ROMANI’ve just got back from tightening some loose ends in my clubs, and driving up a street , I recognize an SUV parked outside of a diner.I slow down, and when I park behind the vehicle, I see Ana and Zoran sitting in a booth. It looks like they’re eating ice cream.I push the BMW door open to get out, but an alarm on my phone has me digging the device out.Seeing an alert regarding the head of Vladamir special guards I quickly go into the app. He’s been spotted in Miami.Christ. We have to move fast.I shut the door again, and starting the engine, I pull away from the curb while dialing Sergei’s number.“You better have good news for me. These motherfuckers are attacking us too ,” he mutters.“The head of the guards is in Miami,” I say, feeling good that I finally get to give him solid information.“Wheels up in thirty minutes,” he grumbles out. “Let the others know we’re meeting at the airfield.”“On it.”The call ends and when I stop at a traffic light, I quickly send a gr
ROMAN When the convoy of SUVs pulls up to the location he was last seem at , I look around the area.It is quite slient outside the place because it is really early and the place isn’t yet open .“What do you want to do?” Nikolai asks Sergei.“Let’s go knock on the door,” he mutters as he pushes the door open.“You think they’re just going to open their door for us?” Nikolai asks as we all climb out of the SUV.“Of course not,” Serft growls, giving Nikolai a what the fuck look. “I’m not fucking stupid.” Lifting his arm, he signals for his men to come.When I see the grenade launcher, I shake my head. Everyone’s going to hear the explosion, can't they fucking do things quietly for once in their lives.Sasha and I glance at each other, and I can see he’s worried about Sergei, who ever pissed him off today is lucky. Even for our boss, who’s done some crazy shit, this is a little reckless.“Blow down the door,” Sergei orders.Leaving my rifle in the car because I sure as shit won
ROMAN I’m fucking tired and just want to get into bed with my woman.Freezing my ass off, I climb back into the SUV to wait for thirty minutes because I need to make sure nothing will be a problem for Ana in the future.My phone vibrates, and I check the message that just came through.Ana: Just checking if you’re okay.I quickly take off my gloves and type a response.Roman: Almost done. I’ll be home in an hour.Ana: Can’t wait. I have something so exciting I want to share with you.She probably wants to tell me she’s starting to work with Chloe very soon.Putting the gloves on again, my arm and back sting, and I know Ana’s going to lose her shit when she sees I’ve been grazed by bullets.I keep an eye on the time, and when thirty minutes is up, I get out of the SUV and walk to the alley, where I pass empty crates and boxes, not finding anything.I turn around, I walk back to the SUV so I can get my ass home to my woman with the full intention of not telling her about not killing th
ANARoman presses another kiss to my mouth to silence me, then mentions, “We can get a team to help you out with all the work.”I wrap my arms around his neck and stare at him with all the love I feel in me. “Thank you.” I interlock my legs around his waist as I pull him closer to me. Tell me “Do you think my idea to open a free kitchen is stupid, or do you feel it is too big of a project for me to take on?”“No.” Picking me up, he carries me to the bed and lays me down on my side of the bed while continuing, “I think it’s an amazing idea. I just don’t want you working yourself to death.”“Okay.”Walking around the bed, he throws the covers back and lies down beside me. I crawl beneath the blankets and adjust them over his body before I get comfortable.He turns so we’re lying face-to-face, then says, “You are one hell of an amazing woman, Ana.”I brush my fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw. “You are so amazing.”We become quiet for a moment, just staring at eac
ANAThe words soak into my bones, filling me with a warmth.I’ve never experienced before. It feels safe.it feels as if I’ve finally found a place where I truly belong.I’ve found my home.“Am I the first?” he asks.I nod, not trusting my voice right now.“Good,” he sighs before he lowers his head to claim my lips.The kiss starts out slow as if Roman’s taking his time to show me how he feels,tonight feels different.But as the seconds pass, the need grows between us, and he becomes impatient.His tongue lashes at mine, and when his teeth tug at my bottom lip, his hand moves away from my face, and he suddenly ends the kiss.He crawls down my body, and taking hold of my pyjamas shorts, he tugs them off of me.I quickly remove my cami while he shoves his sweatpants down.When we’re both naked, he pushes my legs open. I still feel self-conscious, but the emotion quickly turns to surprise when Roman kisses the inside of my thigh.“Time to taste you, Moya Roza,” he groans right before
When Roman pulls out of me, I shift, and it has his eyes snapping to mine with worry in his expression.“You okay?”I nod quickly. “Yes. Just a bit sensitive.”He lies down on his back, and when I climb off the bed, his gaze follows me to the bathroom.I quickly clean myself before wetting a washcloth. When I walk back into the room and crawl onto the bed.he takes the washcloth from my hand and throws it on the floor.My eyebrows draw together, then he says “I don’t want to clean you off me yet.”His possessive voice makes the butterflies in my belly resume their fluttering.Roman pulls me closer,and when I lie down beside him, his arms wrap around me.As he buries his face in the grove of my neck.Just like earlier, I throw my leg over his and using my leg to pull and hold him tightly to my body.My fingers trail up and down his back, and I press a kiss to his temple.He lets out a heavy sigh and melts into me.I keep caressing his back, and not even minutes later, his breaths ev
I can barely hold on by the time he comes with a groan. He pulls me down on top of him, and his arms tight around me. he plunges into me again, his body jerking with each thrust. When he stills beneath me, we’re both breathless. I can feel his heart racing where my cheek is pressed to his chest. “Christ,” he gasps. “You might just kill me.” I let out a chuckle, and when my inner walls squeeze his cock, he lets out a sharp breath before his body shudders. I press a kiss to his racing heart, then let out a happy sigh. His hand pats my butt, then he orders, “Up before I end up fucking you the whole day.” As I climb off him, his cock slips out of me. My body jerks because I feel raw and sensitive from all the sex. I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to need time to recover.” Roman moves off the bed. “Get your sexy ass in the shower.” I move off the mattress and follow him into the shower. Once we’re both beneath the warm spray of water, Roman starts to wash my body.
