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Valentine’s voice remained a sturdy unmoving rock for her stuttered replies to crash into. Ultimately it was her choice, he knew, there was a line and he was toeing it. Hell, maybe the line was already crossed when he’d put her in a corner uncaring for the consequences for her. He’d stopped caring about lines and rules a long time ago.

“No,” He stopped when they reached his car, the unassuming grey vehicle had seen better days – worn and as tired as Val seemed to look at times. “You’re not.” The Commander held the door open for her, an elbow rested on the edge. He eyed Charlotte for a long time, a muscle twitching on the side of his jaw like he was going back and forth on his own resolve: “You have a choice here. I can drop you off at your apartment, and you go on however you feel like. Or you can let me take care of everything and I’ll be off your hair within the hour then we’ll be even.”

Once they reached the car Lottie was frozen to the spot. He was right and she knew it but her last scene had been greatly lacking in much of anything and she was suffering badly. Still to allow him to help her seemed like treachery in so many ways. She could still feel his grip on her wrist, the way his touch felt so demanding made her almost weak and as he stared at her the desire to drop to her knees was becoming almost overwhelming.

The offer was there, would her pride stop her taking it? She swallowed deeply before replying with a breathless edge, “Yes Sir, take care of me.” Looking up with her big dark eyes almost pleading silently for him to make this better for her however he could.

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Something ate at his chest when Charlotte’s gaze shifted up finding his – wide eyes, stubborn with unshed tears. Guilt was not a feeling that crept easily in Valentine. Too much time spent in the Watch can make a man numb and he’s had his fair share of seeing reality for the ugly bitch that it was, to be soft now.

He felt pity. Pity for how small she seemed and helpless and guilt that he’d chosen to send her to do his bidding with threats to keep her on a chain. Valentine’s grip tightened around her wrist and only now did it occur to him to pay attention to how delicate that too felt in his grip. How easy his fingers lapped over one another.

He pulled her over, “You need to submit, Charlotte. Come on. I’ll get you home. I’m with my personal car.”

Lottie’s chest felt tight the longer he kept her there. The strong grip, the tall figure, her automatic responses – it would all be too easy to close her eyes and imagine the scene was elsewhere and for an entirely different purpose but then her eyes glanced around and she recalled instantly where she was and why and an entirely different feeling gripped her, one of fear.

She began to pull again but his fingers didn’t yield, if anything they tightened more and a fleeting thought of was she going to have a bruise to remember the event from crossed her mind. Totally trapped she was beginning to fear he was going to go back on his word and issue her another task as he tugged her but what he actually said made her jaw drop and she began to stutter. “What? ….No…..no I’m….. fine.” Her mind was whirling as he marched her along, with no option but to go with him. Was he going to drop her at the brothel? But then he had said he would drop her home so was this another of his tricks to just get into her home without a warrant. The petite girl just didn’t know what to think but that firm grip that didn’t seem to ease up continued to excite and calm her in a way she knew it shouldn’t.

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Valentine’s grip tightened, same as any other bondage when you tested it – it bit into the skin. His gaze turned sharp on her when she answered.

“My office is always exhausted.” The Commander stated – overworked and thin stretched as well. The air from his word tufted white balls in the cool air. He could tell she was nervous, anxious that someone might see, someone might ruin all the sneaking she’d done for his sake and tattle on her. A part of him wanted to point out that this was her own doing. But he looked at her and saw a mirror, sights that Valentine was a little too familiar with – the shaking fingers, sleepless nights and: “Headache?” He stated, more than asked.

There was something about the way his grip tightened that excited her. The feeling she knew and enjoyed but the battle inside her to push those thoughts and feelings away. She squirmed a little more, almost testing his grip rather than truly pull away although given the difference in size and strength she was on a losing battle anyway.

“Yes,” she blurted out at the question. “But I have exams coming up. My stress levels are sky high.” She looked at him with wide eyes tinged with red. Why did she keep feeling the need to justify her answers she wondered but with no conclusive answer.

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He was still in the office, working when Charlotte’s message lit up the screen of his phone. A time and place, nothing more. Valentine stared for a long while at the one sentence before he deleted it and went back to work. His office – the only window on the whole floor still alight, and it remained that way until morning. Until there was no need for the light.

Valentine rubbed cold fingers into his eyes, changed his shirt and tossed on a jacket before walking out of the building. The park wasn’t close, but the walk and the fresh coffee woke him up enough that by the time he sat on a bench waiting for the girl to show, the usual soreness was gone.

When Charlotte walked over, Valentine’s attention fixed on the paper fist. Taking the slip of paper, the Commander didn’t miss the shake of Charlotte’s fingers. He grabbed her wrist to keep her in place while he unfolded the note, checking the name. Valentine gave a single unsurprised nod.

“Your name won’t come up in the reports.” He assured Lottie, tucking the written note in his pocket. A pause chopped the Commander’s words as he took the girl’s looks: “Tired?”

She turned to go, huffing softly as his grip held her in place. Surprised that she could feel herself on the verge of tears at the action Lottie had to work hard to keep them at bay her gaze stuck firm on the solitary piece of paper. As he tucked the paper away she was ready to bolt, not entirely sure that she trusted his word. His question however surprised her enough that she answered immediately, “Yes.” Annoyed with her admittance she shrugged, “It’s a busy time of year, I’m sure half your office are exhausted too.” Lottie tried to pull her hand away. She really couldn’t be seen here with him, tongues would wag far too much.

