Who are you?

Name: Aidan Resa Storm

Age: 7 June 1996, 23yrs

Gender: Female

Height: 5'8

Weight: ~170lbs

Address: Classified

School: Private, Classified

Family: Jordan Storm (Father), Elizabeth Storm (Mother), Arnold Storm (brother), Arthur Storm (brother), Parker Storm (Brother)

The basic information flashed in Deirdre's mind as he watched the paint brush move upon the flesh of the women before him. He sat on the stage of his club with a women with long slender legs straddled on his lap. Her head thrown back to expose her chest and flesh to him. Long blond hair collected along her shoulders and back, but it was kept from the canvas the man was working on. Her shirt had been removed to display her breasts and the delicate pink nipples that were slick from being tasted by the man. They held little interest though, and it had given them enough hardness to complete his design.

The women suddenly moved to grind her hips against him causing a low growl to slip from his lips. The heat of her body brushing against his own, yet he had simply lifted his paint brush away from the swirls of design he was working on. The male slightly frowned as he moved the paint brush away and laid it on the plate next to him. On his right side he had a collection of paints; blues, greens, blacks, greys, pinks, purples, yellows, and many more. If a color existed he had placed it there, yet mostly the blues, pinks, and purples had been opened. The male had been inspired to paint moonlight flowers today, however he knew he would have to change the paint to something else for a successful show.

"Stay still." Deirdre commanded the women as he reached up and snatched onto her hair. She gasped as her eyes widened. A seductive smile only glittered her lips as she spoke. "Only if you give me a kiss."

The male grinned slightly at that as he tugged her lips close, but stopped only to allow them brush against each other. "Perhaps later. Now stay still." Despite such a move, the man's eyes never wavered. They remained cold, not amused, and unattached. They looked at her empty, yet that did not stop the women from lazily moving to wrap her arms around his neck. With a huff, he turned away to pick up his brush again. Deirdre begun to swirl the design around her flesh, her neck, up her arms, and finally to her chin. Each tiny movement he glittered it with tiny blue, pink, or purple flowers until the women was designed as a garden. Although, he knew when the lights went out there would be an even bigger design. That of turning her into a fairy.

Deirdre dismissed the women as he turned to the few that were waiting for him. The club was closed and empty, so he did not mind his dancers relaxing at the moment. After all, they would not open today until late. Which meant, he had plenty of time to think. Thus, he allowed his mind wonder as he spoke, "Next."

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The night before Deirdre had been informed by Hunter that Aidan had demanded she wanted to sleep. To both of their surprise, he had agreed to leave her until the morning. He had work to do anyway, including reading the file on his desk regarding her. He had skimmed one, but upon certain facts he had demanded further information. He was impressed that Dexter had gotten the information so fast. Then again, Dexter was a genius when it came to finding information about anyone and anything. It was a trait that kept him his job even if he was highly annoying. Half the time Deirdre wanted to whack him upside the head.

It would have been around 3am when Deirdre had completed his tasks and found himself in Aidan's room. He had no idea how he got there, why, or even what had motivated him to find himself there. He simply knew he found himself burning. His whole body was burning and his scars ached. The rain brought back memories he wished he had forgotten, and more so he hated days like this when his mind kept racing. He have not been able to settle down since he had laid eyes on the women. He could not stop the strange need to find Aidan, to throw her onto her back and strip her bare. He wanted to taste her and allow himself to get lost in her. Yet, as soon as the man found the name Arnold a new emotion came to nip at his soul.

Thus, Deirdre found himself standing above the woman. He had blinked a bit in surprise to see her only wearing a shirt and black lace panties. Her blanket had fallen onto the ground while she curled up in a feral position. Not even her head had found a pillow which left her just laying flat against the plain white sheet. The sight had softened him, but that did not stop him from reaching to place his hand on his belt. He flicked his thumb against his gun that was hidden under his shirt. Pulling it out, he moved to place it pointing at the women's temple. The male's finger slowly moved to slip against the trigger as he frowned. Arnold Storm. It was that name that left him cold as ice. That name that rang in his mind again and again. They were related, and he had guessed why she had come here. He had guessed the instant he found out about their relationship that she was here to find her brother.

"Deirdre."

The name snapped the man out of his trace causing him to speak. "Quiet. You will wake her."

The mafia boss was surprised he had spoke as if he cared. Lowering his gun, he turned to find Hunter standing just outside the door. His eyes narrowed as he frowned deeply. "Why are you pointing a gun at her?" Hunter snapped with little care of who he was speaking to. The boss frowned at such a voice as he glanced back at the sleeping body. She had nuzzled against her arm allowing her hair to fall and tickle her chin. A whimper had left her as she mumbled something, but he could not hear a word she said.

