Valor

Chapter 14

**This is basically chapter 13 from Lilah's viewpoint to get her feels on this....

Slipping out of the ballroom was not as difficult as I thought it was going to be. Sam seemed to be having fun and when I went to tell him I wasn't feeling well and I was going to head out, he made sure I was alright, then let me go. I don't know whether I should feel glad that he let me go that easily or upset that he did. Does that make me an attention whore?

Those Valor brothers have messed with my head. No–I don't want the Valor brothers.

When I scoped out the venue for the gala, I took note that there was about six tall buildings around that could allow me to user my sniper riffle. I went to each roof and decided on one, storing my riffle in a tote in one of the air vents on the roof. Normally when I take someone out I get up close and personal, but I'll take any chance to practice my sniper skills.

When I finally made it to the roof, I set up my gun, laying down and taking aim at the steps outside of the exit. I made sure that Mark would only be allowed to exit from here, and that his car would be at least three lengths down from where the patrons would gather. This meant that I would not only be able to get a clear shot, but also that I wouldn't risk hitting anyone else. The only thing I was nervous about was the formation of his guards and wife as they were leaving the building. From my recon, I knew they changed positions based off of the environment, but I couldn't guage what they would choose this time.

Either way, now it was a waiting game.

My dress was starting to get in the way of my position, so with a growl I ripped the button couple feet off until the dress came a few inches about my knee. I kicked off my heels, storing them in the riffle bag—lord knows how fighting in heels would go if it came to that.

I know the party doesn't officially end for another hour, so I start to let my mind wander back to my interaction with the brothers this evening.

Did they only come tonight because they knew I was going to be there or am I just flattering myself. I know the effect I have on Dame and Kai, but that's just a physical attraction. They just want to fuck me. Still, the way Maverick looked at me has something warm unfurling in my stomach. I want to chastise myself my my slip up. Dark hair and whiskey eyes? Who the hell did I think I was?

When I was first captured by Marco, I spent a lot of time imagining someone saving me. I used to think of a big strong man with dark hair coming to my rescue like a knight in shining armor.

Maybe those thoughts were just idiotic especially from a fourteen year old girl, but now looking back at my memories of that time, that knight has now transformed into the image of Maverick.

No matter how hard I try to go back to the original dream, it doesn't change. He becomes the knight.

I try to rationalize that thought. Maverick is ruthless, but he has a heart buried deep down. If there is one thing I've come to know its that he will do anything for his brothers, even if it means hurting himself. Maybe that's why I've associated him as my savior. Maybe I hope he can protect me too.

I don't like thinking too much into this. It only reminds me of how lonely I am and will forever be. Getting involved with those brothers, no matter how demanding they are, is a bad idea.

Regardless, it doesn't stop the fantasies from playing on a loop in my head.

The hour goes by quickly, especially with my mind in a clour of Valor. When I finally hear the telltale sign of chatter escaping the ballroom exit, I get in position.