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<i>My nerves soon resided and gradually we began to open up to each other, talking endlessly about everything, who we were, our interests, etc. She surprised me when she admitted that she was an orphan and never met her parents or any of her family for that matter and had to grow up on the streets all alone. The look in her eyes, when she told me; it made me want to reach out and hold her while telling her that she would never be alone ever again. I wanted to protect her, to promise her that I would never leave. However, Eliana quickly changed the subject after a moment of awkward silence.</i><br />
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"I meant to tell you earlier that I liked the new look, but if you haven't noticed I'm a bit nervous." She bit her lip and smiled nervously. "You? Nervous? I would have never guessed, you seem so calm and collected."<br />
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"You forgot something." Standing on her tiptoes, Eliana kissed me on the cheek as I held her waist to help keep her balanced. It was then that I felt the sparks, I feel today, when she settled back onto her feet and looked up, those hazel eyes searching for something, anything. Bending down, I hugged her one last time, not wanting to go but I had to leave, "When can I see you again." </div>
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<i>It was our second date that changed us, from the moment I met her at the beach and had to chase after her to our playful banter while we picnicked. For the first time in a long time, I was actually happy. She made me happy. I don't why or how I fell for her so hard, maybe it was just those teenage hormones and that I wouldn't see her again. I would be off to college and she would be stuck here; I would have given anything to leave behind who I was to start all over with her even if that meant living a simple life without riches or a family that doesn't love one another. </i><br />
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<i>"Well, are you coming or not." As she stood there against the setting sun and the reflecting water, for the first time that day I was actually speechless. I could never forget that smirk she gave me as she noticed my hard-on and entered the water. I quickly followed suit while berating myself for looking like an idiot. </i><i style="text-align: center;"></i><br />
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<i><br />"When I was younger, I used to come out here everyday and watch the sun go down. Wishing that I wouldn't be alone anymore, to be a part of something." Turning back around to face me, I reached out to hold her as she swam into my arms. "I feel alive when I'm with you, like.... we were meant to be." To hear her say that made me forget I was leaving, I didn't belong anywhere if I wasn't with her. Without saying a word, I kissed her. </i><br />
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<i>"You better not drop me." She warned as she gave me another long kiss. "Mm, I just might if you keep on with that." Kissing me once more, I laid her down on the warm sand, not breaking from our embrace. I could feel myself getting harder as she grinded her hips against me, I had to stop this before it went too far. Maybe this isn't what she really wanted. </i><i style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRceNszBZ0YynYfKf_jwpzV30ZakwztzIP3hTcOOdLekNB57oCKPPSsVntkxSWo1dKuEUAiC97cCA5lJuzEzNwKQsNCtHdF4v1d-CiYlBJ9ADiEviMmgOQ-0jWXE4MMc8Pe0BFhGz87RB/s1600/Screenshot-1939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRceNszBZ0YynYfKf_jwpzV30ZakwztzIP3hTcOOdLekNB57oCKPPSsVntkxSWo1dKuEUAiC97cCA5lJuzEzNwKQsNCtHdF4v1d-CiYlBJ9ADiEviMmgOQ-0jWXE4MMc8Pe0BFhGz87RB/s640/Screenshot-1939.jpg" width="640" /></a></i><br />
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<i>"Ellie before I lose control, is this really what you want?" She nodded her head with lust filled eyes and kissed me once more before I found myself tasting her sweet nectar emanating from between her thighs, her moaning only caused me to keep going until I felt her body begin to tense up, "Oh... fuck Marcus." Gasping, a wave of euphoria hit her as my mouth continued to claim her sweet spot. </i><i>Arching her back, her moaning only continued to get louder as another orgasm overtook her. God, she tasted so good. </i></div>
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Her silence soon turned into moaning as she pressed her heels into the small of my back, allowing me to enter her deeper. Our eyes never leaving each other, I felt her body prepare itself for the incoming wave of ecstasy that would soon take over. Slowing down, I thrust deeper as she began to tighten against my shaft. I soon find my own body begin to tense as I reach climax, "Oh god Elle...I'm gonna...I'm gonna-" Slamming deep inside of her, bringing us both to the edge as we slowly find release. Holding her up, we shared a slow yet passionate kiss as the euphoric sensations began to fade away, leaving us speechless while we embraced each other. </div>
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Faint footsteps sounded up the driveway followed by heavy breathing, Eliana was back from her run. "Hey Stranger." Marcus noticed how she was alway full of energy and smiled, remembering their morning runs together. Returning a hello, he tried to think of how he was to tell her of Lucan's disappearance and Viv's decision to have them move. It wasn't going to easy.<br />
