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Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall of a Wild West Outlaw (BBVD&MisaLaVan)

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Joren moved back slightly whenever Isabella sat on the chair wanting to make absolute sure that she didn’t accidentally bump into his wound because it was still painful being the fresh wound that it was which was understandable. He had been shot multiple times over the years of being an outlaw but still it fucking hurt like a bitch to be shot. He watched as Isabella did exactly what he had told her to do so she could get a shot and not be nervous. Then within seconds the sound of a gunshot rang out breaking the silence with ease and the bullet propelled its way toward the target a few yards off. “Ivan would you have Vladimir bring me that target please” he said knowing that the target was a white sheet that had a bull’s-eye painted on it by himself. “I want to see exactly where Isabella hit that target please” he said looking back at Ivan. “That was a great shot Isabella is this your first time shooting” he was truly curious because if this was her first time shooting she had done it wonderfully she had to be a natural.

Ivan stepped forward when he was being talked to and he raised his hand and everyone stopped shooting he then said “Vladimir go get Miss Harper’s target please?”

“Yes father” Vladimir said as he walked over to the targets finding Isabella’s easily and he grabbed the cloth off of the wooden backboard that it was set on. After unhooking it he folded it up in a small square before carrying it over to his father handing him the cloth.

Ivan walked over so he was standing in front of Joren and Isabella and he began slowly unraveling the cloth target once it was completely unraveled he held it up so where Joren could see it perfectly.

Joren looked at the target seeing that Isabella had shot right outside the middle ring which was a great shot for anyone to make really “Well dear” Joren said speaking to Isabella “That right there was a very nice shot and with a little bit of training I am sure you could easily become one of the better shooter’s in this entire club” he said keeping his hand over hers only he slowly held it as if holding her hand.
 
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Isabella listened closely and did everything Joren had told her too. She looked toward the target then back at Ivan when Joren talked to him. Her eyes jumped back to Joren and gave a small nod. "Yeah. Daddy said no woman she know how to hold or shot a gun." She said remembering the one time she asked if she could go hunting with him. She watched closely as the boy ran out to grab her target. She was worried about how she did. She watched closely as Ivan unraveled the cloth. She looked up at him then back to Joren.

She smiled happily as he spoke of her shoting skills. Though she wasn't sure she would do so good if she wasn't so close to him. His hand was still on hers and she wanted nothing more to let go of the gun and really hold his hand. She blushed at the thought but didn't act on it. She couldn't lose him as a friend, he was the only one she had left now. The only one she truly loved. "Thank you" She finally said.
 
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Joren smiled as he looked at Isabella “well darling let me tell you right now I have had the pleasure of working beside two of the greatest gun wielder’s in the entire world and they were in fact women so don’t let anyone ever tell you that women don’t have a place in this business because trust me a lot of men would tell you that because they are afraid of your talent and the best excuse for them to use is your gender” Joren said honestly having known a couple of great duelists who quite because of a man telling them they didn’t belong. He would never ever do that to Isabella especially since she had a natural talent in shooting. “It seems that most men now a days are living in the old world where women were not our equals. These men think that women should be seen not heard, they also believe that women are only good for cooking, cleaning, sex, making children, doing laundry amongst other things. That is why these men are ignorant fools who deserve to be beat within an inch of their life. I try my hardest to keep all women happy especially you Izzy you’re wonderful, kind, loving and one of the greatest people I have ever had the honor of calling my best friend because even though you were raised with the rich you are a poor person at heart” he said honestly smiling at Isabella once again trying to stand lightly and he did so “Now I hate being out of the game” he said walking over to where the other men were waiting “Alright everybody. Ready…Aim….FIRE” he yelled and he began shooting the target’s with everybody hitting the middle of the target almost every time even though he was still hurting because of the bullet wound in his abdomen.

Ivan stepped forward once Joren walked off to shoot at targets he shook his head with a laugh “You know Joren truly is a strange yet interesting man. Though I guess I don’t have to tell you since you’ve known him for so long. He’s a very smart young man with a good head on his shoulders. He also has a wonderful heart underneath that tough exterior but I can tell that there is something more than friendship going on in each of your hearts. Why haven’t you told him that you love him more than a friend yet” Ivan asked curiously.
 
