I lay there staring up at the ceiling with a post-sex glow, holding a tissue over my pussy to catch Roman’s enormous load that was slowly dripping out of . My body was still tingling from the insane sex we’d just had, but there was sothing greater going on inside ...
...a feeling I couldn’t deny but was having a hard ti accepting.
I loved him.
It felt crazy to think and would have felt even crazier to voice out loud but it was the truth.
Roman had stepped into my life when I least expected it, when I was daydreaming about what my life could have been if things had gone differently, and showed things I hadn’t even thought possible.
He’d saved from Dante, from crippling debt, and a dark, terrible future, and God only knows where that would have ended up taking .
I may have been smart like Roman said, but I wasn’t strong — not in the way he was. He was the missing puzzle piece in my life, the yin to my yang, the masculine energy on the other end of the spectrum. I’d never felt luckier in my life.
But there was this tiny, lingering thought in the back of my mind that Roman was a bad guy...
After all, he was a cri boss.
But if that was true, why did he rescue from Dante? Why did he look so uncomfortable, disgusted by the strip club?
Weren’t guys like him in love with places like that?
No, there was more to Roman than what I’d heard. There was more to the man than his legend.
I looked around the bedroom. Roman had gone downstairs to finish up so business and promised to bring us up so food when he returned. I was a sweaty, cum-filled ss, so I got
to my feet and tip-toed to the bathroom, trying not to drip on his carpet.
His attached bedroom was equally spectacular as the one I’d been in earlier, and I threw the tissue aside and stepped into the shower that was the size of an average person’s bedroom.
I switched the water on and used Roman’s body wash to clean off, then grabbed two towels, one for my body and one for my hair, and made my way back into the bedroom.
It was impressive, but not at all what you’d expect from a kingpin.
There was no massive dark-colored desk or a throne chair behind it, no mahogany paneling or scary paintings or displays of wealth. It was modern but comfortable, sothing you’d expect from a business man.
A simple desk sat by the window, and maybe it was a bit presumptuous of , but I went over and sat down at it and pictured what it would be like to wake up in this room every morning beside the most incredible man I’d ever t.
There was a single date book that I didn’t touch, a tablet that I also left alone, and a little figure of a cartoon mouse holding a machine gun.
I wondered what it felt like to be a big scary man sitting behind a desk and threw my feet up and tossed my arms over my head, pretending that I was Mrs. Roman Reigns, mob wife, handling business for her husband who was preoccupied with other things.
“No, those terms are not acceptable," I said to my imaginary audience. “As we said before, we will accept nothing less than — ”
My foot was still wet and slipped off the edge of the desk, causing the chair to rock forward and spill onto the floor. I yelped and grabbed the desk to steady myself, but felt sothing click beneath my fingers.
I looked up to see a button hidden beneath the desk drawer that I’d accidentally pushed.
Across the room, a picture of the Boston harbor slid out slightly from the wall. I’d seen enough movies to understand.
A hidden compartnt...
"Oh no," I said as I got to my feet and quickly raced across the room as the picture swung forward to reveal a hidden compartnt within.
I was just going to close it. I really was. I wasn’t going to look inside. That would have been a complete invasion of trust. But as I reached out to swing the secret door shut again, sothing caught my eye that made it impossible for to turn away.
A photo of my parents sat on a stack of papers.
They were smiling at each other on the street, sowhere downtown it looked like. I recognized the jacket my mother was wearing — a red pea coat she’d bought two days before she was killed...
And that ant that this picture, sitting in a hidden compartnt in Roman’s bedroom, was taken of them only two days before they were shot down and murdered.
My heart shattered and my world turned upside down.NI stepped back in horror like the picture might leap up andbite and clutched my chest as I felt an anxiety attack coming on.
"Want so tea, babe?" Roman called, sounding like he was at the bottom of the stairs.
"— okay!" I stamred back as my legs gave out from under .
"I’ll make so," he replied. Good, that will give ti to process...
But what was there to process? What possible reason was there that Roman Reigns would have a photo of my parents, two days before their deaths, in a hidden compartnt in his bedroom?
Had I been mistaken about him? Had he chard into believing he was soone he wasn’t? Had paying off Dante at the strip club just been part of his ruse to get back here? Dante had said that Roman wanted a "fresh one." Maybe this was his plan all along and "rescuing" had just been a way of getting to trust him.
A chill began at my toes and slid up my spine and I felt a cold sweat break out across my body. Suddenly the house felt hostile, like a prison, worse than the strip club, and I wanted out.
I ran to the window and opened it, only to find myself looking at a long drop to a stone patio below, and it was the sa with the bathroom. I raced back to the bedroom, tore open Roman’s closet, found a pair of sweatpants, and slid into them.
They were far too long but I rolled them up and grabbed a t-shirt too.
I have to get out of here...
There was no ti.
I sprinted out of the room, down the hall, and took the stairs as fast as I could. I hit the ground floor running, slid on the slick tile, and hit the floor hard. A blunt pain roared from my knee, and as I scrambled to pick myself up, Roman ca out of the kitchen. When he saw , his face changed.
"Felicity? What the hell are you doing?"
"Stay away from !" I shouted as I ran for the door. My heart was about to burst from my chest as I grabbed the handle and pulled.
"Felicity!" Roman called after but I was already outside and running like the last girl in a horror movie.
"Get back!" I shouted as I ran, the image from the photo imprinted in my mind. My knee was killing but my adrenaline was flowing as I sprinted down the driveway. I had no plan; I just knew I had to escape.
Roman killed your parents...
The realization was like poison in my veins. Heartbreak engulfed like a swallowing darkness and I suddenly felt sick that I’d given myself to a man who’d been able to so fully and completely deceive .
I’d given him my body, and the whole ti he’d been taking it, he must have been laughing to himself.
Dumb girl, he must have thought. Little does she know!
I felt like throwing up. Roman’s voice l rang out behind . "Felicity! Co back!"
I glanced back over my shoulder to see him coming down the steps. I ran harder.
Bits of rock and dirt bit into the soles of my feet as I ran. I was sprinting like my life depended on it, but as I passed the gate, a set of headlights flared in front of , blinding . The engine roared and the car sped toward like it was going to run over.
I threw myself off the pavent just in ti for the car to slide past , narrowly missing . My foot caught on sothing, and I fell forward, landing hard. I heard a car door slam and spun around to see a tall, backlit silhouette of a man approaching .
And he had a gun in his hand.
"Sorry," a voice said. “But you’ve seen too much."
Oh God, I thought as panic and acceptance swirled through simultaneously. I’m going to die...
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