That has to have been the best sex I've had in a long time. Ricky and I were both satisfied, as well as tired. We weren't in the mood to kill anyone else. So, we poked around the nurses' station while waiting on the others. There wasn't much to do other than talk. Ricky started scrolling through the patient log, like there was really anything entertaining about that!

"What do you want to do when we get home?" I asked him, resting my hands along the desk behind me.

Ricky sat in a chair with his legs up on the desk. He replied, "Take a shower, again, and go to bed."

We both had taken a quick rinse in one of the hospital showers, but we could use about ten more. Blood does not come out of hair easily.

I took one of my hands and walked two of my fingers up his leg, "Maybe we could take a shower together."

"I'm too tired for a second round." He chuckled, but his laugh stopped short.

I stared in him in concern, "What's wrong?"

Ricky's eyes lingered on the page in front of him. He suddenly hopped up, setting the log book down and running off. Some thought hit him quickly. I ran after him, trying my best to keep up even though I didn't know where he was going. We turned into a corridor full of patient rooms. The majority of them had been thrown open.

He headed straight to one room and ran in through the open door. I heard Ricky yell at someone, and as I turned the corner, I saw him shove Chris into a table in the room. He fell over it, crashing hard on the ground and letting go of the girl he had in his grasp. With me in the doorway, she couldn't run out. She didn't seem like she wanted to though. Instead she jumped back on the bed and started to crawl away from us.

Ricky reached for her cautiously, "It's okay, I'm not going to let him hurt you. Reese, please."

I walked over to Chris, but continuously kept glancing back at him as he treated this girl with care. "You okay?" I asked him as I looked him over.

Chris pushed himself up into a sitting position. He sighed, "Yeah, but what the fuck is going on?"

After some convincing, Ricky got the girl to come into his arms. He hugged her and was smiling sweetly to her. What the fuck?

"I'd like to know that too." I replied, standing up, "Babe? Do you mind explaining?"

He looked back at me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be such an asshole, but when I saw her name on the nurse's log, I didn't want anything to happen to her. This is my sister, Reese."

I saw the resemblance once he said that. Her hair was blond though, which I can only assume is Ricky's natural color. It had a bit of a light curl to it, falling just bellow her shoulders. Everything else was a feminine copy of Ricky's features.

"Why is she here? In Washington?" I questioned, "I thought your family was back in Scranton."

"No, I grew up in Seattle. I moved to Scranton for my schooling. They have one of the best police academies in the country." He replied.

I looked over at Chris. He was glaring at this girl, but darted his eyes to me when he felt my stare. He let out a sigh and said nothing more. We have quite the luck when it comes to running into people, now don't we? I didn't doubt his story. I was just wondering why he never told me he grew up here. Guess I'm not the only one keeping family secrets too?

"I'm sorry. I think we got off on a bad start." I said.

"You could say that." Chris muttered, "Sorry. I would've never tried to kill you if I knew you were Ricky's sister. Does she know about... you?"

Ricky glanced down at the speechless girl, "I'd be concerned if she didn't. Someone has told you, right?"

"That you're on America's Most Wanted list? Yeah, yeah a few people mentioned it." She sassed him.

He snickered, "Well, you have two options. You know too much. So either I have to kidnap you, or you can come with us willingly."

"Bonus option is one of us kills you but I don't think any of us want that option." I added.

"I guess I'll come with you. It's either that or I go back to the jailhouse." Reese said.

Ricky's eyes flickered, "Why were you there in the first place?"

She shrugged, "Crime runs in the family?"

"We should hurry up and get out of here." Chris interjected.

"Take her to the van. Chris and I will finish up here." I told him. I walked towards him and stole a kiss, "Be safe."

"You too, Babe." He replied, "C'mon kid. We're not done talking about this either."

"Oh, it's okay for you to murder hundreds of people but I can't steal a pair of jeans from Hot Topic." She griped as she followed him out of the room.

Great, we already have a packed house. She better not get in the way of Ricky and I's person time. She looked way younger than him and I got the sense that she was a bit of a baby. Maybe Ricky just treated her that way. Maybe we'll put her to use. She could clean the cellar for us so we don't have to take turns. Or, I'm sure Ricky would love an assistant. Perhaps we can find some use for her.