RE: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw

Isabella simply smiled as she listened to everything he had to say. He really was a smart man. However she scolded at him and watched him as he started to stand. "Joren" She warned, not that it did any good. She shook her head as she watched him go stand with his men. Her eyes jumped to Ivan when he spoke. She looked away from him and fought back tears. "When I was younger... I was told that I couldn't love him. I didn't know what love was. That there was no way I could love someone of his class" She said bitterly. She gave Ivan a weak smile. "Now... I can't lose him. He is all I have left now, my mama is dead and my daddy would sale me to the highest bidder." She cleared her throat as she bit back more tears. "I can't lose him... and your mistaken He doesn't love me as more then a friend." With a deep breath she turned to fully look at Ivan.

"Thank you for saving me back when he was shot, and thank you for the guns they are lovely." Talking to Ivan about her feelings and facing everything that had happened over the past 24 hours she just felt weak. "I'm going to lay down... tell Joren if he ask." With that she slipped away back into the house to Joren's room. She tugged on the red upper layer of her dress, removing it. She wore on the light white under layer. It was lighter and made it easier for her to relax. She slipped into the bed and laid down. Letting her thoughts of what had happen take over.
 
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“Well trust me Miss Harper forget everything in your past life because almost everything you have been taught was wrong as a human being you are capable of being with anybody that you heart desires no matter what the naysayer’s want to make you believe you are a beautiful young woman and you have right’s as well. One of those rights is being able to wake up next to somebody who you are married to and truly love not one that is forced upon you because of money” Ivan said honestly as he patted Isabella on the shoulder like a caring father would. “Alright I shall inform Joren but.. Miss Harper truly just look back at your life and tell me whether or not Mr. Armand loves you more than a friend or not.”

Joren was standing in the middle of his men shooting at the target’s right along with them he only stopped once he turned and look at Isabella and noticed she was gone so he placed both his gun in their holster’s and walked back toward Ivan “Where is Isabella” he asked curiously.

“She went inside she said she was going to lay down” Ivan said looking at Joren honestly.

“She should’ve never been left alone” Joren said as he began walking toward the upstairs bedroom where Isabella and he were going to be sharing a room obviously. So after taking a few minutes to get upstairs since he was walking slow because of the gunshot wound in his lower abdomen as he made it upstairs to his bedroom he made his way over to the bed sitting on the edge of the bed next to her “Izzy is something wrong” he asked placing his hand on her back lightly rubbing her back with his finger’s he could tell something was up because of how long he had known her he could sense when something wasn’t right with her “You know you can tell me anything darling and I will still be there for you.”
 
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Isabella took in what Ivan had to say before heading to the bedroom. She laid in bed thinking everything over, it was a while before Joren joined her. She looked up at him when he started to rub her back and asked what was wrong. "Its just been a long day. Its hard to believe everything that has happened did happen." She said softly. She moved slowly and sat up so she was face to face with him. Giving him a gentle smile "You shouldn't have walked up here alone, you could of hurt your self." Her tone was filled with love, care and worry for the man before her. Tears filled her eyes as she reached gently to run the tip of her fingers over his jaw. "My mama is dead, and daddy sold me like I was nothing but an animal. Your all I have left, and I love you so much." She took a deep breath and fought back her tears. "I can't lose you, and I was so scared I had lost you before." Her eyes jumped toward his stomach before returning to his face. "I wish I could explain how much you men to me, how much I love you. If I lose you, I have nothing left. I never want to return home, I never want to leave you." She moved forward and pressed her lips to his, a deep heated blush filled her cheeks.
 
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“Yes it has been quite the day around her from finding you again to being stitched up by you and everything in between those incidents” Joren said honestly as he looked at her “And your day probably hasn’t been much better than mine but let me tell you something little lady I am absolutely fine walking up here by myself I have been shot many times throughout the year but thank you for caring so much about me it means a lot to me Izzy that you were here to share it with me” he explained as he finally felt his world was getting back to normal.

