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ROMAN'S P.O.V.“I care about you, Roman, that is why I'm doing this.” Her soft voice betrayed the conflict etched on her face. “I have you. You and I know what happens if I don't.” A small crack leaked out from her. Her lips wobbled before she pressed them into a firm line, hardening her features. “Don't,” I whispered. My hands slack at my side. I was tired of being so damm powerless over this situation. She shook her head, her eyes filled with apology.“Please don't, don't leave me.” My voice was barely above a whisper. Every second that ticked away felt like my heart was being chipped.She pushed her hair off her face, her eyes set with firm determination that broke me anew. “I have to Roman. It's the only way.” Her voice quivered, her bright eyes shining with unshed tears, repressed tears, and all the tears we couldn't afford the world to see.That was the life we were born into, but this....this is unacceptable.“No.” I shook my head stubbornly, grabbing her wrist.“I will not
The Devil's Little Angel Chapter 18
CALISTA'S P.O.VManhattan felt like a breath of fresh air after being locked up for a long time.The afternoon sun warmed my skin as we stepped out of the penthouse. A sleek, shiny black convertible waited for us by the curb. Riccardo stood by it, but Roman dismissed him.He rounded the car and opened the passenger door for me. “I'll drive you today.”I trailed my hand along the black hood, observing the polished car, and then Roman. I glanced at the car again and then back at Roman. My eyes ping-ponged between the two, trying to decide which one stole my breath more.“You got a convertible for our tour?” I barely managed to mask the shock in my voice.He smirked like I made a joke. “Got? No, I bought one.” The light in his eyes shone brighter at my surprised gasp. “Thought we’d enjoy the city the right way," he said with a satisfied pride.I rubbed my hand over the fine chrome and black leather as I got in. The car was elegant and expensive. “How did you manage to pull this so quick
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CALISTA'S P. O. VWarm sunlight touched my skin like a tease. My body was still heavy from how spent I was last night, but the ache felt good, one I hadn't experienced in…forever. I stretched my stiff limbs, slow and lazy, cracking one eye open before shutting it.I wasn’t in the guest room. My eyes fluttered open, I brought my hand to my face to shield the lines of sunlight seeping in through the curtains.I blinked at the ceiling, my mind slowly registering the bustle of New York life outside the windows and the feel of silk sheets against my skin. Dark amber musk and leather clung to the pillow beside me.His scent, His bed.I bolted upright, my heart rattling in my rib cage. I recalled some flashes from last night. Dancing, music, the way he held me, the look in his eyes, my memory fogged. I couldn't remember what happened after that.I raised the comforter from my body to find that I was still in my dress from last night. It was wrinkled but still intact. I let out a sigh of r
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ROMAN'S P. O. VShe fell asleep on the drive home.We were in the car when her head tipped to the side, resting on my shoulder. Her breathing was soft, those long lashes fluttered sleepy, and I stroked her cheeks till she evened out.Riccardo drove us back to my penthouse, Fabiano took his drunk wife home. The moment I spotted them, with Callie in this sorry excuse of a dress that showed more than it covered, I knew it was all Isabella's idea.I couldn't for the life of me understand what I was feeling. What this dull ache in my chest is that makes me want to pull her closer, eat up her warmth, her scent, her smiles, and soft murmurs Tonight, the world seemed different, like it was all softness and calm. A tap on the car window pulled me out of my rare peace. Riccardo opened the car door, and I carried Callie up to the penthouse myself.I shrugged out of my coat and draped it over her body, then I pulled her into my arms. She was asleep, but she looped her arms loosely around my nec
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ROMAN'S P.O.V“This is good,” I said as Fabiano pitched his most recent nine-figure scheme.“I know it is,” he smirks while taking a long draw of his cigar. “And you know what's better? We get to buy these buildings cheap from city auctions or through political bribes.Fabiano's idea to go in on a real estate empire had intrigued me. Since we both took over as the leaders of our outfits, we shared a common vision to own more and more Legitimate business and investment, step out of the shadows without giving up powerIt took some time, but I brought down every prostitution ring Elio built. Most of the girls were trafficked or underage. I gave them payouts, resources, and options. There were a few who wanted to stay behind, so I placed them in our clubs where they were protected, paid, and respected.Since then, I've been venturing into hotels, shares investment, clubs, bars, and spas across Illinois, and now, we're stepping into real estate.Because if there's one thing a billionaire l
