~Roman~Still seated on the carpet, Viviana had my laptop on the coffee table while I was behind her, chin resting on her shoulder. I took charge of refilling our wine glass as she read through each file we gathered silently.She was in deep thoughts. It’s hard to tell what’s running through her mind.I kept my arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling my cheeks into her neck, kissing her shoulder from time to time, but she hadn’t uttered a word for the last thirty minutes.Christopher Martin was an excellent agent. He specializes in close quarter combat, applied explosives techniques, rapid assault, counter surveillance, covert communication, precise application of lethal force, unarmed combat, threat elimination; the list of everything he excels in cann

~Roman~Betrayal. It’s worse than watching your loved one’s casket rolled down six feet under; crueler than taking a bullet for someone you care about; brutal than accepting torture for not singing your enemy’s song. It left a vile taste in my mouth, my insides pleating as I stared into Viviana’s trusting gaze.Her hold on my hand anchored me on earth, preventing me from drifting to hell. I am one fucking second from unleashing my anger into this cruel world.Why can’t my life be fucking simple? She’s everything I desire, the one thing in this world that I wanted to have… and now, I’m presented with this choice. The woman I love or the one I promised to protect with my life… who betrayed me.What a fucking cruel gam

~Viviana~Throughout the entire week, I’ve looked forward to this day because I’ll see Roman again for another weekend getaway. I’ve been on edge since we parted on Sunday night. We exchanged messages and talked each night before we went to bed, but I could feel it in my bones; something was up with him.It’s Friday, and he was meant to pick me up from school after class. However, the moment I got a message from him saying he won’t be able to make it tonight, that unwanted gut feeling bloomed to a full-blown worry.I’ve been anxious all day. He hasn’t responded to any of my messages like he used to. This is so unlike him.After class, Alana and Kobe invited me to come to a party outside the campus. I didn’t really grasp the

~Viviana~Our gaze locked. Recognition immediately prevailed in those gray eyes. Those subtly full lips that once gave a reassuring smile for saving my life pressed on a hard line. His almost perfect cruise of pointy nose crooked in the middle from a punch or two crinkled a bit as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyelids. As I stared at his right arm and backed up to his face like an idiot, I realized I was the only one astonished by this discovery.Guilt, remorse, these emotions were written in his face as he heaved, sweat dripping from his forehead to his thick brows, falling directly down to the matting under his bare feet. Swiftly, he wiped his forehead with the back of his bandage-wrapped hands.It’s clear. He knew who I was, not as the woman he saved, but as the girl he tried to kill.

~Roman~Words will never be enough to pronounce the emotions flouncing inside me.“I love you, Viviana…” I repeated, pressing our forehead together as I wiped her tears, well aware of how drenched my cheeks had been.She didn’t deserve this pain of knowing what my true relationship with Rio was. I foresaw this happening, but I never thought she’d choose to forgive Rio for me. I never thought she’d look past his sins because she loves me. She’s too good for me, too fucking good.“Fuck. I love you, amor.” I gave everything I have into the kiss she allowed me to have.“I love you,” she said, holding on to me as if her life depended on it, flinging her arms around