Then Joren felt her kissing him and he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her back this had been his dream since he was younger. After the kiss broke Joren pulled back only slightly as he took a deep breath “Listen to me closely Isabella I will never leave your side no matter what happens alright I love you too more than two friends should love each other and I always have I’ve just been too afraid to tell you because I was afraid of losing what we had already established as friends” he said placing his hand on her face with a smile this was the happiest he had felt in a very long time and he knew that it was all because he had Isabella back in his life and he would do anything in his power to keep her with him.
 
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Isabella sat up and open right up to Joren just as she always had. She nodded slowly, though she shook her head. "You have to take care of yourself. I know you been shot, but that doesn't mean its ok for you to push yourself to hard." she was truly worried about him. She didn't want him to push himself to hard and hurt himself more. She had already almost lost him, not just with getting shot, but getting taking by the law.

She couldn't stop herself from kissing him, she had to kiss him in that moment. Her cheeks heated, though she was happy when he kissed her back. Her hands held onto the hem of his shirt, until he pulled back. She looked at him when he pulled back. Taking in the words he spoke. She pressed into his hand when he cupped her face. She smiled up at him. "I was scare of losing you too, I have always loved you." Turning she kissed the palm of his hand.

It was funny to think Ivan was right, Joren had loved her more then a friend. Looking at him she couldn't help the slight blush that danced over her cheeks. "Will you show me your other paintings?" She asked lightly. Since he seemed so sure he didn't need to rest she wanted to see what else he had done of her. While Blue was lovely it was sad, and she didn't want to be sad any more. "Why.... why did you paint the blue one?" She asked softly.
 
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“I promise you Isabella I will take care of myself because now I have something to look forward to each day. Years ago when I created this group and all the years we’ve ran together as a band of brothers I’ve felt like there was a piece of me missing… My heart for I had given you my heart years before now and the day you were forced to leave my heart left with you” Joren explained to her honestly about the reason why he would not only take better care of himself but the reason he would be more careful from now on. Joren finally had told Isabella the secret that had been killing him since he was a young child he knew it then and he didn’t feel any different now.

“Blue” Joren repeated to himself having heard her question about why he had painted the painting that had only came to be known as blue because of the way it made people feel when they saw it “I painted blue in a depressing time of my life it seemed nothing was going right I had people that I had come to know as my brother’s in arms turn me in for the bounty money. I had friends dying all over the place so I was in a really sad place and that reminded me of the day I watched you leaving from a distance knowing there was nothing I could do so I put all my pain into a painting of the most painful time in my life” he explained to Isabella honestly knowing that it was a sad tale but that was honestly his reasoning. “As for showing you the other paintings that I can do I mean they are all right across the hallway in our art room if you’d like to go see them now. Though I must tell you now once we go in their we’ll be going on a beautiful journey into the past” with that Joren stood up and held his arm out “And I’d be happy to escort you on this journey to the past if you’d allow me to” he said with one of those heartwarming smiles that he was known for.
 
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Isabella would never be able to explain how happy his words made her. To know that she had his heart, that she always had his heart and that he would do whenever he could to be sure to come home to her made her so happy. She would never try to change him, to take his band of brothers from him. She could see he enjoyed his men, he enjoyed being an outlaw. She asked about his painting, and about blue. She felt bad for bringing up the painting as he spoke. Her sadness was forgotten when he agreed to take her to see his painting. She stood up and hooked her hand with his arm. "I can't wait." She said the excitement clear in his voice.

She let him lead her across the hall to the art room. Shock and Awe filled her face as she took it all in. Slowly her hand slipped from his arm as so moved about. Paints of them as children played across the room. She smiled as she remembered some of the moment in the pictures. However there was one that caught her eye, one she wanted. It was her laying in a field of flower, she remember this moment it was only a week before she left. The field had been their go to spot, a spot Joren had found for her. He had promised once to buy the field, she didn't know what had happened to it. It had been one of the happiest moment in her life. The day they simply spent together, not worried about a thing. She had wanted nothing more then to tell him she loved him that day, but it never happened. "Can... can I have this one?" she asked lightly. Nothing really happened that day, but it had been a great day for her.
 
