I personally really like this chapter because it gives us a whole new characters perspective. Someone who will be becoming a regular. As always, I hope you guys enjoy and review! Much love!

Chapter Ten

"You always bite off more than you can chew, cousin." Roman dropped the weight bar down, laughing at Nia. She was doing squats across from him and stopped herself.

"Naw, I think he's the perfect bite." Nia rolled her eyes going to the weight bench, Roman spotting her.

"Ro, do you really think a man like that will come around? I don't care how irresistible you think you are no one can change that much." The Samoan man shrugged. He supposed she was right, but there was something about Dean. He had sort of already given in when he agreed to a second date.

"Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I'm taking him out again Friday night." He smiled when Nia stopped what she was doing to sit up and look at him almost disbelievingly.

"You're kidding?! Why would he agree to that, unless…"

"Unless he secretly desires to be submissive, to be told what to do so he doesn't have to be the strong one. I think he'd like to just let go." Nia raised an eyebrow.

"Seems you have it all figured out then. Go get 'em tiger." The two cousins laughed as they finished up.

"Do you wanna grab some lunch?" They were cleaned up after their workout when Nia suggested they get something to eat.

"Rain check? I'm meeting up with Dean to go over his case."

"Why are you so stuck on this guy?"

"Shut up, I'm not stuck on him. I just like challenges." Nia laughed as Roman got in his car and headed to Dean's house.

"Siri call Chief Helmsley." There was still a matter to take care of before he talked to Dean.

"What do you want, Reigns?" A very annoyed voice rang through his car, making him smirk.

"Dean Ambrose's truck released from impound, for one." A sigh from the other end and then a slight chuckle.

"Okay, fine, you want it? You can your client can come get it this evening." That was too easy. Hunter would never give up that easily, something was definitely up. Roman decided not to press it though, no need to fuck up Dean's chance of getting his car back.

"We'll come this afternoon, no need to keep him waiting any longer than needed."

"This afternoon it is then." He still felt uneasy about it, but he couldn't put his finger on why. Roman hung up when the auburn's house fell into view. It was actually a pretty nice place. The outside had obviously been remodeled and honestly it looked like a place a bartender could never afford so he wondered how Dean managed it. Said man opened the door just as he was about to knock and gasped.

"Fuck you scared me! I was just about to go to your office." He watched as Roman smiled and let himself in.

"Oh no, please, make yourself at home." He rolled his eyes as he shut the front door.

"That's how you want to talk to the man that talked Hunter into letting you get your truck back? Mhmm, not very grateful." Dean's eyes widened at the mention of his truck.

"Wait, what?! They're just gonna let me have it back?" Roman nodded and Dean just wanted to kiss him. This man really was a great lawyer.

"I haven't heard a 'thank you' yet." Dean was so happy he wasn't even going to say anything about Roman's demanding tone. Truthfully, he knew what the Samoan was doing, and he gave him what he wanted anyway.

"Thank you." Roman's eyes darkened as he took in a deep breath and Dean could practically feel the sexual dominance pouring from the man in front of him. Another deep breath though, and Roman seemed to gain control of himself.

"Before we go, we should go over a few things." He motioned for Dean to sit and once again he obeyed without question. Maybe he would be good at this.

"When was the first time a member of the New Orleans police department harassed you?" Roman turned from dominant to professional in a matter of a few seconds, bringing Dean's mind back to the task at hand.

"Um, a few months ago."

"Be specific." Another order from Roman.

"Last September. There was a drag show at Exile. They came in and shut us down saying we were over capacity."

"Who came in?" Dean's blue eyes looked directly at Roman who was writing things he was saying in a notebook.

"Cena and Corbin with the fire marshal." He answered looking down to the book. Roman had nice handwriting, weird that he noticed that.

"And were you over capacity?" Shaggy hair shook as the head it belonged to answered.

"No, 60 people under actually. Days like that we have a bouncer that keeps tally of everyone that comes through the door. I gave it to them that night."

"The next incident, how long after the night in September?" Dean closed his eyes to think. They had come so many times he forgot exactly when these things happened.

"Um, New Years Eve, I think. No wait, a few days before Thanksgiving. It was just Cena that time. He made me ID everyone again. Shut the bar down that night because a trans ID didn't match her face. I knew the girl though, she was transitioning from a man. Had been trying to for a while now. Cena didn't accept that though and forced everyone out. The time after that was New Years Eve. He just harassed a bunch of people that night, scared them away with threats of arrest. Even told one guy he could arrest him for public indecency because he didn't have a shirt on. I tried to get him thrown out because he was scaring off customers but when I put a hand on his shoulder he arrested me for assaulting an officer. I have witnesses saying I did nothing but touch him. Jeff, my boss, is one of them." Roman raised an eyebrow and stopped writing.

