Roma opened her eyes. It was the second time she woke up this night. She had a fear that he'll leave the moment she falls asleep. She reached for his body to be sure it's not an illusion. She felt strong muscles underneath her fingers, they spontaneously slid along his abdomen lines, up to his chest, until she felt calm beats of his heart.

Roma looked up, he was awake, watching her.

Embarrassed, she wanted to pull away, but he caught her hand and let it stay on his chest. His eyes were a sparkling reminder of what just happened between them. And it was impossible to put in words. What was that passion about? Lust? Love? All she knew she had never felt that good before.

His gentle touches, his flawless kisses, made her feel as if it was all about her. Tonight he was a man, without a past, without a pain and playful lies. He left his ego outside the borders of this bed. Tonight he was the one she trusted. The only man for her...

He reached over, she felt warm lips on her chest, then along the collar bone line.

"Roma..."

He knew all the places that made her tick. If his plan was to make her lose her mind, he succeeded too many times over the night.

Roma caught his hand just when he was about to make another touch. She was afraid she won't handle it anymore.

"Don't fight me," his voice made her fingers loosen.

Fight him? She gave up that thought long time ago. Their fingers interwined. His skin against hers.

She gave in completely.

...

She woke up to the rays of the sun. Reached for a spot next to her, but all she felt were cotton sheets. She sat up looking around. Don wasn't in the room.

Was it all a dream? Was she just imagining everything? But the spot was jagged up. Somebody slept there after all.

The door opened. Her heart skipped a few beats as Don casually walked in. He threw a safety vest on the sheets, walked to the window.

"Dress up and wear this."

"What's happening?"

"Sebastian is meeting Alfred today in Madrid. We don't know where exactly but we will. "

"How do you know?"

"I have my sources."

The image of a message came back to her.

"I think I might know where he is going!"

"Really?"

"It's Puerta de Europa. Two towers in the centre of Madrid."

"And you know that how?"

"I've seen a message on his laptop when I..." she cut herself off, knowing that Don wouldn't want to hear that.

"When you were spending nights in his apartment?"

"One night..."

He turned away to the window. A killing silence. Who knew what was going through his mind?! She took clothes, started to dress up, after a while when she was done, Don turned back, took a safety vest, put it on her. While he was closing it up she felt his electrifying tension. She had a need to say something or maybe hear his explanation of what happened between them. He looked up at her and she saw the same need in his eyes. He closed the last sticker on her vest, before he was supporting it with his hands. He let go and she felt the weight of it trying to bring her down. Did he took away all of her strenght along?

He stepped back.

"Don.."

"Roma, I don't expect you to change your opinion of me. We've been through a lot of things." he was trying to find the right words. "We can allow ourselves a little love affair. I don't expect it to be anything more for you."

A little love affair...Why did those words don't feel like an explanation? Was he hiding his real feelings or was it his way of telling her that there won't be anything more between them?

Her eyes were moving down his cheeks, thick lips that just a while ago set fire to her skin, his collar bone was showing out of his shirt as if to torture her a little more."Don't look there! Look at his shoes," Roma tried hard to concentrate."Look at his shoes...his.."

"...shoes."

"Shoes?"

"What?" she rised her eyes.

"You said "shoes"."

"I didn't!"...did she?

A wonder smile appeared on his face. He made a slow steps towards her, making a stroke on her lips. She involuntarily closed her eyes.

"I hope I didn't give some kind of love virus, because it looks like you didn't get enough of me tonight."

Roma opened eyes, pushed his hand away.

"I certainly had enough of you! I don't need anymore of your presence in my room!"

He frowned.

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

He didn't believe her. She could see it in his mischievous eyes. He walked out of the room anyway.

The longing in her chest, only proved that this night wasn't enough. But it was only a love affair for him, he was now off to conquer somebody else's unprotected heart.

But was Don really build that way? Ayesha had been with him for years. He didn't trade her for anybody else. Yes, he liked the company of beautiful women, but did he really care for them? Did he love them? Does he love Ayesha? Does he..

"Stop it!" she cursed herself. "You weren't planning this night! It happened. Now forget about it! It's nothing for him...nothing for you."...just a little love affair.

...

They met Roy in Madrid near the two towers. Sameer was there too, though keeping a distance from Don.

"Alfred Sholz is already inside. I can see it through my computer. It shows all the moving bodies and their identity. "

"I want you and my men to get there inside as soon as Alfred comes out. Then go and get Sebastian and his bombs. Understood?" said Roy.

"Where are they? Which floor?"

"West tower, 25th floor. The building has an inclination of 15 grades. Otherwise it's just a regular tower. I advise you to take an elevator here." he pointed out on the map of the building."You have only half an hour before people start arriving for their work. Good luck!"

