#livanne

"He was... He was gonna a-attack you. I... I couldn't let it happen." She hiccuped as she felt the pain take over her arm, feeling dizzy as she watched the blood dripping, getting quickly sick of her stomach at the terrifying sight.

She was forced to sit down when they walked in the lobby, feeling her legs shaking weakly as the pain spread to her shoulders.

"Fuck." She muttered, pressing her eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry, Roman. I-I'm sorry." She whispered. "Just let me go to the hospital. I... I don't wanna bother you."

“I saw that.” Roman sighed, waving over the secretary to call Pryce to come down. They would have to look into what the fuck the attack was about soon enough, but attending to the woman was his main priority. 

“You’re basically at a hospital, so just ... shut the fuck up and focus on breathing. Pryce will sort this shit out.” Roman said between grit teeth. He needed to hurry though, the smell was causing him to become irritable. Pryce eventually showed his face, looking perplexed and then concerned upon seeing the woman bleeding out in their lobby.

“What the actual fuck, Roman?” Pryce questioned, tone automatically accusatory.

“Some asshole tried to shank me out there and here you are pointing fingers.” Roman expressed his annoyance, nostrils flaring -- indication enough that Roman was close to losing his shit as he so often was.

“I’ll take care of it.” Pryce replied, his assistant who came with him handed him a first aid kit and he walked over to Liv.

“Well…” Villanelle paused for a moment, trying to process the girls words before she scoffed down at her

“Sorry to be a disappointment. I don’t aim make people happy, I’m made to be hated, to be feared” Her eyes has diverted to fixate upon the floor “-its best you forget about me. Stop fantasising about what we could be, or what we should be. I’ll only make you hate me, or worse” She added, her voice lacing with venom.

“You could get killed - And I’ll be the one having to do it if you get in my way again”

The cigarette rested idly on the back of Roman Godfrey’s ear as he walked in to the building. A bit of annoyance had graced his features as he made his way through the main room, ignoring the secretary who greeted him before pressing the button on the elevator. Photoshoots were a common annoyance for the billionaire. Something about them not being able to constantly get the Bill Gates and the Jeff Bezos in for photos and fucking interviews as if Roman being a young business owner meant he had more time on his fucking hands. Yet Pryce had encouraged it. Something something good for fucking business and Roman could only say no for so long.

The elevator dinged and Roman walked inside, hand fiddling in the pocket of his slacks as he looked up to the screen of the elevator, pressing the button for the floor they’d told him they’d be shooting on. He just hoped they’d have a decent looking photographer this time and not some weirdo who gave him fucking bug eyes and shit. He was knocked out of his thoughts by the opening of the elevator. He stepped out, looking around. He saw the set up -- bright lights and shitty back drops, but no one else.

Roman didn’t know who the fuck this guy thought he was honestly, but the voice message he received on his way to the address was enough to get him fired up. He’d seen the guy a few select times. It was a small town, making it hard for shit like that not to become apparent. He’d mostly just ignoring it, though the idea of ripping his throat out was getting more appealing as time went on. He caught the other trying to leave and pulled his car up behind him so that he couldn’t, cutting him off completely.

Roman didn’t say anything. Ignoring how the other was likely yelling at him, ready to fight. Instead, he used his strength to grab the buffer man by his shoulder and throw him onto the ground with all the force inside of him. He’d heard a few things sound like it had broken as he walked in closer, pressing his foot to the man’s ankle and listening to it pop underneath his weight before slowly leaning down so that his face was in the other’s, so he could see the darkness swirling in his eyes.

“You threaten me again and I will fucking tear you limb by limb.” Roman said between grit teeth, “I’ll fucking kill you. Now ... I think it’s time you took a nap.” He watched as the man passed out and Roman searched him for Liv’s phone and the keys, walking up the rest of the driveway and unlocking the door. He knew he didn’t have much time. Neighbors were fucking nosey and he didn’t feel like fucking with the bastard cops.

[text] noah leaves at 9am and gets back at around 6pm

[text] please, roman. i need to talk.

[text] i know you must be hating me for quitting my job but i need to talk

[text] please. im begging you.

[text to: betrayer]: what could we possibly have to talk about?

[text to: betrayer]: Noah? So it’s true. You quit over some dick. Why am I not surprised

[text to: betrayer]: hate would be putting in way too much effort, honestly. If you want to quit the amazing opportunity I gave you just because some guy finally decided to fuck you then that’s your problem not mine.

“Y’know, if I didn’t know fucking better, I would think you’re stalking me.” Roman leaned back in his chair at his desk, looking away from the woman who stood at the door of his office.

The smell of blood fills Roman's nostrils before he can even process the why. He'd been walking the short distance from The Godfrey Tower to his car when a sudden commotion had happened. Confusion crossed his features as a panicked figure ran off and though Roman had half a mind to give chase, he suddenly realized who was in front of him. Liv. He wasn't sure why she was here, maybe wanting to talk to him after their last encounter, but she'd obviously gotten in the way of whoever that man was from attacking him. Weird.

"Shit. You're bleeding." He said the words even though he couldn't see where at first, before he grabbed her arm, feeling it ripple onto his fingertips. The person had apparently slashed at her arm, but he couldn't tell how deep it was.