Not everyone wants to be apart of the biggest and baddest gang in all of Europe. Remy, along with her older half-brother Zayn, are two of the few that want nothing more than to be free from the gang lifestyle. So when Remy is offered a deal that would clear their debt, and ultimately unbound them from the Crypt Keepers she accepts graciously. All she must do is obtain evidence that Anne Cox, a very successful business women, is using illegal mechanisms to get on top, but in order for her to get to Anne Cox, she has to get closer to her son, Marcel Styles.

(Will Contain Sex Scenes)


1. Prologue


I brought the cigarette, held securely between my index and middle fingers, to my lips and took a deep draw, causing my fidgeting to ease. "Jesus," I breathed, allowing a wry smile to appear on my face as I looked up. "I didn't think you'd come."

"It take's more than a bounty placed to keep me away," Liam chuckled, sitting down onto the opposite seat of the booth. "I almost didn't recognize you without your glasses, and now wearing your curls?"

"Yeah," I nodded, silently thanking the waitress when she returned to the table with the two cups of tea I ordered prior to his arrival. "How are you?"

"Me?" Liam questioned in disbelief. "I'm fine, things are a little chaotic but all in all- It's okay. The problems I'm going through are nothing compared to yours. Mars, you just commited a murder less than seventy-two hours ago. The question is, how are you?"

"I'm-" I started but stopped because at the moment, that question seemed to be the hardest I'd ever have to answer. I figured I'd lie, say I was fine, getting enough sleep; but those thoughts were immediately shut down when I saw my reflection in the cafe's window. My eyes would tell it all. They were sunken in and intesified by dark bags circling them, standing out more when set against my paler-than-pale skin. "I don't know.."


"Harry," I lowered my voice as I turned back to him. "I can't go by Marcel anymore, not after what I've done."

"Your middle name?" He asked, head cocked to the side slightly and I nodded. "Well then, Harry, you need to get out of town while you can. Like I mentioned before, you've got a bounty placed, in equal amount to the worth of the Queen herself, everyone is looking for you. The sight of you," he paused, frowning as he shook his head. "Never in my life, have I seen you so distraught..."

"I'm fine-"

"Don't lie to me, I know you too well."

"..You're right," After a pause I muttered, letting out an aggravated breath. "It's been what, almost four days and within those four I haven't got one ounce of rest, of peace. Guilt," I croaked, tugging hard on my shaggy curls in frustration as I tried to articulate my thoughts. "Guilt k-keeps fucking with my mind and no matter how much it gnaws at me I can't- No I won't say it..."

"Say what?"

"...That I regret it 'cos I don't." I shook my head. "That bitch deserved to die, and I'm happy I was the one to do it."

"Marcel!" Liam hissed, his eyes wide as he stared at me, unable to keep the shock off his face. I couldn't blame him, up until a year ago I would've been too.

"My name is, Harry!" I retaliated back, leaning forward as my voice dropped to whisper. "I'm not the only one who done wrong in that situation, who killed, so don't look at me like I'm the bad one; I'm the victim here."

"No you're not," He scoffed, reaching out and grabbing his cup of tea from the center of the table. "You both cheated yourselves. The only person who deserves, who even has the privilege of saying the word victim, is her. The female buried in Harrin Graveyard."

"You weren't there, Liam. You don't know the whole story."

"As if you do. You don't know anymore than I."

"True, but I'm living it. Look at the aftermath, look at what's happening to me," I protested. "And the thing that ire area me the most is that I don't know. I don't know how it all started or why it did. All I know is that it's her.."

A tension-filled silence followed my protest, and we sat there. I occasionally took a sip of my tea, allowing the warm liquid to soothe my throat as I looked around the cafe. Since that day I've been on edge, and Liam telling me I've got an expensive bounty placed on my head wasn't making it any better.

"I don't know what to say, honestly.." Liam spoke, causing my attention to turn towards him. " have your bits and pieces, and she had hers. Finding out what happened from the source obviously isn't going to happen, and like they say 'two halves make a whole' or in this case, three. So it's safe to say that we'll never know the whole story, only-"

"Let me guess: God?"

"Ha, yeah right," He paused, casually bringing his cup to his lips and taking a sip."...more like the devil."

"The devil? Really?"

"This story isn't exactly one for Grimm Brothers' book. It's a tragedy."

"Not completely. Though I hate what things came to- I'll never regret meeting Remy. She changed my life.."

"For the worst, I'll add."

"Whatever.." I muttered. "I don't know what all happened last year, but everything happens for a reason."

Liam shrugged. "We just won't know what that reason is anytime soon."

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