ANA During an intense fight on the tv screen where I'm trying to get over the fact that Roman's club was blown apart my phone starts to ring.“Shit,” I whisper. Grabbing my handbag, I dig the device out so I can silence it, but when I see Danielle’s name on the screen, I answer and say, “Give me a minute.”I give Zoran an apologetic look before I get up and quickly leave the Couch to the kitchen.The music is still loud as I walk down a hallway, and holding the phone to my ear, I say, “What’s up?”“Yo- need t-.”“Hold on, the reception is bad,” I mutter, hoping she can hear me.The call is disconnected, and once I reach the balcony and make sure all the guards are gone, I dial Danielle’s number while stepping out on of the house.“Hey, can you hear me?” her voice comes clearer over the line.“Yeah. Why are you calling?”Jesus, it’s a bit cold. I should’ve worn a sweater.“Shit went down. Men came looking for you and when Lucious confronted them, the fuckers shot him.”“What?” I ga
ROMAN When it feels like I've done what was needed to the Rice family.I get up and head out to my car and call Ana to see if she’s okay.As I call the house phone, she doesn't answer.I say goodbye to Sasha and have Dimitri drive home. Still trying to pull up the footage from the house and the signal is jammed.As we drive into the compound I see Zoran laying in heaps of his own blood.I don’t find her right inside the house , and when I walk toward the kitchen , I hear a phone ringing briefly before stopping.As I reach the Living room, my eyes land on her phone on the ground. Unconscious guards laying everywhere, and the phone starts ringing again.“Fuck,” I gasp, and ignoring the device.Seeing blood pooling beneath the side he’s lying on, shock vibrates through me. I dig my cell phone out and call 911, telling them to get an ambulance to my house.Glancing around to make sure there’s no immediate danger I have to deal with, I push Zoran onto his back, which has him groaning
ROMAN Sergei places his hand on my shoulder and locks his eyes with mine. “We’re doing this together or we leave you to your devices and you won't even be there to save her.”When he squeezes my shoulder before pulling away.I’m actually a little suprised because Sergei doesn’t show or know the emotions kindness.“Nikolai and Ivan will travel together,” he says. “Roman and Sasha’s with me. When we catch up to the men who took her, I only need one alive enough to be questioned to know who wants to flood the city with drugs, the rest I want dead.”I check my tablet and say, “It doesn’t look like they’re stopping in Miami.”A guard glances at Sergei, who’s his underboss. “Make sure my private jet is fueled and ready to go, in case they try to take a flight out of here. Also, prepare a helicopter and boat. I want all escape routes they are bound to follow covered.” He turns around and walks to the elevator while saying audibly.“We’re taking the war to them. Wherever the fuck they go
ANAI feel completely disoriented and helpless as I’m thrown over a shoulder and carried somewhere.Sounds come and go, not really settling in my ear, I feel so woozy.I lose touch with reality, and when I come to enough to make sense of my surroundings, I hear the sound of a boat motor rotating and water splashing.My body’s shivering uncontrollably from the ice-cold air blowing over me, and I manage to let out a groan.“How was the trip from the drugs, sweetheart?” A man asks.Drugs?Sweetheart?Where am I?I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but it keeps going in and out of focus.Someone slaps my cheek, then a man laughs. “She’s still out of it.I realize I’m in a boat as it starts to slow down, and a minute or so later, I’m tossed over a shoulder again like some sack of flour.I manage to make out a bigger boat, and some control over my body begins to return.Nausea fills my stomach, and for a moment, it feels like I’m going to throw up.I’m tossed down on a hard surface, and
