"This is Marcus," I hear the deep voice rumble through the phone. The voice I had wanted to forget.

"Marcus," I spoke sweetly, rolling my eyes silently to myself.

"My beautiful Tris," I could hear the smirk through the phone, "are you calling to accept my offer?"

"I want to know what exactly your offer is, and I want to know who in the fuckCaleb hired."

"Come to Chicago, I will explain everything."

"I have a phone for a reason, Marcus, talk. Now."

I hear a heavy sigh from the other end of the line.

"My offer, I want you and Eric back and working for me, I know you two have emotions for one another, and I have been surprisingly convinced by Tobias, that the relationship would be a great asset to us."

"You've always said emotions get in the way of the job."

"So they do...with you and Eric it is very different, you two thrive off of each other, you make it a game to beat one another, but work as a team in the same sense."

"Cut to the chase Marcus," I say sounding annoyed and looking out over the window of my apartment.

"Five hundred thousand each if you take down Caleb, no hesitation this time."

"Who in the hell is after me."

Those numbers might be talking.

"A Russian mob out of New York...Caleb hired them after he spoke with me, he felt he needed more protection, which is why I sent the team to you. I accepted Calebs offer, but as you know, he's still a target and you are like family, Tris, I wouldn't dare let anything happen to you."

"I didn't know you cared so much, Marcus," I say slowly listening the lock on my door click.

I slowly walk to my closet and pull a case from the top shelf and open it revealing the dart sim gun.

"Do we have a deal."

"I'll be in Chicago in three days time," I say while loading darts into the gun, "Goodbye Marcus."

I hang up the phone and listen to the heavy footsteps approaching slowly.

I hear the footsteps stop at my bedroom door. Now or never, Tris. I smirk and move quickly from my cover in the closet and shoot twice, barely missing the side of Erics head.

He takes cover behind the wall outside the doorway.

"You haven't lost your touch I see," he calls out to me, I can't tell by the sound in his voice he is smirking.

"Decided to let yourself in," I ask from my kneeling position beside my dresser.

"Always baby," Eric replies as a dart zips past my head and lodges into the wall.

I take two deep breaths and roll from behind my dresser, shooting at Eric as I dive behind my bed.

I hear him groan in pain.

Ha! Got you!

"You ok there, baby, you sound like you're in pain," I call out, laughing to myself.

"Fuck you," he says groaning.

I laugh out loud at him.

"That's not very nice," I peek from around my bed to see him slowly walking into my room and to the cover of my closet.

"You're brave," I smirk.

When I lose sight of him for a second I dart to the door and into the living room, diving behind the couch just in time to miss the three darts that fly past me.

"Fast little vixen," he chuckles. Two more darts fly past and I hear the click of his empty gun.

"Wasted your bullets, as always," I chuckled and stand up to shoot but get knocked back down by a freight train of a man.

"Mm, distracted. As always," he chuckles as he straddles my hips and holds my down.

I make quick work of headhunting him and rolling out of the way and he groans rabbi his eyebrow.

"Jesus, Tris," he groans again, "who taught you that?"

"You did," I smirk and get into my fighting stance, he's blocking the way to my still loaded gun.

He notices the weapon laying on the ground and we both make a move to get to it first.

Eric is faster this time, just as I slide to get to it, he has landed in a kneeling position and grabs me, holding the dart gun to my head.

We stare at each other for a few long second before he finally speaks again, "you're so beautiful."

"You're cheating," I sneer.

Another smirk crosses Erics features and he drops the gun before trapping my face in his hand and roughly kisses me.

It doesn't take long before I lean into the kiss and deepen it.

"You and I will be taking Marcus' offer," he whispers as he breaks away.

"And then what," I whisper back.

"We do what we do. And you marry me."

I feel my eyes widen.

"What did you just say?"

"I said marry me, Tris."

I feel my heart rate quicken.

"Are you serious?"

"I've waited long enough, Tris. Be my wife. When all of this bullshit is over, and we can leave, we can go over seas and work there, or fucking retire."

"Ok."

"Ok, what does that pertain to?"

"I'll marry your ass."

"Good."

Eric kisses me again and pins me to the ground before devouring my neck.

We don't make it far before the front door is kicked open and bullets begin to rain through the air.