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Lottie’s visit to the lab which Morena arranged had gone well and while she had got what she needed she learned a lot too. It was never an area she had been interested in but seeing the potential made her question both her own choices and her original reason for going. However she was quite sure the commander was not going to let up on her until he got what he wanted and after several agonising days she decided just to get it over with. Sending him a message with only a time and place she prepared a piece of paper carefully, no trace of her own handwriting and bearing a single name.

After a sleepless night and with her nerves jangling all through her classes Lottie made her way to the park after her final lecture. She saw him waiting and walked over. Her gloved hands were shaking as she handed him the slip of paper, pausing only long enough to tell him, “I’ve kept my side, you keep yours.”

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Lottie’s words went ignored, Val steered the car past the
stoplight without as much as giving her an indication he’s heard her sudden
input.

He put out the engine one street off Lottie’s address. Valentine reached over
pulling the door open at her side: “You’re in some deep shit, Charlotte. Think about
going a different way with your life. Go on now. We’ll keep in touch.”

Lottie’s anxiety levels were rising as he got closer to her home. No doubt there was any number of people all too willing to tell Oz or Spencer that she had been dropped off by the commander and turn up the pressure on her. Surprisingly that didn’t seem to be his aim and he stopped far enough away that she could slip away hopefully unnoticed.

Holding her breath as he leaned over she let it out again as he opened her door and she moved to undo her belt. His words made her body tense again and she wanted to point out just how good she was at what she did – but since that would get her in more trouble she just let the words hang as she reached for her bag. Climbing out of the car she leaned back in for a second. “Fuck you,” she spat out before slamming the door and walking away without a backward glance though her heart was racing.

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He could see it her eyes, the very moment those same walls
Lottie had raised crumbled into nothing. She seemed to curl into herself without
moving, appearing smaller, younger. And Valentine might have felt pity, years
ago, when he was a younger man.

“Yeah.” He nodded in agreement when she turned away, “That’s
a good girl.”

She rolled her eyes at the reflection in the mirror though the words of praise filled her with a warmth she rarely felt. As he drove her head gradually turned back round until she could watch him from the corner of her eye. The streets grew nearer to her home and it was still disconcerting when she considered the fact he had her address memorised along with goodness knows what else. “You can drop me here thanks,” she blurted out as he stopped at a red light and the sudden thought that her neighbours would see her being brought home by the Watch commander.

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Valentine’s smile was a brief look in the rear view mirror as
he adjusted it slightly.

“Can’t I?” A gruff chuckle left the Commander, as Lottie
counted off reason after reason building a wall of safety to secure her own
comforts. “And what exactly would CCTV show, Charlotte?” He asked driving the
car into a pause at the red light, Valentine tossed on hand over the back of
her seat and turned to fix the girl with a stare. “You walking into my car all
by yourself? Do you really want your Lord to find about that footage? ” His
brow arched with the question. “Because it doesn’t put you in a favorable position
to be in.”

For a moment she truly thought she had the upper hand but as he unravelled each point she made, especially the thought of Oz seeing the CCTV footage, she realised just how easy she had made it for him. Staring back at him for a moment she shrank a fraction in her seat. “No Sir,” she suddenly replied quietly and turning her head away from him to look out the passenger window.

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In lieu of answering Valentine slammed the door in the girl’s
face, circling the car to get in his seat. The Commander folded the glasses off
his face and tossed the pair on the dashboard, leaning over the girl to reach
for her seat belt and force it in place.

“I don’t actually.” Valentine answered looking up once the click. You had to start cutting off
fingers to get results and he, for one, was the kind of man that would always
reach for the knife when he needed to. “I expect you to be difficult until you
get smart. Question is, how far are you going to force my hand until you get
smart?” Valentine pushed Lottie’s address in the GPS driving off the sidewalk.

Slamming the door in her face was one thing but when he leaned over and fastened her belt her heart began to speed up as her mind raced over where this was going. On edge Lottie watched his every move, his words taking longer to sink in as she realised he had put her address in his GPS, her address that he clearly already knew from memory.

“You can’t actually do anything to me,” she said brazenly after a moment, a slight waver to her voice. “Half my class saw you talking to me, there’s CCTV of you forcing me into your car. If I wanted to I could have you charged with kidnapping because I quite clearly am not coming with you by my own free will and…and you have my address memorised and in your car’s system.” Quite what she was trying to get at she had no idea beyond making it clear she knew, or at least doubted he could seriously hurt her.

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Valentine watched the rather elaborate eye roll the
submissive gave him, looks like that that weren’t hidden usually meant she was
well aware of the consequences. His hand landed on the nape of her neck. A
friendly gesture if it wasn’t for the tightness of Val’s grip.

“Follow me.” He led her to the car, holding the front door
open with an expectant look. “I’m guessing by the looks you are giving me you’ve
nothing to tell me.”

Lottie shivered as his hand gripped her neck, annoyed at herself for the way her stomach flipped at the firm touch. She had to close her eyes for a second and take a deep breath to remind herself that this was not a good thing.

She hesitated only for a split second at the instruction. After all she had no doubt he would either just arrest her again as appeared to be his trademark or, and she hated to even consider it was a possibility, he might actually go to the dean. Lottie slid into the seat, her body tensing at the remark before she was back to full attitude. “You don’t honestly expect me to rat out the Montagues? I’d be signing my own death warrant,” she exclaimed, her expression cocky but her eyes betrayed a hint of the fear she felt every time she considered the consequences.