ANAHe’s really dead.Like gone to the afterlife dead.I hit the floor with a painful blow to my back, and it shakes me out of the shock I was caught in. My arms fly up, and with angry shouts and cries, I hit every part of the other man I can reach.I bring my knee up and slam it into his balls, which has him falling to the side with a small squeak leaving his mouth.“Jesus,” I mutter as I climb to my feet, and taking off my shoes, I hold it ready in my hands. “Come on. I’ll kill you, you motherfucking asshole. I loved that dress!”I throw myself at him and start hitting him with the heel of my shoe until he manages to grab his gun.When he aims it at me, I jump off his body and shout, “Oh shit.”A stupid nervous chuckle escapes me before I suck in a stuttering breath, I think it's from all the drugs.He keeps the gun pointed at me as he climbs to his feet, then hisses, “ stupid bitch”Right before he slams the weapon against the side of my head, knocking me out.+++++++++++++++++
ANA I’m sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where three other women are standing.The one with the blank stare whispered something in a language I’ve never heard, but it sounded like a final prayer with her head looking upward.God. It’s me. Ana again, Your least favorite child, seeing as you keep letting all the bad things happen to me over and over again. If you’re listening, I’d really appreciate a break right about now.I lift a hand and brush my fingers lightly over the bruises that feel swollen on my face.And the massive bump on my head that feels like it’s the size of an egg.When I regained my consciousness, the man with the gun was gone, and so was the body. There’s blood on the floor, and I kept staring at it.The door opens, and two armed men come in.They gesture with huge machine guns for us to come.Where are we going?What's happening?Shit.“Let me go,” one of the women starts to cry. “Por favor.”My eyes dart between her and the men as I climb to my fe
ANAThe assholes have left us here all day long.I walk to the door and turn the knob to have it open, but it’s locked.They can at least give us something to eat and drink. Another toilet break would be very welcome right about now, I need to stretch and move my legs.Not caring whether I’ll get in trouble, I bang a fist on the door. “Hey. Open the door.” Bang. Bang. Bang. “Anyone there? Open up please! I need to use to the toilet.”“You’re going to get in trouble with these men,” Paula whispers.When no one comes to open the door, I stop and frown at the piece of wood that’s keeping me imprisoned in this freezing room.An idea pops into my head, and I walk to the other side of the room before breaking out into a run and throwing my shoulder and side into the door, hoping I can break it open.The door doesn’t budge.I, on the on the other hand, bounce backward before landing flat on my ass, my shoulder and hip achin.A terrible pain passes through my hip bone.Well, that didn’t g
ANAI have no idea where we are when the van comes to a stop.I’m cold and about to pee right where I’m sitting.The doors open, and the icy cold wind blows over our bodies.At this rate, we’re going to freeze and starve to death.Armed men push us out of the van, and I quickly look around, noticing we’re in a neighborhood. We’re ushered into a house that’s seen better days.Are we back in Miami?No can't be.All the boats and drives just to come back here? That’s fucked up.As soon as we’re in the house, I mutter, “I need to pee.” When the men ignore me, I shout, “I swear I’ll piss right here.”We’re shoved into a hallway and brought to a halt outside a doorway.“One at a time,” one of the assholes barks.I’m shoved into a restroom, but as I turn to shut the door, the asshole shakes his head and snaps, “Piss or hold it in.”“Jesus,” I mutter as I go to the toilet. With a fucking audience, I take off my panties and sit down. While I relieve my bladder, I keep glaring at the
Chapter 141 The car pulls up at the press conference in Miami, and I practically jump from the car. I came straight here. I wanted to tell Roman the good news myself. I walk into the packed hall and stand at the back of the crowd. Roman is on stage, standing at a small podium and delivering a speech. “As you can see…” He glances up and sees me standing at the back. A frown crosses his brow, and I smile as I go up onto my toes with excitement. He regains his focus and goes back to his speech. I tap my toes, waiting for him to finish. Come on. Hurry up. I’m bursting at the seams to tell him the good news. He didn’t do it. He never went there, he never slept with her the happiness beams out of me. I feel so good being the person who found out the truth. Eventually, he says the words I’ve been waiting to hear. “Thank you all for coming today. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Education is key for our future.” Everyone claps, and I smile proudly.
