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"Lucas." He breathed softly as they stepped to dance together.
"Connor." The other said, wanting nothing more then to leave this horrid gathering.
"You haven't talked to me all night." Connor said, his grip tightening slightly on his dance partner.
"I was busy." That he was - guests kept gathering around him, swarming him every second they got.
Girls and guys alike flirted with him, not only because of his looks, but his wealth as well. That kind of shallowness pissed him off. The shallowness he so clearly remembered that Connor did not have. He also remembered what the latter did to him.
"You always make time for me, Lucas." It wasn't a question, but a statement. He knew the other like the back of his hand. Connor's brows knitted upwards, a soft, pleasing look on his face.
"Made." The taller said harshly, leading the two into a sharp turn. "Remember," He leaned down by the shorter's ear, talking in a low, sultry voice - one he knows that sends shivers down Connor's spine. "You killed me."
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Connor chuckled, smiling at his hostage. The man had glassy eyes and a broken, bruised face. The cloth around his mouth was bloody, the ropes around his body tangled and tightly wrapped.
"Do not tempt me, old man." He said, caressing the gun in his hand with delicacy. "I can be very impatient if I want to."
"Mm-hhm-hmmm.." The man whimpered and groaned at the uncomfortableness. How the fuck did he get into this mess again? Connor chuckled again
"You see, I don't like not getting what I want. And I want Lucas." He got up, sauntering towards the bounded man. The other struggled, trying and flailing to move away. "You took him from me." The tip of the gun touched the man's temple, sending shivers down his spine. "Who put you up to this?" Connor kneeled down beside him, staring calmly into frightful eyes. "I'm not gonna kill you, don't worry. I don't want anyone's blood on my hands. But my buddy over there wouldn't mind."
He pointed to a man standing in the corner wearing an all black suit. He looked like a marble statue, standing there, just waiting for the order to be given for him to fulfill.
"One chance." Connor said, standing up and putting the gun down on the glass table. "Tell your boss to either confess or back off. Don't fuck it up." He went to the door, the man in the suit opening it. "You can leave whenever you want to." He smirked and left, the other following behind.
The man in the ropes just looked on, the quiet in the room deafening.
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Fill in the missing paragraphs in the place of the three stars. Whatever ya want. Any genre, any style. You can change the names and/or genders but please don't change the gathering scene. Rewrite it to accommodate your style, but keep it as close to the plot as possible.
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