Born to Fight
A series of short stories and vignettes set in TheGoldenGoddessTGG's Raised to Kill universe. A lavish mansion, a brood of assassins, and, of course, their Executioner.
I. Maudlin - Rum made him reckless. Wine made him sleepy. Tequila made him flirty. Whiskey was a loose cannon, but that's why Theo drank it.
II. Business as Usual - "Look, I'm not fucking making you come in and watch," Eliott snapped—well, "snapped" was a strong word, but there was an edge to his voice now. "Go if you want. But I've got a fucking job to do. Stay outta my way, and don't make a fucking scene."
III. Theodore Matthew Casper - Theodore Matthew Casper is more than a false identity—at least, to me it is.
IV. Sewing and Reaping - Teresa covered her still-laughing mouth, the corners of her brown eyes crinkling. The light caught her hair, turning earthy chestnut into blazing copper, and Ezra was pretty sure he couldn't feel his legs.
V. Pillow Talk - Madame Bourcier always chose to fuck Eliott on an armless chair, and he'd wondered more than once if she had bought it just for the occasion. How many others had been in his position? How enthusiastic were they about it? Did they enjoy it? Or was it a chore to check off a to-do list? He had to hand it to her, though—it was a comfy ass chair.
VI. Kleptomaniac - "Where do you think he wanders off to, huh? What do you think he does all day?" Eleanor gestured to Ezra, who waved awkwardly from the floor. A part of him wanted to say, I'm right here, you know, but he knew it would only draw in more of Eleanor's knife-sharp criticism. "He's a thieving little wretch!"
VII. Judgment Calls - "We have to do something." Rhiannon's eyes bored into Vincent's, despite the pitch-dark night, practically glowing with intensity. "He coughed so hard he vomited twice today." She was prepared to do whatever was necessary, even if Vincent wasn't.
VIII. Birds of a Feather - Theo stretched his lips in what he hoped was a well-mannered grin. If they were alive, his parents would be ashamed, he thought. One night of drinking and laughing was all it took to get him into someone else's bed. Was he really this easy?