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“Also just so you know I love you, have always loved you and always will love you. The only reason I am still alive is I held the hope that one day we would meet again and I’d finally be able to tell you what I wanted to tell you. Fuck what your dad says we’re living for us now darling and we can do whatever we want and no one can stop us” Joren said smiling as he looked into her eyes “And I don’t know about you but I can’t go another day without asking you this. Isabella Ann Harper will you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend” he asked looking at her happily before placing his hand over hers and he walked across the hallway to a beautiful red door. Slowly he pulled a key from his pants and unlocked the door moving over to the side to let her inside once she was inside he walked in behind her and sat down in a chair that was sitting in the corner of the room. This way she would be able to look at all the paintings she wanted and he could sit down and relax since he was in a little bit of pain still from the gunshot wound he had sustained earlier. Joren smiled watching her go from painting to painting seeing her happiness as she took in every single detail of every painting he had which was a lot of details since he had painted over a hundred paintings.

“You know from the moment you got to the club today before we moved here I knew somehow that if you were to see these paintings that you would want that one right there. So yeah you can have it if you want dear but truthfully you’re with me so everything that is mine is yours. These are all our paintings” he said just wanting her to know. “Though I do have one question I have never done this so I want to try if you’ll allow me to. Would you mind if I painted a new picture of you now I just can’t help but to see your beauty and want to capture this moment and put it along with all the other memories” he asked happily with a smile he had several canvases as well as a little bit of paint left. Both of which he’d have to buy more of so when he wanted to paint again after this time if she let him which he didn’t think she’d have any problem with. It seemed that Isabella enjoyed his paintings as much as he enjoyed painting them.
 
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Isabella big blue eyes locked with his when he spoke, a soft smile graced her lips. She was happy he had always loved her, and believed they be together. Her smiled grew and she nodded "I'd love nothing more then to be your girlfriend." It was partly true. She would love to be his wife, but this was the first step she hoped. Her hold on his arms tightened for a moment. He unlocked the door to the art room and she happily walked around. He had taken a sit as she moved about looking at the paintings. She was in awe of just how lovely the painting were. She couldn't help but ask if she could have the painting of their last day together. She blushed when told what was his was hers as well.

She turned to look at him as he asked if he could paint her. She crossed the room to where he stood. "Of curse you can." She said lightly. She kissed him gently for just a moment. Pulling back her blue orbs had filled with so much love. "Where do you want me to sit?" She asked. Isabella would give him anything he asked for, if she could. Joren was her whole world now, and nothing was as imported to her as he was. Slowly moving she sat in another chair, pulling her long red hair free from the bun. She pulled it over her right shoulder as she sat there for him. Eyes locked on him as he worked, watching him closely as he started to paint her now.
 
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“Good because there is nothing more in this world that I want more than for us to be together forever in eternal bliss because if I can’t be with you then I’d rather be with nobody which is why I think my old relationships didn’t last I knew subconsciously no matter how hard I tried to force myself to be with some other woman they would never be you and without you I’d never truly be happy” Joren explained after she said that he could in fact paint her which made him happy since he knew that he would always want to remember this day and the best way for him to do so was to paint it so where it could be immortalized in art.

Slowly Joren set up the canvas on it’s stand and grabbed both his paint and the brushes he would need “Thank you for doing this for me baby but you’re going to need to stay still for just a few moments” he said as he dipped his paintbrush and began to pain the beautiful woman in front of him.

~~Two hours later~~

Finally Joren put down the paintbrush smiling at Isabella and he said “Alright baby here is the final masterpiece. Nowhere as beautiful as the real thing though” he said turning the canvas around so where Isabella could see the painting he had done of her “I hope you like it because I could paint the world but if the center of my world doesn’t like it then it doesn’t mean anything to me you know” he said honestly as he walked over to her and kissed her lightly.
 
