RomanI took a slow sip of whiskey, letting the glass rest in my hand as I fixed Leo with a cold stare.“So what’s the update Leo ."Leo straightened. "The docks cleared. Shipment moved clean. No heat, no tails. We ran it through the new route—just like you said."I gave a short nod. "And Palermo?""He's quiet," Leo said. "Hasn't asked about logistics in weeks.”All Palermo is interested in is the payments. As long as the money's flowing, he doesn't care."I set the glass down."That's exactly why we stay sharp," I said flatly. "Palermo doesn't go quiet unless he's calculating. He's not lazy, Leo—he's patient. He watches first, then strikes."Leo gave a slow nod. "Want me to dial back communication?""No. We keep feeding him what he expects. Numbers, routes, updates. Keep it clean. The moment he thinks we're pulling back, he'll smell blood."Leo pressed his lips together. "And Maya's father? You think he already knows where she is?"I leaned back slightly in my chair."He knows," I sai
MayaI pretended I didn't hear a damn thing.By the time Roman walked back into the room, his expression schooled back into the usual smug calm, I was already in bed, facing the other way, blanket half-draped over my legs like nothing was off. I'd slipped back into the sheets with my heart still hammering in my chest and my mind replaying Nathan's voice on a loop.But I didn't ask. I didn't say a word.Instead, I smiled—forcefully, awkwardly—as Roman crossed the room toward me. He raised a brow, shirt still unbuttoned from where I'd left him."You're smiling weird," he muttered, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Thinking about how you were wrapped around me ten minutes ago?"I let out a nervous laugh, light and airy. "No more touching."Roman brows creased, then smirked as he leaned down, reaching for my waist. "Says who?"I caught his wrist before he could pull me back under him. "I mean it. I don't want it anymore."He froze, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Wait... what?" His voice
Maya"I mean, did you see the look on Damian's face?" I said, practically bouncing as I walked beside Roman. "The audacity. Acting like I was some fragile thing he used to parade around at family dinners. Honestly, I think I handled him pretty damn well."Roman slid a glance at me, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. "Handled him?" he repeated, that slow smirk playing on his lips. "Sweetheart, your legs were shaking under the table."I stopped mid-step, my mouth dropping open. "That is a lie."He kept walking. "Mhm.""I was perfectly calm.""You were gripping the edge of the seat like it was a lifeline.""I was not!" I said with a dramatic gasp, catching up with him just as we walked to the kitchen. I nearly bumped into his back when he stopped abruptly."You sure about that?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder with a challenging grin.I glared at him, which only made him chuckle."Don't flatter yourself, Roman," I muttered, trying to squeeze past him, but he shifted slightly,
Maya"What exactly am I supposed to do when I see him?" I asked as I stared out the car window.The streets of Chicago blurred past, but nothing could distract me from the weight sitting on my chest.Roman didn't answer right away. His hands rested on the wheel, steady as ever, like this was just another casual drive through the city and not a direct descent into chaos."You'll follow my lead," he finally said.I turned to him, eyes narrowing. "That's not a plan, Roman. That's a warning."He glanced at me, one brow cocked. "Good. You're catching on."I let out a breath, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms. "And what are you going to say to him? 'Oh hey Damian, here's the girl who ran away from her rich father and somehow ended up in my bed'?"Roman's jaw twitched, and I noticed how tightly his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel."Don't push me, Maya," he said, low and clipped. "You wanted freedom. This is what it looks like. Messy. Complicated. And you're going to sit there, s
MayaI paced the living room like a lunatic, my bare feet padding across the cold floor, arms folded, then unfolded—then back again. My chest tightened with every second that passed. Roman told me everything would be fine, that he'd handle it—but how could I believe that?Caleb posting that picture wasn't just reckless. It was dangerous. More as if he was trying to pass an information. Why did he broke our agreement? I attended that party because we agreed he will keep my secret. How could I have been blinded and trust him. After all he’s Damian’s brother. What if he told Damian everything?Worse—what if my father sent them?My nails were in my mouth before I even realized it, teeth digging into the already raw skin around the edges. I flinched when I heard footsteps descending the stairs."You'll eat up your nails if you keep chewing them like that," Roman's voice drawled from behind.I spun around, heart pounding. "What if Damian and Caleb come here to get me?" My voice cracked sli
RomanThe shock on her face was almost amusing. Eyes wide, mouth parted—like she just stumbled into a world she didn't want to believe existed."Speak up, Roman," she said, voice sharp. "Why do you have a picture of my father in your office?"I didn't respond. Instead, I walked past her slowly, hands in my pockets. I stopped at my desk, pulled the chair back, and sank into it with ease."I knew you'd react this way," I said finally, my voice flat. "Which is why I didn't say anything since then."She blinked, clearly thrown. "What does that mean?"Ah. That confusion. I liked it on her. It was better than her fire, better than her bite. Because when she was confused, she was vulnerable—and when she was vulnerable, she let me in without knowing it."It means exactly what it sounds like," I said lazily, pulling open the top drawer and flicking through a few files just to mess with her head. "You're a stubborn Maya. You panic first, then think later. I wasn't about to hand you another rea