Of course he had to rant and rave after she had lost most of her steam which made her irritated once more. Still he was trying to tell her how she felt about him when he knew nothing of what she thought about in her head. She finally just glared out the window to tune him out but he grabbed her again, which was really starting to annoy her, "Look at me. If I wanted to be rid of you Alyssa. I know many ways to do so without even laying a hand on you. You don't know anything about me. You don't know that about the life I lead up until I was nineteen. That life was far, far worse than counterfeiting paintings and stealing the real deals." He kissed her again but this time she pushed him away from her since she did not want to soften toward him now. They were fighting and she would not weaken, and she tried really hard to ignore the fact that he said he would oust her. To her other comment he also went off on that as well, "Same difference! You won't stick around when I have no intentions of turning you over! You helped break a case and will probably help break more before we get your fucking painting back! You don't wish to let me close yet you "claim" that you don't hate me. I don't care whether I know what you look like. Never thought you were a murderer. More the type to lock me away somewhere and leave me for the fucking popo to come and get. Leave me like garbage on the side of the street."<br/><br/>She flinched slightly from his tone and knowing he was right since she did not want to hurt him physically. She could live with only hurting his feelings, right? Then why did she feel bad after hearing him say, "You will get rid of me because you will vanish and never look back." She would and she knew it. She had to in order to keep herself alive and the last thing she wanted was to get him more mixed up in her mess. She had done this job for a really bad man but the challenge of stealing and recreating the Mona Lisa was too much for her pride to give up to a lesser thief. She listened as he confirmed all her dreaded thoughts about her ending up in a ditch somewhere if she found out about what he really did but the admission that he really liked her was a little shocking.  It also made this whole thing a big mess that she did not want to deal with at all. She sighed heavily and rubbed her temples as a slow headache started to form causing her pain. She tried to get her thoughts together for what she had to say next until she heard Markelos say something about flight to the car.<br/><br/>She stared in shock as the car was able to transform into a flying vehicle straight out of a â€œBack to the Futureâ€ movie. She shook her head, â€œNot going to ask how.â€ She mumbled and finally looked at him, â€œLook I have a lot riding on me delivering that painting to my employer. Naming my life, for instance and I know he is the type that could find the needle,â€ She pointed to herself, â€œin the preverbalial hay stack!â€ There was soft fear in her eyes and she knew it so she looked away from him feeling utterly stupid, â€œI do not have think anything good could come from us being together okay? I want to stay alive and cause you as little trouble as possible. This painting fiasco not included.â€ The words were all a little hard to say since she really did want to see where things could go with him and if making love with him would be as hot and passionate as his kisses. She was kind of getting over the fact that he knew a little bit more about the real her too since that meant she barely had to hide anything from him. She could be herself without fear that he would one day find out about her illegal jobs and maybe she could even convince him to help her. â€˜Stealing the American Flag would be a fun first date.â€™ She thought dreamily but knew it would never happen and that she could not allow it to happen. She had to get the painting, give it to the buyer, and lay low for a couple of yearsâ€¦ or retire. Yeah, that sounded about right.