home sweet home // lulu, connor

[connor]

dropping down onto the couch in the minimalist living room in what his brother called the 'big house'. despite its rundown warehouse front, the inside of the building was lavish if a bit european in its decoration. connor liked minimal decoration and lots of grays, blacks, and whites in his home. after moving to new york, lennox had grown accustom to the bolder, brighter colors of his friends' apartments, but considering he was living here for free and connor wasn't trying to kill him 24/7, he decided he didn't have room to complain. even if he didn't find his brother to be a wonderful decorator, he appreciated the man's understanding of good electronics. the place had perhaps the best internet connection in the world - some perk of being the guy who'd have you killed if his internet sucked - and there were gadgets and gizmos lennox was sure hadn't legally been released to the states yet. of course, that was a side note to the extensive racketeering business connor ran.

ripping open the bag of cool ranch doritos he'd swiped from the cupboard, he unscrewed the jar of dip he'd brought along and then switched on the 50 inch tv with the remote. absently he flipped through the channels, landing momentarily on one thing or the other as he gorged himself on chips. as he landed on a documentary about the band poison which he figured would entertain him for a little while, he heard the doors to the house open and close noisily. that usually signified connor was home. rolling his eyes to himself, he munched on more chips until he was joined by a massive black-skinned man with a scar over his left eye who stole the doritos away from him, took a heaping handful of chips, and then tossed the bag back into his lap. feigning offense, lennox raised his eyebrows as he swallowed his most recently chewed chip and moved the bag to his other side with a small smile. "eventful night, riley?" he asked the massive body guard who merely shrugged and turned up the volume as brett michaels came on screen talking about some inane aspect of his life with the band.

leaning his head back on the couch and peering toward the entrance, he watched his older brother glide into the room following a rather attractive if gaunt young woman. lifting his head and shifting his weight to the side so he could semi-face his brother, he raised his eyebrows questioningly. "who's your friend?"

although he really hadn't done much other than kidnap a woman with quite a price on her head and was about to become not only quite a bit wealthier but also much more powerful, connor had had a long night. he hadn't gotten any sleep, and although he could go days without so much as a nap, he was feeling the sleep deprivation today. he hated getting older. now he understood even more why his father had some days where he'd been a dick without an explanation. wiping a hand over his face as the car pulled to a stop inside one of the several garages adjacent to the seemingly rundown warehouse where he kept his headquarters, he forced himself to man-up. sometimes he felt so weak, and he hated himself for it. he'd been living a hard life since he was a toddler, but that wasn't an excuse. he had to keep going no matter the cost.

opening the door and sliding out of the car, he opened the back door and hauled his prize up to her feet. he hadn't bothered handcuffing or binding her because she'd come willing. something about her willingness made him feel... what was it? a bit of amnesty toward her? he wasn't sure. he just didn't feel it was necessary. pushing her toward the warehouse, he urged her inside with his chest close to her back, preventing her from going too far outside of where he wanted her to go. his hand slid out of his pocket and went to her waist in a gesture which could have been sexual if it wasn't for the situation and the lack of mood. he squeezed her slender hip harshly, turning her as they followed his hulking body guard into the main living area of the home. the tv blared something stupid - typical of his little brother's taste - and as they entered, lennox turned to look at them, the usual condescending look on his face. connor sneered at him but kept silent as lennox questioned him. with a dark smile, he looped his arm around the girl's waist and tightly cinched her into his side as if he was dating her instead of holding her hostage. lennox could never understand affairs of war - or potential war - like he did, so there was no need to let the boy in on the full truth of the matter.

"that's none of your business, dickhead," he snapped, albeit lovingly in his own twisted way. releasing lulu's waist, he leaned over the back of the couch and stole the chips from lennox and riley, taking a few and tossing the empty bag toward the trash can in the kitchen nearby. looking at his russian trinket, he smiled slightly at her in the way a wolf would smile at a lamb just before making it his dinner. "if you're tired, my bed's open... for now," he commented with a wink. he heard lennox snort derisively from the couch, attempting to disguise the noise as clearing his throat, but he ignored him. he didn't need approval from his prick of a younger brother; he was connor selwyn. he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

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done! // lulu, connor, and lennox
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