A big Thank you to Vivi my BFF for believing in me, this wouldn't have been possible without you. Also Thank you Laurabelle2930 for taking the time to edit this monster story.

Rated M (You've been warned)(Hot Blood By Kaleo. Check it out. They're amazing)

Chapter 4

HOT BLOOD

Antonio was sitting in a dark corner of Molly's with his colleagues, sipping on the cold beer Adam had given him only minutes ago. His mind was drifiting to earlier events that week. He could still see her clearly standing in front of him, babbling nervously about wanting to hang out with him.

Her reaction, the moment he told her no, still was sitting deep inside of him, and he didn't like the way it made him feel.

He had to admitt that he liked her, but his current situation made it impossible for him to get involved with someone, especially someone he could really care about. It wouldn't be fair for her or him for that matter. He shouldn't have flirted with her in the first place, but he couldn't really help himself. The moment he laid eyes on her when she saved his CI in the cold streets of Chicago, he was pulled into her spell. He couldn't really do anything about it, she had a way of looking at him that had made him forget the world around.

Sylvie had entered the bar minutes ago. She was now sitting on a stool at the counter, next to no other than Kelly Severide.

"That was a hell of a save today!" Kelly said bumping his shoulder into hers.

"Thanks." Sylvie smiled briefly.

Hermann approached them with a couple of new beers. "Good shift today guys." Christopher turned to Sylvie. "Is there something going on with you and the Detective?" Sylvie looked at him confused. "No, not that I know of. What Detective?" She said with surprise covering her gaze.

"He's been watching you for quite some time now." He pointed in a direction behind her with his chin.

Sylvie turned around and her eyes locked with Antonio's. She looked at him questioningly and held his gaze. He just kept looking at her. There wasn't movement, only their stare. She knew he wouldn't back down, so she did. She turned around, and gave her attention back to Kelly.

The bar was full, and Sylvie was tired. She didn't know why she had agreed on having a drink after the day she had, when all she actually wanted, was to go home and just sleep. She drank the rest of her beer and listened to Severide's story about saving those kids today. Things had gotten pretty ugly pretty fast and they almost lost two little girls, but thanks to the Squad, everybody was safe at home with their family's.

"Can I drive you home? You look tired." Severide said putting his hand on her lower back.

"She's here with me." A voice behind them said. Sylvie turned around and watched the scene with disbelief. What the hell was that guy thinking? The way Antonio stood in front of them, with an arrogance that radiated something so sexy she almost fell under his spell right there again. "No, pull yourself together" she told herself while trying to get her body under her control again. Sylvie straightend her spine and lifted her chin. "I can't remember us going out together. In fact if I remember correctly, you said you don't want to hang out with me. Remember?" She was aware of the Lt. starring at them from the side, was aware of the hand that was still on her lower back supporting her but she didn't care in this moment. She tried to analyze the situation without showing that Antonio was affecting her.

His whole behaviour confused her. He had turned her down, but now as she was having a beer with a friend, and yes that was all Kelly Severide was to her, a friend, Antonio was acting like a jealous caveman. The intenseness that radiated from his whole being, the look in his eyes as he watched them, all that made her skin tingle, her body wanted to press itself into his, wanted to feel his hard muscle pressing her into the nearest wall, wanted to feel his lips on hers, wanting him to want her.

She shook her head. Breaking gaze with him, she murmurd and excuse and pressed her body through the crowd to the exit.

The moment she stepped out, she could breath again. Sylvie closed her eyes for a bit, she needed to gather her thoughts. This guy was a mistery, what the hell does he want? what is his game? She shook her head, thinking about herself for a moment. Her body was betraying her, even though her mind told her to be carefull her body wanted it. Wanted to fall under the spell of the bad boy he clearly was. Why had he flirted with her to turn her down after anyway? Why had he acted all jealous after he had turned her down?

Sylvie started walking to her car that was parked somewhere down the street. The night was clear but windy. She pulled her coat closer around her body and started to run to her car, finding the keys in her purse, Sylvie opened the door and got in. She knew she should not drive after the drinks she had, but it was best option she had at the moment. Because she didn't even have money left to pay a taxi.

The moment her eyes opened she knew she was late. She checked the black alarm clock that was sitting next to her on her wooden nightstand and was relieved that her inner alarm clock was wrong. She still had an hour to get to work.

Switching of the lights in the bathroom Sylvie was about to get dressed when she heard the ringing of her mobile phone from somewhere deep inside her purse. She changed direction and picked it up.

"Hey Syl. It's me Maggie."

