MasukSorry about the delay... I am going through a difficult phase atm but I am trying to challenge my circumstances and write still. Happy reading <3 Much love, Larose Semsem
Rose had expected her training to be tough, but she hadn’t expected Roman to oversee it himself. She thought he would delegate the task, like the busy man he was. Instead, he promised her that the moment she would hand in her resignation letter, things would change – and indeed, they did. Although there were some times when Rose longed to hear words of affection, she had grown used to Roman’s love language. He was quite easy to figure out; he made time for her, allowed her liberties no one else had, and even made sure to cherish her in ways no one ever had before. Sure, the beginning of their entanglement was unusual to say the least, and although she wasn’t exactly expecting a happy ending necessarily, she knew she would at least enjoy the journey while it lasted. “You shooting or what?” His voice carried a touch of sweet devotion and none of the irritation anyone would have expected.Mafia boss as he might be, he always went the extra mile for her. Love wasn’t about empty words
The moment Giuseppe Bianchi left, Roman placed a kiss on Rose’s shoulder, which he bared himself. Rose could do nothing but shiver, even as she kept her moans in. Resisting this man was futile. Resisting the fiery passion was impossible… Leaving him was never an option. No matter how delightful the light could be, she now belonged to the shadows of the darkness. And it was high time she embraced it. “Are you going to make a spectacle out of me?” She breathed out the words in a low voice. “Don’t even joke about this,” his icy cold blue eyes were playful, and she realized he took that as the teasing it was. “You and I both know that ain’t happening.” “And here I thought we were going to try something new tonight,” she heaved a sigh dramatically. “Something new, huh?” The next thing she knew, she was swept off her feet, and they soon made it to the master bedroom. “You drive me nuts, woman,” he growled at her as he placed her on the bed. “It’s little butterfly to you, mister,”
Flora’s words were like a shock to Rose’s system, like a slap to the face, and a new light on everything she truly thought she knew. Yes, Roman was a mafia boss, and wasn’t to be messed with. Yes, she had agreed to become his – willingly, might some add. Yes, there was no other man she could ever love this much, this intensely. And yet, his world was made of roses, and wasn't one she had been even remotely familiar with before she stepped into his base. He might care for her in ways that were unfathomable, passionate, and yet oh so controlled at the same time… But there was so much she didn’t know about him still. Rose remained in the kitchen, while Flora busied herself at the stove, and it was only when the old cook nudged her and said softly, “Go get ready, sweetheart.” that she rushed to the master bedroom to make herself more presentable. If this was meant to be their last night together, she wanted it to be memorable. When someone finally knocked on the door of the mas
Roman didn’t get to spend much time comforting his sweet little butterfly. And even though she needed him, she didn’t reach out to him either. He knew that she had been through quite the ordeal, and yet, not only did business wait for no one, but neither did wars. Natasha had been right – her father was furious, and wouldn’t let the matter slide quietly, even if the provocation had come from his precious daughter – but Roman just couldn’t have allowed someone like her, someone he considered a danger to Rose’s wellbeing, to remain alive. The Bratva might control some parts of the city, but Roman's family controlled most of it. They might have many men on their side, but Roman had skilled people under him, not just mindless, irrelevant pawns. Nevertheless, it took him a damned week, thrilling albeit gruesome fights, and some long tiring negotiations before he and the little bit*ch’s father came to an agreement. When it was finally time to go back to the base, he told Ludo who was
“You truly have some nerve, sticking to Roman’s side like glue,” the voice that reached Rose’s ears wasn’t unfamiliar. She was ti*ed down to a chair, blindfolded, utterly and completely powerless – at their mercy – but at least she now knew who had ordered her abdu*ction.Natasha sure was an obsessed mafia heiress. Possibly a bored and reckless one too. Rose smirked and then let out in a taunting manner, “Missed me?” “You think you’re funny?” “I know I am,” she nodded, her smirk widening. Even though Rose didn’t know the details, she had an idea about what awaited her. And even though she expected violence, her head still snapped to the side, because of the slap she received. Being blindfolded sucked. Nevertheless, she spat her saliva in a manner meant to provoke the mafia heiress some more. “Keep talking, and I will fuc*king gag you.” The warning would have made a lesser woman cower away, but Rose was anything but.“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.” “Not
Rose didn’t speak to the scarred man, and didn’t object when the doors were locked. She didn’t even heave a sigh or cry. Being trapped in a closed space with the man, who had threatened her away from her people, who hadn’t batted an eye in telling her he would blow up the clinic, should feel scary… And yet an eerie calm settled over her, and she wasn’t sure why. Sure, her life was a bit of a tangled mess. But her precious Mey was safe, and on her way to recovery. Her mother, and last kin, was in rehab, and she was glad that she was finally getting the help she needed. Would she be missed if she were to disappear? The frosty blue eyes of the man she loved to bits came to her mind. She knew Roman had not said the words she longed to hear, but he would undoubtedly miss her. Flora and Enzo too, maybe even a few others. When her abductor told her in a cold voice to give him her phone, she didn’t hesitate to hand it to him. She watched with mild interest as he threw it out of the win
Roman walked out of the treatment room briskly, as if the devil himself was on his tail. The way Rose had been nonchalant and almost unconcerned by the threats she received from Naomi, of which he could already guess the nature, infuriated him in a way.That being said, he didn’t know what upset him
Only 3 days remained till the 10 days were up, and Rose was no closer today to stopping the daydreams than she had been when she first started. It seemed like Roman Bianchi had the knack to make her feverish, despite his cold demeanor and usually icy retorts. She was on her way to the treatment ro
The moment Flora opened the door, she was instantly overjoyed at the sight of the boss. “I will bring you lunch, young master,” she continued to beam at him, just about ready to do his bidding. Rose could see the adoration in her eyes, and wondered if the elderly woman still saw in him the little
Roman Bianchi was touching Rose in places which had yet to be explored by anyone but her. She was like the virgin soil for which he was the conqueror. He touched her with great expertise, and made her reach heights she never knew existed. Rose panted, breathlessly crying out his name in a hushed to







