Author's Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, If It Means A Lot To You. For reference, there is a recurring original character from that story that appears in this one and will also appear in the third installment of the series. That being said, a couple of years have gone by since the events of that story and now the boys - Seth, Dean, and Roman are working together as independent contractors of sorts - getting jobs done that law enforcement can't quite reach. I hope you enjoy.


Roman sat in a dark corner of the nightclub, peeling at the label of his beer bottle. The music was pounding, but he knew it provided good sound cover for the conversation he was having. The creep next to him made his skin crawl, and if he weren't there for the purpose of a job, he would have found a way out of there fast.

But someone's daughter was missing. A General he'd encountered during his time enlisted. And since the channels that would have to be taken to recover her were less than legal, Shield Securities, Inc. had been called.

"Am I boring you, Mr. Leakee?" Antonio Cesaro questioned. For all intents and purposes, Cesaro was a smooth talking, well kept Swiss businessman. But he pushed product along the East Coast that included everything from weapons, drugs, and girls. Roman Reigns wanted nothing more than to grab him by the throat and put him through the table they were sitting at, but tonight that wasn't who he was. He was Joseph Leakee, a businessman interested in joining forces with Cesaro. It was their in.

"Force of habit," Roman remarked smoothly, setting his bottle and the now discarded label down on the table. "I'd like to take a look at the product you have available."

"Eager, are we? Well, I suppose that could be arranged. Just not tonight. Until then, enjoy yourself. It is what I plan to do as well, I will call you tomorrow with a time and place for you to get a better look at our operation," he remarked before sliding out of the booth and bidding Roman a good night.

A moment later, Roman was sending a text message to Seth before a woman cleared her throat, standing at the table. There was no doubt that she was stunning and briefly he let his gaze roam over her body, up her toned muscular legs and the black form-fitting dress that hugged all of her curves. He knew within a moment that she was most likely dangerous in more ways than one. She offered Roman a radiant smile. "Mr. Cesaro has asked me to ensure that you enjoy the rest of your night, on his tab. May I join you?"

He hesitated for a moment before nodding and gesturing for her to sit as she beckoned one of the cocktail waitresses over, who placed two drinks in front of them. Roman looked at his for a moment but made no move to drink it.

"You don't trust Cesaro," she observed. "You'll do good business with him then as long as you keep it that way." She reached across the table for his glass, taking a sip and smiling before placing it down on the table. "But perhaps you will trust me."

Roman chuckled before taking a sip. "You're different than the rest of his associates that I've encountered."

"How so?"

"Well, you're certainly not like the muscle I've seen him walk around with. And the other women he seems to surround himself with are…"

"Starving for attention and lacking in intelligence?" she suggested with a laugh. "How do you know that I'm not exactly like them."

"The look in your eyes," he said with a shrug. "So tell me, how does a girl like you end up with someone like Antonio Cesaro?"

Tilting her head back, the young woman laughed before her green eyes locked with his. "Not by mistake."

It was clear that she wasn't saying anymore, so Roman chose to relax slightly and enjoy her company. She didn't say much, commenting instead on their surroundings and a bit of harmless flirting. Roman was filled with the distinct impression that she did not belong with Cesaro. He tried to ignore the instincts he had to protect her that he couldn't explain, as well as his attraction to her.

As the night wore on, he stated that he'd had more than enough to drink and should get going. He thought about asking her to leave with him. She surprised him by offering to walk him out.

As they waited for his town car to arrive, she stood with him near the valet.

"You know, you shouldn't be hanging around with a man like Cesaro," he said, unsure why he was voicing his honest opinion with this stranger.

She peered up at him with bright green eyes, and smiled. "Are you going to rescue me from this dangerous lifestyle, Mr. Leakee?"

"I don't know if you need that, but can I at least offer you a ride?"

She eyed him for a moment as the black Lincoln pulled up and bobbed her head, sliding into the backseat with him and giving the driver her address. It was a short drive to her apartment building and Roman noted, from his previous time in Washington D.C., that it was a fairly nice area.

As the car slowed down in front of her building, she looked at him. "Would you like to come upstairs?" When he hesitated, she slid a bit closer and smirked up at him, "I thought I told you that you could trust me."

Roman gave a slight nod and a moment later the car was pulling away and the two of them were stepping into the elevator and her body was pressed against his.

"Do you know what you're asking for, little girl?" he asked, voice rough. He didn't miss the way she shivered.

"I was tasked to make sure that you enjoy your night, Mr. Leakee."

"You can call me Joe if you tell me your name."

