I'm His

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I sincerely apologize for being M.I.A for so long. I've just had so much to do lately that I haven't had the time to write or publish anything. I'll try to make updates regularly, but I can't promise anything at the moment. For now however, I hope you enjoy. 

Chance Santora stole my shirt.

"Off we go." Rolling it up into a ball, he tosses it clear across the other side of the room. Out of habit I cross my arms over my chest, grumbling loudly at him.

"Hey! Treat my clothes with respect! I've gone through a lot of them since I got here!" I'm resting on his lap. Both of us make ourselves comfortable on the floor, the fireplace at a low, comfy setting.

"You spilled your drink all over it, though..." He doesn't sound very concerned about it, setting aside his mug to take my wrists in both his hands so that he has access to my neck. He kisses the hollow of my throat, pulling the skin between his teeth in a gentle nip. Drowsy and snug against him, I mewl in pleasure, nuzzling my head against his. "You know I can buy you another one." I frown at the floor.

"You don't have to do that..." It's not just a protest for the sake of it, either. 'I actually like it when he spoils me...' But I don't want to ever feel like I no longer appreciate the things he does...

"But I know how you can pay me back." I smirk and reach forward, unbuttoning his shirt. Chance's fingers slide down the center of my back, raising goosebumps and shivers with the touch. The corner of his eyes crinkle with his smile.

"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" He shrugs out of his shirt, muscles flexing with every idle movement. And then I swing the shirt around my own shoulders, doing just the top button.

"There." The shirt swallows me with how big it is on me. I take his drink, too. "I was getting cold." I stick my tongue out at him.

"Wow." Chance bites me again, a little harder this time. "You'd literally take the clothes right off my back? Heartless." I chuckle.

"You gotta do whatever it takes to survive in a world like this." He hums in response and traces his fingers down my sternum now. Chance always touches me when we're alone. Not for any ulterior motives, but just for the simple pleasure of it.

"Well, I can't complain about the visual. There's something really sexy about you wearing my clothes..." He sits up a bit, the casual touches growing firmer, more insistent. "...I want you to leave it on." Chance keeps moving until I'm pushed underneath him, legs still wrapped around his waist. "Then when I wear it tomorrow..." I stroke through his blond hair, gasping softly as he murmurs into my ear. "It will smell like you..."

A loud, buzzing crackle interrupts us. Chance is already palming his forehead before we hear the voice that comes through the intercom. "Hey, Chance! You still awake?" It's Hideyoshi. Giving me another quick kiss, he gets up and goes to the intercom.

"I am. Is it time already?" He asks, doing his best to hide his impatience.

"Yeah, man. I thought you set an alarm. Was your phone off?" Chance doesn't confirm or deny.

"Thanks for reminding me. I'll get on it." Once he hangs up, I pounce on him, hanging off his back with an excited squeal.

"I get to go along this time, right? That's what you promised! Because I was so helpful last time!" I grin ecstatically over his shoulder.

"That's right." I get off him and get dressed in a flash. Last thing I grab is my new leather jacket, hanging right next to Chance's. They contrast, pearly white to his navy blue leather. 'I bet he did it on purpose, but I don't really mind. I like it probably more than he does.'

~~

I can only imagine what a sight we make as we storm down the highway, engine growling. "Maybe it's time to get you your own motorcycle." I laugh, but end up pouting.

"Maybe...!" I don't sound very convinced. "I can ride around on the side roads and around the mansion, but I don't know if I feel ready to take on the highway alone!" I shout to him over the roar of the motorcycle.

"Mm. Of course. If you're still too chicken..." I resist the urge to slap his back and instead just scowl at the back of his head.

"I'm not chicken! I'm just building up experience points before I try to level up!" I grin at my reference to video games and laugh at how stupid it sounded even to me.

"Seriously?" Chance doesn't find it as funny as I did.

~~

We arrive at our destination before he can tease me anymore. Suddenly serious, he stops me before I can rush inside. "Hold up." I frown at him.

"It shouldn't be too dangerous. We're just here for a pickup, right?" 'Right...?'

"I know, just..." He falters, and I realize that for once he doesn't have a sharp excuse ready. "Let me go first. Okay?" I nod, and Chance takes the lead.

Four months ago I was kidnapped by the Santora gang. And now I walk into the casino just a few paces behind their leader, jittery with excitement, ready to back him up however he needs. I take in the entire room in a glance, committing it to memory out of sheer habit. When I was younger, always having all those images and facts bouncing around in my head was a distraction and often left me in a daze. Ever since I started working with Chance, I've been able to use my talent to its full potential. Picking up details I wouldn't have initially noticed before, I sort through what's important and what isn't. "There was only supposed to be one guy. There was only one guy last time." I mutter under my breath, quickening my steps as we walk further into the empty casino.

"How many are there, then?" Chance keeps his cool as always, face not betraying a thing.

"I definitely heard more than one set of footsteps when we walked in. Two...maybe three?" I tilt my head and scan around some more.

"Mm." He reaches out to squeeze my hand. "I did too."

Waiting for us by the roulette table is an unfamiliar face. Ever since this other gang split off from Giovanni to join us, they've been paying us monthly 'protection' fees. It's to dissuade any vengeance from the elder Santora, but also something close to a trial period before Chance decides they're fully trustworthy. 'But this isn't the guy who usually pays us.' I narrow my eyes at the man, a bad feeling creeping up my spine. "I don't like this." He speaks low, so that only I can hear him. 'I'm suspicious too, I'm glad it's not just me, but...'

"Let's play along. Just for now. No use jumping to conclusions without any evidence." I purse my lips.

"All right, but don't say I didn't warn you." 'What's THAT supposed to mean?'

"Chance Santora. Brought your boy along this time too, huh?" Mistrustful, we direct our attention to the man waiting for us. A glossy black suitcase resting beside him on the roulette table.

"Not in the mood for chitchat. Open the case." Chance orders, but the man just smirks.

"Don't you want to open it yourself to check for any tampering?" Chance's voice drops several degrees, chilly and frightening.

"I want you to do as your told and stop questioning me." His hand falls down, reaching for the gun he always keeps strapped to him. And that's when two men press up behind us, pistols aimed at the back of our skulls.