Gideon's POV

Gideon was ready for a fight. He knew [y/n] would be mad at him, but he had had enough of Ruin. He almost took her once before and Gideon wasn't about to let it happen now.

He could hear Ruin sigh loudly as he approached as if to say "What is it now?" Gideon's hands automatically clench into fists at his sides. That smug asshole had the nerve to smile at him. "Is there a problem, Cap-" before Ruin could finish the question, Gideon's fist crashes into his jaw. "Yeah, there's a fucking problem, mate," he says calmly. "The problem is that you can't take a fucking hint."

Ruin wipes blood from his lip and shakes his head, "You realize it's not up to you, right? Its all up to her."

Gideon had to fight the urge to punch him again. "She's made her decision and you can't handle it. That's why you're trying to ruin what she and I have." Ruin shrugs, "She can always change her mind."

He had tried to hold back long enough, but he was pissed now. His fist crashes into Ruin's jaw again and again. Ruin growls and swings back, hitting Gideon in the nose. "I'm stronger than you, man. Don't do this again...you'll lose," Ruin grumbles.

They are surrounded by the other people in the mess hall now. Ruin starts to walk out and Gideon follows closely. "I'm not done talking to you yet."

"I'm done talking, old man." He turns in a flash and decks Gideon. Gideon stumbles a little, but stays on his feet. The crowd has followed them outside, but they don't care.

Ruin was strong, but Gideon was angry and when he was angry there was no telling what he could do. Ruin smirks, "How does it feel knowing I had her first? I made her moan, made her come...before you did. She loved every minute of it."

All of the sudden Gideon pulls out a gun and aims it right at Ruin's face. "Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn't pull this trigger right now!" His hand is shaking, he had never been this angry before. Gideon was ready to kill this man without hesitation. Suddenly Mitchell moves in front of him. "What the hell are you doing, Gideon?" he asks.

"Get the fuck out of the way, Mitchell. This doesn't concern you."

"No. Put the gun away. Think about [y/n]." Mitchell sounds sad when he says that last part.

"I am thinking about her."

"No you're not. If you do this, you'll go to jail and have to look at her through a glass for the rest of your life. Is that what you want? Do you think that is what she wants?" Mitchell is almost pleading now. Gideon can't even make eye contact. That smug look on Ruin's face is gone, replaced by a stoic, but fearless stare. Gideon's knuckles are white from holding the gun so tightly. He could end it now. He could put a bullet right through that asshole's head.

"If you do this, he wins...well, I mean, no one wins technically because he'll probably be dead and you'll be in jail, but you know what I mean." Mitchell gently places his hand on Gideon's to lower it. He stiffens for a minute, but exhales and lets Mitchell take the gun from him. "Let's get out of here," Mitchell says but Gideon looks at Ruin again and walks over to him. "Gideon..." Mitchell says warily.

"If I knew I could get away with it I would kill you...and yes, that's a fucking threat. You can go run and tell if you want, I don't care. You're lucky that [y/n] needs me, that I love her."

Ruin only glares back not saying a word. "She's made her choice. It's time for you to move on." Gideon spits on the ground near Ruin's feet before walking away. The crowd parts quickly to get out of the way and Mitchell follows close behind, the gun nowhere to be seen.

"What are you going to do now?" Mitchell asks.

"I need to see her. I just need her right now." Gideon walks quickly to her room not caring if Mitchell is following or not.

Your POV

You had cried and cried as Ilona just held you. There was nothing to be said. You were angry and scared. Ilona didn't make you talk about anything.

Eventually, you had fallen asleep and when you woke up Ilona was gone, but she left a note telling you to call her if you needed anything. What would I do without her?

The person you really needed to talk to right now was Gideon, but every time you scrolled to his name, you hesitated. Give yourself time, he probably needs to cool off anyway. You weren't sure if not hearing from him was a good thing or a bad thing. No one had called to say that he was hurt or anything, but you still worried.

At first, you were angry at Ilona for pulling you away, but then you remembered what happened last time. You touch your nose softly and shudder. Suddenly, there is an urgent knock on your door that makes you jump. Please don't be bad news...

It was probably just Ilona checking on you, she was so dramatic sometimes. You put a smile on your face and open the door nearly jumping out of your skin when you see Gideon standing there instead of Ilona. His face is bruised and you think you see some dried blood. Without speaking you move out of the way and let him come inside.

After closing the door, you turn to him, but his back is turned. You go into the bathroom to grab a cloth to wipe his face with. He is still standing in the same spot when you come back into the room.

This time, you stand in front of him and begin wiping his face gently. He winces a few times and it makes you wince. Gideon looks at you and your heart beats out of your chest. "I almost killed him, [y/n]. I held a fucking gun to his head. I -..." he stops when he sees that you backed away from him.