She giggled as the doors slid open, not even waiting to see if he was going to follow.

Fuck it, he thought before stepping out of the lift and following after her.

He was behind her as she turned the key in the lock and he pressed himself against her, arm going around her waist to guide her inside and kick the door closed behind her.

Throwing caution out the window for the moment, Roman's hands roamed her body over her tight black dress. He cupped her breasts and dropped his head down to kiss her neck, growling as she let out a moan that had his cock stirring in his pants.

"Is this what Cesaro keeps you around for?" he asked her, threading fingers into his hair and tugging her hair back.

"No. But you're different than the rest."

He chuckled, moving her to walk further into the apartment. As she took a few steps in front of him, she unzipped her dress, pushing it off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, smiling at him over her shoulder as she walked in her stiletto heels and matching black lace bra and panties. Roman palmed his cock through his pants before quickly moving to loop his arm back around her waist, pushing her towards her living room couch. His hands tugged down the cups of her bra before he tugged on her nipples, causing her body to jerk as she cried out.

"Are you already wet?" He grinned when she bobbed her head with a whimper and he grinned before pushing her to bend over the back of the couch. He ran one hand along the smooth skin of her back while the other undid his belt. A moment later, he stroked his erection a few times before dragging the crotch of her panties aside and dragging the head along her folds. "Yeah, you're fucking soaked." He pulled back for a moment to retrieve a condom from his pocket and rolling it onto his length. Roman smirked when she stayed right where he'd left her, her gorgeous round ass in front of him.

He stepped up behind her again, lining up his cock with her entrance before slowly pushing inside.

She keened in a mix of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate him. She was squeezing him like a vice. She turned over her shoulder and her eyes widened when she noted he wasn't even all the way inside of her yet. Biting her lip, she nodded and he thrust forward causing her to scream out as he bottomed out inside of her.

Her breathing was shallow but after a moment she shifted her hips slightly and he took that as the only invitation he needed before pulling back and slamming back in. He set a punishing pace and her back arched to meet every thrust.

When moved his hand from her hip to between her legs to rub her clit, she screamed for him, begging him to go harder and not to stop, which he happily obliged. Her body began to tremble and he knew that she was close, his own restraint snapping as she began to tighten around him and he grunted loudly as he came, spilling into the condom.

They caught their breath for a moment and he smirked at her whimper when he pulled away from her.

He offered her his hand as she stood up, her knees slightly weak. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and she tugged on his hand to lead him to the bedroom with her. When he tried to bend down to kiss her on the mouth, she turned her head and smiled slyly at him.


A few hours later, Roman extracted himself from her bed to place a call to Seth, stepping into the hallway of her apartment building to do so. A few moments later, when he returned to her bedroom he found himself on the wrong end of a gun.

"Woah," he said, lifting his hands defensively.

"I thought you'd left."

"I was making a call," he said as she lowered the gun and put it back into the drawer of her bedside table. "But I should get going. Though I wish you'd tell me your name before I go." When she just smiled at him, he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting her name and stepped closer, kissing her forehead and showing himself out.


The next morning in the villa they'd rented in the names of their aliases, Seth and Dean had spoken with Roman to go over the information that he'd obtained the night before from his meeting with Cesaro. Of course, Dean had more questions about the woman that Roman had gone home with. Seth rolled his eyes and excused himself to grab the rest of the information General Stanton's informant had given them.

When someone knocked at the door, Dean scrambled to put away the plans they were going over and Roman went to answer. He was surprised to see the woman from the night before standing on the other side.

He grinned at her, tilting his head. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise?"

"You're a surprisingly difficult man to find, Mr. Leakee," she said smoothly before stepping inside. Her eyes were immediately drawn to Dean. "Am I interrupting?"

"No, not at all. This is my associate."

"Jon Moxley," Dean said quickly, offering his hand to her.

"A pleasure, of course. Well, I wish this was social call, but I was sent with a message from Antonio. He would like to extend an invitation to you and your associates to stay at his estate where he hopes you will be able to further discuss your business arrangement."

"And he sent you?" Roman asked with a smirk.

"I may have volunteered."

Despite the fact that Dean was in the room, Roman brushed some of her hair away from her face, his other hand finding her hip. "And will you be staying at Cesaro's estate, too?"

Her lips quirked into a smile and she was about to respond when Seth came walking down the stairs again. Roman glanced at him and for a moment was confused why his friend was staring at him so intently before he realized that he wasn't the one Seth was staring at.

"Amber?"


Note: This story will be five chapters and will be updated roughly once a day going forward. Thanks a bunch, feedback is love.