Chapter 140A man walks down the hall and out of sight. Two women walk out of a room and get into the elevator.The elevator opens, and we see a Dimitri struggling with someone. He puts his arm around Rome to help him.“Roman,” I gasp out loudHe’s so out of it, highly intoxicated, drunk and unable to walk alone.Then Dimitri walks into his room with him, and then he walks back out alone after another minute.“So, that part of the story is true,” I whisper.Callie smiles and taps my leg. “Told you.”Estella speeds up the footage and we all sit and watch. She goes forward one hour… then two, and then three.“This has to be, like, midnight by now.” I frown waiting for the exact moment.Estella points to faint numbers at the bottom of the screen. “That’s the time there. It’s 11:21 p.m almost a new day, do you see?”“Yes, okay.”A man walks down the corridor and looks left and right, eventually stopping in front of Roman’s door. Estella puts the footage on the big screen.We all s
Chapter 139I widen my eyes and I want to say, I know that for sure, but I won’t. “How would she have set him up, though?”She thinks for a moment. “She had the drinks spiked, got him to his room, had him open his phone, and she called her own number from his phone.”“Yes,” I whisper. “She could have done that, couldn’t she? I hadn’t even thought of that, she could have entered his bedroom as a relative.”“She could have left all the evidence to make him think that he did it.”“But surely.” My heart drops. “Surely she would know that we would find out who the father is as soon as the baby is born.” My shoulders slump. “What if it is his baby? What if this is all some grand plan to tie Roman to her for life?”“It could be.” Callie sighs, and we stare at each other for a while. “If we just had the security footage of that night at the hotel. I know Holmes asked the hotel for it, but they said there wasn’t any.”I frown that's impossible even the cameras on the Road. “There has
ANAI wake with a strange sensation.It’s morning, and the other side of the bed is cold, and empty and without Roman.I sit up instantly, my senses awake and on high alert.I make my way downstairs, where I can hear a muffled voices coming from Roman’s study. I move down the hall to listen.“Yes,” he says. “That’s right, the arrest warrant has been withdrawn.”Gloria.My heart begins to beat hard. Why did he have the arrest warrant removed?Nobody is looking for her.“You know what to do,” he says calmly.My eyes widen.I push the open the door in a rush to get to Roman.When he steps back, shocked to see me. He’s fully dressed in his crisp suit, ready for work.“What are you doing here?” he asks sharply.I stare at him, confused. “What are you doing?” I ask rhetorically He marches down the hall. His overnight bag is packed by the front door, not looking like it's filled with clothes.“where are you going?” I say as I run after him.“I have to go away for work for a few day
We walk out to the front of the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Petrov,” Zoran says, holding the back door open. Roman takes my hand to help me in.“Hello, Zoran.” I smile as I get into the back seat, and Roman gets in behind me. The door closes, and we sit in silence throughout the drive.I get vivid recollections of how much Roman Petrov could infuriate me back in the day. Nobody could wind me up like him.Nothing’s changed.Calm, calm, keep fucking calm.The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world.“Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray.“What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?”His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”I glare at him, our eyes locked. “Please, don’t act happy on my behalf.”“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted happy now, would it?”Adrenaline begins t
ANA I sit in the cafe waiting for Callie.I keep going over what Roman said to me before he left. You made me do it alone.I hate that he sees it like that.He had an issue and I locked him out and made him face the problem alone. But our sex life was never the problem.But I did make him feel like the problem was only his?Then, being the stubborn woman that I am, I got so resentful that I locked him out of our room in return?Both of us not speaking and sleeping in separate beds. I exhale heavily. Well, I’m too angry at his stage to even think about it anymore. I’m not letting him turn this around on me.I haven’t done anything wrong.I never once said that I was blaming him for this.I only think that he should have told me the facts at the time in which they happened. And how dare he say that I’m making him face this alone when it was his choice not to tell me about it or involve me in the first place? He chose to do this alone, not the other way around.Seriously, is ope
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