Peter sighed as he followed his, slightly off, brother to the room they were, temporarily, staying in with their eldest brother, so they could figure out a plan. Peter thought it was stupid that they had the bank teller, but it was apparently going to get them across the border to Mexico.
"What the hell is this?!" Peter rolled his eyes and moved to the bank teller and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"Hello, Belle. I'm gonna need an actual name outta you, and if you don't tell me, then you're going to have no head. You understand?" The teller nodded as Peter moved to sit on the coffee table. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Monica." Peter smiled in triumph then tapped her face.
"That wasn't so hard, now, was it? In case you didn't know, I'm Peter, that's my older brother Richie, and our eldest brother Seth, and together we're the Gecko brothers." Again the teller, Monica, nodded her head.
"You weren't in the bank with your brothers, anyone ever tell you, that you're cute." Peter chuckled at her and lifted her left hand with a 'fake' pout.
"As flattering as that is, one, you're not my type, two... I don't go for other people's girls... but I'll admit you're cute too, it's only fair."
"Petey, could you not flirt with the hostage, please?" Peter looked back at Richie with an annoyed look. "What? You said we couldn't call you Pete."
"No, I said Seth couldn't call me, Pete. You can, because you're the one who came up with it." Peter said shaking his head with a light chuckle. "Where's Seth?" Richie shrugged nonchalantly and nodded to door.
"To get us food, and to dump and switch, although I'm pretty sure he's with his 'ex wife' too." They laughed at that and Peter turned his attention back to the teller.
"Okay, Belle, here's the deal you're gonna do what we tell you, when we tell you, got it? And you are gonna make sure that no one gets supsious, got it?" Monica smiled gently at him.
"Yes."
"Pete, bring her here. She's not safe out there." Peter raised an eyebrow and stood up, then helped Monica up and into the room.
"I'm gonna go out for a bit, it's fucking hot, and this goddamn AC doesn't fucking do it's job." Richie nodded and Peter made his way to the pool, then took off his jacket shoes and socks, also remembering to hide his guns under his jacket. Not bothering with the rest of his clothes, he jumped in and relaxed under the cold water.
"You're insane." Peter didn't know how long he'd been in the water before the voice of an angel insulted him. He stood up as, said angel voice, jumped into the pool herself.
"Maybe... but then, who isn't? Because there's always someone who turns out to be more insane than others thought." Peter smirked at the girl as she moved closer to him.
"Well, then I guess you could call me crazy too, because I'm talking to, said insane person, and yet I don't care." The girl said and Peter laughed as he shook his head.
"Would I sound less insane if I told you my name?" Peter watched as she titled her head in amusement.
"Probably not, but that doesn't mean I don't wanna know." She chuckled and he smiled again.
"I'll tell you what, I'll tell you my name, if you tell me yours." Kate moved back a bit.
"You first." Peter smirked as he cornered her.
"It's only fair..." He said flirtatiously. "I'm Peter, Peter Gecko."
"Katherine Fuller, but you can call me Kate." Kate smirked as she moved closer to him, she didn't know where it came from, but he just brought out confidence, or maybe it was her bad side, she didn't care.
"Well, that's cute, but I prefer Kat, it suits you better." He said gently placing his hand on her waist, pulling her closer. Kat smiled and slowly ran her fingers up his chest.
"I bet it does... Boy, I must be really crazy." The flirtatious look never left as Peter leaned down closing the distance between them, Kat could now feel his breath on her face, sending electrical shivers down her spine.
"You're incredibly beautiful, if it isn't obvious." He said, which caused her to blush, she shook her head, then used her right hand to grab his neck and pulled him till his lips crashed onto hers. Peter gasped as he felt his otherside almost take over instantly, then immediately moaned when Kat slipped her tongue in. The kiss was slow, and Peter had never felt this way, with anyone. Ever, but he didn't care, all he knew right now was that they we're kissing, and that his monster wanted to claim her as his, and Peter agreed with it.
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He didn't know when she led him back to her room, or when he managed to get his clothes back on and hide his guns, but he was so busy making out with an angel he didn't notice his brothers or her family when she walked in her back facing the two families as they continued to make out, Peter trailing kisses down her neck till he found her soft spot.
"Jesus, for a virgin, Pete, you really know how to please a woman. Seth, I told you, he had it." They jumped apart, Peter incredibly confused and pissed, Kat, confused and hurt.
"The hell are you doing?! Why are you here?"
"You didn't tell him?" Seth asked Richie and he shook his head, Seth groaned as Peter's anger grew. A growl left his mouth, gaining the brothers attention.
"No, no way. Absolutely not. What happened to the teller?"
"Ask Richie, and I'm sorry, Peter, but we don't have any other options." Peter shook his head and laughed bitterly.
"No. We are not taking them hostage. We're not taking her hostage." Peter practically growled the words out as he wrapped Kat up in his jacket. "You can forget El Rey... God we have 30 fucking million dollars, Seth. That's enough to make our own goddamn El Rey."
"Peter... It's okay." Kat said placing her hand on his chest, and the older brothers flinched waiting for the blow up, that never came. Peter sighed and looked at her, his entire facial expression changing from anger to that of affection and protectiveness. "I'm gonna take a shower and change... Can--can I-"
"Yeah, keep the jacket, just hang on." He said and pulled out his guns from the jacket pockets, and placed them in their holsters.
"357. Desert Eagle." Peter immediately turned to the Asian kid.
"Oh, great, we've an Asian who thinks he knows about guns, listen I don't what you think you know, or what you have to say, keep your mouth shut and I won't have to put a bullet in it." He said getting in the kids personal space, then looked to the bathroom when shower finished. "Two minutes, damn."
The kid glared at Peter as he stood straight and moved to Seth and then proceeded to whack him in the head.
"Never, ever, make a plan like this again, got that? If any of them die- if Kat dies, then I'm going to tear your head off... With my teeth, brother or not." Seth nodded and Peter turned to the sound of the bathroom room door opening.
"Okay, ramblers, let's get rambling?"
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"Pete?" Peter glared at Seth, as he entered the RV. "I'm sorry, you know that, right?" He turned his head away to look at Kat, who glared at him when she noticed he was looking, then turned back to Seth.
