David smirked, ignoring the sounds from downstairs. "You're still not forgiven," he said. "I never will..."

"Fair enough." Elias smirked. "Tell me something, do you know how I came to be in Hawthorne's possession?"

David smirked. "He bought you," he said. "You and this house." He looked over him. "Though I think he paid to much."

Elias rolled his eyes. "I was to hang the morning after, but he bought me with two large sacks of silver."

David rolled his eyes. "What point are you trying to make? That we should spare him?"

"None. Just trying to make conversation."

David rolled his eyes, then looked up as the door opened again and Montagne came in. He smirked seeing David in Hawthorne's seat. "You are defiantly your mother's son," he said, then spread his arms as David ran into his arms.

Elias smiled. "Cute..."

Montagne smirked as he came over to Elias. "Have fun with my toy?" He pushed the dagger sheath further into Elias.
David smirked, sitting on the bed. "Not really," he said. "I found one of my own. Did you really fuck Hawthorne? He hardly seems your type."

"Yup. He did." Elias replied. "Told me all about it about a week after he bought me."

Montagne grabbed Elias's hair and pulled his head back. "Learn to stay silent Wench," he growled, then pulled his arm band off and used it to gag Elias. "He was a good piece of ass," he said, pulling on Elias's cock. "He took it as more."
David smirked as he watched his father play with Elias. "He is hot..." he said, then looked up as more gunshots were heard.
"Last clean up," Montagne said, pulling the sheath out of Elias's ass and pressing his fingers inside. "We out number Hawthorne's men now."

Elias nodded, and thrusted his hips back.

((If you wanna have Hawthorne come back you can.))

Montagne smirked and teased one of Elias's nipples. "Very nice," he purred as he stretched his ass.

Hawthorne slammed the door open, panting and grunting. He turned around, and smirked. "Well, well, well... What have we here?" He closed the door.

David stood and came over to Hawthorne, acting a bit panicked. "I was wrong," he said, wrapping his arm around Hawthorne's shoulders.
Montagne growled at Hawthorne. "You that angry at me, take my only son from me?"

"I'm not angry." Hawthorne replied. "May I point out that he wanted me?"

Montagne's eyes narrowed. "You dare..." he growled.
David slide his hand down Hawthorne's back. "Oh come father," he taunted. "You had him once." David pressed against Hawthorne like a showgirl. "You can't share?"

Hawthorne smirked, and felt the muscles in David's back. "He's a pretty good one."

David chuckled as he played with Hawthorne's belt.
"Are you sure you aren't just replacing me with my son?" Montagne asked as he stepped forward.

"I'm sure." Hawthorne replied. "Are you sure you're not replacing me with that slut?" He gestured to Elias.

Montagne shook his head, chuckling as he teased Elias's asshole. "Ah but I had no feelings for you so I guess you're right, one slut for another."

Hawthorne shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me anymore, anyway."

David looked at him and shook his head.
Montagne laughed. "Then why all of this?" he asked as he motioned around. "Kidnapping my son. Why keep fighting me then?"

"It did matter to me, once." Hawthorne replied. "But not anymore. I really have no concern about you."

David smirked, placing the pistol against his back. ""Then its back to business as usual father," he said as he pulled Hawthorne's sword out and put it to his neck. "You were a nice fuck but my loyalties will always be with my crew."

"Little traitor!" Hawthorne growled. He kicked out behind him, hitting David right in between the legs.

David groaned and stumbled back. Montagne pulled his swords out and charged towards Hawthorne.

Hawthorne pulled David in front of him, and pointed a pistol at the boy's temple. "One step, he dies. Could you live with yourself?"

Montagne froze, anger blaring in his eyes. David's body tensed as he growled before driving his blade into Hawthorne's leg.

Hawthorne gave a scream, and fell to the ground, dropping the gun. "You fucking whore! Betraying bastard!"

David kicked the gun away and grabbed Hawthorne's arm, pinning it behind his back. "You calling me a whore when you easily opened your legs for me," he growled in his ear.

Hawthorne headbutted David. "You were a shitty lover, did you know that?"

David gripped harder as he growled from the pain. "Oh just shut up," he said as he grabbed the other arm.

"Piss off." Hawthorne growled.

David smirked and pushed against the stab wound. "Oh but here's the thing Hawthorne," he purred. "Now you are never going to be rid of me."

Hawthorne screamed in agony. "What are you talking about?"

Montagne chuckled as he went over and caressed Elias's ass. "He means you're going to find out what it means to be a true wench Hawthorne," he said as he teased Elias's asshole.
David smiled and tied Hawthorne's hands together, then threw him on the bed.

"Wha... What? Get your hands off me!"

David smirked as he cut off his clothes, then wrapped the stab wound up. "You'll learn to enjoy it soon enough."

"I can just call Fry in here. He'll stop you. Do you know what it's like to be hanged? It's not a nice way to die. You scream, and you choke and you soil your pants." Hawthorne growled.

Elias rolled his eyes. "David killed Fry a second ago."