"Will Jeff confirm that?" Dean nodded again. He was pretty sure Jeff would have his back.

"Okay, good. Is there anything else?"

"Well, there's Mardi Gras this year. They, uh John and Corbin, came in saying that someone came into the precinct, claiming I had roofied them. That got dropped though because, surprise, surprise whoever said that had left before I got there. Oh yeah, and no one actually filed said claim. St. Paddy's day it was because my license's were 'expired', turns out they just read the date wrong. They like coming up with random excuses on our busiest days, mostly holidays. And of course, you're aware of the most recent attempts to bring me down." Roman had four pages filled out by the time Dean finished and honestly, he was impressed he kept up. He didn't exactly talk slowly.

"Are there any regulars who would come in and confirm any of this?"

"Honestly, I don't know. A lot of people are scared of these guys."

"One more question, had you had any sort of previous contact with John Cena or Baron Corbin before any of this harassing started?" Once again Dean thought back, but he was pretty sure the answer was no.

"Alright, that's all for now then."

"What happens next?" Roman's eyes met his baby blues.

"Next, I'll call some people who also work at the bar, see if they're willing to give statements and present any case to a Judge to see what kind of merit we have to sue the city." Dean was nervous. What if a judge sided with the police department? Would this all be for nothing then and Dean would just continue to be harassed?

"Don't worry. It's been a while since I've lost a case. How about we go get your truck now, huh?" He followed Roman out the door and was a little surprised when the car door was opened for him, but he didn't comment on it. Yes, on their date last night he also opened the door but he figured it was just because they were on a date and he was trying to make himself look good. The short drive was quiet, a nice quiet though. Kind of peaceful actually, comfortable. Dean didn't notice they had already stopped until the passenger door opened again.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." He looked into those deep browns again as he was getting out, a mistake. A fire burned behind those eyes, Dean swallowed like a scared animal caught in the clutches of a hunter. A man came up, breaking the tension between the two men.

"You two here for the Ford F-250?" Dean was the first to break eye contact.

"Yeah." The man nodded and look at something on the clipboard.

"Okay, I just need the release papers. You do have them right?" He had to be fucking joking. Roman was the one to answer.

"No, but if this is going to be a problem, I can call the chief and I'm sure he won't be too happy to hear from me again, which in turn will probably make him pissed at you but I'm sure it'll be fine, yeah?" Clipboard man sighed before telling them to follow him and when they stopped, Dean thought it was a mistake. The truck in front of them looked like it had been through hell. Both headlights were broken, one side mirror was gone and when he looked inside he thought he was going to scream. It was torn and sliced and cut in all sorts of directions. The interior was puled apart, there was stuffing and paper everywhere.

"How did this happen?!" Roman raised his voice although he didn't know why he was angry, not like it was his car.

"Man, I'm just the guy that works here. It came in like that and it's going to leave that way." It looked like Roman was about to rip this guy apart so Dean stepped in.

"Whatever just give me the keys and whatever I have to sign, and I'll be on my way." The man rolled his eyes, muttering something Dean, just ignored as he went into the small trailer that no doubt contained his 'office'.

"He's a jackass."

"He's just doing his job." Dean didn't know why he was sticking up for him, he also thought the guy was a jackass but for some reason he didn't want to agree with Roman out loud.

"I'll talk to the chief to see what happened here. If we play it right, could get you compensated." Dean scoffed as he signed the paper the impound manager brought him.

"I wouldn't get anything. This truck was already a piece of shit before they came along. They just fucked it up even more. Just let this be." The other man just shrugged, seemingly annoyed. Dean didn't know if it was because of his cars condition or because he told him to leave it alone. After the papers were signed the guy didn't stick around so he didn't her the next thing that was said between the two. As he was getting into his truck, Roman stood at the door, holding it open.

"What are you doing tonight?" Those dark eyes bore down on him making Dean feel a little self-conscious.

"I'm hanging with Seth. A movie I think."

"Reschedule?" The nerve of this guy! He was not about to blow off his best friend for some guy he was never going to be with.

"No, you can't just tell me what to do. You're my lawyer, nothing else!" Roman clenched his jaw and made a sound that came from somewhere deep within, like a growl and tightened his grip on the door.

