'Nother update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV "You knew?" I asked, angry out of my mind. "Why do you think I seduced her last night?" Michael asked, smirking. "Causing me to drink and have sex with you," I heard Rose murmur. I placed a hand on her back comfortingly. I felt her relax when I touched her back. I smiled, knowing she felt better. "Obviously you two are together, and I am sorry about last night and this morning. I just had to get you to not kill me." "Wait, what?" Rose asked, removing her hands away from her face. "Brandon and I? No! We are just business partners! We just kill for a living!" she exclaimed, fear on her face. "Oh," Michael smiled. His eyes seemed to change from fear of getting between us to spotting his prey. That just set a fire ablaze, ready to destroy that man. "Stay away from her," I growled, letting my anger take over me. "Oh, so you are together," Michael said, eyebrows raised. "No!" Rose exclaimed again. "No? Then what- Oh! I get it," Michael said, smiling at me, knowing my secret. "Say a word, and I will kill you like I am supposed to," I growled, picking up my gun. "Brandon, stop!" Rose exclaimed, grabbing the arm that held the gun. "Alright, alright," Michael said, walking out of the room. I put down my gun, sighing and looking at Rose. "What is your problem today, Brandon? You have been acting strange since I told you what I had done," she said, fear in her eyes. It hurt me to know I was freaking her out, which I never intended. "You really want to know, adding more pressure and stress on you?" I asked sincerely. "Well, since you put it that way...no." "Good," I smiled, kissing the top of her head. She smiled at me and walked out of the room, leaving to go change and leaving me to my thoughts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last update for a while. Sorry. But you can give me ideas if you want. But no more murder ideas please.
Update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosetta's POV I changed in the bathroom, away from Michael. I walked out in a black summer dress and flats, ready to go. I had asked Michael if it would be alright to go get coffee and he agreed. Now only if I could get Brandon to join us without him trying to rip Michael to shreds. "You look amazing," Michael commented, smiling at me. "Thanks," I mumbled, walking out of the door. I knocked on Brandon's door, where almost immediately Brandon opened the door. "Hey, Rose. You look fantastic," he commented. "Thanks, Brandon," I smiled shakily. I was already wanting the comments to stop, and that one was just the second. "Look, I wanted to go catch coffee to, you know, get things straight." "That would be great," he smiled. "Great. Michael's coming with us, though. I hope that's okay," I said, looking into his blue eyes. "It'll be fine," he smiled. He closed his door and followed me to get Michael. "Ready?" I asked him as he got up from the bed. "Yeah. Let's go," he smiled, walking out of the door. I walked in between them both, making sure they didn't decide to slit each other's throats. Brandon kept his hand on the small of my back as we walked to his car, as if he was saying I was not to be touched by anyone else. We got into the car and Brandon drove us to a local Starbucks. I looked out the window, not thinking about what had happened within the last twenty-four hours. Brandon and Michael were quiet, creating a thick tension in the air. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I wanted to break the awkward silence, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't cause both of them to start ripping each other's heads off. "Rose, you are coming, right?" I heard Brandon ask. I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that we already arrived. I got out of the car, my thoughts clouding my mind. I walked in, murmuring my order to Brandon as I walked to a seat. Michael followed me, sitting in front of me. "Rosetta, are you alright?" he asked. "Fine," I murmured, not paying attention, drumming my fingers on the table. "Rose, I know something's wrong," he said, placing his hand on mine, stopping my nervous fingers. I looked up at him, his eyes locking with mine. "Gorgeous," I murmured as if in a trance. "Thank you," he smiled, making me realize what I had said. "I mean, no! I just- I don't know!" I stumbled, covering my face with my hands. "It's alright. You're just confused on who to choose," he said. "What?" I asked, removing my hands from my face. "I'm talking about talking the CIA or your current boss. The reason why I am here is to talk about you coming back. The CIA wants you back. I know you have wanted to stop since you and I, well, you know." He had a point. I had been thinking about it since I met him. Since he was part of the CIA, I didn't want to kill anyone else apart of the CIA. "What would I have to do?" I whispered. "Whatever you wish. As long as you do one thing for us." He placed his hand on mine again, looking into my eyes. "What?" "Kill your current crime boss," he smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LE GASP! What will she do? Kill Michael? Kill the mysterious boss? Kill Brandon? What does she do?