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<i>"</i>You and Lucan. I swear, brooding is all you two ever do. You're more alike than you think." Snapping himself back to reality, Marcus could only usher a faint smile. Whatever happened between them was in the past, he knew she was happy with his brother and Lucan treated her right. That's all that mattered but deep down he couldn't help but wonder what things would have been like if he didn't leave her that morning in Monte Vista.<br />
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"Back, sorry that took awhile. So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?" Fear crept up her back and left her worried, Marcus hadn't visited in years unless it was for official business regarding the family. Silently praying that what he was to tell her wasn't bad news, Eliana knew by the look in his eyes that she was wrong. A moment of silence passed as they both stood at the opposite sides of the room, her eyes never leaving Marcus. </div>
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"It's Lucan...he's gone." Eliana felt her heart drop as those words met his lips, his eyes refusing to meet hers. It couldn't be true, maybe he was wrong. "What do you mean gone?" Her voice shaking as the room was deathly silent again, "Marcus...look at me." Trying to deny that something bad had happened to her husband, she challenged Marcus to tell her. She had to know.<br />
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Slamming his fists on the dining table before rising to look Eliana dead in the eyes, "Gone, as in they found his car outside of Bridgeport with a pool of blood and no body. Is that what you want to hear? Is it Elle?" His voice was cold as ice but his eyes were ablaze with fire. Shuddering, Eliana only felt anger begin to rise inside. "How long did you know?" She echoed her thoughts aloud, only to get silence in return as he began to walk around the table towards her.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>"How long Marcus?" Repeating her question, Marcus stopped in his tracks, his eyes never breaking away from hers. "Long enough." was all he said as he brushed passed her, "When I come back, we're leaving." And with that he was gone, leaving her with multiple questions and only a few answers. Soon she found herself in hers and Lucan's bedroom, wearing only his shirt. His smell still clinging to it, broke her to pieces. Moments later, she heard voices in Helena's room, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.<br />
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<i>"</i>Do this Michael, do that! What if I don't want to, but I have to. No you're wrong!" As Eliana went to go check out the noises, she saw two men in her daughter's room. One whose face looked familiar, as though she had met this man once before. "Ah...you're here. I thought Auntie Margaret taught you better than to stare." <i>No, No, No it couldn't be, how did he find me? </i>"Skipper?" </div>
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"</span>Skip if that <i>is</i> you, you need to leave. <b>Both</b> of you." Eliana's heart pounded fiercely as she stood her ground. If they were from her past, then they had to leave. No one could know who she was until this was over. Until her job was over. If any of the Lockewood's knew or anybody for that matter, she would be dead.<br />
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"Don't.Call.Me Skip! My name is Michael now and Lincoln Cruz sends his regards. Now, speaking of my dear cousin, he's been wondering if his little Katerina has been doing what she was sent here for?" Hearing those names brought back too many memories but Eliana knew that if she didn't do as she was told, she would lose Helena. If they were behind Lucan's disappearance, then that would only serve as her first and final warning.<br />
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"Yes, but I need more time. The Lockewood's council had called Lucan to Bridgeport for something important. There's been murders within the ranks and the councils getting scared. I think they're moving me and Helena to Bridgeport tonight, I can get more information while we're there." Listening to what she had gathered, Michael nodded his head to his partner and before she knew it Eliana was being dragged into the living room as her cousin took Helena out of her crib. "Don't disappoint me rat." <br />
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Slamming her up against the wall, the man preceded to place his hand around her neck and tighten."Hmph, look at you. Nothing more than a Lockewood whore. To think I had a crush on you Freshmen year, you always thought you were better than us 'cause your daddy was some big shot Well guess what? Daddy's dead." His hand closed tighter around her neck as she struggled to break free. Hot,wet tears streaming down her face as he began to lower her to the ground.<br />
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As soon as Marcus got close to her, she looked up at him with those big, hazel eyes that seemed so dazed and scared. "Lucan?" Her voice was fragile and sounded like it could break at many minute. His heart was slowly breaking as he saw the woman he loved so hurt. "No, it's me. Marcus." I held her as she began to cry, "I'm so sorry Ellie, I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have." Her crying began to cease as slowly fell asleep in his arms but not before whispering one last thing, "Don't leave."</div>
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"I won't, I'm right here. I'm not gonna leave you again." His voice broke as he remembered how he had left after making love to her, leaving her to wonder if Marcus used her. If only she knew what really happened. Picking her up, Marcus headed towards the door only to be stopped by an angered Stacy.</div>