"It wasn't a demand. I apologize if it came out that way. I would never make you blow off your friends. That wouldn't instill trust now would it?" Dean didn't miss his phrasing, he knew he was hinting about the Master/Sub thing.

"But Dean, don't ever do that again. Remember, I'm helping you, it'd be in your best interest to be nice to me, mhm?" Dean hated how right he was. It was something he often thought about. How could Dean show his appreciation without giving in to what he knew Roman wanted?

"Yeah, sorry. You're right. Got a little defensive." Roman shut his truck door and smiled at him.

"I'll come up with something to make the NOPD responsible for your truck. Have fun with Seth tonight." Dean felt kind of bad for assuming that Roman wanted him to bail on his friend but that's how he felt. Roman sounded like he was telling Dean, not asking. He drove away, watching the big figure get smaller in his rear-view mirror. His phone went off and he had to dig it out of his pocket to answer.

"What time are you getting here? I'm thinking of ordering in for us." Seth obviously seemed preoccupied doing something else while on the phone with him, probably cleaning. He was known to do that when stressed.

"Give me 15 minutes. Order whatever, you know what I like. You okay, though?" His friend huffed, and he heard something fall onto the floor, shattering.

"Fuck! Great, I loved that vase. Randy is out on some stake out, they pulled him from suspension to do it, he won't be back for a few days. I'm just worried about him." He should have known it was about Randy. It's usually about him.

"I'll be okay, just need a distraction. So, like 10 minutes? Alright, I'll get you the same old schezuan chicken with vegetable lo mein. Just get your ass over here before I have a fucking breakdown." Dean chuckled before hanging up, his friend ever the drama queen.

Seth and Randy lived in Kenner, a suburb of New Orleans. It held a lot of million-dollar homes, yet despite Seth's wealthy background they lived in a more modest house. He remembered when they two were looking for a house they got into a lot of fights over Seth's boujee lifestyle. Finally, though, they found one they both fell in love with. At almost half a million, it was still out of Dean's potential price range and even though he was glad to have the place he lived in now that Seth practically gave to him, he had to admit he was a bit jealous. It was in the guarded, gated community of Gabriel and every time he pulled up the guard looked at him with so much judgement, like he didn't already know he didn't belong. It was a Caribbean style courtyard home, very airy and bright. When you walked in you were greeted by a staircase that led upstairs to a den type area and the three bedrooms. The floors were this beautiful grey colored tile. The living room was through an archway from the front door and filled with designer furniture with the exception of a lay-z-boy Randy wouldn't allow Seth to throw away. After that was the kitchen with white cabinetry, dark granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances, which is where his friend was. He sat down at one of the bar stools and watched as Seth cleaned something.

"You know, I could have killed you like 5 times by now." Seth gasped and stopped what he was doing to turn and face him.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

"Lock your doors when you're alone, Seth. This time it was me but what if it's a burglar or some crazy murderer next time." Seth rolled his eyes, going back to whatever it was he was previously doing.

"I live in a gated community, Dean. They don't just let anyone roam in." Dean let it go, knowing his point didn't hit home.

"Food should be here any minute in the meantime, tell me how your case is going. That hunky lawyer helping any?" His friend turned back around and leaned on the counter.

"He's trying. Went to get my truck out of impound today and it was trashed. He's going to see if he can hold the department liable, but I don't see it happening."

"Boring. Look, when I ask about hunky lawyer all I want to know is did you fuck him yet?" How Seth managed to say that while looking innocent with his big brown eyes staring into Dean, he would never know.

"No, I didn't fuck him! Are you crazy?! You know about him and you know I couldn't do that!"

"Why not? You have a gorgeous man, clearly into you but you let a little thing ruin that? I don't get it." The doorbell rang, Seth bounded off to answer leaving Dean to think. When his friend came back he asked him a question.

"You don't think the whole Master/Submissive scene is weird? And more importantly, do you think I could be a submissive?" Seth sighed, coming up to his best friend and leaned into him, Dean's hand instinctively going to his waist to steady him.

"That's all up to you, Dean. No, it doesn't weird me out. I think what's really holding you back is fear. Fear of disappointing him, now I've never met Roman but every time we talk about him, you get all giddy and any man that can do that to you deserves a shot. I also think you owe it to yourself to be happy. Plus, you never know, you might like taking it up the ass." Seth laughed, and Dean pushed him away. He could never be serious for more than five minutes. Maybe he did have a point though, Dean did deserve happiness.

And why shouldn't our lovely Dean be happy? He's just gotta get out of his own head a bit don't you think? I'm sure it'll all work out ?