, he often felt the urge to keep resting. His body screamed and demanded for it and he had started to welcome the tiredness.

It was basic understanding, no rest, not proper function and that would mean trouble or worst. Death.

At 10, there was a loud knock on the door, his eyes snapped open and his hands reached for the gun under his pillow. The peephole on the door revealed a well-dressed, as usual Jordi. Unlocking the door, he made him get in.

"Well, Hello, Pearce."

"Jordi" he spoke as he put the gun away. Jordi on the other hand had gotten some stuff to eat. Korean BBQ.

"Ah... New look."

"Had to."

"Impersonating again? What was this time? A shepherd from a church? A pimp? Oh, I know! The right hand of a mob boss." Mr. Chin spoke as he went straight to the table to empty the food bags.

Aiden rolled his eyes at him and followed to then begin going through what he assumed to be his portion of food.

"An average guy that just moved to the country."

"Ah. That's smart. Blend in to get info from the least suspecting."

"Yes. And not exactly. Just mingled among people."

This time Jordi was the one that cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Right..." He got his food as well and sat across him eyeing him carefully.

"Drank beers, went to games and met girls?" Jordi did his best to keep his mirth at bay but Aiden's soft glare was enough to make him stop.

"Ooh... You liked it. I see." He chuckled and dug in his food. Aiden fiddled with the straw and again, the fixer couldn't help but to try his patience's limits.

"Met someone but didn't work out it seems?"

"Alright, that's enough."

"Relax, Pearce. I'm just messing with you! You must understand that these sorts of things coming from you are actually disturbing. And funny. Still can't decide on which wins."

"Remember Clara?"

"Who...? Ah yeah... the backstabbing tattooed fellow hacker. Why?"

"She had a sister."

Jordi's eyes looked at him, seizing him and smirking briefly.

"I kind of remember that too, you refused to let me deliver her the bad news." He gasped in surprise "I knew you had your moral code, but it seems it doesn't apply to... Doing the do."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Mr. Chin held up his hands while smiling cheekily.

"She dumped you perhaps? Couldn't stand the... Pearce. No pun intended."

Aiden's eyes rolled at him and adverted his gaze from him, appetite slowly leaving him.

"Again, you must learn how to take a joke. I actually don't care about it. Or if you're screwing with your ex-partner in crime's sister."

"Jordi." His tone was dangerous and warning, but Jordi laughed once more and stopped pressing.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyways, have you found out something new?"

"Not really. Must look again. Probably missed something."

"Police has been... quiet here. I don't like it." Chin munched on a piece of beef, Aiden on the other hand had barely touched his food.

"Or they're covering tracks or incriminating others."

"Or committing the crimes themselves. Corrupt cops are capable of anything. Murdering is... just the tip of the iceberg." He pointed at The Fox with his fork.

"I know. At this point I'm sure they're giving the bad news to the family. That is if the victim had anyone here. Most likely not though. Seems she has cut ties with her relatives."

"Nothing better than a target with no people to look for her." The fixer nodded thoughtfully.

"Ironically mostly of the missing women had that too. No close family around. That means, it's premeditated and nothing good comes from premeditated things."

"So... you're dealing with cults now?" Aiden shrugged softly and drank from his bottle of water.

"Who knows. You never know what to expect and people seem to never disappoint. It's quite dangerous."

"That’s why it's perfect for you. You're free, bored and justice-thirsty or whatever. Will you by chance eat that?"

"Take it."

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Jordi was right. Police movements seemed unusually quiet, Jane Ferguson's case had been closed, and Aiden doubted that her body could be retrieved intact. The least he could do was to find her corpse, and put the unwanted spotlight on the corrupt side of cops.

Aiden never trusted the police, but he also understood that he couldn't just put everyone in the same bag with the rotting ones. Good cops and bad cops, it didn't matter sometimes, as long as they remained out of his way, none would get hurt.