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Isabella blushed at his words, happy to know she was the only one who could make him happy. She agreed to let him paint her and set her self up. She smiled again and sat for him as he painted. Even after he said she could move she sat there, simply watching him painting. She couldn't see the painting but she could see his face. She wasn't sure she had ever seen him so happy. It took almost two hour before he was done. She took in the painting when he turned it to her.

She kissed him back and smiled. "Its lovely." She said lightly. Slowly she stood up and hooked her fingers with his. "I'm so happy you came up to me in the bar" However that had her thinking. She looked up at him and chewed on her lip for a moment "What is going to happen to your bar?" She asked. She really hoped his happiness with her being here would outweigh the trouble she was sure to bring on the men. She had this feeling she would be come a mother to the group feeding, cleaning and fixing them up when needed. But she had always wanted a big family.
 
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Joren smiled as he placed his arm around her shoulder just taking in the beauty of the painting he had just finished it was definitely one for the art room because even though he had painted her he had painted her with what she was wearing now in the same field as the one she had wanted earlier with her laying a field almost as if painting a then and now field painting “Oh yeah speaking of that painting you wanted baby I kept my promise and bought that field. Though when I got it, it looked nothing like when we were kids all the flowers and even the grass was dead and awful looking. It was horrible” he then began looking through a stack of painting in the back of the room “I painted a picture of it when I bought it and….It’s here somewhere” he said taking a pause before finding a painting of the horrible condition it was in “Ah, here it is” he said showing her the painting. “So I had it renamed Isabella park. I had people start watering it and doing maintenance on it before also having a sculptor making a sculpture of us as children in the middle of the park. It’s the least I could do. But from what I heard Isabella park has the new nickname of the park was lovers lane” he said smiling at her “Maybe we could sneak out one night and go see lovers lane for ourselves what it’s all about” he said in a teasing manner as he kissed her cheek loving,

“Well Terry has the bar luckily no one knows I own it they just think I’m a regular customer. “But don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing. For right now baby I think we should head to our room, get in bed, throw the covers over us and snuggle before heading off to bed” he said honestly as he looked at her “what do you think about that idea darling?”
 
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Isabella wanted nothing more to cuddle into him, to full wrap herself in his warmth. However she knew she couldn't it would be weeks before she could cuddle that close to him. Her eyes jumped up to him as he spoke of their field, a sadness filled her eyes at the thought of it being dead. She looked at the painting and her heart stopped at just how bad their spot had become. Though as he spoke of all he done to care for the field she looked at him in shock. She smiled only to blush and look down shyly when he spoke of what it was called know and of going to see it. She giggled when his lips kissed her cheek. "Maybe once your all healed up and if your a good boy." She teased right back. She asked of the bar and nodded, happy he didn't have to worry about that.

She looked up at him, giving him a soft smile. "That sounds nice." She was ready to go to sleep. "I like when you call me darling" She said shyly. She let him lead her to the bedroom. She slipped into the bed and waited for him to join her. She cuddle up to him, careful of where she touched him. "Thank you, for everything." She whispered
 
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Joren smiled as he took her hand helping her up and slowly led her back across the hall to the bedroom and he slowly sat on the edge for a moment rubbing his head just letting everything that had happened today just settle in since it had almost seemed like a blur since everything happened so fast but it had still been the greatest day in his life. He finally once again had Isabella, he had told her how he truly felt, she had went through her first target practice, witnessed someone being shot for the time, watched him brought in by US Marshalls who were probably pissed and wanted to get to him, she’d stitched him up, picked a painting for her to keep, became his girlfriend and they’d shared their first kiss as a couple. It was the most amazing day in his life even throughout all the hell they’d both went through today. Slowly Joren slipped off his t-shirt presenting his toned and muscular body to her. After he got his shirt off he took his gun belt off laying it on a bedside table so where his guns would be near him if he needed to grab one to use it. Then he finally got underneath the cover’s feeling her cuddle up slightly to him “You know darling you can get closer than that I’m used to being wounded. I can handle the pain especially if it means having the most important thing in my life right there next to me” he said happily.
 