"You what?"

Gideon shakes his head. "Mitchell stopped me. He..." You slap him before he can finish and he looks at you, eyes wide.

"And what would you have done after that, Gideon?! Leave me here to cry while you sit and rot in prison, that's what!" You were shaking now.

"Well, I didn't do it, did I?! I'm standing here in front of you! He just...made me so fucking angry! The things he said about...Tell me now if you want him! Will you leave me for him?" Gideon's accent seemed to get stronger when he was angry. "I know I don't deserve you but, fuck me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself to you." He drops to his knees in front of you. You have never seen him so vulnerable before. "I want you, [y/n]. I need you."

You get on your knees as well so that you can look at him. "I love you, Gideon and I'm not going anywhere." You smile softly and he pulls you to him. "I love you." Then he kisses you passionately and you melt into him. "Please..." he says and you nod.

He tilts his head a little giving you access to his tattoo. You kiss it and lick it and bite it, leaving him almost whimpering. Gideon lays you down right on the floor, kissing you again, pressing his entire body against yours.

His hands find your pants and you lift you hips so he can pull them down. You knew what he wanted, what he needed and you wanted it too.

He lifted your shirt over your hips to reveal that you were bare under your pants and he smirks. You reach for his belt and start unbuckling quickly. Gideon pushes your hand away and unbuttons the rest himself. He pulls his pants and briefs down just enough to reveal himself and you moan.

He nudges your legs apart and places his hands on either side of your head to brace himself. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me," he says.

"I love you, Gideon. I wa-.." He pushes himself into you fully and the rest of your words are lost in a gasp.

"What was that?" Gideon asks smugly but shakily. You no longer have the ability to speak. You couldn't believe you were on the floor making love like this.

Gideon looks as though he's trying to hold back. "Please..." you beg.

"I just...don't know if I...can be gentle for much longer." He's straining now.

"Don't be," you tell him and a groan escapes him. He sits up on his knees and grabs your hips. He looks at you once more to make sure you're okay. You nod once and he slams into you making you both moan. You tell him not to hold back and he doesn't.

He was angry, he was passionate, he was...the man you loved.

Lying on the floor together too lazy to get up after that sorta make up sex, his head on your chest as you play with his thick black hair, streaked with grey. "Did you always have so many grays?" You ask jokingly.

"What?" Gideon's head pops up and he looks at you. His face is serious at first, but he can feel your body shaking with held back laughter. "I'm joking. I love your hair, always have."

"Well, I hope so because its only going to get grayer." Gideon smiles at you. It's so rare that it takes your breath away. Too bad it is short lived when his expression gets grim. "What's wrong?" He shakes his head, "I don't want to lose you...especially to him." You shush him and hold his face in your hands, tracing his beautiful cheekbones with your thumbs. "I am here with you. I've made my choice and nothing will change my mind. Of course, we'll have days when we can't stand each other, but I am prepared to fight through them."

He blinks a few times and turns his head to kiss your hand. "I love you...I'm in love with you."

"Ditto," you say smiling. He smiles back, laughing a little then kisses you and all is right with the world.

EPILOGUE

Ruin's POV

That piece of shit had the nerve to pull a gun on him. How did Gideon even find out about him telling [y/n] that he loved her? Did she tell him? Why would she do that? Ruin shakes his head. That wasn't important right now. What was important was getting back at the old man.

He made him look like a fool in front of all those people. If Gideon's little friend hadn't stepped in, Ruin was sure he would have pulled that trigger. Killing a man over a woman...wouldn't be the first time and wouldn't be the last.

Was she worth it though? Was this woman worth his life? This woman that he had known for such a short time, he was willing to die for...to kill for.

Man, you're whipped...

It wasn't fair. Ruin had her first then that idiot had to come along and tell her that he loved her.

Yeah, kinda like you.

He was the one that let her go. He noticed that [y/n] always seemed to be somewhere else when they were together. She was in love with Gideon, plain and simple. Ruin knew he could never win her over...or could he?

He didn't like losing, never did. He wanted her so why couldn't he have her? The only obstacle was Gideon.

Ruin couldn't believe some of the ideas he thought of: an "accident" while out on a mission, friendly fire, just fucking killing him.

Murder, Donnie...really?

Maybe make her jealous by dating another woman...

You're too old for that shit...

Ruin was getting frustrated, but he couldn't give up. He somehow had to make her see that he was the one for her.

As he laid in bed thinking of her, he realized that he would never stop fighting for her no matter how long it took. Did he want her this bad because Gideon had her? Maybe but Ruin was used to getting what he wanted and she was no exception.

[Y/N] would be his one day. This was a game he was willing to bet on...