Don drags Roma into a room, slamming and bolting the door before tossing the shotgun into a chair. He roughly pulls her into his chest, staring into her eyes. Pulling her tightly to him still, Don pressed one hand against the small of her back, while using the other to cup the back of her head. He kisses her hard on the mouth, his snake like tongue coating her mouth with it's presence. Roma's body becomes rigid, pushing against his chest until his kiss softens…Deepens, his hand moving in slow circles around her back. Despite herself, she responds in kind, her hands moving up into his hair, grabbing handfuls to return the deep kiss, causing him to growl into her mouth. The kiss breaks as both pant slightly. A moment's hesitation, they begin to pull at other's clothes. The sounds of ripped material and popping buttons mingle with moans as they kiss, and move, before falling on the bed. His body fully on top of her, Don pins her arms to her side. Slight panic begins to fill Roma. This isn't what she wanted or how she wanted it. Or was it?
On sure certain ground, Don begins to kiss and taste her skin, mouthing slowly at her neck, her shoulder. Roma struggles for a moment against his strength, attempting to regain some semblance of control. This has gone too far. Her brain, alternating between how good it feels verse what the hell is she doing. Biting his shoulder to hold back screaming, she slams her knee against his crotch, roughly holding him up off the bed a few inches with it, forcing a loud groan from his throat from the pain and pleasure of it.
"Roma! You're thinking too much." He hissed, pulling his head up from her well-tasted neck, and staring down at her with his lustful passionate eyes, despite the pain between his legs, it all only seemed to feed his fire. She pressed her knee into his groin harder when he made a move to remove it, shaking her head at him. He gave a helpless but amused face, lowering himself back down onto her leg and allowing her to do as she wished, continuing to kiss along her next and shoulder all the while.

She grabbed his hair and tried to yank his head off, but he did little to obey her demanding actions, keeping his head exactly where he wanted it.

"I- I just want you to leave me alone..." She shuttered just loud enough for him to hear, the feeling of his hard manhood growing more aroused against her leg, causing her to lose focus on what she was even saying.

"A part of you does... But another part of you wants me to stay and never leave you again..." He said to her almost sweetly, raising his head up again and kissing her flushed cheek. She felt confused and frustrated at him for saying such a thing, but it melted away with the soft touch of his hand along her stomach where she had been shot in Berlin. The scar from the bullet wound remained to remind her of her choice to not shoot him after years of wishing only for his death in the moment of truth she was unable to take his life... Her mistake, for later he abandoned her there on the floor, fueling her hate and bitterness toward him.

"There isn't a day that goes by I don't wish that never happened to you..." He whispered in her ear, his voice breaking slightly at the end pitifully. He looked at her and she returned his gaze, their eyes locking together, neither of them able to turn away from the intrenching sight of the others soul.

"Why do you have to be this way?" She asked him after a long moment in silence, helpless tears building in her brown eyes, backed with anger and loss."So confusing like this. You left me there alone to die, Don..." She sniffled some but didn't look away. His defenses appeared to drop in despair and regret with his shoulders as he lowered closer to her, parting his wet lips to speak...

"I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Roma's alarm blared loudly, snapping her back to reality at a very uncomfortable pace. She shot up-right in her bed and frantically glanced around her room. Everything was just as she left it from the night before and Don was nowhere to be found... Again.

She had just been dreaming...

She sighed and laid back against her bed-board, trying to shake the dream she'd just had from her head. It was too much to process right now, given everything that had happened between Don and her the other day, she wasn't in the mood to think about anything concerning him. Whatever he was going through right now was his own business and she wasn't obligated to feel worried or fearful over it. They had a deal and she kept up her end. He didn't ever say when or where she would drop him off and go their separate ways...

Still, there was a hint of guilt under all the bitterness she built toward him, just knowing that he was out there in the dangerous side of town, surrounded by enemies... Alone and wounded, in need of some company so he could run his big mouth. It was a messy complex state of inconsistent sureness now that reached new heights of insanity.