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Isabella laid in bed waiting for him to join her. She watched him closely, she could see him going over everything. It had been one hell of a day that was fore sure. He laid down ad she moved closer, though not as close as she would of liked. She looked up at him and smiled shyly. "I just don't want to hurt you." She was sure he knew that with out having to voice it. She moved closer to him, still careful. She couldn't wait until he was better and she wouldn't have to worry about him. "I love you Joren." Her voice was soft. Her head rested on his chest and she could hear his heart beating. She couldn't wait to see what their life would bring. She as not worried about being happy anymore, she knew Joren would make her happy. "Are we going to be shooting again tomorrow?" She asked.
 
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Joren smiled as he looked at her as he could tell without words that Isabella was only hesitant to move towards him because of his wounds. He knew that once he was healed she'd probably be right up next to him which would be fine with him because no matter how close she got he wouldn't mind having the love of his life right next to him at all times it would actually be best if they could snuggle and cuddle like a cover. Slowly Joren wrapped his arm around her pulling her close to him and he leaned down to kiss her lovingly "You're not going to hurt me I promise darling" he said looking up to the ceiling happily before lightly placing his hand on her cheek caressing her face lightly as he leaned over to kiss her passionately as his hand slipped down to her waist lightly as they kissed “You know darling I know I’ve probably said this a hundred and fifty million times today but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life” Joren said honestly “Also I didn’t have a target practice planned but if you’d like you and I can go outside and shoot some targets to perfect your shooting skills a little bit.”
 
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Isabella laid as close to him as she could with out hurting him. She smiled when told she wouldn't hurt him, she was sure if she laid as she wanted she would hurt him. His passionate kiss set her body on fire and she was all to happy to kiss him back. Her body arched into his as her hand slid down his side. A sound from deep in her chest slipped out when he broke the kiss. Her eyes opened and she blushed at his words. "I'm happy you think so. You have turned into a very handsome man." she was unsure if she had told him that at all today. She nodded, she wanted to practice her shooting so that she could help if she needed too.
She couldn't help but to wiggle against him. Her body still warmed from kissing him. Her fingers ran along the skin of his stomach as she cuddled to him. Her cheeks were red with her blush as she tried not to think of how close they were. She wanted to ask about what had happened with her father, but she didn't dare.
 
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“Well thank you for that compliment darling I try hard to keep my body in shape no matter what because I live by the motto look good feel good” Joren said happily as he looked into Isabella’s eyes as they broke a kiss and looked at her happily “My dear lord I must be the luckiest man alive because how I ever got you to even look my way is a miracle in itself you know” Joren said smiling as he ran his finger across her lips gently before kissing her once more “Alright my beautiful darling unfortunately as of now I think we should both get to bed because we both had a long day filled with many up’s and downs and I learned years ago that all that can take a lot out of you” he said with a smile before yawning happily. Within minutes he had fallen asleep holding into her lovingly.


Early the next morning Joren woke up to find that Isabella was still beside him and he slowly slipped out of the bed doing his best not to wake her up. Once he was up he made his way downstairs slowly since he was still in a little bit of pain and like all mornings he began cooking food for the entire clubhouse. It took about an hour and he was finishing up the final touches by placing all the foot on the table with silverware when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Don’t you think you should be in bed mister” Ivan teased as he looked at the man who he had come to think of as a son over the last few years of riding with the young man. “So how did you sleep last night my boy?”

“I slept better than I ever have in a very long time actually. And yes I should probably be upstairs asleep but I couldn’t sleep so I came here to do what I always do. Whenever Isabella finds out that I snuck off though I’ll probably be in trouble but it’s fine I’d happily take the punishment because either way I’m the winner because I get to be with her” Joren said smiling at Ivan.
 