He researched through Jane's digital print again, probably missed something he didn't get to see the first time, and now, he did find a lead.

"Boryslav... F-uh... Faddei. Hmm" the name felt butchered and rough as he rolled it through his tongue. He had found the name among the message log data left by her phone. If one thing Aiden was (sometimes) thankful for, it was the little privacy bigger people in positions allowed citizens to have. The CtOS had reached San Francisco years ago, and despite it having little changes, he felt it was exactly the same, and this was even better since it now could get a 'read' of the emotions.

Nothing a backdoor could fix. He looked it through the servers and found one matching possibility.

"Found him." He murmured to himself and begun downloading the data he could about him and his circle. For the kind of names, he assumed they were either Russian or Ukrainian. Not that he was prejudiced about them, but he already had a bad feeling about it.

The message log was something he was not expecting, phrases like "you owe us." "When payment?" "Boss don't like lies." He knew about small circles of illegal activities like drug selling, others actualized their 'menu' with the so famous Defalt's digital trips, many went for the fighting clubs, and slowly, the iceberg of illegal level unfolded to the point of reaching for human trafficking and black market sells along hired gunwork.

Aiden had been involved in mostly of them, sharing his own years of expertise made him understand or at least partly, the motivations behind each crime except of course, human trafficking. Money always won, followed by power, but this, was a personal vengeance. The other women had organs removed, except for 3. Jane Ferguson and two others that were butchered. He would focus on them first.

And now that he had a solid lead, a new sense of thrill invaded him. The spark of excitement lit up even more as he kept looking the last log of messages. He had not only found out her possible murder suspect, but who were involved in it.

It felt a bit too easy, but he knew better, nothing was ever so simple without a catch or trap.

Dating apps seem way too common these days.

He kept scrolling and analyzing the data to then move to the next profile. Jane's last contact. Tall man, blue eyes, biracial and athletic looking.

"Robbie Michaels." Looking up through his profile in the dating app, he could see more details about him. His address for starters, but also his work position, with that Aiden could assume he was tied to these dangerous people.

"36 and accounting advisor... Let's see what you hide."

Besides a long list of questionable porn list and shops, the man seemed clean but until he proved himself innocent, for Aiden, Robbie was still a suspect.

The names kept coming in and once he had organized his data, his mind worked on a plan. He'd probably need Jordi.

Things would be easier if T-Bone or Clara were here.

No. They wouldn't, especially with the last one. What would have happened if Clara hadn't died? He was sure she'd disappear just as she said she would. Trusting her was not an option. Not after what happened. Taking his car keys and his gear, he went out the door, making the night his most trusted companion.

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"Pardon?"

"You heard me."

"Alright, just wanted to make sure you were sure of what you're asking."

"We don't have much time Jordi."

"We?"

"Am I counting on you or I call someone else?"

"Slow the vengeance chariot, Pearce. I'm in the middle of something actually.... Fuck... wait."

Aiden could hear distressed moaning and finally a gun being shot, then Jordi sighed through the line.

"So I just need to get there and kidnap that... Robbie guy?"

"Pretty much."

"I'll be there in 2 hours. This job got a little messy and- "

"Never mind. I'd manage."

Aiden frowned and his grip on the wheel-steel increased, his nostrils flared softly.

You love torturing yourself it seems. She got what she deserved. She sent those fixers for you and Lena.

Unconsciously he had sped up and skipped some red lights, earning a bunch of nervous honks from the passing drivers. It took a bright red light from a traffic assistant's sign to hit the brake pedal. His heart beat furiously. His eyes fixed on the shaking knees of the poor man that held the sign.

Focus, Pearce.

He was closer to Robbie's home and once his brief lapse of adrenaline wore off, he went to a nearby parking lot. Now that Jordi was out of the plan, he had to make sure that he was still undetected, cameras were around him, so he had to move through the shadows.