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"Those fuckers took her, they took Lena." Her voice an echo of furious she was, everyone knew Stacy was close to that little girl. No one could tear them a part. Feeling her pain, Marcus looked at Eliana and back at Stacy. An emotion that he had never felt before until now, burst within him.</div>
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Love Interest: Clarissa Hartvale</div>
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A descendant of one of the first crime families, Lincoln earned his place as the underboss of the Cruz's and proved to be just as as bloodthirsty and ruthless as his brother. However, a hit on his brother not long after the disappearance of Eliana, Gregorio's daughter, left Lincoln as the new head of the family although blind in one eye and mentally unstable. His only mission now is revenge.</div>
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As Marcus approached his missing brothers' house to check on the girls, sitting on the bench in front of the house was none other than, Erin Vincent. It's not that Marcus didn't like the girl, he just found it awkward talking to her after the whole twin ordeal that went down at his old penthouse in Bridgeport. "Why, look at what the cat dragged in, Marcus Alejandro Lockewood. How you been sugga?" It was that southern drawl of hers (and loneliness) that got him hooked the first time and into trouble but Marcus was determined to get straight to the point, "Where's Eliana and Helen? Are they inside?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkUnBx3VESsPPUtafq9x7EQCiPdoOCOBsaR1Di_qdGbJlDVuuUUNSppNBDmpQvlo7WP5AF9qduIT0w-3fFh2C8MsP3BFYsUVnTDFYJPNzmwqhhyphenhyphenMKaTg4sjRj4FsmZaLdUXENtyXEE9gF/s1024/Screenshot-1671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkUnBx3VESsPPUtafq9x7EQCiPdoOCOBsaR1Di_qdGbJlDVuuUUNSppNBDmpQvlo7WP5AF9qduIT0w-3fFh2C8MsP3BFYsUVnTDFYJPNzmwqhhyphenhyphenMKaTg4sjRj4FsmZaLdUXENtyXEE9gF/s640/Screenshot-1671.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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"Hm, I see you still haven't changed a bit. Helen's taking a nap and Elle went out for a run; she asked me to watch the girl during my ''visit''." Erin sighed impatiently, Marcus could tell she just wanted this final job to be over so she could get the hell out of this boring town.</div>
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"I'll take it from here, knowing Ellie she'd probably lose track of time and be a little late. I'll call you when it's time." Erin winked at Marcus as she got up off the bench and sauntered off to her car. </div>
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"It's a date!" Rolling his eyes, Marcus went inside to go check on the still sleeping Helen and came back out on the porch once he was assured the little girl was alright. Playing back the words Vivian said to him earlier. <i>What did she mean?</i> <i>Helen never lost a father? Was she implying </i><i>Lucan might not be dead? Or was Helen - </i>"No, that's not possible. Ellie would've told me." He whispered as he felt himself sliding down the wall. Before he knew it, he was replaying that summer in Monte Vista five years ago. </div>
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<i>It was our first time in Monte Vista, Viv and I, but not Lucan's; he dragged us down there, saying that there was something he had to do and he wanted us close. What his reasons were for being in Vista and bringing us with him was unknown, we never questioned his judgment, we did as we were told. </i><br />
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<i>But all that changed when she walked in, swaying her hips and the clicking of her heels echoing down the halls. Lucan was expecting her, never told us the details except that she was our contact in Monte Vista; most likely to make sure we wouldn't get into trouble with The Hounds, Gregorio's soldiers. </i><br />
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"So...when's she comin'?" <i>We had already been there for three days and still no show from our contact. It was bad enough Father didn't know we had left and Vivian and I were missing school. So much for a vacation. </i><br />
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"If you stopped moping around, you would have noticed that she's already here." <i>Lucan took another hit from his joint. The room smelled of weed but the original antique smell of the room still lingered. That's when I saw her, standing there in the doorway. </i><br />
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"Mr. Lucan Lockewood, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Eliana Johnston" <i>His brother didn't even look her way, just sat there smoking the last of his joint. She smiled my way and walked over to the chair across from Lucan.</i><br />
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"You're late, by three days. Not that I give two fucks if you come or not, but you gave me your word that you would be here. So, I hope there's something worth coming here that you want to tell me. If not, then get the fuck out because I don't have time for bullshit." <i>The girl was quiet as a mouse, unsure if my brother was done or not. I guess it was safe for her to assume he was. </i></div>
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<i>Still heated from the cold encounter with my brother she got up from the chair and walked out but not before saying, "</i>Gladly.<i>" It was something about her that attracted me to her, I had to be with her. I guess you could say it was something magnetic. She was a hell of a woman. </i></div>
