It kept ringing though, so Dimitri knew it was not the call he was waiting for. Once more he sighed in relief. She did too.

"I should call my shrink."

Her eyes widened, "You have a shrink?"

He looks at her, "Yes. I have problems like anyone else."

"Yeah. I've noticed."

He rolls his eyes, and calls his shrink.

"Hey doc. I need your help."

His shrink sighed on the other line. "You're on the clock Dimitri."

"I've been hired to kill this woman. And I've never killed a woman before-"

"Dimitri. Do not kill that woman! You hear me? This is a big set back for you. We were doing so great-"

"I know. I know. But I need the money! He's gonna kill me, if I don't pay him."

"Alright, give the number."

"778-789-" Dimitri looked at Rose.

"5566."

"5566, Doc. Let it ring once, then call again."

"Think about your sister, Vikktoria-"

"Do not talk to me about Vikktoria! Don't!"

"But Dimitri-"

"Go to hell!"

He hung up on the doctor.

"What happened to Vikktoria?" Rose asked him. His brown eyes hold anger as he looked at her.

"What do you know about my sister?"

"You were just talking about her-"

"Shut up!"

"Alright. Alright. You're so sensitive."

Nothing else was said for a while. And the phone ran again, they looked at each other, but it only ran once, then it rang again.

"You hung up on me," his doctor said.

"I know, I know Doc. I'm sorry."

"You didn't hurt that woman, did you?"

"No. I didn't hurt her."

"Let me ask you something: Do you think less of me because I gamble? Be honest."

"No I don't less of you because I gabmle," he answered.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, Doc."

"Then let the woman go."

"I can't. I have to kill her."

"Dimitri, you don't have to do anything. Except die and pay taxes."

"I don't pay taxes."

"Alright. Dimitri, let her go! You were doing so great! Did you read the book I gave you?"

"Doc don't yell at me! And no I did not. I forgot it!" his voice rose.

"Dimitri-"

"Stop licking my balls!" he finally yelled, and slammed the phone.

"Can you believe this man? He's driving me crazy!" He pulled her chair towards the living room, and he sat on the edge of the couch, with her in front of him.

"If you were my husband would you let me without any?" she randomly asked him. He shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't."

"Then, let's do it."

"I can't."

"You can't get it?" he scoffed and he looked at her.

"That's not a problem."

"Then? Why don't you fuck me? You're suppose to rape me anyways, why not let it be fun for both of us?"

"Because that's not how I work."

"You know how my husband works? He doesn't. He doesn't even moan. I feel like I'm fucking a dead man."

"Well there's fucking then there's making love."

"Do you talk while you fuck?" she asked him. He looked at her, incredulously.

"Yeah. Yeah, I talk."

"Alright I love it. I've always wanted a man to talk dirty to me."

"Untie me. Let's go upstairs."

"No," he said, firmly.

"I'll do anything, be anything."

"Anything?" he asked her, getting interested.

"Yes. Anything. Blow jobs-"

He pushed her away, "You litle bitch. Don't laugh at me!" She pressed her lips together, holding in her laughter, but not the grin on her lips.

"Slut! You should've been faithful. You deserve it."

"Alright. Whatever."

He walked out of the room, while she wheeled herself to the same room. He started talking to his shrink again.

"Don't blame my sister! You know how I get when you blame my sister!" Rose shook her head.

"Look. The mind is like a toilet. It get's full of this shit, and if you don't flush it, it over flows every day."

"Flush it, flush what?"

"Your mind."

"How?"

"You need a plumber. And I'm your plumber."

"A plumber?"

"Let me help you get read of this shit-"

"Shit? What shit? I don't get you!"

"Shit, guilt, same shit."

"I don't want to hear it!" Once more he hung up on the doc again.

"You want your husband killed?" he asked her. She nodded.

"Than do it." he put the gun on her lap.

"I can't."

"You're innocent. Just like my sister."

Stall, stall, stall him.

"What happened?"

"I was hired to kill her boyfriend...and he killed her, just as I pulled thr trigger on him."

"I can't kill him," she repeated.

The phone rang twice, they hung up, and called again. Dimitri looked at the brunette woman he was suppose to kill now. There was something about her...

But business was business.

He untied her and carried her, upstairs, despite her fighting. "I don't wana die! Don't kill me Dimitri!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry. I have to."

He laid her down on the bed, and they kissed. He set the gun beside him, kissing her deeply.

And as they were kissing Rose grabbed the gun.

Adrian arrived home, ready to find his wife dead. Instead, as he opened the door, Rose appeared at the top of the staircase, in a red, cocktail dress.