As soon as Sylvie recognized the voice of her best friend, she was pulled back into a time she was so desperate to forget. A time that held another city and a fiancè she worked so hard to get away from. A man who had used her as a punching ball, a man who had controlled her, a man, she wished was dead. She couldn't see clearly, couldn't think clearly, stars formed behind her eyes, Sylvie managed to get a hold on the couch. Closing her eyes she remembered the breathing exercises her Psychiatrist had showed her.

It worked, a few seconds later, she had managed to pull herself together. Still a little shaky she answered. "Hey Maggie, how are you?"

"I missed you Sylvie, and that is why I'm coming to visit. This weekend. And don't worry, nobody knows."

Sylvie exhaled loudly. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You know I'm not sure about nothing." Sylvie could see her best friend's smile through the phone. She shook her had and had to smile for herself. "Ok then, sounds good."

"What's fun without a little risk right?" Maggie said now laughing.

"I hope you're right."

"See you in a few days girl. And I promise to make sure that I'm not followed. I booked more than one flight, if you know what I mean."

"Good. Thanks." Sylvie said before her friend cut the line.

It was quiet. The room suddenly felt to small. She could feel the air getting thinner around her, the feeling of somebody strangling her filled her mind. She took hold of her neck, closing her eyes, she convinced herself that it was going to be okay. Maggie knew how important it was to be careful. Sylvie opened her eyes, slowly. She came to herself and the moment she trusted her legs to carry her upstairs so she could get dressed was the moment she had controll over her life again. But something inside her told her that something wasn't okay, that having control was only an illusion.

The days had passed fast, but Sylvie had barely recognized. She was carrying herself through her work days as good as she could. Somehow she was here, but somehow she wasn't. Nobody noticed anything though. She knew how to hide it well. She had a lot of practice.

"Good shift guys, I'm heading home."

"Hey Sylvie, wait." Gabby called loudly after her.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Antonio was asking about you the other day. Is there something going on?"

Confused, Sylvie frowned her forehead. "He did?"

"Yes." Now Gabby was the one having the confused look on her face. "What is going on?" She added when Sylvie didn't say anything.

"I asked him out. He turned me down. End of story." Sylvie said after a moment.

"I don't think it's the end of the story, I know the look on his face and in his eyes when he likes someone. It's still the same as it was in first grade, when he was into Sandra something. Believe me, he likes you." They started walking to their cars together.

"It didn't seem that way." Sylvie said shrugging her shoulders. "And to be honest, I have other stuff to think about at the moment."

"I noticed." Gabby stopped walking, she grabbed Sylvie by her arm so she'd stop too.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here." She said and took Sylvie into a hug. "Thanks, I appreciate it." She did, she truly did.

"Have you seen my black bra?" Maggie asked rumaging through her suitcase like someone who lost their mind.

"You mean the one screaming 'fuck me'" Sylvie couldn't suppress the laugh. "Yeah, I've seen it, it's hanging over the bathroom door."

It had always been like that when they were together, and as much as Sylvie had been afraid to be confronted with a dark piece of her past, she had to admitt that she had missed her friend and that she was glad she was here with her. Despite all her concerns, Sylvie was enjoying herself.

Her friend Maggie Pierce was a force of nature, actually exactly the oposite of her. She was the one with the wild and dangerous ideas, she was the one pulling Sylvie out of her confort zone, she was the one who at the end, saved her. Sylvie knew, that without her, she'd be dead by now and she knew she'd never forget that.

"Maggie?" She turned around so she would face her best friend. "You know I haven't forgotten, do you?" She almost whispered but her voice was strong.

Maggie's face changed, suddenly the wild funny look was replaced by friendliness and kindness, Maggie tilted her head to the side a little before she took the few steps that were between them. Removing a tear on Sylvie's cheek she pulled her friend in for a hug. "I know. I know" She whispered over and over again. "It's okay, you're safe now. We're safe now."

Slowly Maggie let go of her. "We gotta go. C'mon girl it'll be fun." Maggie said and the thoughtful side of her was replaced by the wild, dauntless girl again.

"I am not so sure about that."

"Do you still like men?"

"Y-Yes."

"Do you like muscles?"

"Yes."

"Then this is exactly what you need. Believe me."

"But isn't it illegal?"

"No... Ok yes, maybe a little."

"If we get arrested, I'm gonna rat you out." Sylvie said very very seriously but soon they both were laughing.

It was dark, cramped and it smelled like someone or something had died. The tunnel they walked through seemed to go on forever. The only thing that made them walk was the fact that other people were walking in front of them and behind them. Sylvie didn't know why she had agreed to this. Finally as they could make out the end of the cold dark tunnel, loud music that seemed more like noise and not like lyrics was reverberating in the cold tube.

