"I don't give a fuck what else happens we have to find the piece of shit!"

Damon walked into the kitchen with absolute hatred in his every step.

"My guys are working on it..."

"Then tell them to fucking work harder. My wife spent last night having fucking nightmares reliving the shit he put her through."

"We'll find him Damon."

"How fucking hard is it to find one fucked up arse?"

"He knows the area better than my guys. He has the advantage."

Damon growled.

"Being woken up at three in the morning thinking my wife is being killed only to be told that her nightmares that she hasn't had for months are back with a vengence isn't my idea of wedded bliss. I want that perverted arse found. I want him dead."

Anna sat at the window looking down at the garden. Her emotions were running high as she thought of the nightmares. She felt embarrassed and ashamed knowing that Damon had seen her like that. While he tried to reassure her that he understood she couldn't help but wonder if he truly did.

Her thoughts drifted to the differences in him now to when they first met. She knew she'd be foolish to believe that he'd changed that much. He admitted it himself that he was a possessive and controlling man. Could she live with him if he became like that again? Would he really try to find a balance like he said?

She refused to allow herself the luxury of thinking like he would because when she looked back it was obvious that all men were domineering and controlling. Why would he be any different when it was obvious he wasn't?

She smiled as she thought of the way they all were last night after Red dragged them from the office. Someone had ordered in chinese and they spent hours simply talking and reminiscing the good times from the past.

Damon refused to let go of her hand until she refused to let him feed her her meal. She saw the flash of anger in his eyes at her defiance but as quickly as it had come it was gone. Did that give her hope?

The moment they stepped into their room he'd taken her into his arms once again. Telling her to change he waited for her in the bed. He'd known and accepted that contact between them would be taken slow but couldn't help the driving need for a full on makeout session that resulted in him needing to leave the bed and finding the closest cold shower.

She blushed as she remembered how difficult it was for him as he made his way to the bathroom. If she was honest she'd have to admit that he made her body react in ways that she never knew existed.