The suburban area was quiet, some houses kept their lights on, others were in complete darkness, but Robbie's house seemed to have the lower floor's light on. If he'd scream none could hear him properly as the houses were some feet apart from each other, separated by thick bushes or trees.

He silently scouted his house, no pets or someone that could end up as a collateral damage. His phone screen lit up upon him checking his most recent activity. Ordering Italian food.

That was his chance. First, he caused a blackout by the explosion of one the energy boxes that he assumed fed the whole block with electricity.

"Fuck! Not again!" He heard Robbie yell from the other side of the house.

This would give him time to sneak in, after all a blackout only lasted for some seconds before lights were back on. Aiden snuck through the back door, which reminded him of Nicky's house and remained hidden in the pantry closet and he waited. 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang and he heard Robbie thanking the delivery man. It didn't take long before he could hear his target walking on the kitchen, as just as he was pouring himself some wine, Aiden stepped out of his spot, stalking quietly at the very oblivious man.

Silently and slowly, he seized his surroundings, wooden table with four chairs, small chandelier up and some fine China holding furnace around. The cork fell down and rolled under the table, Robbie bent down to pick it up, and when he stood, he saw Aiden's reflection in one of the furniture.

"S-Shit!" Mr. Michaels broke the wine bottle and nervously held it before him as a weapon.

"The fuck you want?! I'll call the police if you don't get out! Now!"

Just as his profile described him, Robbie was tall, a bit broader than he looked on the picture, his blue eyes met Aiden's green ones.

"Don't make me hurt you, Robbie. I just want to talk." The Fox's gravel like voice rumbled through his mask and the quiet home as he stepped closer to the nervous man before him.

"W-What? The fuck we are, get out!"

"Last warning. Put the bottle down."

"Listen man... I-I told you I d-didn't see anything ok!? Leave me alone!"

The Fox's smirked upon that involuntary slip of information. But it quickly faded as Robbie threw the bottle at him, and ran towards the front door, but Aiden was quicker. He ducked as the remaining bottle crashed on the counter's door and with a couple of strides, he tackled his target down and proceeded to beat him with the baton on his legs, earning loud groans and other painful cussing from Mr. Michaels.

"You son of a bitch!" The athlete yelped and gasped raggedly while trying to stand up, but the pain had subdued him.

"I just wanted to talk. You should've believed me."

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Someone whose looking for answers. And you better give them to me."

"W-What? What are you talking about man?!"

"I doubt your company would like to see what you like to buy and see on the internet..."

"W-What? How... you-"

Aiden just gave a quick scroll on his phone and looked at him. His eyebrows furrowing both in perturbing confusion.

"Now... will you cooperate the good way or the bad way?"

"Fuck you, man!"

"Then, I'm sure these recent buys from... Xtremehol-"

"Alright! Alright! Fuck. I'll talk, okay?! I'll talk! "

His green eyes narrowed at the now begging man and his hands went straight to the collar of his shirt.

"C'mon."

Aiden half helped him and half tossed him to the chair as he stood tall before his target.

"Listen, I don't know what you're here for but I'm not the guy you want."

"And how can you be so sure about it?"

"B-Because... I just know, ok?"

"Are you hiding something from me, Robbie?"

"N-No! I swear. I'm just... not the kind of guy you think I am. Those dolls and stuff I get from that site are not for myself. I... I sell them."

"You're wasting my time." Aiden pulled out a gun and pointed at his head.

"Wait! No! Please man! I... I don't know what you want ok?! I don't! I didn't see anything! Nor have had contact with this girl! You told me so!"

By the intruder's reaction Robbie realized the mistake he had done.

"You might be the guy I am looking for after all."

"No. no. Listen... I... I don't know if you're with them, but... I told you that I don't remember that woman's name."

"Her name was Jane Ferguson."

"Jane? Wait... Was?! Holy fuck... Shit! shit... I... I... I don't want to end up like her, whatever she did to you or your people, I don't wanna die." Aiden could almost feel the desperation and angst in his voice. This cracking upon the last statement.

