Sinful ((Egg + 31 ))

"I don't want it to go away...I like you..." She muttered.

"I like you too." Ian said with a laugh, standing and brushing off the back of his pants.
"Time to go."

Brandy pouted, but stood. She calmly mounted Cowboy and dug her heels into his side, "Race ya' home." She challanged, before the golden horse lurched foward and took off.

Ian laughed and kicked at Robin's side, making the horse dash forward as well.

Brandy got there first and hopped off her horse, giving him a pat and handing him to the owner.

Ian thanked the man and got off his horse, leading Kat to the car that had a note on the hood, an envelope. Ian quickly snatched it up, ripping out the note and reading it quickly.

hurry it up. stop stalling.

Ian scoffed and shoved it into his pocket.

Brand hopped in the car, unaware of the note.

Ian drove Brandy home and stopped in front of her house, before sighing.
"I had fun."

"Me too." Brandy said simply. She stretched and leaned over, pecking Ian on the lips.

Ian felt his cheeks heat up and he smiled slightly.
"Good. Now you're mother is giving us an of look so I suggest you go." He laughed.

Brandy looked over her shoulder to see her mom standing with her hip popped out. "Oh...Well it was fun, see ya'." Brandy said cheerfully, she hopped out of the car and faced Rosalie, who only grinned.

Ian chuckled and sped off down the road, going to his 'temporary home' only to find another note.

Brandy was lead into the house, where her mom forced her to take a shower due to smelling like a horse. When she got out of the shower she was greeted with chocolate milk and peanut butter cookies.

Ian sighed and called his boss, asking for more time, which was granted since he was the best assassin The Company had.

Brandy ate the cookies and looked at the sketchy television with ease. She watched Lost for a good 2 hours then nodded off into sleep.

Ian yawned and sat down boredly on the couch.

Throughout the course of the day, Brandy became more and more worried. What if Ian would never see her again? What if he had just used her? What if it was all a trick. She frowned and left her house, simply giving an "I'll be back later." To her mother.

Ian lounged on his couch boredly, looking at the ceiling.

Kat wondered around, thinking dimly about her life. Someone rammed into her and she fell to the floor, "Liytle cunt, watch it!" a angered 25-year-old growled. Brandy whimpered and nodded, she scampered off and then pulled out the wallet she had stolen.

Ian heard something outside, and walked out, to see a little puppy in his yard, barking at his door. He frowned at it, and scooped it up, holding it at eyesight.
"What's your name and business here?" He asked, before laughing quietly. This'd be a good way to get Brandy closer.

For the next half hour, the man fallowed Brandy. Eventually she found herself being pinned to the wall, a knife at her throat.

Ian had gotten a bad feeling and soon stood in the shadows, watching everything play out. Once the knife was at her throat, Ian stepped out and in a matter of seconds the man lay on the ground unconcious.

Brandy looked at Ian in a dumb shock, "T-Thank you..." She managed, her lower lip quivering from fright.

Ian pulled Brandy against him and pocketed the knife, walking her out to his car, which he'd driven there.
"No problem." He chimed, helping her in.

"How did you know...?" Brandy asked, getting in the car.