QUICKY A/N: WHEN I FINISH THIS STORY, SHOULD THERE BE A SEQUAL? JUST WONDERING. ~SMITHY


DPOV

I was laying on my bed, reading a Western book, when someone knocked on my door. Who could that be? Slowly, I sat up. I placed a bookmark in my book and walked out of my room.

When I opened my door, I was surprised to see Roza there. Surprised, but at the same time I was happy. It might've been a day since I've seen her, but she was the only thing on my mind.

I smiled. "Hey, Roza."

She looked down. "Can I come in?" she mumbled.

My brows furrowed. "Um, sure." I stepped aside and she walked in; "Was there something you needed, Roza?"

"Adrian called."

"What?" That bastard. "What did he say?"

She looked up at me, her eyes were glassy. "He said you killed people. He said that was your 'job.'" She used air-quotes for that. He told her? "Is it true?" she whispered.

I didn't answer right away.

"Dimitri?" Her voice was quivering. "Is Adrian lying?"

I shifted a little. "Not exactly." Roza gasped. I saw the pure terror on Roza's face, and I immediately wished I hadn't said what I did. "Roza -" I took a step toward her, she took a step back.

"No." she whispered. "S-Stop."

"Please listen, that was years ago -" I tried to explain.

"STOP IT!" she screeched. Tears had formed in her eyes. I didn't say anything, I didn't move. She pointed at me. "I was actually starting to trust you," she said. "That maybe you were completely different then that God damn Ivashkov." She ran a hand through her hair. "But either I'm oblivious to these things or I have a weird attraction to dangerous men. But what I know is that you will stay the hell away from me."

What?

"I thought maybe there could be a relationship," she continued. She thought that? She wanted a relationship with me? "But I don't want to date someone who's just as dangerous as my last one." My heart dropped.

I looked at her, wide-eyed. "Roza, it was years ago. I haven't done anything like that in such a long time." I couldn't have her leave, even if I only just met her. These feelings that are in me - all these feelings for her - I can't have them destroyed. I can't have Roza leave. "Don't be upset."

"Give me two reasons why not?" she seethed.

No answer.

"Well?"

Still no answer.

"Stay the hell away from me." she growled. She shoved passed me and slammed the door behind her, I flinched. I know I had just met her, and I know that I had only gone on two dates with her, but I couldn't stay away from her. She already means so much to me.

"I can't stay away, Roza," I whispered. "I just can't." Quickly I went back into my bedroom and put my shoes on and shoved my duster on. I wasn't about to give up on Roza. I had to tell her.

What I was feeling.


I walked all the way to Roza's apartment building, and sprinted all the way up the stairs. I banged on Roza's door, no answer. I banged again.

"Who is it?" she screams.

I gave a silent sigh of relief. "It's me, Roza." I said.

Silence.

"Go away, you asshole!" she screeched.

"Roza, just let me explain to you -"

"Are you deaf or just an idiot? I said GO AWAY!"

I squeezed my eyes shut. You can do this, Belikov.

"Roza," I said slowly. "Please let me in. I'll exlpain everything. Just give me a chance."

Pause.

The door opened slightly, only for me to see a little bit of Roza; just enough to a see tear-streaked cheek and puffy, red eyes.

"Oh, Roza," I said sadly.

"What do you want?" Her voice was breaking and cracking.

"Can I come in?"

She looked down a moment. "Fine, but you only get three minutes to explain."

I nodded.

She let me in and I explained everything.


Afterwards, she sat on her couch. Her face in her hands. She had been crying softly for almost twenty minutes. I knew this would be hard on her. Nobody would be able to take this lightly.

"I'm sorry, Roza." I said.

She raised her head from her hands and sniffled. "Your family hated the Ivashkovs that much?" she said.

I nodded. "That's why when I saw him hurt you that night, I had to do something. All Ivashkov men are whores. Drunken whores."

Roza nodded. "I know." She sniffled again.

I put a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Will you be okay, Roza?"

"Yeah," she said. She wiped the last of the tears from her eyes. "Thank you."

I didn't say anything.

We didn't talk after that. The silence was a little uncomfortable, but manageable. Well, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"I love you, Roza." I blurted. She looked up at me.

"What?" she asked.

"I love you," I said. "I know we barely know each other, but ever since our dates yesterday, I've had these feelings about you. Wonderful feelings." I reached out and grabbed her hands, holding them tightly in mine. "I honestly love you, Roza," I said softly.

Roza was speechless. And from the short time I've known her, she always has something to say.

"I understand if you don't feel the same," I smiled sadly. "After everything I've told you. . . ."

She shook her head. "I feel the same way." She does? "I've wanted a relationship with you, remember? But. . . .maybe we can go steady for a little bit. Just some dates every now and then."

I nodded. "And I promise I won't let that Ivashkov-whore go anywhere near you."


QUICKY A/N: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO READ CH. 7, ONCE 'MYSTERIOUS RUSSIAN GOD' IS FINISHED, SHOULD THERE BE A SEQUAL? PLZ TELL ME!