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I<i> had to go after her, I'd probably never see her again if I let her leave nor will I ever meet a girl like her. </i>"She's trouble, man. That's all I got to say, I won't try to stop you 'cause you're just gonna go against my judgement anyways but don't call me to clean up another one of your messes again. Am I clear Marcus?"</div>
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<i>Luckily, I found her still waiting for her ride outside. The summer air had turned chilly and she looked miserable standing alone in that tight dress, that hugged her curves. Damn, she was beautiful, feisty, but beautiful. "</i>Hey, Eliana. I'm sorry about what happened in there, my brother has been pretty stressed out lately<i>." Turning around, she gave me a warm smile. We talked for awhile and she agreed to go out to dinner with me that night. Her ride came not too long after. However, I knew I was in for it as soon as I stepped over that threshold. </i><br />
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"Come here." <i>I was ready for my lecture of the week, I honestly didn't care if I got yelled at or hit. Nothing could stop these feelings welling up inside of me. I got the girl and that's all that mattered. "</i>You know you can't be with her unless you're sure she's the one, not even then can you trust her. Marcus, we do things that could put our lives, our family's lives, and the people we care about in jeopardy and there are those who would dare to hurt us. Trust no one, because one day you'll be lying in bed with her and the next she'll have a knife to your throat or a swat team surrounding you." </div>
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"Uhm, is this a bad time?" <i>Vivian looked anxious, as if something was wrong. She had been standing there during my lecture, waiting for the right moment to butt in, this time I was glad she did however Lucan wasn't pleased.<br />"</i>What do you want Annie?" <i>Breathing in sharply, she told us that Gregorio's brother Lincoln was there looking for Lucan and that with him, were The Hounds. Lucan got up and left without a hint as to what was going on or where he was going, just that he'll be back.</i><br />
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"Marky, what's going on?" <i>She was worried, for the first time I realized that she actually cared for us. Just that look in her eyes, maybe it was a trick to fool me into telling her everything but I knew nothing. Could it be that our fathers' little monster had a heart? </i><br />
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Raised among gangsters and socialites, Josette used her connections and skills to become the most powerful woman in the crime world.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-8223097641831951502013-07-01T09:53:00.005-07:002013-07-01T09:56:52.234-07:00Monday, July 1, 2013<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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"I'm assuming no one's told her yet, am I correct?" Vivian's voice never betrayed the feelings stirring inside nor the thoughts and memories that continued to haunt her. Watching a family, across the street at the small park, that played together and looked so happy; only made her feel this strange emptiness and longing that she had been cursed with since arriving in Neverglade.<br />
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"No ma'm, she still thinks her husband is in Bridgeport."<br />
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"He's at Fisherman Shore, the beach across town. Shall I get him for you miss?" <i>Hmph!</i> <i>Am I truly that predictable? </i>Vivian thought as she took a sip of her chocolate frappuccino. </div>
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"Call Erin, I want her at Lucan's house in 10 ten minutes. Once you're done with that, inform my father that I'll be returning with a surprise for him." Vivian was done with this quiet town, she had a funeral to arrange and her party to attend. After his orders were given to him, Damian bowed his head and made sure Vivian got into her car safely. If only she knew the feelings that she brought him. <i>If only. </i>He thought. "Never."He whispered. </div>
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Flashbacks of what happened that night plagued his mind, shutting himself off would be the only option, his cure. The sound of blaring rock music disrupted the once peaceful atmosphere he had at this vacant beach. No one dared to turn up their music to that deafening extent, except his baby sister. He hated that brat to a tee but she <i>was</i> the new <i>"big guy" </i>after he relinquished his title of heir to that monster. Never had Marcus thought that Lucan would just disappear like that. </div>
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No one had a clue what happened to him, Marcus and some of the other men went looking for him after he was late for the Council meeting and no had heard a word from him. Instead they found his car still running outside of Bridgeport and blood splattered on the inside of the drivers' side along with a bloody trail outside of the car as well. Almost as if, Lucan or whoever it was in his car, was dragged from it. As much as he wanted to disappear as well, he had to find out what happened to his brother for the sake of his conscience and because Eliana deserved to know if her husband was dead or alive. </div>
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"Wake the fuck up, I got a job for you." Turning his head towards his sister, Marcus recognized Vivian's car as the same one his father frequently used in Bridgeport. "Where's your lapdog? Can't he do it?" Marcus was close to grinning as he mentioned Damien and saw his sister roll her eyes. </div>