The room they stepped into was huge. The whole structure was made out of Beton, everything was grey except for the walls with graphite and dirt on them. The smell was bad, but not as bad as in the tunnel. In the middle of the room was a cage, mats were laid out on the inside. The cage was empty but blood was on the mat, there had already been a fight before they had arrived. Sylvie could see sprinkling bloodstrains on the mats. Some old, some from recently. She felt Maggie grabbing her sleeve and pulling her to some empty folding chairs near the cage. Actually very near to the cage.

"Can't we watch from somewhere behind?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer. She sat down and was very glad she had put on a pair of jeans instead of the dress Maggie had tried to convince her to wear. It was hot in there and she could feel the excitement that was lingering in the air.

People started screaming as the first of the two fighters approached the cage. A young man held the door open for them. The first guy, a big black man who looked a bit like Wesley Snipes in Blade walked in first. He was wearing nothing except a pair of shorts in the colours black and red. People started to clap their hands, cheering. The song that filled the room Sylvie didn't recognize. She could only tell that it was rap music.

Sylvie watched with ease as the second guy walked in, and almost fell from her chair when she saw that it was Antonio Dawson. "Antonio?!" She whispered to herself. Antonio was wearing shorts in red with gold. Sylvie watched him walk around the cage, his song still playing but she hadn't paid any attention to it, noticing how he was focusing on what was yet to come. His muscles flexed under his skin, drops of sweat already ran down his back, sparkling in the light that was lightening the cage from above. The way he moved, the way his eyes sparkled, Sylvie felt how she was pulled in again, slowly pulled in to another side Antonio was showing her, without even knowing. This man was more and more a mystery to her.

"Do you know him?" Her friend asked her in disbelieve, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Kind of." She turned around to see what was happening in the cage, when Maggie started to ask all kind of questions. "shhhshh"

"Did you just shhhsh me?" Her smile grew, but Sylvie's focus was already somewhere else again.

Her whole body was rigid. She sat at the edge of her seat, screaming at the guys who were now fighting like their lives depended on it.

Antonio was on the floor, lying there trying to get up again, but his opponent gave him a hard time. Finally he managed to get up again, but the moment he did, a fist hit his face hard, he stumbled back, hitting the cold cage with force. Sylvie watched him shaking his head, noticed how he was pulling himself together. He limped forward, the fire in his eyes still burning, he punched his opponent hard, first into the face then into his side right above the kidney.

He was the one having the upper hand now.

Until Snipes took Antonio into a what looked like a hug, but Antonio managed to free himself again. Antonio was bleading, so was Snipes.

Sylvie didn't know how much more she could take before she'd run outside. This was brutal. But as much as she wanted to leave, she needed to know how this was going to end. Her eyes were glued to the fight in front of her. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

She had lost track of time and the moment Snipes fell and stayed down she felt relieved, like a weight had lifted of her shoulders. She stood up shouting like others had. Her blonde hair waving around her as she screamed with the crowd. Wait, what the hell was she doing? What just happened was barbaric.

And yet she liked it.

"We need to go." She grabbed Maggie and pulled her out of the hall. She practically ran out not bothering her friend protesting behind her. The moment they were outside, she stopped, leaning against the brick wall that covered the alley in darkness.

"What the hell is going on?" Maggie's concered voice broke the silence.

"Can we go home?"

"Not until you tell me what is going on!"

Knowing she wouldn't get home otherwise she started to talk. "This is Neanderthal-ish. Is that even a word? Anyway you know what I mean."

"You liked it. And don't try to deny it. I watched you watch the fight."

Sylvie stayed quiet.

"Look, you don't have to be ashamed that you liked it. A lot of people do." She made some gestures with her hand, "Sylvie, this isn't the same thing. You are not the same person. You are allowed to have fun, to make your own decisions. If you like two men with six-packs fighting then so be it."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"Do you think I'm a masochist?" Sylvie asked slowly.

"Why? Why would you say that?"

"I liked them fighting, liked watching it. After all I've been through. I liked it." Her eyes on the ground her voice got thinner by every word she spoke.

"Look at me." Maggie took Sylvie's chin and lifted it up so Sylvie had to face her. "That is totally different. You are strong and you are over all this shit that happened to ? Never think that you deserved what he did with you."

Tears were falling, but Sylvie was nodding.

The girls spend the days they had together. It was their last evening together, before Maggie had to catch her flight back home early the next morning.

"Can we check out that place called Molly's you talked about the other day?"

"It's a bar, not a night club."

"I don't care. Let's go there."

