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It's as real as you want it to be. As real as you can believe it to be. -keeps walking through the streets, imagining the city bustling with night activity, raves at ever street corner, the dream shaping to her will- Coming?

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  Yep. Usually am. -follows along, thoughtful- But is itthe real thing? Or does it even matter?

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They love your body, sure. And the way you use it as a tool to get them with you. But they don't love you Scarlett. They don't love you because you don't let anyone see the real you. You've been fake so long you don't know who the real you is. Either that or you're just crazy and can't handle your personification.

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You're lucky I talked myself out of using a knife instead. That was for you being a disgusting leach who clings to whomever she can play the little tortured soul card for.

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Hungy?

Tastes like the real thing, feels like the real thing. Anything I want. 

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  -looks around, impressed, despite her dark eyes, whistling- You creating this?

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-flashes her completely black eyes at him and they're instantly in the dream world, in what looks like New York City- 

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  -clears his throat- True. You’re going to show me now, I’m guessing?

No, no Scarlett. Haven’t even spoken to her in a month.

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Do I still count?

Home sweet home.

Someone I’m glad to see had better appear, like, right fucking now.

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Speaking of threatening, you still have yet to see what I can do since I was locked in that room for a month.

No Scarlett? 

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  You’re less threatening in that aspect, yea.

I guess it’s not. I hang with Viv and Marcel. That’s it.

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Te he echado más que la luna no alcanza la querida sol.

He was an actual drug lord hired by the government for the mission. It was either that or jail for life, so I'm sure he didn't have trouble picking his option. 

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Now I feel better.

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Eres hermosa Tatiana.

You just let me know if you need anything because of it and I'll do it, alright? -grins- I got to show up in a private jet and was almost instantly surrounded by his men in the Mafia. He told them that I was a new wife and that I was to be treated like royalty. When we were alone it was mainly strategy talking and information gathering, but he made sure to make time for fun as well. Carlos was a good fake husband.

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I'll talk to her. Maybe she'll let me get some sort of information because she knows I just want him to be safe, not to drag him back if he doesn't want to come.

I class it up? That's not saying much. Aren't there other people around to entertain you? 

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  I thought it could be something like that, but I still don’t have a fucking clue what to do about it.

You kidding me, Ev? This place is a fucking shit-hole without you. You class the place up.

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Cuando usted habla, me gustaría ser lo que su lengua estaba revolcando.

Would you like to go say goodbye? Would you like me to come with you? I'm sure we can get the leave for at least a weekend. -pushes her face into her hand- It was hazy. -grins- Terrifying, intense, relaxing...everything you see in the movies really.

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Viv has to know something then, she's only like that when she's keeping a secret because she's so bad at keeping secrets. She gets angry so she doesn't have to tell you.

Can't say I didn't enjoy it, but it wasn't the same as being up here. Have you been better? Not having...me around?

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  They haven’t even made a decision yet as to whether or not to look for him. -scrubs a hand over his face- Viv is not saying shit to anyone about Grey. Not a single word. You ask about him and she will walk the fuck away. I’ve been hanging out with her when she’ll let me, but she refuses to talk about him at all.

No, not at all. I’m just pointing out the uncanny similarities. And asking if it was better. If you enjoyed your life more there.

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-purrs- No tienes ni idea de lo que hablan en español me hace.

Your, ex? Did she pass? Do you want to talk about it? I definitely left my mark on the other guy once I got the knife out of my torso and put it inside of him. -presses her lips to her hand- I'm okay.

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But what about Grey? I don't think he'd run off like that. I mean, not without telling Viv at least. 

You want me to run off with the Columbian drug lord? Really? Do you know how much cocaine is in Columbia? How cheap it is? -frowns- I love you Lysander, but I'm too broken for you to mend or understand I think.

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  That’s basically the attitude people have, yes. A lot of the guys upstairs think they just ran off and that Kent is a lot less of a liability when he’s hiding. So… no.

I think I said something about you running off with a foreign prince? And if you liked that better I would accept it?

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Si. -grins, shivering as she touches her scar, frowning slightly- Please tell me you're not hurt. Are you okay? -pulls away slightly, trying to cover the scar and brush it off- It's nothing. I was just held hostage for a little bit and I got a little testy.

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Kent can fuck himself, but Grey, that's not okay. Where was the last place someone saw him? Has anyone gone after him?

I remember that, yes.

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  Keep in mind that I’m not saying anyone is dead. But we haven’t heard from Kent. Or Grey.

Remember, a really long fucking time ago; when I told you I would let you out of my life if you wanted it?