There was that nagging feeling of grief over "losing him", but she couldn't bring herself to let these feelings change her mind. What he had done to her was far worse than anything she could manage to do to him... Which might have been what frustrated her so much about him. There was never any winning or gaining with Don unless he permitted it, only losing and hurting. Even now she was nearly making herself sick by fighting a battle inside over rather to feel bad for abandoning him or good for finally doing what she should have all along.

It wasn't fair that just when she reached a point of living without fear of his return or paranoia of his presence, he came wandering back into her life to ruin it for her. She was too close to happiness to let her foot off the gas now and back peddle over all the progress she had made.

From now on, Don didn't exist to her.

Work was more than a boring routine without something ground-breaking to focus on, the information that Don had given Roma about Vardhaan was mostly useless at this point until they had more leads to follow and pieces to complete this puzzle.

The questions raised over exactly how she came across this info was slightly difficult to by-pass answering, but she had become rather accustom to improving the truth lately on matters that concerned Don and even herself. Sad part is, she wasn't always like this to the extent she was now. Normally, she kept certain things from people because she considered them private or just not very important to the situation at hand, but when it was required of her to be blunt, she always was without failure. Perhaps this is what lead people to blindly believing everything she told them, they never knew the few things she kept back, or maybe the manner of which she professed everything was with confidence and honesty was what sold them down the river. Whatever the reason, it was something she had learned to count on with people.

Despite how terrible it sounded, she couldn't bring herself to feel awful about it, or quit the bad habit. In fact, she had almost made it a betting thing with herself or a type of game she played occasionally when there was little else to do outside repetitious paperwork or flat office chatter. Since she had returned to work in the building, there was a depressing shortage in enthusiasm she could conjure up every time she came in. Things seemed more boring than usual or just plain useless to her or the simple cases she was assigned to. There wasn't anything exciting about the tasks she carried out or the people she spoke to. Frankly, she wondered if anyone outside Malik and Arjun even noticed she was missing for weeks.

Whatever the case may be, she kept reminding herself that this is what she wanted all along. What she prayed and craved for. A sweet boyfriend, who she was about to be marrying, peace and quiet, a easy job and no drama. No Criminal mastermind with a bad attitude that was constantly popping up out of the blue and bleeding on her doorstep while still retaining that same old snake-like charm that she was positive was a self-defense mechanism of his, he possibly inherited from birth, for the purpose of remaining alive as long as he had. But was still a asshole anyhow, who dressed fashionably as if he was attending a supper with the Prime Minister, who didn't even deserve to be thought about, OR have his name mentioned while being thought about in a tricky, but utterly obvious manner...

There was no escaping the fact she'd been obsessed with him in the past and couldn't keep herself from chasing him down just to bring him down after so many years of seeing him build himself up off the suffering of others, such as herself. But she had grown up and things had changed. She'd never stop hating him for everything he'd done, however, she needed to get over him. Rather mentally, emotionally or physically, he was blocking the way of what she wanted in life and making her feel confused instead of happy.

It was what she wanted, no more sorrow and hurt to be inflicted upon her by the one person who could constantly ruin her life and appear to take pride in it. It was what she wanted, to be happy and sleep next to the same man she loved every night, never worrying or wondering where he had been or what he had done... It was what she wanted, nothing extraordinary.

What she wanted... Wasn't Don.

It had been nearly two weeks since Roma had last laid eyes on the sly form of Don, and days since she'd heard his name merely mentioned at work or on the streets. It seemed that things were going back to normal. Just how she liked it.

After another uneventful day in the office of tracking down simple minded thieves and wrapping up cases with larger organized crime for her fellow employees, she packed up her things for overnight examination and drove home in silence.

When she reached her apartment building her phone chimed, alerting her that she'd received a new message. Slightly worried it might be unwanted news about a certain person she didn't want to think about right now, she waited until she was already in the elevator and to her floor before she checked it, a smile spreading out on her face when she realized it was Arjun whom had texted her a update on his current situation elsewhere. He explained shortly, but cheerfully as always, that he was coming home the following day, finally, and he'd be taking her out on a date rather she liked it or not.

