Then There Were Two

Chapter 1

---------------2 YEARS LATER----------------

Vic's POV
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Bodies piled high in my mind, each face had a permanent image of itself stuck in my brain. Kellin had just finished disposing of two twenty year old bodies, throwing them into the harbor with small explosives inside of them. You could call us crazy.

But I call it thorough.

"Ready to go love?" Kellin asked quietly. I slowly nodded, he knew that I didn't like disposing of the bodies, the torture is the only aspect of the job that I appreciated.

He opened the car door for me and walked around to sit in the drivers seat. He revved the engine and blasted the stereo. Causing the bass to thump with sound. He looked at me with kind eyes and kissed my neck, tenderly.

It's funny how he treats me like I'm so delicate. Like any wrong turn could cause me to snap. Which is hardly the problem.

"So Kellin, where to now?" He sighed and showed off a hint of a smile. God I loved that smile.

"Well we can't be seen in public, but that's obvious. So I figured that we'd go back to the hotel and order room service." I laughed and buried my face in my hands.

"But wouldn't that defeat the purpose of being seen in public?" I asked.

"Well of course, and killing the man who payed for the hotel room in the first place was basically being exposed, but I want to do something special for you." I looked puzzled. He could easily tell.

"What for?" I asked.

"It's the anniversary of my fathers death and I thought that we would celebrate."

By celebrate he means fucking the shit out of each other until we collapse with exhaustion. The look in his eyes told me otherwise, but you never know with Kellin.

The music blared all the way back to the hotel, not the nicest hotel but pretty low profile. He cut the engine and we both exited the car.

He came to the other side and grabbed my hand, leading us both to our room. He opened the door and slammed it loudly.

Kellin turned around to face me, cupped my face and planted his lips onto mine. Even though I'm five years older than him, he still makes me melt, he still dominates me.

He pulled away, leaving me antsy and bothered. He jumped on the bed and patted the spot next to him. I inch towards him until I'm in the spot next to him.

He stares at me, with loving eyes. I return a confused look, "what did you want to do?" He turns away and giggles.

"Well I wanted to take you out, but due to circumstances, I can't, so I suppose we could order take out and watch Netflix." I laughed and kissed his cheek.

I know how hard he tries to take me out to dinner, but we are the most wanted people in America. The little things he does to make it up are worth it, I've been on big dates and they aren't my favorite.

Loud music, loud people, not a fan. I prefer to lay here with Kellin, eat food, then fuck later. It's our thing.

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After watching The Notebook then sobbing to Titanic soon after. I was exhausted, he had already ordered take out, and luckily the delivery boy didn't care who we were.

Kellin turned off the TV and flipped on his stomach, breathing heavily. "You okay Kells?" I asked softly.

"Yah I'm fine, just tired of hiding, you know?" I knew how much it bothered him being a national fugitive.