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Oliver's eyes shot up at her. He hadn't seen her coming. "And you're a thief and a bitch." He simply stated. "You tried stealing our most valuable trinket, yet failed miserably." He grinned at that. "Add to that my useless wrist and taking away one of our most important people..." He shook his had and spat at the ground before her.

Taylore had a wicked gleam to her eyes as he spat at the ground in front of her. "Yes well it was more of a dare to steal it anyway. Like i told Wilmond, im not one to back out on a dare," she replied. Then she smirked and slugged his broken shoulder hard before grabbing it and squeezing hard, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "I like Wilmond. If your mafia tries anything stupid like trying to kill him again, i will torture and slaughter you all myself," she whispered in his ear before squeezing his broken shoulder before letting go and standing up.

Oliver grunted and groaned heavily at Taylore's actions. "You'll regret taking him! We'll come for you!"

Taylore smiled wickedly and shoved her hands in her pockets. "You can try. I will never regret having him though," she said truthfully. Then once again leaned down to his hieght, taking out her boot knife. She pressed it against his throat till it drew blood but didnt kill him. Instead she wiped the blood off on his clothes and put the knife back in her waistband. "Wow being with Wilmond really has made me soft.." she muttered as she stood up and walked away from Oliver.

Oliver winced as he felt the knife draw blood.

In the meantime, Wilmond had woken up and was watching the scene unfold before him. When Taylore left Oliver to his misery, the crippled man saw him sitting up straight in the bed.
"Please boss, come back to us!" Wilmond got out of bed and walked towards Oliver. "You are one of us boss, you belong wi-" Wilmond hit him square in the jaw.
"Don't you dare tell me where I belong, you tiny shrimp!"
"But, boss..." Another Punch. Oliver just kept to himself from that moment on.

Taylore sat on the couch with a new beer and propped her feet up on the coffee table. Putting her hand to her head, she rubbed her forehead and sipped on the beer. Setting it down on the coffee table, she sighed and put her head back on the couch cushion closing her eyes. Listening to Oliver beg and Wilmond snap at him then hearing his fist connect with Oliver's jaw twice. She thought about Wilmond and if he was sticking around because of her or just because he didnt want to go back. For some reason, she wanted it to be the first one.

Wilmond left Oliver in his misery and went over to Taylore, giving her a light kiss on the lips before heading to the kitchen to get some food.
"Did you sleep okay?"

Taylore smiled as he kissed her on the lips lightly and opened her eyes as she felt him pull away. Turning to look at the kitchen area, she watched him and noticed how his muscles flexed as he used them a light blush rising to her cheeks. "I slept great. I practically didnt need a blanket with all the heat you were giving off," she teased and laughed softly.

"Well, you're causing it!" he teased back. He finished making his sandwich and sat down next to her with it.

Taylore smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Im the one causing it? Why is that?" she asked with a soft laugh.

Wilmond grinned broadly. "I have no reply to that, you win this round!"

Taylore narrowed her eyes and lightly hit his shoulder. "You have a reason you just wont tell me!" she accused playfully and smiled a bit

"Honestly, I'm speaking the truth! I'll let you kow when I find a proper comeback though!" He winked at her.

Taylore smiled and rolled her eyes then used the other end of the couch as foot space, leaning her body on Wilmond. "Suure," she said sarcastically and playfully then turned on the tv so she would have something to do as he ate.

"Hey, Tay," Wilmond said. "Don't you think we should inform your sister about us? It'll be out of the blue to her if she finds out herself.

Taylore looked up at Wilmond as he called her, then thought for a moment. "Well i cant very well tell her anything when you havent even asked me out," she said, hinting at it. Looking back at the Tv, she watched some boring information show on cats.

"Allright then, I'll get back to you about that." he smiled as he thought of several thins they could do.

Taylore smiled and was silent for a moment before looking back a Wilmond. "What are we going to do with Oliver?" She asked, glancing over at the crippled man.

"Maybe deliver him to your father?"

Taylore nodded and smiled. "Thats a wonderful idea. Gimme a sec," she said as she got off the couch. Grabbing her phone, she scrolled through her contact until she came upon a certain name. Calling him, she stepped outside the safehouse to talk to him. She was out there for a good forty minutes before she came back inside except this time with a man. "Yes. This one right here," she said to him as she bent down next to Oliver, squeezing his broken shoulder hard.
The man nodded and grinned, then grabbed the back of Oliver's shirt. "Lovely Ms. Ross. Its been good to see you again darlin," he said then literally dragged Oliver out. He wasnt hitting on Taylore, thats just how he adressed women. Taylore walked over to the couch and took a seat with a sigh. "Now we have it all to ourselves again," she said with a smile and flipped through the channels.