Anna Bateman Everyone fears Roman Petrov, a rich, handsome Mafia boss and ends up in his hotel room due to some unforeseen circumstances. He's my first client but he won't believe that. My life used to be simple until it wasn't when my fathers shady deals caught up with him and destroyed my family. Roman Petrov The rules of my world. There's no room for errors, no tolerance for liars. I'm a possessive man, she knew before she stepped into my world and I won't be satisfied until I have all of her. We should have parted ways after one night but she became and addiction I couldn't seem to shake. She is a goddess wrapped in all my maddest temptation. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a spark threatening to explode inside me for her.
View MoreAs mama and I returned from the Sol family dinner, I loved going to family dinners, “wait here mi amor let me get your father downstairs so we can eat the leftovers from the party,” I watched her walk away.
Few minutes later she came back. I ran upstairs trying to know what happened when I saw it. Mama passed me with a Gun in hand and rosary around her neck, she reached for her bedroom When she entered, my father was screwing another woman. “So I’ll be dead by the holidays, cabrón?” She shouted as he was, scrambling from the bed to his feet, naked. “Maria! I can explain everything!” Dad shouted back as his accent shifted from British to Southern mid-sentence. He pulled on his pants, and she let him. “Please, calm down! And for goodness’ sake, put the pistol away.” Lightning flared, matching her mood. I finally understood the phrase “seeing red.” because that was my mother’s eyes at that moment. She pointed the gun at the woman frozen on the bed. “Who the hell is she?” Papa raised his palms. “Talk to me.” dad didn’t like my mother's attention on her? “She’s an old friend who was passing through town.” His blond brows drew together. “This didn’t mean anything. I just missed you so much, darling—I was momentarily weak. I was so stupid. But we can work this out. You are the one that I love.” He was good. Papa lied too good Well, he's a lawyer, aren't they all liars? The stranger stood, wrapping a sheet around herself. She was tall and slender, with long sandy brown hair and porcelain skin. “May I get my clothes?” Lightning flashed again. “No. You move closer to him. NOW, puta(bitch).” waved the gun, and she hurried to his side. Even in this situation, they somehow looked dignified together, a sterling couple. Mom turned towards dad. “If you lie to me again, I will shoot you in your scrawny dick. Since when has this been going on?” “What are you talking about! Have you lost your mind?” Dad eyes appeared stunned, as if she’d sprung this information on him—out of nowhere. “This is just a momentary lapse of judgement.” he repeatedly said How could he be so believable? For the tiniest instant, I thought to myself, Well, I did know that. I shook my head. “ Well I've had people following you for months as you've been trying to get my inheritance and beaches to your name?” Papa looked shocked. “You’re accusing me of theft? When I’ve never wanted a penny that belonged to you? I’ve never even raised my voice. Everyone knows how much I adore you. All our friends talk about my devotion.” In other words, if I cried, “Murder plot!” no one would believe me. Mama shouted with tears running down her eyes “What’s in the case in that safety-deposit box?” “Case? Now what are you going on about, darling? How did we go from my—admittedly stupid—screwup to murder?” There was that reasonable voice again. Trying to get mom to believe him I've heard it over the years How much had he been gaslighting me and mom in the past? “I heard you two having sex and plotting, cabrón. No one’s celebrating my murder in Aspen this year.”the strange woman was unraveling. “I told you this one was trouble!” I sneered to her, “With a capital fucking T, Puta.” Back to papa. Mom cocked the pistol, movie-style, and aimed it at his groin. “Try lying to me again.” He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t shoot me. If you do, all your money—now my money—will go to me. You signed over everything to Anna a year ago.” “Then you’re right. It doesn’t make sense to shoot you.” she turned the gun to the mistress “I should shoot her. She’d be your heir, no?” “Maria !” His breath left him, his voice scaling higher as he said, “Don’t hurt her. Please.” The most shocking revelation of the night? This monster truly loved his mistress. “Don’t make me hurt her! Answer my questions.” Staring down a gun barrel, the mistress said, “I will answer them for you. We can talk about this. In this case, there’s a syringe. It was the injection that is supposed to be given to you tonight.” My lips parted. He wanted mama dead. She continued, “We targeted you for the land. Charles, no Lucas —knows how to break the trust and split your money.” Shock muffled our faces, but I needed to stay sharp. Why does his mistress admit these things? I gazed at them through watering eyes. The two were farther apart from each other. While she stalled, he’d been sneaking closer to his dresser! He has a gun in there. “Stop where you are, Lucas.” Mama said Keeping the pistol trained on him, she moved toward the dresser. “You got a gun? I’ll be taking it, as well as the key to that safety-deposit box.” She pulled open the top drawer, taking her gaze off them for a split second— Lightning blazed; he threw a lamp at mama. Everything happened so fast. She deflected with her arm. The old pistol went off. BOOM! A dark spray arced across the room toward me, splattering my face and chest. Blood? From the mistress’s throat?? Her hands clamped her neck to stem the spray, but it kept welling up in spurts. Her body collapsed. Papa dropped to his knees beside her, frantically clutching the wound, as if trying to put the blood back in. Coated in crimson, he yelled over his shoulder, “What have you done, Linda ?” Dimly I realized his accent had changed again. “You bitch! What have you DONE?” His mistress Linda made ugly, wet sounds. Before I could process that fact another BOOM went off and mama’s blood was sprayed across the floor. I ran out of the house as fast as I could and never looked back. That night I found out my father was a con man and my mother a murdered heiress and my father also had a mistress.SashaI walk into the jail reception area with Dimitri and Sergei. We are trailed by three guards. Sergei walks up to the glass window at the office. “I would like to see Roman Petrov please,” he announces.“Sure, just a minute,” the receptionist replies flatly. She types and reads something on her computer monitor.“He has a visitor with him now,” she informs us.Sergei’s eyes flick back to us. Who would be visiting him?Maybe the kidnapper, someone after a ransom. “Can I go in?” Sergei mutters as he gestures to the door.“No, only one visitor at a time. You will have to wait,” she replies in a monotone voice.Sergei nods and takes a seat next to us. “Who would be visiting him?” he whispers quietly.“I don’t know,” Dimitri whispers furiously.I sit back in my chair nervously, fuck, it should be the kidnappers so this nightmare can come to an end for Rome.This is like a movie, but worse.“Do we know what all the people who have a grudge to settle with Rome looks like?”