They both got ready in record time. Maggie wore a silver dress with black stripes. Her black hair hung loosely down over her shoulders. Sylvie decided it was a good occasion to wear the little black dress which was hanging in her closet for way to long now, and combinated it with black pumps. Maggie helped her get her hair up. The amount of hairspray she used almost took them out and into a coma, but as Sylvie looked at herself in the mirror, a beautiful young woman looked back at her.

"Good to go?" Maggie shouted from downstairs.

"Coming."

Molly's was crowded, They found an empty space near the bar, Sylvie looked around and greeted some of her co-workers in the process.

"Good evening ladies, who's your gorgeous friend?" Kelly Severide asked as he stepped to their table.

"Kelly this is my best friend Maggie." She made a small pause to breath when she suddenly felt someone watching her. Her eyes roamed over the crowd. Antonio. "Ouch!" rubbing her arm because Maggie had slapped it, she focused back. "Sorry, ehm where was I? Right. Maggie, this is Kelly Severide, my colleague and friend." Kelly took Maggie's hand to shake it but Sylvie's focus was on the crowed again. The moment she found Antonio, she hopped from her stool. "I leave you two, Kelly, be nice!" Not waiting for an answer, she walked away.

Antonio was standing around a high table with a few of his police colleagues. Sylvie watched him as she closed the distance between them, his hair was cut short, shorter than last time she'd seen him. It looked sexy this way. Under his black leather jacket he was wearing a blue shirt. By the way he moved when he talked, made his gun shown to her a few times, it was strapped into a brown leather belt on the side of his torso.

"A word?" She had put all the bravery she could find together.

An amused Antonio was looking down at her, the smile on his lips made her angry. Sylvie grabbed him by his hand and pulled him away from the others. Soon they reached the back exit. She turned around so she would face him. The night was still warm, the alley was dark. A dog cold be heard barking somewhere but other than that no sound could be heard.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you look stunning!"

Words she was about to speak got stuck in her throat. She held up a finger and tilted her head to the side a little, considering what he just had said.

"Huh... Thanks... But that wasn't what I meant. You look not so bad yourself, not that I noticed.."

He was smiling again. The way he was standing there, so self-confident, as if he owned the place and everything around him.

"You need to stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" He took a step closer.

She took a step back.

"You made it clear that you didn't want to go out with me, so please stop looking at me the way you do."

"And how would that be?" Another step.

Another step back.

"Like you want to fuck me, when yet, you made it clear, you don't!" Breathing heavily now she felt the cool brick wall behind her.

Antonio's gaze darkened while he took another step. "I can't. I'm sorry. My life is just so complicated now." With only inches between them, Sylvie could feel his hot breath on her. His scruff chafed over her pure pale skin. Shivers ran down her spine, his body so near, yet so far out of reach. He hovered over her like an animal caging it's pray. Pressing her hands into the wall, she felt her nipples harden as her breast brushed against his hard chest. She let her head fall back a little, closing her eyes she let the sensation of feelings invade her senses.

The way her body reacted to his, almost like magnets, she was pulled to him, made the fear, she had managed to press down come up to the surface. With her eyes still closed, she felt his fingertips on her neck, roaming down all the way to her collar bone. His lips so near, almost touching hers, she could feel the heat that was radiating from his skin. Moaning she pressed her body further into his, demanding him to touch her. He didn't.

The skin where he touched her seemed to be on fire. Every second that had passed by now made her more wanton. His fingers came to a halt on her chin, grabbing it firm, yet gentle. She could feel his eyes on her, could feel how he observed every move she made.

"Open your eyes." His low husky whisper echoed on the walls in the alley like forbidden sins. Sylvie managed, barely. But when she did, what she witnessed, took her breath away. Never had she seen something sexier. Antonio was just inches away, half of his face was covered in shadows. His eyes were dark, almost black. Lust, fire, passion, love... all of these things she could see through them. His hair was a mess, she must have had pulled on it before but she couldn't remember doing it. His earring sparkled in the reflection of a streetlight. He looked like trouble, she knew he was trouble. She didn't care. Not one bit.

She lifted her right hand up, carefully brushing it over his cheek.

Once.

Twice.

He took her hand into his. Placing it beside her body. His hand found her thigh, digging his fingers into her exposed skin. Mid-tigh he stopped, lifting her leg up, pressing himself further into her. She could feel his hard length on her stomach as he finally pressed his lips onto hers. Kissing her gentle but firm.

A moan escaped her lips but got lost in the kiss, her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him even closer. Her tongue found his lower lip and she softly stroke over it. He gained her access. She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss she waited so desperately for, she wanted more. The moment she thought about it, he was gone. The loss of the heat that had surrounded her gone. The muscles that had her caged into place, gone. The loss of his body weight, made her open her eyes so quickly she could only see stars for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have!"