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CALISTA'S P. O. VIsabella and I sat in the lounge. From the corner of my eye, I saw Roman and her husband walk out the door. Fabiano winked at her and waved her goodbye.Roman, on the other hand, left without a word, no glance, no wave. Nothing.It was either he didn't care, or he didn't care.I tried to focus on my surroundings while pushing the ugly feeling away. Black velvet couches big enough to accommodate a 6’4, one hundred and fifty pounds of muscled man, and dark wood floors that gleamed under the galaxy like a chandelier, a view of the Manhattan beyond the windows. “Have you been to New York before?”Isabella asked, she was seated across from me, her legs crossed in practiced elegance. She gave off this sharp, feminine energy, the kind of woman who never stumbled, and most certainly wouldn't be caught in anything below fabulous. Her cashmere sweater and Christian Louboutins spoke loud enough.“No. It's my first time.” I wasn’t sure what to expect from her, but she’d been wa
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ROMAN'S P.O.VIf Elio could see me right now, he'd put a bullet in my head to put me out of my misery.I'm sure my old man must be groaning in his grave, or hell, to see his son, the one he trained to be ruthless, emotionless, and unfeeling, turn soft over a woman.What is wrong with me? This whole trip was to partner with Fabiano, the leader of the New York outfit; although he did invite me and my wife, I could have left her, like I did the last time, but after that kiss yesterday, something shifted. It's her lips. No questions. They were made for seduction. After that kiss, I couldn't bear to leave her for two weeks, unattended to. Alone. And so I made a last-minute decision to convert this into a honeymoon.“Thank you, Roman,” she says again, those blue-gray eyes bright in a way that fists my chest tight. I only manage a nod. What the hell was I thinking? Offering to take her on a tour around New York City like some college boy trying to impress his girl. Fabiano is not going
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CALISTA'S P.O.VWhen it's your first time leaving a state you've been trapped in all your life, you tend to be giddy. Being nearly twenty-three years old doesn't stop your excitement; in a way, it only adds to it. I pressed my face to the window like an overgrown toddler the second Roman's plane touched down.“We're headed to Manhattan now.” I hear Roman speak over the phone as the chauffeur drives, I don't pay him much attention. How could I when I'm seeing the streets of New York for the first time in my life? Busy streets, busier people. There were honks of different cars and rushing footsteps; everyone was headed somewhere; they didn't even seem to care about the next person. Voices loud, murmuring, cursing, laughing.A heartbeat of people and beautiful chaos.A dull ache pricked my chest; in another life, I could be one of these people; maybe I'd be headed for classes at NYU, or maybe I'd be waitressing in a cafe with my name misspelled on my name tag.What would it be like?“
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CALISTA'S P.O.VThere are kisses and there are kisses.Roman kissed me like he was making art, like he could drink me in for eternity and not be sated, with slow, loving precision, unhurried as though he had all the time in the world. His kiss was smothering, fanning the embers of my desires, reaching the place that I had locked away and tucked deep inside of me.“God, Callie.” he groaned, tipping my chin to deepen the kiss. “You taste just like I've been dreaming of.” he pulled back, his amber eyes searching mine. I placed a hand on his chest, his muscles flexed beneath my touch “Roman.” my voice came out as a breathy whisper,“Yes”“Don’t stop.”He made a gravelly sound at the back of his throat before his lips crashed down on mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away.Roman's tongue swept over the roof of my mouth, demanding entrance. I parted my lips with a soft moan; the sound seemed to have snapped something inside of him because one moment, he was holding me softly, and
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