Thieving Florida

Marisa's Epilogue

Summer of 2015

Marisa's PoV

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"The physical therapy has been a success," Dr. Wolff informed me with a smile.

"Oh, thank you so much," I said, buttering up my voice as much as I could. "So he's okay to walk again?"

He chuckled. "Yes, Aj will be able to walk again. As well as jog. He should actually try to jog for thirty minutes a day."

"Okay, thanks again," I said, almost barfing at the sound of my voice.

"He also has daily pain meds, so make sure he takes those. And that should be it," he said.

I bid goodbye, going to the rental car that I was using. Aj was waiting there impatiently.

"Hey babe," I said. He looked out the window. He didn't like it when I looked at his face, or him in general.

I sighed. "I have some news," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"We're moving."

This got his attention. He sat up, looking at me with wide eyes. One had red surrounding it, one of the multiple scars among his body.

"What?" He asked. I nodded.

"Seattle. I know you're going to get into this illegal shit again. I thought we might as well go someplace where it's semi-legal," I explained.

He looked like he was thinking, his dark eyes liking far away.

"Okay," he said, nodding. "I'm down for it."

I smiled, relieved that he wasn't fighting me about it. "Good. I've been looking at apartments, but I think I might want to get a house..."

"Whatever you want, Risa," he said, smiling and kissing my forehead.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he said. I smiled.

"Okay, let's get packing," he said.

"I kind of already did," I said, but felt no guilt. I wanted to get out of here.

"Okay," he said, chuckling. I started the car and drove, ready to move on.

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"This is it," I said, breathing out.

This was the place. I thought I wanted a house, but I decided that a loft would be so much better. And it was. The walls are red brick, the ground stained and cracked concrete. We were on the seventh floor, the wall that was on the building completely tinted window. The living room and kitchen were downstairs, as well as the master bedroom hidden away to the right. Upstairs, an open room, there was a futon and a red felt pool table. My pictures that I drew and painted would look perfect in here.

The realtor gave us five minutes of private time, letting us look it over.

"Is it bad I really want to fuck you against that window?" Aj asked me. I laughed.

Geez, he's still a horny teenager at heart.

"All in good time," I said, grinning evily.

"Ah, fuck yeah," he said, grinning as well. We laughed as the realtor knocked on the door.

"Come in," I called, Aj frowning.

"I thought you would let me fuck you now," he whispered in my ear. I shook my head.

"So do you like it? Tell me what you're feeling," he said. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and bleached white smile were just so... out there. Didn't belong in Seattle.

"Yes, we do," Aj spoke for me, sliding his arm around his waist. "We'd like to by it immediately."

"Oh, good!" The realtor smiled. "Then let's get the papers signed so you can move in!"

After we did that, going through all the paper signing and such, we finally moved in. Things were still in boxes for the most part, but what mattered was that we were finally done and alone.

Currently, we were both laying on our mattress that was in the middle of the living room with the lights off.

"That window is just begging for you to be fucked against it," Aj said, his hands playing with hair. I smirked.

"Oh yeah?" I said, turning on my side to face him. He nodded.

"Definitely. I can practically hear it calling your name."

"I'm sure," I said, turning over and facing away from him.

"Don't play like that," he said. I stayed the way I was.

"Fine," he said. He started playing chaste kisses on my neck, gently biting and sucking. I felt his hand grab my butt.

I let out a moan, cursing at myself. Just as I was about to turn over and kiss him, he stopped abruptly.

Turning over, he pulled the sheet over himself. "Night."

I groaned. "Fucking tease," I cursed.

I mumbled a goodnight, pulling the sheet over me as well.

You would think that I would be thinking about Aj, getting me all hot and bothered for the rest of the night, but no. Something else was in my  mind.

*Flashback to that night*

"You're pitiful," I spat. "You guys killed Logan. You deserve to bleed out."

Somehow, the sick bastard was able to chuckle. "Oh, Marisa. Stupid, darling Marisa."

My eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Oh nothing... just that we weren't the ones who killed Logan."

I froze. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we weren't the only gang you guys were enemies with. Am I right?" He asked, coughing up blood. I nodded slowly.

"The Sanders," I said. He nodded.

"Yes. They were the ones who shot Logan. Caleb wanted to take the credit because he's a bastard like that. But that's not how I am," he said. I snorted.

"Get on with it," I snarled. He laughed.

"So hunt those fuckers down. I know their next move," he said.

"What's the catch?" I asked, suspicious of him. Who wouldn't be?

"Give me a quick death after I tell you where they're headed. I want to be with her," he said, getting weaker by the second.

I nodded quickly. "Anything."

"Seattle," he said. That was all. I grabbed Alec's gun, firing two shots into Charlie's head.

*Flashback over*

I will avenge your death, Logan.

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There will be another book for Marisa and Aj in Seattle. It will be called...

Secret City.

Sounds weird? Yeah, don't judge the name. But that's gonna be up soon!

I still have one more trick up my sleeve, guys. Stay tuned.