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE WHAT? KISSED ME?" Sylvie shouted, and she didn't care if somebody heard her or not. Antonio stood opposite of her, just a few feet away. Shocked by her sudden outburst he felt rage filling him.

"Yes, No... I mean I'm drawn to you. And it bothers the hell out of me because I can't control it."

With that he left her standing outside alone. Suddenly the night didn't feel as warm as before, goosebumps erupted on her skin, as the cold air of the night enveloped her.

"We're leaving!"

Sylvie pulled Maggie away from Severides arms and took her outside.

"What is going on?"

"I'm done with men!"

They stood opposite eachother with Sylvies car between them. "Oh c'mon, it couldn't have been that bad with the way your hair is looking." Winking at her friend Maggie was leaning herself against the car.

"Oh believe me, it was good, more than good actually, until it wasn't. And now let's go!" Maggie just stared at her friend but didn't say anything. "Please?"

"Okay Okay.." They got inside the car. "But I want all the dirty details." she insisted before pulling out the seatbelt behind her.

As the days went back to normal, Sylvie wasn't. She couldn't get rid of the memories from that night. As much as she tried to forget Antonio, who was rejecting her all the time anyway, she couldn't. The only good thing was, when she thought about Antonio, she didn't think of her past. And for that she was grateful. Maggie had left her a few days ago, and as much Sylvie hated goodbye's she knew she'd see her soon again.

It was quiet in the firehouse. Joe had cooked a nice meal for dinner, Mouch was sitting on the couch like always and everything was just nice. She was sitting at the table on one of the more comfortable chairs as Kelly suddenly appeared next to her. "Hey, everything okay?" He asked while he was sitting down.

"Hi, yes why?"

"You seem so quiet lately."

"Antonio?"

Her head shot up, "How? huh?"

He smiled like a kid when he answered. "I'm not that blind!"

Frowning Sylvie was about to say something when Kelly beat her to it. "Listen, he likes you, in fact I think he's totally in to you." Stopping him mid-sentence by putting a hand on his knee, "How would you know?"

"Believe me, I know!" Sylvie sat back in her chair again, crossing her fingers on her stomach.

"Okay, maybe you're right. He did kiss me last time he saw me, and he admitted that he likes me too."

"Told you he likes you." In remembrance she answered, "But why the hell did he walk away then?" Pulling herself back into reality, she found Kelly's eyes.

"Maybe he has his reasons." He paused and put his hand on her shoulder. "Want my opinion?" Sylvie locked eyes with him and nodded.

"Make him jealous..." Sylvie's eyes widened. "We both know he is the jealous type, make him, and I'm sure he'll be on your doorstep faster than you can say his name."

Sylvie considered Kelly's words a moment and was about to contradict, when the sirens rang.

The scene was bad. The air smelled like death. Sylvie and Gabby jumped out of the ambulance and ran over to the building fire. The sky had gotten dark because of the smoke that was in the air. The fire, which was already coming out the windows, was hot on their skin. People with cameras were in the area, watching the horrible scene in front of them. Everywhere people could been heard shouting. Firemen running around, water hitting the building desperate to safe it.

They came to a halt next to the Chief. A guy was lying on the street, he must have jumped out of the burning building. Chief Boden was pressing something that looked a lot like a shirt onto the man's head.

"He's still alive!" He shouted loudly "Pulse is week but it's there."

"We'll take over from here. " Sylvie grabbed the towel and lifted it quickly to see what they're up too.

"We need to get him to the hospital. He won't make it otherwise."

Otis and Hermann helped them getting the man onto the board so they could leave.

"Let's go." Gabby shouted and Sylvie drove off.

"Did he make it?" The Chief asked in his usual grumpy rough voice.

"Doesn't look like it."

The people working in the firehouse scattered all over the place most of them in their own thoughts of the prior events.

"Can I talk to you for a sec." Sylvie grabbed Kelly's sleeve not waiting for an answer.

"Can you help me?"

"With what exactly?"

"Pretending."

"No, nope you gotta figure out something else." He said walking into the direction of the men's room.

"I can see you smiling..." She shouted after him. Shaking her head she made her way to the showers.

She hated not knowing... It just didn't leave her alone. Why was he acting like such an ass? Why the hell did she like him so much? When she knew it would be better to keep her distance? He was trouble. That was the only thing she was sure of, but yet she knew she would get burned again. She wasn't one to give up so easy. She was going to take matters into her own hands and do something about it! She had listened long enough.

