Angelle's mine....all the rest is Joss'.

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Sleep...a state of ultimate rest, relaxation, and also vulnerability.....some say they can't get enough while others survive fine with very little...all I know is I hate being interrupted, especially when my dream involves a very naked captain and a couple pairs of metal cuffs....

"Angelle?" a voice that was definitely not suppose to be in my dream called to me as my dream Mal had just found a way to undress me with his teeth.

"I'm dead. Please don't disturb." I grumbled as I felt hands grabbed at my shoulders.

"Angelle, you need to wake up." Now, I'm an okay person with the whole touchy feelly kind of thing, but when I'm in the middle of one of the best dreams of my life, the last thing I need is someone grabbing me. What could I do, but throw open my eyes and point a gun at their head. Sadly, two beautiful blues eyes stared back at me and the long metal barrel.

"Jasmine, what the hell?" I growled, releasing the hammer and shaking my head. "You could have gotten your ass shot, you foolish girl."

"I know, but Niska's men...they're downstairs and threatening Madam if she doesn't give up our Daddy's location. They keep saying something about the head Sam owes him."

I cussed, knowing my father had been stupid in making a deal with the Devil many years ago. Mainly because my father wasn't a killer, I was and when he decided to take a job with Adelai Niska, I knew it would only come to bite us in the ass. Of course, it did, especially after my daddy found out the head Niska wanted belonged to a father with three little kids, who had lost their mommy. Seemed the target had borrowed money to save his wife, though it was too little too late, and when he had asked Niska for an extension in paying it, well, the crime boss decided he'd rather have his head than the money. I've been told they make great candy dishes.

Anyway, my daddy, being the great compassionate man he is, took the man and his kids to the B