"It all depends on what you can tell me about her."

"What? Listen, I don't know if you know her or something, but I just met her on a dating app, ok? We matched and we were going to have a good time after and..."

"And?"

Fear seeped upon Robbie's face and he swallowed thickly.

"You're not with them, are you?"

"Took you long to realize that."

"H-How can you be sure they're not coming after me if I talk? Or how do I know you're not one of them and this is all set up to see if I talk so then you can murder me later?!"

Aiden's brow cocked at him and nearly smiled at the man’s paranoia.

"Quite the imagination you have. I'll make it easier for you, if you don't speak, I'll make your life miserable with a single tap and send the real bad guys back at you. If you speak, I'll make sure they never return so you can keep with your... hobby."

"I told you. I sell them!"

The gun was pressed at his temple and the safe was removed.

"Fuck! Ok! Fine." Robbie held his hands in defense as he sighed.

"You better talk, Robbie. I'm not in the mood to be lied tonight."

"I told you that I met Jane on a dating app. We matched and we just wanted to have fun, that's it. Then some people came to us."

"Do you remember how they looked?"

"They were... tall and burly. Some hard beards. Some of them had... eh... tattoos" Robbie gestured the tattooed areas as he spoke.

"How many of them you saw?"

"I don't know, four? Five? I don't remember. They came in some black SUV, and this girl, Jane seemed to know them. Though she looked really nervous. She said she... that they were her friends and asked me if I wanted to go with her. I... I had a bad feeling about it but I didn't press further. I declined and... I was let go; she went with them though."

"But?"

"N-Nothing, I just came home and texted her to let me know when she'd get home but she never texted back. I haven't seen or talked to her ever since."

"Again, she's dead."

"Fuck..." he swallowed thickly and paled.

"You mentioned that you didn't see anything."

"I just said that cause... I truly not remembered her face or who they were talking-"

"Who are they?"

"I don't know man. They just suddenly showed up before I took Jane home. Some days passed and next thing I know is that a bunch of thieves broke in and beat the shit outta me, robbed me, and then they started talking in a weird language..."

"Any word they repeated?"

"I don't remember truly."

The gun was pressed further and Robbie recoiled.

"I-I told you that I don't know! I was too scared for my life to try and understand shit, man!"

"You can try better." Aiden's voice was eerily calm and it made Robbie's hands to shake softy.

"I told you I barely remember shit from that night!"

"One..."

"Fuck! Stop it! I swear I don't know!"

"Two..."

Robbie's voice cracked as he looked at the masked man, as much as his brain tried to come up with something substantial, he simply couldn't. In the little fraction of time he had, he replayed the events and how the men beat him while laughing. He saw the masked man's finger slowly pulling the trigger and then it clicked on his mind.

"Svolosh! They called me svolosh! * Fuck"

Aiden's eyes narrowed and his finger on the trigger stopped.

"T-That's the only thing I remember. Please... don't kill me." His once mellow and sultry voice merely reduced to a jagged sob now.

"I wasn't going to. But thanks for the information. Now... if you decide to get all loose mouth with someone, I'll make sure to handle things with you, personally."

Robbie just nodded repeatedly.

"Good. I'll be watching you; I'll know if you lie..."

Aiden's gun was tucked back on the inside of his coat and he was about to leave, but returned back to pick up the food untouched and forgotten by Robbie on the dining table. No words between them both but he was sure Robbie exhaled in relief when he was gone out of his sight.

Now that he got something that could lead him to the real culprits, he walked hurriedly back to his car and drove away, finding a lone spot to pull over and eat.

After a couple of minutes his fingertips dialed Jordi's phone and after some failed attempts, he finally picked up. Though the noise of grunting and muffled screams seemed to echo in what it seemed to be a large room.

"You have this annoying ability to call me in the amidst of missions. Really awful timing." Jordi spoke, annoyed as he struggled with his mission.