As soon as her shift had ended, Sylvie went to Molly's with the others. She took the seat beside Severide knowing he'd back her up eventually. She didn't know if Antonio was there, but if he was she wasn't going to give away her chances. She leaned into Kelly whenever there was a possibility. She talked to him a lot and she put a smile on her face. She laughed at his jokes even if they weren't that funny and she touched him more than was necessary.

It didn't feel right.

"I can't do this, it's just not me." She said. Getting of the stool she placed a kiss to her friends cheek, grabbed her coat and went home.

A day later...

She had let him talk, now she was the one who was going to say her piece. Sylvie walked through the front door of the police station and walked up to the front desk where no one other than her friend Trudy Platt was standing.

"Hi." She said as she approached.

"Sylvie? What brings you here?"

"I need to see Detective Dawson." She paused "Is he around?" She placed her fingers on the edge of the desk for support.

"Want me to buzz you up or to call him down?"

"If you could buzz me up. that would be fine. Thank you." Trudy made a gesture for her to go up. And that she did. With fast steps she arrived. Antonio was sitting at his wooden desk, he was concentrated on reading some document that was lying in front of him. His earring sparkled in the light of his desk lamp. His hair was brushed to the side. This was Antonio the Cop. She found herself liking it as she stepped closer. Antonio was the only one up here. And she wondered where the others might were.

"Hi."

Antonio lifted his head to find Sylvie standing in front of him. He tilted his head to the side a little watching her.

"Hi" He said surprised but then his tone changed, it was if he had built a wall around himself. "What brings you here?"

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Her hands in her pockets, she wagged on her feet.

"Sure." He got up, "Follow me."

He led her to a conference room. The room was lit with light coming in from the big window that gave view to the street from where she had come in. Sylvie took in the view as she spotted the ambulance. She focused on it, while she gathered all her thoughts and formed the speech she was about to give.

"Listen I..." Sylvie put her hand up to cut him of.

"You talked last time, now it's my turn." She turned away from the window to find him standing near behind her watching. "I am a great person, I had have a bit of a rough past, but I worked through it, at least I'm trying to, I have built a life here in Chicago and I made it work. There are still things that I haven't told anybody yet but at some point, I'm hoping to share them with you." She remembered to breath. "I really like you. And just so you know, I deserve to be happy. So please, for god's sake make up your mind and figure out what you want."

'Ambo 61. Multiple car accident on W Roosevelt road, all units needed.'

"I gotta go." She walked passed him but he captured her upper arm. Antonio pulled her back into him and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Go we talk another time."

Gabby who was waiting in the ambulance gave Sylvie a look as she opened the door and got in. "Later, now drive."

The night was cooler than the one last time she was out. This time she came alone, she was standing in front of an abandoned underground station ready to walk down into the unknown. She had called Maggie who gave her the address to the next illegal fight, Sylvie didn't want to know how she knew, she just needed to go there and hope Antonio was fighting again.

Following the crowd into the dark, Sylvie felt getting more and more excited. The walls on either side of her were cold and full of graphity. She could see them now, because little lights were installed on the ceiling of the tunnel. The air down there was thick. At least this time it didn't smell like something was dead. She followed the people who were walking in front of her and into another subway tunnel until they finally reached a door. She walked through and found herself in a room similar to the one from last time, only a little bit smaller.

Looking around she took a seat near the cage that was built up in the middle of the hall. It was loud, people were chattering and placing their bets. Sylvie watched with ease as a few minutes later, the light went out and people rushed around to get the best spot possible.

She had to wait two long fights when the guy who looks like a Chicago Mobster announces the next two fighters. A song Sylvie knew so well filled the room as Antonio walked through the crowd.

You Put on your war paint

are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down

Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground

We are the jack-o-lanterns in July setting fire to the sky

Here, here comes this rising tide, so come on

Put on your war paint

Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-dies

Silver clouds with grey linings

So we can take the world back from a heart attack

One maniac at a time we will take it back

You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start

So dance alone to the beat of your heart

His hair stood up, sweat on his upper body let his skin shine. His muscles flexed under his skin as he circled his arms and swinged them to warm up. He walked into the cage.

Sylvie was sitting at the edge of the uncomfortable wooden folding chair. She straightened her spine and stretched her neck so she could see more. People were shouting, whistling and clapping their hands together, some were screaming stuff but she wasn't able to understand a word of what they were saying.

His opponent walked into the ring to a Queen song she had to listen to when she was a kid, because her mom was a huge fan. She found herself singing the lyrics when she remembered that this was the enemy. The guy Antonio was facing had a bald head and very thick dark eyebrows. He looked like a russian monster. To her left was a guy who took bets, and yes, she knew she shouldn't but who could blame her. She quickly placed her bet and went back to her seat.

