(Mello P.O.V)

Ross was really beginning to get on my nerves now. Not only had the bastard openly claimed me to be 'his' but was more determined to get me into bed with him. Honestly, you'd think the first five hundred no's would get through to him, but he was hard-headed.

I won't mention the countless times he tried to either drug me up, or get me drunk, after a successful bust on another competing family, but I will mention the times he hauled me onto his lap in his drunk states and tried his best to loosen me up. I'd usually play along for good measure, but as soon as his hand went under the leathers, enough was enough.

Thankfully I had gotten my own room and was able to escape the chaos whenever it suited me. However, this didn't stop Ross from following me in one night.

He didn't last a second before I'd physically smashed him into the wall, making all the men fear me just a bit more after seeing Capo's black eye. Yet still, that fucker had every nerve to come back and try again. He stayed away from my room now, but everywhere else was fair game.

At the moment, I had been working on a finding out more around Kira, when those meaty hands started touching me yet again.

At this point I just rolled my eyes as I allowed the hands to roam my waist. "What do you want, Capo?"

He pulled me in closer. "I think you know."

I kicked his shin then, causing him to back up. The other men around me smiled at how much damage I was allowed to inflict on their leader.

"I thought I made it clear. It's not happening, not today, not tomorrow, not EVER!"

I continued to focus on my work, but Ross had to start up again. This time, his hands rested on my shoulders.

"Mello, you've been at this for far too long now. Kira isn't gonna just drop into your hands just like that. Come on, just let my men deal with this, and you and I can relax. Doesn't that sound better?"

I rolled my eyes yet again and jerked away from him, saying nothing. The only thing he did was grunt and walk away. Probably to see some whores to get rid of his… ahem… problem.

One of the men sitting beside me shook his head. "Man, does Ross want you bad."

"Don't know why." I replied, taking a bite out of my chocolate bar. "You'd think he'd give up after the fiftieth time of me saying no."

"It's because you keep rejecting him, blondie." Said the man behind me. Miller was his name, the one who had once previously underestimated my strength when I was very young. "Face it, you're uncharted territory. A place no one, including a man of his power, will never get to see. Actually, I commend you for rejecting him so much. Some women give up right about now."

"If you haven't noticed, moron, I'm not a female. And I don't plan on getting fucked anytime soon. So Capo with just have to suffer."

"Oh, I've noticed by now. But the simple fact remains, Ross will keep on trying to get you into bed, and once he's gotten that… well, he'll either want more or nothing to do with you."

I scoffed. "Whatever. It's not happening, I'm not some whore for him to fool around with. Besides, I've got bigger stuff going on right now."

And, as if on cue, someone came running into the room. It was one of the men I had sent out to find more about the Kira case.

He was huffing, but was still able to talk. "We got someone to tell us about the case. He's from the Japanese police department. We heard rumours saying they were working with L on the Kira investigation."

"What's his name?" I asked bluntly.

"Kanichi Takimura, deputy director of the NPA."

"And where is he now?"

The darker man smiled happily. "Well, he isn't in Japan anymore."

I stood at that point. "So you've taken him hostage?" I grinned a bit at this. "Perfect."

I walked over to the man I knew as Kollet. "You've done well. Now get him talking. If he knows anything about the Kira case, I want him to spill it. You do this, and I'll make sure you're paid handsomely for your efforts."

This seemed to make his smile grow. "Yes sir!"

He then quickly made his exit. Knowing these men, he was keeping our hostage close. Now he just needed to make him talk.

I decided to take a rest now. If only to replenish some energy I'd lost with my all night work routine. I don't think I'd slept in three days. Not to mention most of that time was spent trying to get Ross to back off. I was tired, and needed any rest I could afford.

As I sat alone on Ross' seat, a privilege he'd given to me alone, I pulled out my father's gun. The only thing I owned of his after his brutal death. I knew it was better that I keep it. If only to remind myself of the pain he had put me through. And what I was willing to do to avenge such pain inflicted onto me. The cross that was plated on it made me go back to wearing my rosary. I guess I had wanted some path to god… I don't know. At this point in time, I was unsure of what I wanted in the world.

Ross suddenly walked in, a whore on each arm and his shirt removed. He seemed to be pleased with himself. I simply ignored him.

Once he caught notice of me though, he dropped his arms from the girls and strode up towards me. "Well, if it isn't my favourite blonde."

I saw one of his whores – the blonde one no surprise – look at me angrily.

I only rolled my eyes. I honestly believe it was just muscle memory now. Whenever Ross said something, no matter what, my eyes rolled. Sometimes to the point of hurting.

He huffed out a chuckle as he roughly grabbed me from his seat, then set me down on his lap once he'd sat down where I once was. In all seriousness, this had become routine now and I unwillingly became used to sitting on his lap.

He shooed the girls away, causing some rather nasty glares to be thrown my way, but I wasn't really paying attention to anything more than my gun. Somehow, it just felt right to hold it. Like it was meant for my hand alone to fire. Could that be why my own father hadn't shot me with it?

Too deep in thought, I hadn't noticed Ross' hands go under my leathers yet again. I hadn't noticed anything he was doing until I felt my laces and buckle come undone.

I immediately slapped him and jumped from his lap, fixing my leathers back into place. Ross only laughed though.

"I was sure I had you that time. You weren't stopping me, so…"

I flipped my knife out and brought it to his neck. "What's I say about crossing me, Ross?"

He didn't seem as scared as he should've been, but his eyes remained glued to mine. "Mello, I can't help that you're a tease. Plus, to say I bedded someone as hard-headed and sexy as yourself, would put me at a level unknown to other men."

I scoffed, walking away from him. "Like I've said, Ross. There's no way in hell that you will ever bed me. I'd sooner have Kira kill me than allow you anywhere close to that level of intimacy."

"Aww, saving yourself are you? Who's the lucky shit head?"

I clenched my hand at the thought. I knew who I wanted, and it wasn't Ross. But I doubted they wanted me anyway. At least… at the time.

I turned to him now. "Ross, even if you were to get your way, you're too late. My virginity's been long gone for a while now."

"Oh?" He said rather irritably. "Who might have it then?"

I shrugged. "Some guy who raped me while I was living in England. Fucker still hasn't been caught."

Rod Ross' nose flared a bit. "Is that so? Well then, I may have to find this fucker for you and have him killed."

Once again, I rolled my eyes. "It won't get you anywhere closer to me. Besides, you seem to have fun with the girls. Why would you want me? Doesn't it look bad for a Mafia boss to be fucking another male anyway?"

"There are others who have done worse, I assure you. And those girls? Nothing more than stress relief. You, on the other hand, have something that they do not."

"Believe me, I have a few things they do not." I joked, feeling a little more light-hearted than before.

He chuckled a bit. "This is true. But the more you push me away, Mello, the more I'll persist. I simply want what I, as well as others, cannot have."

I had had enough now. "Whatever, it's not happening. So stop it." I turned towards my room now. "I'm going to bed. Wake me up when something interesting happens."

Ross huffed a bit of laughter. "The exciting stuff only happens when you're awake, Mello."

Truer words were never spoken.

A/N: Sorry for the crappy round of chapters guys, but I'm tired, sick, and need rest. Don't know when the next chapter will be so you'll either have to wait a day... or a week. Whichever one stops this flu sooner.

Reviews welcomed