"Memphis always has astronomical expectations of everyone, including himself"He pulled a second bottle from the fridge and moved to stand before her, popping the cap with the the heel of his hand before handing it over. He moved back to the door frame, feeling like he had to stand, had to be ready for something. God this paranoia thing was rubbing off on him, damn Memphis. "I was brought in just after the raid that scattered them. All I can figure is they thought they could control someone so green. Once I'd dug my roots in a bit, I tossed um to the wind. They weren't too pleased about it, but I didn't give them anything to hold over me" No family, no friends to speak of at the time. Hell at that point he didn't even have any deputies! "They had this same odor about them, though I didn't know what it meant at the time. Its not the same guys, but that doesn't mean its not the same hand pulling the strings"
Why else would they have such a hard on for Memphis' crew? It was the only logical choice. Kip was likely the spark that had started the raging wildfire that was now threatening this town, but the size of this fire wasn't natural. Someone had helped it along, somehow, for some reason. He glanced up at her as she spoke of not knowing, not even sure when his gaze had dipped to the bottle in his hand. "The original crew, yes, they were all in trouble. But most of their families? Wives, girlfriends, kids? They couldn't pin anything on them, they all claimed innocence. Well, they gave Memphis' wife hell. She was a fed, after all. She 'flipped', fell for her mark. Most of them fled after things settled down and it became obvious no one was coming back. Really, the only people who stayed long term where the ones with kids. Your sister-in-law and Sphinx's wife, Sasha"
He watched as she moved towards him, feeling his pulse spike slightly despite his best efforts not to over react to such a simple thing. He was rather shocked by her move, gazing down at her as she thanked him. After a heartbeat of an undoubtedly confused look on his face, a slow smirk spread across his lips. "Its kind of hard not to care about them... In all the years I've known them, they've never once asked for help, just struggled through for their kids" He turned his hand in her grasp, lightly clasping her hand in return. "Those kids deserved to know their fathers, the least I could do was give them a decent male influence" The sight of her stretching up to wrap her arms around his neck had him leaning in automatically to make it easier for her. Feeling a bit awkward for a half beat before his hand snaked around to rest against her back in a returned hug.
It felt good, having a warm body pressed against him. Good enough that he wasn't even thinking about it in any kind of a sexual context. Well not until he felt her shift and brush her lips lightly across his cheek, now he was really confused. She'd damn near shut down when she'd found out who he really was, he'd thought he'd get her info and split. Her quick withdrawal had him blinking in surprise, wondering if maybe she was just a little bipolar. She was running hot one minute and icey the next. No wonder he didn't 'get' women, as he'd been told a hundred times. Her words startled a snort of laughter from him, drawing words out before he had a chance to really think about them "Don't know why you'd think that. Not like I have a plethora of them in my life" He blinked, not sure where the fuck that had come from but feeling like it was more than a little confusing "Sorry, think I'm a bit drunk." He glanced at his beer, almost glaring at it disapprovingly for getting him drunk. "What I mean is..." What did he mean? He could just tell her he thought she was beautiful and wanted nothing more than to take her back to his bed and show her the best night she'd ever had. Could he? "Fuck, I don't know what I mean" He ran his hand through his hair again, trying to get that one piece that always fell in his face.
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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