"Her brother is Arnold." Deirdre knew that would be enough of a statement to catch the man by surprise.

"The arms dealer? Does-"

Deirdre interrupted. "No. I doubt she knows anything, but we cannot allow her to roam around by herself. Either we kill her, or we chain her here. Make your choice" The male hesitated at the thought. He was not sure why, but it bothered him. That arms dealer had been a problem which was of course he dealt with. Deirdre could not believe he had overlooked that the man had a sister... a family, and that choked him. He had broken many families before, broken apart homes, dreams and wishes. Why did it bother him so much he had destroyed hers?

"I think we both know the answer to that. You seem to have taken a fancy to her." Hunter chuckled at that and with a wave he walked off. If only the man knew just how much of a fancy Deirdre had taken to her. Signing, the man leaned down and brushed his lips upon her temple just as a tear leaked from her eye.

"Brother." Aidan whimpered catching the mafia boss by surprise. He swallowed thickly and was unable to stop his own sister's memory flashing in his mind. He had long abandoned her but still the memory remained. Deirdre brushed the tear away with his lips as he stood up and turned from her.

"You should have stayed far away pup." With that, the man walked out and closed the door behind him.

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"Mr. McGunner." Hunter's voice snapped Deirdre from his thoughts as he turned his eyes from the women on his lap to him instead. He had been painting the women as a rose, but he had become a bit obsessed with painting the thorns. Thus, he had decided to paint a single rose along her eye. It would fit in rather nicely. Flickering his eyes back and forth between the two he noted that she would be the last one.

"Just a moment." Deirdre declared and moved to finish his design. He had not even acknowledged that Aidan was there nor did he seem to care. He just knew that she was hiding behind Hunter as she trembled nervously. It did not sit well for him. He would have a talk with Hunter later on to make sure he understood that Aidan was his property, and only his property.

Aidan had come down because she knew she would have to face what she had done. She had not only slapped the man, but she had dumped wine upon his white shirt. She had no doubt just how expensive it was, and she feared greatly that he would find someway to get even. She never thought he would send someone to collect her, give her a place to stay, and that place would be in a strip club. She had been shocked when they walked up to what appeared to be a candy store. She had loved the sight of the screeching raven sign that had 'Nevermore' written as if the raven was speaking. It was cute, yet the red eyes of the bird told her there was something sinister. When walking in from the candy store, she soon found out she should have known better.

Aidan took the moment to glance around the space she was standing it. The area was empty and bright. It would seem that the club was closed at the moment, and it made her wonder if it was anything like Slender. Watching Deirdre on the stage she guessed it was not even close. She had to admit she was curious what it was like when the lights were off and the music was moving people's bodies. It was not long before she felt a nudge of a hand.

"Pup." Aidan snapped her head around and looked in the direction of the man who was waving her over. Deirdre was smirking as his eyes darkened. She stiffened at the sight of him sitting there while he popped the different paints closed. He had gotten a good amount on both of his hands and a bit on his shirt. She noted he was wearing a black shirt today that came down to his elbows. It was tight fitting and low cut to display his neckline. His pants were simple jeans, but he had no shoes on. He had no socks for that matter. He had unkempt hair that laid down his shoulders, his back, and collected where ever it wished. A smear of blue paint rested along his cheek where he had brushed his hair back, which only made him that more intimidating.

For some reason though, she was not afraid. Deirdre was just lazing around and almost looked... human. He had leaned back and tilted his head as he watched her. In fact, he looked as if he was a big kitten wanting to just play, but she knew better. He had something in mind. Hunter chuckled and pushed her softly again. "You better go otherwise he might come get you himself."

To her surprise, Deirdre chuckled lightly at that. "He's right, and I tend to not be so gentle." Aidan huffed at that and stood up taller. She walked over to him slowly, confidently, but the closer she got the more nervous she was. Thus, she stopped right at the couch by the stage.

"What do you w-?" Aidan never got to finish before an arm hooked upon her waist and yanked her forward. She slammed against hard muscle only to be lifted up onto a warm lap. Her legs had been kicked apart to straddle which caused her to snap her head up. Thus, once more she came face to face with those breath taking blue eyes. Those eyes that reminded her so much of the ocean.. of freedom, and yet again softened before her. The eyes that reflected amusement and a strange sorrow that made her shutter at their sight. Thus, she placed a hand upon his chest to steady herself as he leaned forward.

Warm lips brushed her own causing her cheeks to burn. They were soft, softer than she imagined. Aidan did not get a chance to speak on it though as Deirdre whispered. "Now then, lets talk."