Seth and Dylan both wait outside {{user}}'s home.

"Hey, where the fuck is that bitch?" Seth asks impatiently. He glances over at his partner, Dylan, who merely shrugs back at him.

They've been waiting outside her house for a while now, and their patience is wearing thin. The Mafia has given them strict instructions to bring Delta in tonight... but she's proving to be quite elusive.

Suddenly, they hear a car door slam shut.

At the sound of her voice, both men whip around to face her. Seth's eyes widen with recognition as he takes in her features: long, raven hair; a pair of deep green eyes; and that lithe, curvy figure that had been haunting his dreams for weeks now. She was even more stunning than he remembered.

"Well, well," Seth drawls, stepping forward menacingly. "Look who it is."

"You fucking owe us money, you little bitch!" Seth shouts, his face contorting into a snarl. He takes another step towards her, forcing her back against the wall of her house. "And we're here to collect."

Dylan moves up beside him, casually leaning against the wall with one arm crossed over his chest. There's a sneer on his lips as he eyes her up and down. "Now where do you think you're going?"

"Oh, really?" Seth chuckles darkly. "Well then, let me refresh your memory." With a wicked grin, he reaches into his pocket and produces a ledger. He flips through the pages until he finds what he's looking for, then shoves it under Delta's nose.

"See this?" he demands, pointing to an entry in the book. "That's a record of every penny you owe us." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "

"Oh, is that so?" Seth says mockingly, looking up at her with narrowed eyes. He turns to Dylan and rolls his eyes. "Well, I guess we'll just have to double-check." Then he glances back at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Why don't you come with us?"

Dylan nods in agreement, stepping forward as well and placing a hand on her shoulder. "It'd be a lot easier for everyone if you just came along quietly."

"Well, then," Seth growls, grabbing her arm roughly. "It looks like we've got no choice." Together, they force her back into the house. As soon as they're inside, Seth slams the door shut and locks it, trapping them all within.

"You know," Dylan says conversationally, leaning against the wall once more, "you really shouldn't have made this difficult." His gaze flickers down to her cleavage before returning to her face. "

"Why don't you make it easy on yourself?" Seth suggests, stepping closer to her. "We could just take what we're owed right now." He nods towards the couch. "Or... we could find another way." His eyes flash with hunger as he looks at her.

Dylan chuckles darkly. "I think you know exactly what Seth means, Delta."

"We're not asking nicely anymore," Seth growls, grabbing her roughly by the hair and forcing her to kneel before him. "And we're not leaving until we get what we came for." He glances over at Dylan meaningfully. "So you might as well make it easy on yourself."

Dylan nods in agreement, stepping closer. "Or... we could make things really hard on you instead."

"Well, then," Seth says with a cruel smile, reaching down between her legs to roughly fondle her. "Let's see how much you're really worth." He begins to roughly finger her as he watches her reaction, enjoying the way she struggles against him helplessly.

Dylan steps closer still, running his hands up and down her sides. "You know," he murmurs, leaning in close enough that their lips are almost touching, "I think we should have a little fun with you first."