Relief flooded her as the fact Arjun was coming back sank in. Even though he had only been gone for a few days, Roma was in such a state given all that had happened between her and Don, she felt like she needed all the support she could get from him. The only problem was she still hadn't told him about the incident and he wasn't completely aware of why she was so clingy lately. Every other second she was either texting him, or regretting bothering him at all, knowing she should be stronger than this, before reverting back to needing him around once more.

She felt quite foolish in all truth, but the way he handled her behavior was both refreshing and bothersome. He didn't react badly or get upset with her in the least, in fact, he was promising and comforting to her. He didn't demand answers from her or command for her to pull herself together. It was like having a very understanding parent or brother... Which was the bothersome part.

She quickly exited the elevator and texting him back in a excited manner, adding lots of hearts and smilely faces at the end of the message, giggling some to herself. The feelings she got from even talking to Arjun always made her feel better, no matter what the position she was in. He was like the light to the end of a dark tunnel. The best part of every film. The sunshine after the rain. The good against the evil. He was great... And she ignored the side of her that disagreed. She slid her phone back into her jacket pocket and pulled out her keys, unlocking her apartment door and wandering inside, flicking on the lights.

She hummed a quiet tune as she set her things down, pulling off her jacket and hanging it next to Arjun's, walking farther into her flat and plugging her phone in, making sure it was still on so she could get more messages in case Arjun had more to say, a warm smile covering her face.

"Hello again, Roma." Said a voice from behind her.

Roma froze, her breathing halting in shock and disbelief. She glanced around slowly, almost afraid to view what she might find, until her eyes settled on that all too familiar figure she dreaded and desired, standing smugly in the kitchen.

"Don...?" She gasped in, staring at him.

He stepped closer, his long coat hiding most of himself within the darkness around him, making him appear almost as a illusion. There one moment and gone the next, the only thing remaining was the wicked essence he left behind, keeping you positive he was there but unsure rather you created him or if he came alive on his own... Something about the way his shoulders were raised and his form straight was more menacing than she had even recalled it. There was a eery smokey movement to his steps that read his obvious arrogance and confidence with each stroke. There wasn't anything weak or helpless about the man in front of her anymore, he was in control. Even in the clouded dark room, his face was clear and his expression spoke a million words. He was unhappy.

"Yes... Don." He rasped quietly.

"What- What do you want?" She asked, gathering her senses and attempting to remain calm, taking a involuntary step back.

"I have come to settle things..." He answered, all humor and sarcasm depleted from his tone.

"Settle things? I thought we already did. You have what you needed from me and I left. All you wanted was the money and you got it. Our deal is finished. You shouldn't even be here Don, I don't have to help you anymore." Roma said, growing more frustrated with each word she spoke, realizing how true they were and how unfair this all was.

"You never had to help me. Besides, you didn't keep up your end of the deal, Roma... I had much more in mind, and I intend to get what I want." He had almost reached her by now, his steps not slowing for anything. "One way or another." He added the last part when he was close enough for her to feel his breath upon her, his hands sliding out of his pockets and placing them on either of her shoulders. He ducked his head down closer to hers, smelling her lightly, his lips dangerously near to hers.

He was so close and so warm against her, his body feeling somehow stronger and secure even after how demolished he'd been a few weeks ago... Just as she remembered him before. His lips brushed across hers teasingly, and for a split second, she allowed her mind to run wild, plotting to just remain still and allow him to do as he wished, knowing in a sick way she'd enjoy it. Even if she enjoyed to hate him for it once he was through. Nevertheless, all she could think of was Arjun coming home tomorrow and she intended to see him without any regrets and no more secrets. She wasn't that naïve anymore, after all the tricks and games he played on her, she knew better than to expect anything but the worst from him.

Don opened his mouth once more to speak profound lies, but Roma reacted quickly, without necessarily meaning to she suddenly shoved him away from her and kicked him square in the stomach where she knew he was wounded. As he doubled over in pain she took hold of a pot on her table and smashed it over his head, sending him crumbling to the floor utterly unconscious.