"Couldn't wait." Aiden retorted, his mood lightening after he had eaten.

"Aww that's very sweet of you. But seriously, I'm fucking busy."

"I'll call you back in 20. I've got something."

"Yeah, yeah. Wait." Aiden could hear loud grunting and some muffled cussing when his ears perked up at the future victim's words.

"You Svoloch! Let go!" Jordi's target spoke before two gunshots echoed through. Jordi's fingers reached for the phone and a frustrated groan could be heard from the other side of the line.

"Fuck. Make it 40. This fucker just messed up my suit."

"Wait... what did that man called you?"

"Concerned he might've hurted my feelings?"

"No. What does that word mean?"

"Uh... it's bastard in Russian."

"You sure?"

"Yep. I've been called that several times so I had to make sure to know what does that even mean before I get to dispatch them up."

"Right. Thanks."

"Yeah. Whatever."

Aiden hung up and went back to his place. Resuming his investigation, now with the lead more solid than ever he could actually get an idea who was behind it all. But until not confirming little details he couldn't start his manhunt. Not yet. His phone rang and he picked up, almost two hours passed by since he got a call from Jordi.

"So, what is it?"

"Do you know a guy named Boryslav Faddei?"

"Never heard of him."

"Seems he's the debt collector."

"And he's relevant because...?"

"Jane went with him after her meeting with this guy she met on a dating app."

"So, the date was real and not a decoy?"

"Her date was a man called Robbie. Apparently, they were ambushed after the date. The man was clever enough to listen at his gut so he left. And then a couple of days later a bunch of thieves get into his house, beat him, rob him and plainly threaten him. And cussed at him in russian."

"Ah, I get it now. So, you think it's the Bratva again?"

"Before I got captured, they kinda had the same M.O. missing women with no family around and human trafficking, but I can't confirm it's them yet. Need to check out the two other butchered women before I go hunting."

"Didn't you wipe them out?"

"Not all of them."

"Ah... Pearce. You're getting sloppy."

"Had to save some fun for later."

"Anyways, just giving you a heads up, people have been talking about a guy that is after some software engineers and has tried to get into Blume's.”

T-Bone?

"I'll assume that is not you since you've been busy with your Jackos the Reapers Catching crusade, but you know how people are around here, after what happened with that group of hackers, they be paranoid.

Dedsec?

"Alright. I'll call you if I need something."

Jordi just grunted in response and soon, the both hung up.

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Time seemed to go slowly, but it was rare when he actually went around the city to stretch his muscles. The Fox spent most of his time holed up in his fortress, searching, connecting and finally, hunting. Getting his hands in this sort of crusade, as Jordi called it, made him to remember why he had invested himself with that title.

If he still had the chance to take the trash out, he'd definitely would seize every second of it. However, the rabbit's hole he just got into was a little bit deeper and disturbing that he had actually thought. What appeared to be a simple debt collecting and human trafficking, ended up being so much more and worst.

Snuff videos of the missing women, skin collectors, organ selling, cannibalism, necrophilia, and a much more extended variety of fucked up philias that surely enhanced on the nightmares he often had and made even Jordi to frown upon. And most of them tied to some ex-members of the long gone and dissolved Bratva of San Francisco.

But bit by bit, silently and awaiting, he reaped a good hunting. And as time went on, the news exploded with the faces of the criminals that did everything to hide from the world. But he had not only found them, he exposed them and if the authorities failed in giving them a proper punishment, he finished it by killing them off.

Some didn't even worth exposing or mention by the sheer morbid attention they'd get by their crimes. They were found dead and their traces deleted from anything that could be used as inspiration for anyone that dug past the surface.

It took him three whole months to wipe out the bottom of the iceberg, he was careful and often deleted his own trace as well. He no longer existed in Chicago's database or the US database. He was another John Doe. Jane’s Ferguson remains were recovered, along the bodies of some other victims. The two other butchered women were never found.

