AN: I know some people were uncomfortable reading the rose and Adrian part but The story is rated M. Next time I will make sure I mark it. Also this is Rose/Dimitri, you will see them together, so do not fret. Please review and tell me if there is anything in particular that you would like to see! I already have an outline of how the story is going to go but I'm always open to suggestions! I am also sorry for taking so long to upload. I spent a week in Paris so I never got a chance to complete this chapter and I have some personal stuff going on. I will try and update more consistently!

DPOV

I had already called Abe and told him I had arrived and spent the day looking around Portland for this girl. The conversation did not end pleasantly.

"Have you found her?" Abe's voice rose as soon as he picked up my call. "Uhm no sir, I only got here yesterday afternoon. I did look around and scouted the city..." I said trailing off. Abe immediately realized something was wrong. "What is it boy? Spit it out," Abe's voice was venomous. I knew he would want to know if anything was holding up the search for this girl.

"Last night I found a girl...teaching some loser a lesson, I guess you can say. She was good. Skilled. She had a burning passion in her and some attitude. She is working with some guy, Adrian. I was wondering if you could find me some information on her and him. She goes by the name Venatrix." When I finished, Abe actually let out a chuckle. "That's not her real name. Venatrix is Latin for Huntress," Abe said sounding amused. "I will get some information on them and call you back in ten," Abe finished and hung up.

I knew that when he called me back he would have any and all information I would need. I also knew that I would have to ask him what the deal was with this Rosemarie Hathaway. Why was he so intent on her? I was starting to worry after 12 minutes and he still hadn't called back. After 15 my phone finally started buzzing, "Zmey?" I said uncomfortably. He always gave himself 10 minutes to find out information but it never took him more than 5 to know their whole families and friends life story. "Well I found out what I could," Abe started sound extremely irritated. "Adrian was easy. He is Adrian Ivashkov heir to billions. His family is very powerful in the states but he is known for other business. Most known for drugs and weapons trading. When someone gets in his way he sends out one of his own to deal with it any way they please. Each of his own has their signature ways and names they go by on the street. These people don't have their crimes associated with their personal names. He has two body guards Mason Ashford and Eddison Castile. He's 20 years old and lives in a moderately large house," Abe went on and on and told me where he lived.

"Okay so what about Venatrix? She must be one of the special ones. Plus with her extensive use of knives that must be her specialty," I asked hesitantly. He hadn't mentioned her once. "That is where the problem occurs. Venatrix. She is one of Adrian's girls." Abe stops there. I expect him to continue but he doesn't. "Aannnndd...?" I ask seeing if there was more. "And NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! There is no information on her. She is kept more hidden than the rest and I can't figure out why," Abe yelled through the phone and I flinched. Abe was not someone I want to get angry. "That's fine. If I go to Ivashkov I can ask him where I can find her. I think she could be good to have on our side, but I'll need to find out what she can do first. I'll call you when I find out anything about both girls," I say abruptly. I had a feeling Abe wanted to call everyone and see who she is. If there is one thing Ibrahim Mazur hates more than anything, it is something that is a mystery to him. "Good. I don't have a good feeling about Rosemarie so focus on her. Call me later," with that Abe hung up.

I was now standing in front of Ivashkovs door. His house was alright, but I lived in a small castle so it didn't impress me that much. As soon as I knocked on the door, I grew nervous. I turned around and then noticed something: a black motorcycle. It looked like the same one Venatrix rode.

Impossible. How lucky could a man get? If she was here, then that could make my life a whole lot easier. Maybe my luck was turning around.

My thoughts were interrupted when two guys, Ivashkov's bodyguards most likely.

"Who are you and what business do you have here?" the one with bright red hair asked me. I knew I should get along with them since I didn't want to go through them in order to talk to Ivashkov. "Dimitri Belikov. I'm here to speak with Mr. Adrian Ivashkov," I address both of them. The one who had not yet spoken looked shocked. It seems he has heard of me. He whispered something into the others ear and nodded. They led me through to a pair of doors that looked hastily closed.

The red haired bodyguard stayed with me while the other slipped into the room. "I hope you know what you're doing," the redhead said to me as we waited. It was difficult to hear much from the room the other entered but he came out soon after looking quite uncomfortable.

"They at it again, Eddie?" The redhead asked the other. "Yes, I'm not sure what we should do," Eddie responded. "Did he acknowledge you?" Eddie sighed, "Yes but it could have not been a response to me also. You know how he gets."

I stood there quietly, wondering what they could be going on about.

"Whatever lets just go in," the redhead finally decided. He opened the door and let me walk in. I found a large living room that looked very expensive. The two boys took up positions by the door behind me but sounded like they were choking as they struggled to contain their laughter at my expression. In the center of the room was a large couch that was playing host to two people getting very involved with each other. I was standing there very long and when I heard a groan leave the man that I expected to be Adrian Ivashkov I cleared my throat uncomfortably, hoping they would stop.

The girl looked up at me and I noticed immediately as I saw her face that it was her. Venatrix. For some reason rage boiled inside me. I mentally shook myself, I had no right to feel jealous about some random, beautiful, dangerous girl.

Sooner than I could have imagined, Venatrix was up and crouched in front of the man, a knife in her hand that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Well what a turn of events.