I let out a sigh. “You’re mine, Ana, which means I’m going to provide for you. You need an investment in case of an emergency.”“What…” she doesn’t finish her question, and her features tighten when she whispers, “You are not going to die. I thought we talked about this.” I nod because, unlike most people like to assume, I’m not indestructible.Her fingers tighten around mine, and she glances away from me.“It won’t happen easily,” I say to put her mind at ease.She sets her coffee cup down as she lowers her head. “I really hope not.”“Come here,” I order as I move my chair backwards to accommodate her.She gets up, and I pull her onto my lap. Taking hold of her face, I turn her face so she’ll look at me.“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”“Okay,” she whispers before wrapping her arms around my neck.I hold her tightly while it sinks in that it upsets her a lot to think of me dying.More love pours into my chest, and I press a kiss to her shoulder and another to the side
ANAMy stomach rolls.It makes me feel sick.I think for a moment.I'm still waiting for her to threaten us with a child.It's just been a few months since we saw her.She could be one of those women who don't show a bump in the early stages of pregnancy.Or the child could be for Vladamir.I just need it to be Vladamir's child.But Rome won't abandon his nephew either nor would I want him to.Can a DNA paternity test be taken while pregnant or do you have to wait for the baby to be born?Hmm. I grab my phone and type into Google:Can a paternity test be taken while still pregnant?DNA testing can be completed as early as 9 weeks along. Technological advancements mean there's little risk to mom or baby. If establishing paternity is something that you need to do, non-invasive prenatal paternity test is a blood test that analyzes fetal DNA found in a pregnant woman's blood during the first trimester.Shit, it’s just a blood test. That should be easy enough.I type into Google:Can a pre
ANAThe car pulls into the garage around 7:00 p.m.Roman hasn’t called me once today. That’s a first. I know he’s probably busy being pulled from point to point, but with everything that’s going on, I would have thought.I made dinner and had a glass of wine.I feel unusually nervous to see him.My heart beats as loud as it can when Roman comes into my line of sight.“Hello.” I smile.“Hi, Moya Roza.” He bends and kisses me, and then pulls immediately out of my arms.Oh.He sits on the chair and rests his elbows on his thighs. His head hanging low, and he looks at the floor, he looks exhausted.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch him. Something’s up.“I called her,” he says quietly.I frown. “Who?”“On the night I was drugged, my call log shows that I made an eight-minute call to Gloria’s number,” he says softly.Emotion rushes through me.His eyes rise to meet mine. “And there were other things, I saw when I woke up.”My heartbeat pumps loudly in my ears. “
ANA“Good morning love.” I smile at him.He walks over and hugs me so tightly.it's a wonder I didn't break anything.He kisses me so nicely, his lips hovering over mine.He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? With no one ready to hash out our feelings.Both of us are unsure what’s going to happen with Gloria, the loose cannon still on the run. We are both on pins and needles.I want to fight and yell and cry like a child at him for getting us into this position with her.But then I remember that he was only trying to protect me, and my past is just as sordid as his.He went to that club… but I worked there.And nobody else besides the two of us would ever believe that he was my first client. My only client.He has the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m not adding to his stress levels, no matter how selfish I want to be and put the blame on him, because he's the cause of this problem.I know I can’t.“I made you a coffee,” I say nervously.“Thanks.” He rol
ANA The police were here for hours going through everything. A warrant has been put out on her. The questioning was in depth, and I imagine it was very stressful for Roman. Then the public relations team arrived, and the house was full of people who worked for Roman. They organized the statement that was to be released to the press. While Dolores ran around handing out refreshments to them I just watched from the stairs trying to process my hurt. It was a whirlwind of activity down there, and I should have perhaps been involved. After all, I was the person who solved half the case. But I couldn’t. I stayed upstairs and cried like a baby to Callie on the phone, she wants to come over to be with me but I rather be alone I just needed someone to talk to for a moment. I feel so alone and compelled to stay out of sight tonight. I didn’t want to see anyone. And perhaps, if I’m being completely honest about the whole drama. I’m embarrassed that my husband is being accused