The music stopped. The lights went on again but only over the cage. The atmosphere in the hall was overwhelming, people were shouting while the two fighters were circling each other. Big guy was attacking first. Antonio's head flew back into the cage. Faster than she was able to absorb what happened, Antonio had pulled himself together, and was now running into the guy, ducking he put his arms around the others torso and ripped him of his feet.

Sitting on top of him he punched him hard, left, right, left, right. All his opponent was able to do at this point was hold up his cover. In a swift motion, Dawson was the one lying on the mat, holding up his arms to cover his face. The big guy was punching down on him with no mercy. Sylvie could see blood that was flying through the air, landing on the mat in a pattern of spatter.

She shot up from her seat, shouting with the crowd, "GET UP, GET THE HELL UP." Throwing her hand in the air. "FIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE ON THE FLOOR? SLEEP? GET THE FUCK UP FOR GOD'S SAKE."

What the fuck was she doing here? This was insanity... The man she liked so much was fighting an illegal fight and was loosing. And for what? If that came out he'd be fired in an instant!

Antonio managed to get the guy off of him, they both were standing again. Bald head was coming at him again but this time his arms were up to block the punch. His nose was bleeding as was his lip. Antonio couldn't feel the pain, the only thing that was counting now was winning. He simulated a punch with his right fist but instead of going through with it he turned around and swung his arm until his fist made contact with the Russian's head.

He fell.

Antonio was kicking him into his side. Rage leaving his body as he kept hurting the man who was lying on the ground beneath him.

"STOP!" Sylvie shouted through the crowd, and as if Antonio had heard her her, he did. He was standing above the guy, looking down at him. From where Sylvie was standing, she could see the drops of sweat that ran down his back to the now with blood covered mat. She stood, her legs carried her to the cage. She grabbed it, held onto it. "Antonio, it's over, he's down. Look at me. I am right here with you."

His head snapped up. Pinning her to the spot, his look wild, his eyes dark. "Sylvie?" Shock was written all over his face as he made his way out of the cage, not bothering the people around him or the cheering of the crowd.

Grabbing her roughly by her arm, they walked the same way out he had walked into the cage only minutes ago. But this time there wasn't music. This time there only was Sylvie and Antonio.

He brought her to a more quiet corner covered in shadows, where no one was able to see them.

"I was where you are now, and I know what it does to you. But when you laugh, I can see it, I can see you. I see all your colours, all your scars, behind the walls you have put up. Don't you see how beautiful you are?" She paused, heavy breathing she looked at him. He was standing there, opposite of her, his arms hanging loosely beside him. His eyes remain on her, not moving at all he listened. "You are a proud man, you are as brave as a lion, you have a big heart and most of all I love the way you look at me, how you tilt your head to the side and always notice when something is wrong. And if you only knew what you're doing to me now, when you're smiling at me..." Pause. "You are perfect the way you are. Every inch of you is perfect, for me you are perfect!"

Silence.

"Never in my life I have wanted something so badly. I want you Antonio, with all your problems. ... I have problems too you know. We can work through all that together."

More Silence.

"Now it's your turn to talk."

He took a step.

Then another, and another, and another until he was standing in front of her, shirtless with some blood on him, he invaded her personal space. His scent filled her nostrils, a mixture of sweat and aftershave. His hands still taped from the fight he put his hand to her cheek carefully. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. His thumb caressed her pale skin, once twice, before she could feel his hot breath on her skin, she felt his shaking lips on hers.

Soft sheets that smelled like him surrounded her. His heavy body was pressing her into the mattress. She could feel his hard chest rubbing over her hard nipples. His hard length pressed into her pelvis as she was squirming under the touch of his big rough hands on her soft skin.

She moaned into his kisses. He placed himself at her entrance but didn't move. Sylvie nodded lightly to give permission for him to continue. Pushing in carefully, he filled her tight walls. Arching her back, Sylvie tried to adjust to his big cock inside of her. Pushing in and out of her, slowly he continued kissing her.

Her hands were all over his body. Pressing him into her further. Her nails scratched through his brown short hair over his skull. Growling into the kiss he slammed into her more forcefully.

In one swift motion she was sitting on top of him, opening her eyes, he smiled sheepishly up at her. Kissing that grin away she pulled him up so he was now sitting, steadying himself with one hand behind his back. Sylvie's long blonde hair hung down, over her shoulders, covering parts of her chest and breasts. Riding him slowly he steadied her with his free hand. Drops of sweat ran down both their body's and landed on the sheets beneath them.

Rolling back her head, she moaned as he pushed brutally into her everytime her more than wanton body came down to meet his. Increasing her speed she came down on him hard, pressing herself down his shaft, her small tits bouncing up and down covered in sweat.

