She closed her eyes, her head falling back as his hands kept moving over her. She groaned, he was making this really hard. "I'm, I have a lot of money, and it's all, well mostly, dirty." Helena sighed and opened her eyes, her hand reaching for his face. This was the one chance she was giving him to walk away. "My family, my money, it's all mafia, it's all blood money. I'm, trying to change that, make it count for something, but it's still dirty." It cost lives, and too many people their innocence. She couldn't save anyone, she couldn't go back and save anyone. Not her family, not even herself, and she was trying to turn it into something better, but every day she looked around she knew how all of this, the house, her tools, her training, how it was all paid for in blood.