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"I'm in a life without a home
so this recognition's not enough
And I don't care about nobody else
Cause I been on these streets for too long,"
~ Rolling Stone, The Weeknd

*****

"Did you find it?" Roman asked when he walked into bedroom, only to freeze when he saw me on the bed.

My lips curved up into a seductive grin and I slowly sat up. Lingerie really makes your confidence shoot up, especially when you see the effect it has on your lover. I ran a tongue across my dark red lips.

"I did."

He exhaled on a laugh and moved towards the bed, slowly tugging at his tie. I crawled towards the edge and pushed myself up so I was on my knees in front of him. My eyes stayed on his as I undid his tie. I let it fall from my fingers and onto the floor and then lowered my hands to the buttons of his shirt.

"You look amazing," he whispered, his light touch gently trailing my arm.

I unbuttoned his shirt with ease and slowly pushed it open and down his shoulders. He had a nice body. It wasn't exactly likes Niccolò's—not as hard—but he wasn't fat or anything. I had a thing for muscles, and I often pictured Niccolò chest, his firm arms around me when I was with Roman. Often without realizing it.

Roman shrugged off the shirt and his hands went to the buckle of his belt.

"Slow down, baby." My voice was soothing. I leaned away and reached over to the bucket of ice, pulling out a bottle of wine. I picked up a glass and poured him some wine. "We have all night."

I got him intoxicated. Not heavily, but enough to consider him tipsy. Roman, bless him, was terrible at holding his liquor. I tipped back my own glass, the drink sliding down my throat in gulps.

There was just no way I'd find this safe on my own. I needed him to tell me. I needed to get him to tell me.

We drank a little more, in between kissing and heavy petting and eventual groping.

I knew how Roman got when he was drunk, especially when it was just me. He was chatty, touchy-feely, and ended up blacking out by the end of the night, never really remembering the events the next morning. Which meant I had to hope he'd open up and forget all about it in the morning.

It was a flawed plan, but it was all I had. It didn't take long before he'd finished off the bottle and he was grabbing for me, pulling me on top of him.

"Goddamn, I'm lucky," he murmured as he looked me over, his words slurring.

I laughed, placing my palms on his chest and staring down at him. "You're drunk."

"Am...not." He tried to sit up, but got dizzy and fell back against the bed. "Hm...kay, maybe a little. You should be too."

"Then let's have some more," I suggested lightly, my lips curving up again.

I grabbed another bottle and poured us both a drink. I handed him the glass and he sat up—successfully, this time. He wrapped one arm around me to keep me on his lap and tilted his head back to down the contents of his glass with the other hand.

"So I wanted to ask you something?"

His eyes looked glassy as they tried to focus on me. "Ask me...?"

I took a deep breath. Okay. How do I ask this? Where's your safe? Too fucking blunt. On the off chance he remembers this in the morning, I needed a way to not appear suspicious.

"Do you remember when I told you Niccolò was like a security guard?"

"Niccolò," he snorted. "Yeah, yeah, I remember."

"You wanted to know who I needed protection from."

His head bobbed. He was listening, but I wasn't sure he was focusing. I wasn't sure yet if that was a good thing or not.

"They're not good people, Rome. And they found me."

"They what?" His eyes met mine. "What happened?"

l sighed. "I told them...I told them I could pay them back. That I could pay them back plus interest if they promised to leave me alone. That's who I've been meeting while you were out, that's why I met Nic for lunch the other day. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to be mad. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "For fuck's sake, you can't trust people who—"

"Listen to me, please. Okay?" I rested my head against his shoulder. "They didn't believe me. So I had to tell them about you. I had to tell them that if they tried anything, they'd end up having to deal with you. I had no other choice."

He nodded. "Damn fucking right, they will."

"So they agreed. We pay them, and they leave me alone forever."

There was a billion holes, but he was drunk enough to not pick up on any of them. "How much?"

"Rome..."

"We pay them. Just tell me how much."

"A lot. Two million."

"Two million," he echoed. "What the hell did you do, baby? You stole two million?"

"I'm sorry." I threw my arms around his neck, and allowed tears to stream down my face. "You've been so good to me. I was scared you'd think I was in this for the money. I just...I've never felt like this for anyone. I didn't want to lose you. But now I need your help."

"I will take care of this." He cupped my face. It would have maybe been sweet if he wasn't slurring his words. "I will take care of you."

"How? He wants it by the end of the week, Roman. You have that kind of money just laying around here?"

He hesitated. "Actually, yes. Come with me."

He stood up, and I slid off his lap. He took my hand and led me out the room. We walked down the hall and then downstairs. He had to hold onto the walls and the banister to keep steady, too inebriated to walk properly.

"Where are we going?"

He stumbled and then laughed, obviously finding it funny. "I have money in the basement."

"Money? What kind of money?"

He snorted. "The kind you spend."

I shot him an unamused glare. "I mean...like enough to pay off these guys?"

"Yes, Neila."

He needed help getting down the basement steps this time, but we finally made it. He stumbled towards the back and then dropped to the floor. I hurried over, slightly concerned, but then stopped when he pulled up the carpet. He pulled it back far enough and then traced the edges of the floorboard until he found a space. Then he lifted.

There it was. The safe. I moved closer, but he didn't seem to notice. His hand went to the buttons and he inserted the four digit code. 5397. 5397, 5397, 5397, 5397...

My heart was hammering in my chest at this point. I watched as he opened it and my jaw dropped at its contents.

I did it.

I found the safe.

*****

I ran a finger down his chest. We were back in his room, back in his bed, and I was beyond turned on. "I really want you in me now."

His eyebrows raised. "Your wish, baby."

He suddenly flipped us over, and a laugh erupts from me without my meaning it to. He smiled down at me, and for a moment I wondered if I could actually go through with all of this.

I didn't have time to really think about it. He helped me take off the lingerie, and then I helped him remove his clothes. He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and slipped inside of me.

I moaned, biting down on his shoulder. "Yes..."

He grunted, pushing into me again. Before I knew it he was thrusting into me, over and over. I cried out, my eyes rolling back. And then...he came.

My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in surprise as he grunted.

"Wow," I said on exhale as he rolled off of me. "That was..." fast.

He hummed, his fingers finding mine. "Yeah, it was good for me too."

I stared at him blankly, but he hardly noticed as he climbed off the bed and into the bathroom. I wouldn't blame him, of course. He was drunk. Drunken sex is not always guaranteed great sex. I could hear him urinating and I stood up, reaching for his shirt and shrugging it on, buttoning the last few buttons.

I walk over to the desk and pull it open, taking out two pills. These better fucking work. I bend down and pull out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

"Roman?"

"Hm?" The toilet flushed and the sink turned on.

"I'm putting out some pain reliever and water for you. Should help some with the hangover we're going to have in the morning."

He emerged from the bathroom and walked over to me. I handed him the pills and the bottle of water. He popped them in his mouth and chased them down with half the bottle without a second thought.

"I'm so tired," he murmured, setting the bottle down and climbing into bed. "Come. Let's get some sleep."

I crawled in next to him and allowed him to pull me close. Even after his breaths evened out and I knew he was asleep, I couldn't seem to close my eyes and do the same.

It's started, and I had no idea how this would go.

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