“Three of us and only one of you. You really think you could get all three of us if we touch him? Besides, we won’t hurt him. He’s too useful for that.” One of them stated, arms going around Seth’s waist with a smirk on his lips knowing Elliot couldn’t shoot him without hurting Seth. “I’d love to use him in ways you could never imagine.” His smirk widened, licking his lips. “Too bad I’m not able to do that right now.” He moved to press a kiss against Seth’s cheek. “But once we’re back, I might just be the one to break him for leaving.”
Elliot felt a surge of confidence when the one speaking didn’t realize who he was. Which meant they were only there for Seth, and likely very low level among the family he and Seth had fled. The family still believed he was dead. His lips curved and he gave a smirk. He growled as the one talking kissed Seth, giving a light chuckle. “You know, for a second I thought they’d sent someone smart. Someone who knew what to expect. It would have made this at least a little more fun.” he said, taking another step forward. “But you’re just a group of low level junkies looking to impress big boss with bringing back one person.” He let his eyes flicker beneath the dim lights so Seth could see them – just a trick of the light to the three attackers – and moved to strike, two shots into one as he vanished and snapped the neck of the other before appearing behind the one holding Seth, blade pressed hard against his back. “See, taking back both of us would have been better for you. But now you have one chance to rethink your choice or I’ll cut you down like the scum you are and I won’t even blink.” he said in a dangerous tone. “Let. Him. Go. Now.”
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