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"Unfortunately, he's in Bridgeport talking to Daddy for me. I want you to check on Eliana and Helen, poor girl doesn't even know her own husband is dead, help them pack. I already know you'll do this for me even if <i>you </i>think you're not doing it for me. " The tables had turned on him and she was right, there was no way he wouldn't go to check on Eliana and Helen just to defy his sister. They needed him.</div>
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Finally sitting up Marcus agreed to do the job, "Fine, I'll check on them. I'm guessing you want me to be the barrier of bad news?" There was no doubt in his mind his sister loved chaos and as she nodded her head yes, it only confirmed that notion. As she turned to leave, Vivian, always one to have the last laugh, looked back at her older brother and smiled sweetly at him, "It might just be possible, Helen never lost a father at all...did she? </div>
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"So you mean to tell me, Alexander is dead?" Lucan's cold, unwavering eyes searched his sister's for an answer as the room became deathly silent until Vivian answered. "Yes, as dead as dead gets. Got him right through the head, clean shot too." Her blue eyes were as cold as her brothers', it was like a staring match between the two.<br>
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Sighing and looking away, "I know how much that old man meant to you but there's not much we can do now except replace him and do what Daddy always did, get revenge." This time, Vivian didn't hesitate to look right at her brother. Not even the sound of the front door shutting broke their match.<br>
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Getting up from the loveseat, Vivian glanced at Eliana and back at Lucan "The Council wants you there at eleven. Oh and remember dear brother, not all thorns can protect its' precious rose." Smirking, she left with their other brother, Marcus, but not before whispering him a warning as it was clear to everyone in the room, but Eliana, of what it was that held his attention.<br>
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"Goodnight, sweetheart." Eliana tucked Helen in for bed and kissed her on her head after reading Little Red Riding Hood with her. She soon went in search of Lucan; who was somewhere around the house. It was their last night together before he went off to meet with the Council in Bridgeport, which usually lasted for weeks due to them never being able to agree on anything.<br>
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As they cuddled on the fur carpet after their passionate love making, Eliana couldn't help but wonder, what if they snuck away; got away from all this crime and the thought of having her heart and soul taken from her before he even gets a chance to see Helen grow up or maybe even have another child with her. "Fat chance." She absently thought aloud.<br>
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Eliana looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen as they twinkled while Lucan gazed lovingly at her, "Hm? Fat chance of what, love?". Mentally kicking herself for saying her thoughts aloud, she answered him anyways. "Nothing, just thinking about what it would be like if we ran away. Just, you know, disappeared and we can start all over. But you have a obligation here, I can't take you away from something you love." <br>
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Sitting himself up while holding Eliana in his arms still, Lucan looked into her bright, hazel eyes. "One day, things will be different for us. <span style="text-align: center;">Hang in there for me, okay Ellie?" Nodding her head, Lucan kissed her once again; heating things up immensely. However, time was almost up as it was nearing ten. The hour long drive called for every minute, especially since the Council were a hard bunch who were quick to judge their young leader. </span><br>
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After getting dressed, Lucan left Eliana who was half-asleep, covered in a blanket on the floor.As soon as he got to the porch, he heard his name being called out. <i>Ellie</i>. Turning around just as she ran towards him. He caught her in his arms, he didn't want to leave her again, but he had a job. <i>If only.</i> "I can't make you any promises but I want you to know that whatever happens, I will always love you. You and Helen are my everything and I'd do anything to keep you two safe." He didn't expect her to speak as she held onto him tighter, it was a moment he wished that could last longer. "I love you" was the only thing Eliana said as she let him go; watching him as he walked to his car and drive off.<br>
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So, this is my first sims story I have ever written and I intend to continue writing more for this series (and improving) along the way but I would like to thank you for taking the time to read my story, Rise. Have a great day^_^<br>
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-24571087925273080582013-07-01T01:11:00.001-07:002013-08-13T14:33:19.394-07:00The Cruz's<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-72021738016453309332013-07-01T00:19:00.000-07:002013-07-01T00:19:11.274-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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Found homeless on the streets, begging for money, Damien was taken in by Vivian and given a place as a soldier among the Lockewood's; her motive is unclear but it is assumed that for whatever reason she brought a unknown man into their ranks, that she is up to something. Will Damien's unwavering loyalty to this cunning vixen be enough to have a key player in this game taken down?</div>