She could feel her inner walls tightening and knew she was so so close, yet so far away from getting a release. He must have noticed because he slid out of her, leaving her empty, she was about to complain when he changed their position, again was he hovering above her. He pushed into her, this time he didn't hold back. She felt his muscles and bones move under the skin of his back. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she kneaded his skin while with every thrust she was seeing stars behind her eyelids.

Wherever his fingers touched her, goosebumps erupted what made her shiver but at the same time it felt like her body was on fire. His scruff stroke over the pulse point of her neck, sucking on it lightly before moving on and finding her lips again.

Her golden hair was laying around her face in waves, he found her eyes as she opened them while he caressed her nose with the tip of his. Hovering over her but not moving.

"What are you doing to me?" He whispered into the almost dark room. "Kiss me." Pulling him back down onto her by putting her arm around his neck, she licked over his lower lip with her soft tongue, driving him crazy. He bit softly into her lip to stop her teasing.

"Stop that." He growled.

Smiling she pushed her hips up circling.

"You're playing with fire here." Biting her shoulder before kissing it.

"Is that a promise?" She said with the sweetest voice possible.

"Good girl huh!?"

Their hips slammed into each other, heavy breathing filled the air around them as they lost themselves in each other. Sylvie moaned in exastasy as Antonio pushed into her gently. Pressing her hips into his, she felt her walls tighten soon. She was so wet, she could feel it dripping down her legs and ass before it got soaked up by the sheets.

His bodyweight pressed her down into the soft matress of his small bed. Her golden locks lay around her head wildly. He pounded into her, like an animal gone wild, she was tight around his cock, her muscles clenching around him, more frantic with every thrust he pushed into her. Her nails leaving red marks over his body, their loud moans and grunts echoed the room. Nothing else mattered only this moment with them together.

Antonio's rhythm got sloppier with every thrust, she knew he was near, because she was too.

"I want you to be my girl." Antonio said lying next to her but looking up to the ceiling. Sylvie turned her head, the room was filled with darkness but she could make out his profile. "I am." Stroking over his cheek with her fingers she turned to the side, steading her head with her other hand. Her golden locks fell beautifully around her head all the way down onto the bed. She felt him move and soon his hand took a strain of her hair, that had fallen forward, to place it behind her ear.

"No I mean it, no more hanging out with Severide, I want us to be exclusive." His tone was harsher than he intended it to be but he needed to make sure that she understood him.

"Kelly is my friend." She pulled up the sheets to cover her breast. "And nothing is going to change that. There is something I need to tell you though. Something nobody knows except for my friend Maggy."

"The one you were in the bar with?"

"Yes. Exactly that's the one." Sylvie took a deep breath and tried to gather her thoughts. She never had told anyone but if Antonio meant what he said, that he wanted to be with her, then she may as well tell him everything. Every wrong thing that had happened to her. He needed to know that she was troubled and that she may never was able to get past it. A voice in her head told her that maybe he was the one who could help her forget all the shit that had happened and finally move on. Maybe he was the one who'd love her unconditionally, maybe he'd see past her shit and her angst and see her for who she really was. And something inside her told her that he already did.

"I'm married." She started and immediately felt Antonio shift. "I wanted a divorce but Harris wouldn't sign the papers. Instead he used my body as a punching bag as he did for years by that point so Maggy, she kinda saved me, you know. She knew that I was going to show the papers to Harris and we made a plan that if I do not call her an hour later something went wrong, that's when she should come pick me up in the middle of the night with a packed suitcase and my passport." She knew it was only the short version but she couldn't bring herself to tell all the ugly truth now. "I got into the car, Maggie booked me a flight and from there I took a few other flights but payed in cash to make sure he wouldn't find me, or would look for me in the wrong place." She took a deep breath. "Then I landed here, in Chicago, I found a home and a job. And now I found you." He kissed away a tear that was running down her cheek before he took her into his arms.

"I am so sorry. You are mine now, and I promise to protect you. No one will ever harm you again." His voice was strong and Sylvie noticed the anger that was swimming within his tone, anger against the man who had broken her bones, the man who had punched her into her stomach so she'd loose the baby they were about to have, the man who burned her skin with fire one evening when he came home drunk, the man who raped her and broke her until she had nothing. Tears were falling down now, she was sobbing into Antonio's naked chest. His hand caressed her skin and hair, whispering in his rough voice that everything was going to be fine.

And after a while, she believed him. Everything would be okay, maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day. One day she would be okay, she believed that with all of her heart. Maybe Antonio was a bad guy, but one with a heart as big as a lion's.

End