After dismantling the cops and forcing the spotlight on them, people again started to mistrust the whole police corps. A total of 15 policemen were processed and tied to the missing women cases. To his frustration some remaining members of his black list from the new gang he had been hunting had managed to escape from his sight and the women stopped being reported as missing for a while, long enough to make him think that it was over.

But it was a matter of time for him to find them all again and punish them.

He was shaving off his beard to his classic lock style beard, when his phone rang. A distorted voice speaking on the other line. Unknown and untraceable number.

"You have been pretty busy, Mr. Pearce. But rest assured, we will meet, eventually."

"Can't wait."

"Bid you a good day."

The distorted voice chuckled before hanging up. He didn't take long to get his hands on his database and try and trace the call. Whoever called knew how to cover up.

The leader of the members I'm trying to get at? T-Bone messing up with me? Dedsec?

His mind was plagued by an array of sudden questions. But for once, he decided to not dwell too much on it. As much as he tried to pick up any signal from this mysterious caller, nothing showed up and if he was honest with himself, he could use a bit of rest. The thrill he felt at the beginning was long gone.

Jordi was as busy as ever and had no other jobs he actually liked, just the usual hired gunwork. He often wondered if Jordi took a like to killing, but he remembered that is was just business with him. If the pay was good, it was the only and enough motivation for him.

His phone got him out of his stupor by its ringing.

"El... ello..." the other line seemed to struggle with the signal, and again, this was also untraceable. The call died but a couple of minutes later his phone buzzed again.

"Listen, I don't know where you got this number, but hung u-"

"Hello? Fuck! Aiden?"

T-Bone's voice rang through the other line. He couldn't decipher whether he was frustrated or overly excited, but The Fox was indeed surprised.

"T-Bone?" Aiden's gravel voice rumbled through and T-Bone cackled briefly.

"Ha! This beauty still works! Aiden?! Aiden are you there, amigo? Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, T-Bone."

"Oh, man. It's... It's been a while. Word said you had returned. I didn't believe Marcus when he told me but then I saw the news on the cops and I knew it!"

"Thought you were the one that was on Blume's tails."

"What? Ah no... It was one of my... eh... students per say."

"Where are you?"

"San Francisco. But we can't meet up yet. Been tinkering with this new beauty and I need the perfect prototype. What got you back? Ah wait... no I already know that. Found them all?"

"I did, but a couple of them managed to escape."

"Aw shit. Sorry about that. Uh, I will soon get in contact with you again, ok? We need to talk."

"Are we breaking up? Cause I never liked those words."

T-Bone laughed while Aiden just chuckled.

"Holy shit, you can joke after all. But far from that. I'll give you the details soon. Once I'm done with this shit. See ya, pal. You take care of yourself.”

"Same goes for you. Don't make me come and save your old ass. I'm getting weary too."

"Ha! Finally, some truth in your mouth. We're getting too old for this shit. But hey, it's the fun about it. Anyways, before we get to start sharing our traumas out, I'mma hang up. I'll keep you posted."

"T-Bone?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For helping me out back in Chicago."

"Don't mention it, man. You also helped me, so we're even. Alright, see ya."

"Yeah. Bye."

There was a silent moment as he looked at the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. There were some fine wrinkles around his eyes, his hair had a bit more of white strands around his head and of course, his tired eyes had gradually lost their glint.

Sighing and running a hand on his face, he removed his coat and shoes and placed them next to the right side of his bed. His Px9 gun underneath his somewhat deflated pillows, Aiden turned the lights off, letting the monitors and some other wired tech the only source of light.

Their soft whirring slowly lulling him to sleep.

Finally continuing this story, love my man way too much to just drop it off. Hope you have liked it!

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Forgot to say *Svoloch is the romanizated pronunciation of the russian word that means bastard. Robbie mispronounced it. ~ hence the difference. :]

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