"Rosemarie," he said surprised. She grinned at him.

"Hey, sweetie."

She walked down the stairs, and kissed him on the mouth. He opened a velvet box, and gave her a diamond necklace.

Guess, he wouldn't be returning it.

"Beautiful. Put it on me."

He did, and as she turned around, her face was completely serious. "Have you ever cheated on me?"

"What?" he said, nervously.

"Have you ever cheated on me? A woman knows Adrian."

"What are you talking about?"

"Avery."

He sighed. "Do you love her?" she asked him.

"No. I love you-"

"Don't lie to me Adrian."

"I do."

Her heart felt like it'd been stabbed again.

"Do you think she loves you?"

He nodded; "Obviously you haven't seen yourself in the mirror lately."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you want to kill me?"

"I didn't!"

She rolled her eyes. "The business is in my name. I will divorce you, and you will end up with nothing."

She walked away from him, towards the kitchen. She served herself a glass of wine.

"Or dead. Like Dimitri."

His eyes widened. "What did you do!"

"Nothing. I'll leave you with Avery and her fake tits."

"Her tits aren't fake," he pointed out.

"Don't get smart with me Adrian."

She walked to the living room, and stood in front of the fireplace.

"I won't get mad, I promise. Did you send someone to kill me? Do you really love her?" She needed to hear it again.

"Yes, I love her," she slapped him.

"You low life, piece of shit!"

"Fuck you!"

"Do you feel things like a normal person."

"I do!"

She growled.

"You cheated on me!" she yelled.

He rolled his eyes.

"So did you!"

"I was alone. I only fucked him once! And that's only because you would dust me off like a doll," she whispered the last part.

She grabbed the gun from her thigh and held it up.

"Why would you want to kill me?" she asked, tears in her eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"You hired someone to kill me!" she screamed.

"No, I didn't. I love you!"

"No! Bullshit! Just admit it!"

"You should have been faithful," a new voice says. Adrian looks up to the staircase. Dimitri stands there.

"Who are you?" he asked Rose.

"He's good," Dimitri told Rose.

"You're dead," he told Adrian.

"Wait! Don't kill him!" Rose yelled.

"Well do you want him dead or not?"

"I don't know."

"You two deserve each other. I'll kill both of you for nothing!"

"Don't! I'll pay you more!" Adrian yelled.

"Dimitri, we had a deal!" Rose yelled at him.

"Open up the safe," Dimitri demanded to Rose. She went to he library, except she couldn't open it. Adrian admitted to changing it.

"Dimitri! We had a deal!"

"Kill her instead of me! I'll pay you!" Dimitri was struggling but grabbed Rose and took her upstairs.

"Please! We had a deal, Dimitri," she begged.

"Yeah well, he can pay me, and you can't."

"You son of a bitch! Both of you!" her screams were muffled by Dimitri's hand.

The phone rang, and Dimitri and Rose knew it was Dimitri's shrink, but they ignored it.

"Get my money ready!" Dimitri yelled at Adrian, who was openeing up the safe, and grabbing the money.

Adrian heard one gun-shot, then another one.

Dimitri came down, to collect her money.

"Did you fuck her?" Adrian wanted to know.

"What?"

"You were suppose to make it look like a rape-murder."

"So it was you!" Dimitri exclaimed.

"Eh," Adrian answered. He threw the money at Dimitri.

"I almost didn't pay you. You and my wife did gang up on me, but you did the job."

"Aren't you going to make sure I killed her."

Adrian shook his head, "Why not?"

"I heard the gun-shots."

Dimitri nodded.

"Are you afraid to see her? Dead? She was going to commit suicide, Adrian. I saved her... And you don't have the guts to see her."

"Who are you?" Adrian demanded.

"The man with the gun, and the man with the gun makes the rules," was all Dimitri said.

"Hello Adrian," Rose held the gun at his head.

"You knew I'd changed the safe combination?" he realized out loud as he looked at his wife.

"I tried opening it; that's when I knew Dimitri was telling the truth," she admitted.

"Bitch," he growled.

"Meh."

"You're sick. You're crazy, Rose."

He turn around, ready to hit her, but Dimitri stopped him.

"Hey watch it man!" Dimitri yelled at him. Adrian backed away, hands in the air. Dimitri came to stand next to rose, and held her hand.

Rose nodded at Dimitri, and he nodded at her.

She pulled the trigger.

A/N: Adrian's murder looked like it was a robbery... And Dimitri and Rose are dating...

And yeah.

happy ending ^.^

Lol, I wasn't going to kill him, but it was that or he became a hobbo. And I rather see him dead, than a hobbo.

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