ROMAN I wake cold and shivering as I listen to the sound of skin slapping as two people have sex somewhere down the hall. They are both groaning in pleasure and I somehow find comfort in knowing that it is consensual. How has this happened? From the bed I look around at my surroundings. This place is a fucking shithole and my eyes glance across the hall to see a young man standing with his arms through the bars, staring at me. God, how is he eighteen? He looks fifteen at least. I frown at him.How do people let kids fall into this life?“What’s up?” he says.I nod in response but don’t reply.“I’m Peter,” he calls.I nod again. I’m not in the fucking mood to talk at all. Just stay away from me.An alarm sounds and the doors all slide open at once and everyone starts to walk down the hallway to the right. I lie still, frozen.What the hell is going on?“Breakfast,” the kid calls out to me.I don’t want to go anywhere. I stay lying in bed. The kid walks into my cell.“What
Chapter 189 Roman I get out of the car with the chains on my hands and feet. It’s just turned dark and I have been transferred from the police station to the prison. I have never been so terrified of not knowing what's happening outside. I know what goes on in these places and I'm familiar with it. God helps anyone who wants to mess with me, I'm grieving and a little murder might help with that to channel my anger away. God help the bastard who tries it. The adrenaline has already started to pump heavily through my veins. I’m angry, so angry I can’t see straight. Not only has the person stolen my beautiful Zolotse’s life, they are now stealing mine. This was a planned set-up. Their aim all along was to frame me for their crime. I am going to rip the life from their bodies quicker than they can say the word die. “This way.” The guard ushers me toward the doors and into the office where I am fingerprinted again and inducted into the system. Eventually, after a
AnaI sit on the floor in the semi-dark room lit only by the lamp. I have a black eye from being hit earlier today and I think my rib may be broken or my wrist may be damaged again, but I’m not sure. I have turned the televisions back on silent. If only I could turn them off completely. I’m unable to watch my Husband and best friends cry at the water’s edge as the police look for my body. Roman is in hospital. Who is with him? Who is taking care of him at the hospital? I can’t stand the thought of Rome going through this alone.The door slowly opens and I push back into the wall scared, expecting that huge mean man.but instead I see something unexpected. A young light blond man smiles gently at me while carrying a tray of food.“Hello, Ana,” he says softly. “I brought you something to eat.” He places it nervously on the table and lifts the lid to show me pasta and dessert.I frown and stay silent as I try to sum up this situation. What the hell is this guy doing here bein
ROMAN I sit at the table next to my lawyer, and opposite two police officers.One policeman places two vials in a ziplock plastic bag onto the table in front of us. “Can you explain this, Mr Petrov? Can I call you Roman?”My eyes narrow at the vial. “What is it?” I ask him suspiciously.“You tell me,” he says flatly.I shake my head. “I’m not playing fucking charades. What the fuck is it?” I snap.“Rohypnol,” he says matter-of-factly.I frown.“We found eight bottles of it at your property which you shared with your wife,” the policeman continues.My eyes meet and I shake my head.“I don’t know how they got there,” I reply.“Course you don’t, that’s why your fingerprints are all over them.” He fakes a smile looking at me like I'm stupid.“This is outrageous,” demands Arthur. “He was drugged himself.”“Did you murder Mrs Petrov and then took Rohypnol to cover your crime, Roman?” the policeman sneers.I screw up my face. “No, I did not.”“Tell me about how you met your wife,”
ANA “Hello,” I call out “What’s happening? The door is locked,” I yell. “Rome,” I yell. “Dimitri, Zoran anybody.” No reply. Silence. I walk back to the bathroom with my heart pumping hard. What’s going on? Where am I? Where the hell is Roman? I look around the room nervously for my bag. That’s right, I left it at the wedding. Huh? I was on the boat. I sit on the edge of the bed while I go over the last thing I remember. We went to the wedding. The news exposing me as an heiress. My eyes widen and then we went to the boat and went to sleep. I frown. I don’t understand. I stand and walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit and what am I wearing? I look down at the black nightgown I am in. I don’t own this nightgown, this is not mine. What the hell is going on? I start to bang on the door repeatedly, to alert somebody. “Hello. Is anybody there?” I scream. I start to panic. Where am I? Where is Roman? “Di
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