Don wore a black jacket, gloves and black jeans. He had a silencer in his hands. Now he looked nothing like the man who made love to her few hours ago.

Alfred Sholz went out of the building, the meeting was over.

"Sebastian is still inside. There are a lot of bodyguards, so be careful." said Sameer.

They moved to the back door. Don was behind her.

"You're coming in first," his breath on her neck."While i'll be taking down guards one by one. Try to save his good boy attitude for as much as you can. Then i'll come in."

"Are you going to kill him?" she hated that thought. Sebastian was a criminal, but he did nothing wrong to her. He deserved to be in jail, not killed.

Seemed he got lost in her eyes for a moment, trying to say the truth, but he didn't. Roma knew he'll kill him. Why was she even asking?

"Go!" he ordered. He turned to Ayesha: "You're having her back. Go!"

Roma reached the 25th floor, walked in an open office. Sebastian was packing his case. She knocked with her gun on the table.

"Roma?" Sebastian looked at her, seeming disoriented."Are you alone?"

"Why does it matter?"

He frowned.

"You're here to take the bombs after all..."

"I am. Why do you need those bombs?"

"I'll sell them for much higher price. There are people who are starving for a weapon like this."

"Who are they? Terrorists? People who want to kill other people?" she came closer. "For what? Tell me what is the point of that?"

"I don't care who they are, as long as they pay me good money. They have their own wars, in which I'm not willing to intrude."

"That's how it goes...no one is willing to intrude anywhere. All that everyone care is about themselves." she tried to save some time for Don." And then someone dies..."

"It's the normal cycle of life, Roma. There's no way to stop it."

"That's what they all say..."

"Who?"

"Murderers..."

"I'm not a murderer!"

"Yes, you are. You're helping them succeed in killing more and more people. You're no better..."

"Roma, don't say that!" his anger rose unexpectedly.

"You said you don't want to have anybody's blood on your hands. But you have. Every single death will be on your hands if someone uses this bomb. Unlike other murderers, you'll have a guilt on your shoulders also. Which is a heavy thing to bare."

"Extremely heavy thing to bare." she heard Don's voice behind her.

"Don...of course..."

"I promised, didn't I?" he laughed. "Now give her the case, and you'll be a better human being than me."

Sebastian pressed something on his phone, his face showed dissapointment.

"No use. They all are dead."

Sebastian eyes rose.

"Not all of them."

Roma felt a moving on the right side. Suddenly she got pulled down on the floor by Don. The sound of guns, and shattered glasses. He pushed her to move behind some desks and got up himself starting a fight with Sebastian.

Roma saw Ayesha standing far away from her. The mirror that was next to her reflected a man behind Roma aiming gun at her. She jumped aside, the bullets seized a vase on the table. Roma took out a gun and shot a few times. She turned to Ayesha who was supposed to have her back all this time, but she was now fighting with one of Sebastian's guards too. The guard pushed Ayesha away and started a wild shoot not exactly looking where he was shooting. Window glasses were smashed out, chairs with huge holes. He shot one more time, a lamp fell off the table, slid out through the window. It's long wire somehow got caught around Ayesha's leg and pulled her out in the open space.

Roma jerked for her, but she couldn't reach Ayesha's hand in time. Thankfully, Ayesha caught one of the building's pipe, stayed hanging there. The guard was coming closer to Roma, he threw away the gun that had no more bullets inside.

"Roma, right?" his eyes laughed in a digusting manner.

She was feeling the edge with her heels. There was nowhere to move back anymore.

She heard a shot. The man fell. Her leg slipped from the edge, she felt her body falling out of balance. Don caught her hand in time. He grabbed Ayesha's hand too who was already slipping away. Pulling both of them up, wasn't an easy task.

Roma felt her hand slipping out. She looked up. It wasn't her hand, it was his glove that was slipping from his hand. The more he was pulling up the faster the glove was slipping. Ayesha was having the same trouble.

"Roma.." he was trying hard to pull her up, but it was obvious he had to let go of somebody to save at least one of them.

"Don't let go of me!" Ayesha was screaming, her other arm was injured.

"Don!"

Roma saw his struggle. There was really no more time to think.

"Roma, I hope you forgive me," Roma felt as his hand was now letting go of her intentionally.

What?!

"Don!"

The last touch of his fingers vanished in the air, as she felt her body weightlessly falling down, his face becoming smaller and smaller. Her heart jerked to her toes. Her scream and the pressure of the wind blocked her ears. She could see a blue sky and feel the gravity pulling her down.

But all she could think of was his hand that was not there to hold hers anymore. She couldn't believe he let go of her.