ROMAN “To the house.” I tell Dimitri while looking at Ana beside me.“Yes, sir.” The car pulls out of the garage, and I reach over and to take Ana’s hand but she flicks me away. My heart drops.She’s furious.Who could blame her?What Gloria saidOh no, my stomach rolls.I feel sick.I can't even remember if that ever happened, but she's delusional who knows what she would come up with but for the fact, she has already gotten Ana to believe her lies.The car weaves through the heavy London traffic. My mind goes back to that morning in the hotel in Russia when I woke with no memory.I see the silver wine chiller and the two crystal glasses.I remember the scent of perfume on my sheets. At the time, I was terrified, but then as soon as Dimitri said he walked me back to my room, I dismissed my fears. I put it down to two glasses being delivered as standard practice. I'm pretty sure it wasn't used and the scent on the sheets was a strong washing powder, but now…Why didn’t I get d
“Give me the money and get out,”Gloria screeches.“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snapped at her. I glared at Roman, angry he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, and he rolled his lips.“She’s got a video of us at the Auction house that night.” Roman replies frustrated.“Ha liess.” I huff out looking at Gloria's sneering face.“She hasn’t got shit.”“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out, I'm talking to him, you whore.” She tries to snatch the bag of money from him.“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell out to Roman.“She’s lying.”“How do you know?”“Because I have the footage,” I snap at him as his head whips towards me.“I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming bitch, fucking hell.”Roman and Gloria’s eyes widen.“You hacked the system?” Roman whispers, shocked.“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is co
ROMAN “Keep your voice down.”I look around feeling stressed.“What the fuck?” Sergei whispers.“How did she get it?”“Their systems got hacked twice and they didn't think to alert past clients. Can you imagine the fucking headline? The Minister and the prostitute who is now his wife.”Sasha’s and Sergei’s eyes widen in horror.If my files have been hacked, hell, we’re all fucked.“fuck, what are you going to do? I can hire someone to off the bitch” Sergei asks.“Second,I say we kill this bitch.” Sasha punches his fist. “For real this time.”“Will you be fucking serious for one minute? You think Gloria doesn't have a contingency plan, maybe the minute we kill her there is some sort of mail that will be sent to the press.” I hiss.“Who says I'm not serious?” He huffs in anger.“I think I’m going to pay the money.”“What?”“Have you got a better idea?” I whisper. “I won’t have my wife dragged through the fucking press and internet.”“Fucking hell,” Sasha mutters.“How does this
ROMAN “Do you have any idea how this is going to look to the Bravta and the political party, He rants."and when the press gets a hold of this don't get me started ?”“I don’t give a fuck about the political party." I reply furiously."I’m not worried about myself. I couldn’t care less about my fucking position. I’m worried about Ana! If this gets out…” I shake my head, the fear in me so present that I can barely push the words past my lips.She might even run away again. “She will always be the escort who slept with a Minister. She will never shake this. It will be the end of her, the paparazzi won't let her live this down”He stares at me.“Do you know how fucking hard she worked to fight her way back, every time the world throws something at her?” My voice cracks, betraying my hurt. “This can’t get out, Holmes. It can’t. I won’t let it. I will not let her be portrayed in this manner. Not now, not ever.”“Then you have to talk to Ana,” He sighs sadly like he has lost all hop
“You took the Petrov name given to you by my uncle, our money… the life that a mafia wife is supposed to have for a few years.”I smirk at the audacity of this woman. “ It was my money I just took it back. I’m happily married to the love of my life, and you will accept it.” I lose the last of my patience with this woman. “Move the fuck on, Gloria, and leave us alone.”Her cold eyes hold mine. “Last chance, Roman Petrov.”“For what?” I smirk. “To understand how pathetic you really are, Gloria? Too late.”She takes a brown folded envelope out of her bag and passes it over to me.“What’s this?”A trace of a vindictive smile crosses her face. “Open it and see.”I open the envelope and pull out an A4 photograph. It’s of Ana and I in the Auction Club at the beginning of our time together.Ana isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her.My eyes rise to meet Gloria’s.She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack into and g