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Isabella found she loved their way his eyes looked into her's. Many men would never look into the eyes of a woman, they thought they weren't worth is. She blushed deeply and couldn't stop her mouth from opening as his finger brushed across her lip. They kissed again before agreeing to go to sleep. She stayed cuddle against him through the night. Her dreams filled with happy moment they shared and moments she couldn't wait to have with him. She felt movement and let out a small moan of protest. She cuddled into the warm spot he had once been in. However the spot grew cold, and her hands moved around in search of him. In her sleeping state she, the lack of him made her dream morph. She Her heart started to race, as she remember him being shot. A whimper slipped from her lips as she thought of what would happen if her father got hold him. It was as if she was there, rooted in that spot. She watched them put the rope around his neck and the floor drop from him. Just as his neck snapped she shot up with a scream. Her blue eyes wide with fear and her red hair stuck to her face. "JOREN!" She screamed his name as tears flow, her body shaking. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to bring her mind away from her dream. she bit her lip as she held in a sob, she could taste the copper tone to the blood that flowed from the bite.
 
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Ivan smiled as he said “I was going to stay out of your personal life but now I feel like it is my duty as a father figure in your life to tell you that you have a very wonderful and beautiful young woman upstairs who is madly and honestly in love with you and she deserves all of your attention. I just want you to know if you do want to retire to start a normal life no one here will get mad or hate you.”

“Thank you for that Ivan but I could never leave you or the boys you’re all family to me. Plus not to mention I think Isabella is excited to be in this outlaw group she’s been so sheltered from everything her entire life by a controlling father” Joren said smiling as he slapped Ivan playfully on the face “Plus old man you couldn’t handle my job” he said teasingly before hearing Isabella scream he didn’t know she was screaming in her sleep so he pushed himself off Ivan and began running up the stairs in pain taking the stairs two at a time until he went to the bedroom and over to Isabella before placing his hand on her back “Izzy calm down it’s fine I’m here” he whispered to her peacefully as he kissed Isabella’s cheek lightly.

Once Joren ran upstairs Ivan walked up the stairs to make sure Isabella and Joren were both alright since the scream happened out of nowhere he hoped someone hadn’t found them and broke in.
 
RE: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw

Wide blue orbs fall on Joren as he rushed into the room. She just looked at him for a moment before wrapping her arms tight around his neck. "J-Joren..." She stuttered. Her body shook as she held onto him, her tears slowly to stop. Her lip showed the full depth of her bit as the perfect teeth marks bleed lightly. "I... I .. He... You were dead... He .. hung you" She stuttered out as she started to clam down. She wasn't sure how long she had stayed wrapped around him, but when she pulled back she couldn't help but blush. That was a great way to start her first real day here, with a night mare. Her hands slid over his checks and neck. Eyes darting to his stomach. "Oh god... are you okay? I didn't hurt you right?" She said a a new horror filled her. Her eyes moved toward the bedroom door for a moment. " I ... I had a nightmare... I'm sorry"

Her arms finally slid away from his to push her red hair from her face. It stuck to her face and neck. "I need to clean up." Her fingers moved to her lip. It had stopped bleeding but it would be sore for a few days. Her face was still heated in a blush, she felt like a fool. She had to face these men when their first thought of her would be of her screaming like that.
 
RE: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw

“No, no darling it’s fine calm down” Joren whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began patting her hair lightly as he placed her face on his shoulder “You’re safe darling I am right here and I always will be here for you alright” he said kissing her cheek lightly. He didn’t want her to be scared he never wanted that because she was completely safe with him and he wanted her to know that. “Don’t be sorry baby no one is mad at you. I had Vladimir go and buy some clothes for you last night while we were asleep they are all in the closet. If you want you can get cleaned up and get dressed then meet us downstairs in the kitchen alright” he said softly.

Joren kissed her cheek once more before standing up and he walked outside the room where Ivan was waiting “She’s fine let’s go back to the kitchen” he explained to Ivan before they both made their way downstairs.

Ivan smiled as they got into the kitchen “You know I haven’t seen you smile this much for a very long time it warms my heart to see you this happy again.”

“Yes I am happier than I’ve ever been and it’s because I finally have everything I have ever wanted. A large family, money to spend, my paintings are coming more often. I got the woman I’ve been dreaming of since I was seven years old” Joren said as he walked to the stairs and whistled for everyone to come down to eat.
 
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