She had thought she was safe in her little hiding place but had been proven wrong when she felt someone behind her. As tightly as she could, she grasped Ericâ€™s knife and remained as still as possible, ready to strike. But before she had the chance to counter a man held a large knife under her throat and held her by the waist in a restraint. Her eyes widened at his voice as so many memories began to flood her mind. Knowing better than to struggle Kat had no choice but to follow her once good friendâ€™s orders as he lead her to the room she and Eric had been staying in the past two nights. This angered her, making her feel like he was mocking her, then again that would not be surprising. He wasâ€¦ well maybe she didnâ€™t know anymore. She couldnâ€™t think too clearly right now either as thoughts of how she was going to get back to Eric still swam in her mind.<br/><br/>If only she could warn himâ€¦ she knew she could not leave him there much longer. The last thing she needed was to lose the trust that she had built up with him these past few days. And she was going to do whatever she could to keep her word. She could get out of this.<br/><br/>Kat did her best to be as stubborn as ever as they handcuffed her to the chair, kicking one of the men in the face though it resulted in a slap across the jaw. It took her a moment to recover from that before she looked into the eyes of the man who had captured her. She had to admit that he had aged well and part of her wished the feelings she had felt for him would have lasted if it werenâ€™t for his personality. Kat smirked at him and spit in his face, not saying a word, her heart beating rapidly as she felt extremely nervous. As much as she wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing here she knew better than to press her luck. This man was dangerous and she knew his reputation quite well, given what she knew pressing her luck was not an option here.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she would remain true to her own job and not reveal any information. She was not about to let her partner downâ€¦ but then again maybe they could storm in and save him if she could not? No, she knew Riddick better than that. It was a plan that would plummet to the ground in failure befire it even took flight. They may have already searched the room â€“and hell they probably have her rifle as wellâ€¦ that would not be god considering the parts used to make the gun were illegal. Shit- but she decided they would not get anything out of her. Years ago she would have been putty in his hands but now those days were gone.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Start anewâ€¦ Yes, Ryan was enjoying the sound of that. He looked at Ericâ€™s hand as he rubbed it gently with a look of satisfaction. There was nothing Ryan wanted more than to have this man by his side; those gorgeous eyes captivated him the moment he had gazed into them. So much in fact that Ryan did not sleep well the other night with so much on his mind between Thomas and so many other things. It was tough running a criminal gang and he needed help. Eric would be so perfect for the job. He stood from the couch and patted him down gently to be sure that there were no weapons and he had been telling the truth. There was a great urge to feel the man up, which he allowed to slip out just a bit, but he controlled himself. He couldnâ€™t help it, the man was justâ€¦ gorgeous. However the sudden change of heart had him a bit on edge and he kept his defense up a bit.<br/><br/>There was great satisfaction when he found there was nothing. It was then at that moment where he looked deeper into the manâ€™s eyes and smiled. â€œEric,â€ he said, almost as if a completely different person had taken over him, â€œYou donâ€™t have to worry about anything anymore, gorgeous. We will rule this city together. The other gangs wonâ€™t know what hit them.â€ He sat back on the couch, closer to Eric this time to where he was but a few inches from his face. Ryan did not stop however, moving in closer to where their noses touched, when the door suddenly flew open and one of his men came in half out of breath.<br/><br/>â€œS-sir! We have word that Gendahl fleet is definitely in the area!â€ The man said in a panicked tone, muttering an apology for disturbing him.<br/><br/>With that same livid look from earlier Ryanâ€™s demeanor immediately switched back to the authoritative, serious man of business he had been moments ago. His expression turned grim with panic of his own and he could feel his heart racing. Quickly, he got off of Eric and stood before the man, glaring at him. â€œThatâ€™s impossibleâ€¦â€ he said, pacing the room a bit. â€œHow could they have found me so easily?â€ Ryan looked back to his goon, â€œWhere have they been seen?â€<br/><br/>â€œAll over the damn place, sir! Theyâ€™ve captured some, of our men! Oh God! Theyâ€™re like rounding us up like cattle! Youâ€™ve got to do something about it!â€<br/><br/>But Ryan knew he couldnâ€™t. When you were a notorious gangster and a murderer you get a lot of enemies. A lot of those enemies happened to be certain fleets, like Shalona and Gendahl. The truth was, while he was a gangster who had been exiled, he was still in hiding. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking hands, making sure to speak as calmly as possible, â€œGather the remaining men but be careful not to draw attention; whatever you do make sure they donâ€™t know Iâ€™m aware of their presence. On the other hand if fighting breaks out then donâ€™t hesitate to let loose.â€ He looked back to Eric, â€œAs for you, gorgeous, youâ€™re staying here with me. There isnâ€™t a doubt in my mind that they wonâ€™t hesitate to kill you as well.â€