Gabrielle M. Thorne with Lucan Thorne *Hanging the phone up with Jalece, a look of shock on her face as she processes the information. Holding her hand over her whitened forehead she sits and mulls it all over. The knowledge that Annalease was an integral part in the demise of the speakeasy reads like a novel, full of twists and turns. Jalece wasn't kidding when she said she new some things...During their conversation she learned that Annalease Moname infiltrated an impregnable organization, she met and fell in love with Lucky who was a dangerous killer that by all rights should of been dealt with...but she couldn’t…she loved him to much. On that fateful evening she went to him. Wanting to warn him that the raid was coming. Wanting to explain to him that yes thought she was from the bureau, and her intentions where too close the illegal operation down, she couldn't until he was safe. She wanted him to flee with her. She could care less about the others it was him that she needed to protect!!!!……But it wasn’t to be, she was to late...The raid had happened..... He was gone to her, laying slumped in the corner of his room, a pool of his own blood growing around him. Covering her mouth in hopes to stifle her cry and shock she rushed out never looking back................ Looking up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath then exhaling. <I knew that place had one hell of a history, what a heart breaking one as well> Pulling her covers over her as her lids became to heavy to keep open she drifts.... Into another world, one filled with smoke booze and the roar of a speakeasy*
Gabrielle M.
Thorne *The smoke thick and heavy as she takes in her surroundings. Ladies in flappers, and the males in zute suits all are enthralled with the nights activities . She can tell who the boss is by how low his. fedora tilts, they never like to stand out in a crowd. Running her finger around the rim of a half empty whiskey glass, her eyes dart around seeking him out. When he finally enters the room she shimmies out of the chair, glass in hand and heads in his direction. She hasn't met this black haired grey eyed stranger before, but she intends to get to know him. Playing shy she smiles and waves hi to a stranger as she "accidentally" runs into her handsome conquest < Oh my, I'm sorry sir. Please forgive my clumsiness.> wiping his suit with her napkin, making sure never to lose eye contact as she gives him an amazing smile* <I haven't seen you here before, this place new to you?> after such an odd introduction and cleaning she holds out her hand to him*< my name is Gabrielle Maxwell, and yours?>
Lucan Thorne *Tracking her through narrowed eyes, he watches as she slides down from her chair. Her long firm legs stretch out in front of her as the hem of her dress catches a glint from the swaying house lights; even from across the room her alluring scent fills his senses, and makes his mouth water to taste her. She makes her way across the floor, her movements graceful and feminine. He remains where he, watching the club and its inhabitants as they drink and dance and dine. From his vantage point he sees everything, but mostly he sees her. Closer...her scent overwhelming as she waves at a friend. He immediately snarls as the guy waves back, and kills him three times over in his mind, he feels a bump against him and knows who it is, he closes his eyes, breathing deeply to savor the contact. She's firm yet soft in all the right ways. Her body warm against his, her hands brushing purposely over him as she fusses at his suit. When she lifts her face to his, they lock eyes , then she hits him with that smile; he's lost to her.
Gabrielle M.
Thorne Strong silent type huh? Well, let's see what we can
do with that. First, Your name sir? *Laughing lightly as he tries to compose
his thoughts, she knows she's stolen his breath away. She could have any man in
the joint but only wanted him, after she has thoroughly dried him she saunters
over to the bar < Care for a whiskey dry? or are you more of a straight
hooch type of man?> Raising her hand, calling the young waiter over she
orders and winks at the male. No reason to disappoint his fantasy < Sweetheart,
my eyes are up here...> Eying her new friend to come join her as she props
herself up against the bar*
Lucan Thorne *Raking
his eyes over her body, taking a slow inventory of her dips and curves, he
growls under his breath when she calls him on it, but still takes his time
meeting her eyes. Hell. That smile again. She gives her order to Rudy a decent
bar keep who looks to the boss for direction. He nods his ok to the guy and
signals nothing for himself. Finally speaking to her he tries not to be gruff
of voice when he declines her offer, claiming he never drinks while in his own
clubs, dulls the senses and all while he's working. She pouts prettily at him,
forcing more of an explanation from him. He gives her a sly smile*. I have very
exclusive tastes when it comes to my drink of choice. They don't have what I
desire behind the bar.
Gabrielle M.
Thorne *Shrugs, sipping her poison < I have a taste for
whisky myself..... So, Mr. Mysterious..I hear your club here has quite the
reputation. Why don't you show me a little? >Turning from him she heads to
the back table where she can have a little privacy and get him to tell her his
name. The dim lighting and brown leather seats so inviting as she sits crossing
her legs slowly. Patting the seat she beckons to him <Come sit love, let's
get to know each other a bit*
Lucan Thorne *Reluctantly
easing himself into the chair next to her, he feels his pulse race at their
close proximity. Steeling himself against the wave of hunger that rolls over
him, he readjusts himself in his seat moving his knee so it doesn't touch hers.
He listens to the whimsical sound of her voice and closes his eyes as her
laughter fills the space between them. His attention is pulled from her when he
picks up the sound of several sets of shuffling feet on the concrete outside,
he rises quickly, pulling her up beside him. Her startled cry is quieted with a
look from him. He nods to the barkeep, giving the signal and things start
happening fast. He looks at her and growls, hold on tight. Whisking her out the
back of the bar and up to the surface through a back exit. When they hit the
cool night air, she shivers in her elaborate silk dress, the beads shimmering
in the moonlight* what's your address he asks while peering into the darkness
of the back alley, when she answers with an unsure voice, he gazes into her eyes*.
I will see you home safely Miss. Maxwell.
Gabrielle M.
Thorne *Total chaos erupts around them and before she knows
it she's in his arms outside the speakeasy. Looking wildly around her as people
scatter in the night his voice faint in her head asking for her address.
Clinging to him she can only grasp at the reality around her. Looking back into
his eyes she whispers < 342 Sycamore Lane...it's on the...> Before she
can think he pulls her to his side and heads into the cold night. <Sir, I do
believe I can hail a cab> She groans as she comes in and out of conciseness,
before she knows it they are on her stoop and his eyes are burning amber.
Trying to assess her surroundings she looks up at him. <Who are you? What,
how did we? ...> Raising her finger tips to his lips just before she kisses
them he whispers....Lucan....and it all goes dark.................Awaken by her
mates arrival back in their bed she smiles and he pull her close. Only one word
on her lips before she drifts once more .....Lucan.......*
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