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A ritzy hotel in downtown Durem, where the rich and fabulous frequent. With it's five star rating, decadent food, and prompt service, Le Hotel Durem is the place to go when you're just passing through. But you have to have money and lots of it; this place doesn't come cheap.

Streaming down the main roads of Durem in his Alfa Romeo 336 Kw. Along the streets the flash of the polished red color whisped past the pedestrians and other motorists. All of which surely turned their heads in awe to watch this car rip by them. The curves of the car were so beautifully moulded that the air just glided past the car, giving it amazing speeds down the highways. Flicking the indicater on as he stepped down on the breaks, slowing the beast right down as he turned into the parking lot of the Hotel. He had his own parking space. Parking the car he flicked the keys and drew them out, letting the massive V8 engine come to a roaring stop. Stepping out of the car he brushed his jacket and pants out, smoothing them.

Of course he was once more in a suit, it was rare that a day went past when he wasn't wearing one. A dark red shirt fitting tightly around his torso underneath the black jacket which had a printed design of a red rose on the left side of it. Typically black pants and polished shoes. His stride was long as the tall man walked rather gracefully into the Hotel. Nodding to the doorman and after a short moment he reached the lift. Pressing number 17 which was the floor his room was in he waited patiently. The light classical music in the lift didn't bother him in the slightest. Hearing the ding he stepped forward to watch the doors open infront of him. Moving out he made his way down the hallway to room number 1307, drawing a chain of keys from his pocket he slotted the correct one in, flicking the door open and stepping in. This was his home. His room.

Walking out into the lounge he emptied his keys, smokes and zippo onto the table. The zippo had a print of the Italian flag on it.

He knew she was playing, so not taking too much notice of the gun pointed at his head. Remaining casual he quirked a brow and looked across at her. "More dresses?" He questioned as he leaned back, rolling his broad shoulders and slipping off his jacket, tossing it to the side. It landed down on the couch. His red lips curled up into his own smile as he then replied. "Not really, since I buy most of yours for you. Maybe you'd get to wear them out more often though." And by the time he had finished speaking, one of his hands outstretched. He had walked up to her and placed a hand on the pistol, lowering it down before bringing his hands around her waist and pulling her close, leaning down he planted a soft kiss on her cheek before tilting his head and looking across into those beautiful eyes of hers. A sight he surely cherrished.

"They don't trust me?" It was evident that his voice had changed, this could be bad. Not only for him but for the both of them. "I've been loyal..." He then seemed to trail off into his own little word with that last sentance. It was actually a great shock to hear that after all the years in service. But then again he never really did go by the book, their book. The way they wanted things to be.

He just stood there for a moment, waiting for her to turn and walk before he made his reactions and once she did, he rolled his green eyes across to the side. He had done it this time, not only had he pissed her off his employers were on his case. The smile had by now easily faded from his face as his eyes dropped to the floor just infront of his feet, raising a hand up and running it back through his short red hair. Shifting his hand about to ruffle his hair and letting it roam free. Reaching to the top few buttons of his shirt and unbuttoning them before unbuckling his belt and slipping it off, throwing it on the couch with his jacket also. The buckle bounced only once off the soft cushion it hit.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he sat down on the couch and called out for Hex. "Baby, come here for a minute." One of the last things he wanted was to have her upset at him, let alone the rest of his family. He would have to tighten things up when it comes to his jobs now, that much was clear.

Leaning forward he picked up the remote that was on the table and flicked the TV on. The news was playing and surely he would see the fine results of his work on it, or so he thought. Listening to the report as he waited for Hex he heard the news reporter mention something about a lead. They knew it was the Corliogni which means the police would be here sometime tomorrow. Figuring this was rather bad and Hex didn't need to know right now he attempted to turn it off before she arrived in the lounge.

Hesitantly turning his head just slightly so he could notice that she was standing there and had almost caught the whole thing as he was watching it. She knew exactly what was going on, would tonight get any worse he wondered.

The harsh tone in her voice almost sent a shiver down his spine, if there was one person you don't want to be mad at you it was her. And for someone as large as Roze, having him be afraid of her wrath would surely mean anyone would worry. "Come sit with me." He daringly insisted, holding a steady accented voice as per usual. "You know I'll fix it, and you know as well as I do that I would never cause that much hate from the family to the extent of them coming for us. Because I know they would. Anyone would, knowing what we know."

After a short pause waiting for her he then went on to mention the job and how the police would be around. "Just remember, we were here and I'll talk to the doorman and manager to make sure they have their stories straight. So you don't have to worry about that." Trying to put her mind at ease as much as possible right now.

Parting his lips once more sucking in a deep and long breath and releasing it through a quiet sigh as she sat down on the other end of the couch. A fair distance, it was alwasy dangerous when they got so distant. People always got hurt and not only him and her. Sometimes anger runs deep and he could feel it rising as she continued to give him the cold shoulder. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he turned to look across at her. "Look I'll take care of it alright." The tone of his voice got stronger, more forceful.

Quickly after those words had been spoken he stood up, his arms raised and crossed over the top of his chest. Daring enough he once more took a demanding tone with her, but oh it was not his courage that caused him to. He wasn't that noble. It was anger. "How whats your problem tonight, huh?" He continued to glare down at her from where he now stood.

He grit his teeth as she continued to critisize his work, half of what she was saying was true but then again. By doing what they had been doing it had got them this far. Respected and indeed rich. Almost as rich as they wanted to be with that last job being pulled off, well concidering the cops don't pick up anymore clues or witness'.

Finally his teeth unclenched but only because it was his turn to talk, and talk back he did. His face clenched as his hands thrust outwards pushing into Hex's shoulders and sending her falling back into the couch were she would bounce just once, just like his belt buckle did. "Take care of yourself?" He shouted out. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be doing this kind of work!" That was probably a move he would live to regret but at the time he didn't notice. All he could see was the way she was trying to put this proud man down, and hell would freeze over before he gave up without a fight. That would probably be why they had fights and arguements on somewhat of a regular basis.

And as they were ment to, her words like a razor blade against the soft flesh upon his chest. They cut right into him and lodged deep. Pathetic, the word that drove deeply into his heart and given an extra moment would have shattered it. But no, only a mere second had passed before his anger mixed with his sorrow and he threw his arm out slapping right across the hand the held the gun which was pressed to his stomach. At this point in time he didn't care if it had gone off, he was far to blinded by the pain she had just caused him.

His hand didn't stop there, after slapping her gun hand away he swung his arm even more forceful this time. With an open palm he smacked her clean across the face. No hesitation and no remorse after hearing the loud slapping noise of the impact. His eyes burned fiercly right back at her. Not a single word was uttered from his lips as he stared her down.