<span style="font-style: italic">â€œWell...anyone who tried to kill my favorite chase would end up with more than a single bullet in their brain. They would end up like Swiss cheese. That is all there is to it. No. I am the type who could find said needle and use it to stab the other guy who found the first needle. I won't let anything happen to you Alyssa. I will keep you safe Alyssa. Anyone trying to kill you over a painting will have to take on me first."</span>So, he really wanted to be the one to protect her when this entire time he had been trying to catch her and turn her into the authorities. She would like to think that she was good at what she did with all her planning but she had a feeling that if he had ever pulled a gun on her, and used it, she would have lost a long time ago. She didnâ€™t like this train of thought at al since it made her doubt her own abilities. After all that Markelos went silent for a moment and then dropped a little bit of his past by comparing his childhood to her heists, while also calling her out on her words. So he was never on the straight and narrow as she had thought and honestly he could have caught her a long time ago, or gotten really close to doing so.<br/><br/>This was why she never got too close to him in any of their chases. The kiss in Paris had been an obvious mistake since he had continued kissing her again and again after that. She wanted to complain about it all but she really liked his kisses and liked it even more that he was openly attracted to her, as well as, almost approving of her illegal activities. Well he would be okay with it though, considering how easily he had killed Bobby and most likely many others in his line of â€œwork.â€ He also really believed that he could help keep her safe against this man but she wasnâ€™t too sure about that. This man had lots of trained, armed, thugs who worked for him and money, political power, and a lack of appreciation for human life. Even more so then Markelos but she had a feeling he only killed bad men and not good people. At least she really hoped so or her entire view of him would go out the window and she would run as soon as this plane, car, thing landed.<br/><br/>He was still watching her and really she couldnâ€™t take it so she looked away. Awareness sizzled over her skin with her being this close to him, even though they were technically fighting. She didnâ€™t understand this attractionâ€¦ No, wait. She did understand it but she didnâ€™t want to admit to it. He was sexy as hell for once and his accent always made her want to shiver. He was intelligent and witty, always able to return with a counter response to her words. He could be serious and flirty in a blink of an eye. He could be the most exciting man she had ever met and the most infuriating. He was also fantastic with keeping up with her in their chases and sometimes saw one her traps before she could spring then, but then her second or third one usually got him. That thought made her lips twitch into a slight smile as gazed out the window at the dark clouds, some stars, and the falling moon that signaled that the sun would come up in an hour or two. The moon was shining brightly illuminating the inside of the car slightly allowing her to see Markelos easily and him her, she knew every chiseled curve on his face, the mischievous turn of his mouth when he teased her or flirted with her. The slight sparkle in his eyes when he was, perhaps, a little bit aroused; like when she had taken off the cat suit and the time she had pressed against him outside of the castle. That sparkle was new to her since she usually never got close enough to notice really fine details like that. Now she had the chance and the most favored out of all these fine details had to be the soft heat of his mouth when he kissed her, her neck, and leaving her craving more.<br/><br/>She shifted a little uncomfortably and thanked whatever god was out there since some clouds blocked most of the moons light. She was flushed slightly making her cheeks a soft pink and her eyes sparkle with lust. She leaned her head against the cool window to calm herself down some. It was then that she realized he was probably waiting for a response from her but whatever she said she knew he might just irritate him some more. She didnâ€™t like seeing and hearing the hurt in his voice when she repeatedly pushed him away from her. No wonder why the man thought she hated him when she was only trying to keep him safe from herself. After tonight perhaps it would be the other way around, â€œDoubt my words all you want. We would not be compatible with each other.<span style="font-style: italic">(Lie)</span>Sure, we both have fun playing our little cat and mouse games, and I like you, but that is not what a relationship makes.<span style="font-style: italic">(Lie)</span>" Her lips twitched into a half smile again, â€œBesides, I donâ€™t do relationships unless they get me something I wantâ€¦ I donâ€™t want anything from you.â€<span style="font-style: italic">Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Liar!</span>There she said it and believed she deserved to earn a Grammy for that performance. There had been no inflections in her voice, no wavering, no nervous twitching, or wandering eyes, or tells of any kind to let him know she was lying through her teeth. He already believed she hated him so why not give him that much. She wouldnâ€™t be able to hurt him in the long run with either, her getting bored with him<span style="font-style: italic">(Would never happen)</span>; her hand turned into a fist where Markelos could not see; or she died in one of her idiotic, dangerous, pride filled marks<span style="font-style: italic">(Possible).</span>