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-30146132446948400582013-06-30T23:57:00.001-07:002013-06-30T23:57:48.704-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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"...it's as though I'm no longer alive."</div>
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Birthdate: June 2</div>
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Age: 23</div>
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Nickname: Ellie, Elle, Ana</div>
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Love Interests: Lucan Lockewood (husband)</div>
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Born in the calm, country-side town of Monte Vista, Eliana was raised by her mother and her uncle, who had stepped in to help raise his late-brother' little girl. Unbeknownst to many, even her in-laws, Eliana is the only daughter of Gregorio Cruz, the head of the Cruz crime family whose presence was so threatening it rivaled even the Lockewood's. Luckily, Gregorio struck a deal with the eldest son of Ignacio Lockewood, a deal only those two would ever know of but resulted in a marriage between the two families and a child. </div>
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"I'm not proud of the things I've done but this is who I am."</div>
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The eldest of the three Lockewood children, Lucan was groomed by his father, Ignacio, to take over the family business and to continue the legacy set forth by his predecessors. A smart yet dangerous man, Lucan is a force not to be crossed, however his duty as head of the family is soon put to the test after several key members of the Lockewood council are murdered in cold blood and tension arises among the ranks. </div>
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Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-37236851046473808562013-06-30T23:22:00.001-07:002013-06-30T23:31:49.733-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Trust? That means nothing when you're dead."</span></div>
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Birthdate: February 27<br />
Age: 21<br />
Rank/Title: Vice President<br />
Nickname: V, Angel, Baby Girl<br />
Love Interests: None<br />
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The youngest of the Lockewood children and the new heir to the position as President. Vivian grew up not playing with dolls but with guns and creating chaos through her devious antics; not one to sit around and wait for opportunities, Vivian does things her own way even if that means putting a member of her family at harm. Her fathers' pride and joy, she inherited his passion for bloodshed and her mothers' wit. The true question is: How far will she go now that ultimate control is just one bullet away?<br />
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<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569081090977482504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141061475274762651.post-77879319021367535572013-06-30T22:45:00.000-07:002013-06-30T23:28:18.513-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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"That was you're mistake, underestimating me."</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Birthdate: </b>December 5</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Age</b>: 23</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Rank/Title</b>: Enforcer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Nickname(s)</b>: Mark, Demon, The Fury</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Love Interest: </b>Eliana Lockewood (ex-girlfriend)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Relatives</b>: Ignacio Lockewood (father), Helena Lockewood (mother), Lucan Lockewood (brother), Vivian Lockewood (sister), Helen Lockewood (daughter) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">The second Lockewood son and next in line for the position as head of the family. As a child of one of the most ruthless leader's in Bridgeport, Marcus has learned to become just as vicious as Ignacio and more cunning than Vivian. However, Marcus gave up his title as Prince and later assumed the duty of an Enforcer instead after realizing he was better at carrying out orders than giving them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A family known, from the bustling city of Bridgeport to the quiet town of Neverglade, for not only controlling major businesses but also for their involvement in the criminal underworld as one of the ten (now three) original crime families in Bridgeport. The Lockewood's are known for being one of the most low-key yet ruthless families who wear their titles as a Lockewood with pride and highly visible tattoos, challenging anybody who dares to insult a member of this family. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://rise-sims3.blogspot.com/2013/06/lucan-lockewood.html">Lucan Lockewood</a>*</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://rise-sims3.blogspot.com/2013/07/Helena-Lockewood.html">Helena Lockewood</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://rise-sims3.blogspot.com/2013/07/ignacio-lockewood.html">Ignacio Lockewood</a></span></span> ♤<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://rise-sims3.blogspot.com/2013/07/Damien-Asher.html">Damian Asher</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://rise-sims3.blogspot.com/2013/07/Erin-Vincent.html">Erin Vincent</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Stacy Vincent</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Note: ♤ = retired</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> ♕= Head of Family</span><br />
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