RomanI wasn't expecting the smell of breakfast to hit me the moment I walked into the kitchen. And I sure as hell wasn't expecting to see Maya.Standing by the stove, her legs bare, hair still damp from a shower."Good morning," she said with a soft smile on her lips like we didn't nearly bite each other's heads off a few hours ago.I just stood there. Watching her.She turned back to the eggs she was flipping as if she wasn't twisting me inside.How the hell did she switch moods this fast?I sat down at the table, still trying to figure out why I agreed to give Tonny his damn job back. That's not me. I don't bend for people. I make people bend to me.But her?Every time she looks at me like that—with those soft eyes and smart mouth—I lose control.I told myself I was keeping her here for a reason. For when her father shows up. When I'm sure he's tied to Palermo. She could be useful. That's what I said.But is that really the only reason? Because the truth is, I hated seeing her behi
MayaI stormed out of Roman's office, ignoring the bite in his voice and the threat he thought would stop me. Screw him.My hands were trembling from pure, boiling rage. Who the hell did he think he was? Firing Tonny just because I stepped behind the bar to help?Tonny had gotten that call in the middle of his shift—his cousin was in an accident, and he looked like he was falling apart right in front of me. Confused. Panicked. I told him to go, promised I'd cover for a bit. It was nothing. Just a few drinks, a few smiles. Nothing Tonny wouldn't do for me if the tables were turned.And Roman? He didn't even care. Didn't ask. Didn't want to know why Tonny had to leave. Just dropped the axe like it meant nothing. Like Tonny was nothing.I saw the look on Tonny's face when Susan told him. The way his shoulders sagged. The way he blinked like he couldn't believe it. I didn't even have the strength to explain. What was the point? Roman had already made up his mind—because he's arrogant, col
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