Chris and I cleared out the rest of the remaining patients on the floor. It took us about fifteen minutes. About the time we were finishing up, Balz found us and told us that Ryan was done collecting all that he needed. On the walk out, we explained the whole sister situation to the others. As we walked towards the van, the building behind us burst up in flames. I jumped only a little. Mostly, I was used to this kind of destruction. I glanced back at the hospital ablaze. The fire was truly beautiful. I assume Vinny's handy work.

"So?" Chris started out as we walked to the van across the parking lot.

"So?" Vinny questioned, looking up at him.

"So did you kill someone?" He asked impatiently.

Vinny set his sights forward, "Yeah." He muttered.

"Why don't you sound happy about it?" Chris pouted.

"Sometimes the addiction takes a while to set in." I replied, "Once it does though, the gilt will go away."

We reached our van. The back doors were open, and I saw the shit ton of medical equipment stacked inside. Ryan really got himself a haul. The only problem is, it was obvious there wasn't enough room for all of us.

Ricky sat on one of the benches with a smirk, "Looks like you're going to have to sit on my lap, princess." He teased me.

I hoisted myself inside, "I will cut you if you ever call me that again."

"But you're my princess." He joked and wrapped his arm around my waist as I sat on his legs.

"Don't push it." I sneered, "You already have one injury. You don't need another."

"Whatever you say, Kitten." Ricky softly pecked my lips with a snicker.

Chris got in the driver's seat. Balz sat down in the passenger seat with Ryan-Ashley in his lap, and Vinny squished between the three. Ryan sat in the back with us and Reese. I understand he wants to sit back here to keep a better eye on the equipment, but he's such a grump about love. He sat across from us on the opposite bench, while Reese sat on the ground by his feet.

Ryan stared at us, disgusted by our affection, "How does Princess bother you, but Kitten doesn't?"

I wrapped my arm around Ricky's neck and boasted a smile, "Because he's my Daddy."

"Gross." Reese scowled.

"I know." Ryan added.

"Hey, hey, I saved your ass from getting choked to death tonight." Ricky spoke as he pointed at his sister. Then he moved his hand towards Ryan, "And you just got a shit ton of advancements because of us. Be thankful. Both of you."

"Yes, mom." His sister snit with crossed arms.

I heard Ricky sigh in my ear. His breath dusted my skin. I turned over to him with a evil look, "You know, Babe, I was thinking. Everyone has their own job at the house. You've got cop knowledge and Vinny has mob knowledge so you guys protect us and clean up our tracks. Ryan knows medicine well, so he takes care of us when we're sick and shit. Chris cooks all the meals, Ryan-Ashley fixes our clothes when we fuck them up. I catch all the prey, and Balz makes sure we always have good weapons. So it's not fair to the rest of us is Reese does nothing."

"Not fair! You kidnapped me!" She protested in typical teen fashion.

"He's right." Ricky told her. He combed some of my hair behind my ear, "What do you suggest, my dear?"

"We need someone to clean the house. Especially the cellar." I suggested.

"Everything but the cellar." Ryan scoffed, "I'm not letting some teenage snot touch my equipment."

"Hey!" Reese gawked.

I rolled my eyes, "Then why don't you start teaching her some things? You know, incase something ever happens to you and we're left without someone with medical knowledge?"

He looked down at her sitting on the van floor and seethed a groan. "I'll think about it."

Oh, I'm sure he'll come around. He's just been a bit grumpy lately. He needs to get laid or something. I know that it helps me to have a release once and a while. And with Ricky around, it's a lot more than once and a while. We like our sex, in case you haven't noticed. We have had it pretty rough too, but I do want more. I'll wait until his arm heals up enough for that. Who knows too! Ricky might not be into whips and chains.

I hope he is though. So far, he's been near perfect. Our relationship is more than I ever thought it'd be. I look forward to falling asleep and waking up next to him every day and night. Killing with him is such a rush too. I always just want as much of him as he's willing to give.