All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ROMAN I wait until I hear the front door of the building open and close, then I head back into the room.My shirt is still unbuttoned all the way to my waist, but I don’t intend for this to get messy, so I leave it.The man is one of the stalking photographers, but he was a special kind; he worked with Dario personally and Ana was not his first target.He is still right where we left him on the chair.My trackers has been following him for a while.Tracking his movements, hoping he’ll lead us to someone in charge, because we know he’s involved.He’s always been just a middleman, but he’s involved.But some of our guys were watching him tonight, when our guy decided it would be a good idea to try and snatch a woman walking home from the bar.But lucky for her, unlucky for him, our men got him in their van before he could get her in his. Which all just means that his usefulness to us is over. Because loose cannons can’t be trusted. And men that kidnap women can’t be left alive.I p

ROMAN Even in the dark as I drive towards the building firetrucks and sirens everywhere. I can see that smoke is still rising from the roof of the small building. With a sigh, I slow to a stop and park along the curb at the end of the block. It’s not like I thought the caller was lying, but part of me was hoping that maybe it was just a little fire from the kitchen. Some outlet catching fire or something. A pair of firetrucks are still parked outside the building, along with other emergency vehicles. But all the lights are on, and the fire is nearly out, so clearly the main event is over. I take the time to finally button up my shirt as I exit my car And do a quick glance at my hands for blood. The victim's pants kept the initial blood spray pretty under wraps, and I don’t see anything on me, so I’m calling it good day and going out to see the damage that has been done on my building. I head toward two firefighters who are leaning against the back of one of the trucks cha

Chapter 165ROMAN Ana’s scream chills me to my bones.In front of me, only a few yards away, I watch my wife crash onto the hard wooden stairs.Her head bounces off a step, and my heart stops when I see her body go limp.It all happens in a second. Less than a second.I don’t stop moving.I run, as fast as I can, trying to get to her.Before she rolls the rest of the way down the stairs, even knowing that I won’t make it, I still try.I can’t even give her that much.Because I don’t have time.Because I’m too fucking late.Ana’s slumped form slides off the last step. One arm trapped between her chest in an unnatural angle on the floor, her head turned to the side, eyes shut.I can’t even call for her as I run.Can’t even yell her name.Because my throat is wrapped in tears.A manic cry drags my eyes up, and I see Dario Rice racing down the stairs toward Ana.Trying to get to her before I can. Trying to kill her, if she isn’t already.The thought that my Zolotse could be gone rips

ANA Roman. I try to say his name, but I don’t think I do. I don’t think I can. My Roman. I want him so much. I want him to hold me. There’s so much noise. I struggle to find myself. I feel lost inside my own body. Why is there so much pain? Someone touches my arm, and I finally find my voice. To scream. “You’re hurting her!” Roman’s furious voice fills my head. And it’s too loud, but it’s what I need. Roman. I still can’t say it, but I let myself think it over and over.+++++++++++++++++ My eyes feel itchy as I open them slowly. The room I’m in is surprisingly dark with just a small amount of light coming in through the window curtains. so I work to open my eyes further. My brain feels like it's stuffed with cottons. my head aches, but I can remember bits and pieces of the incident. I remember getting the X-ray and the tight brace being fitted to my broken wrist. I remember being examined. I remember Roman shouting when a male nurse tried to undress me. I

ROMAN “That’s not enough of a problem?” “You were there.” He reminds me. “I was there when your wife got kidnapped and held at gunpoint because of you. I know what it feels like to fail the person you love.” He pauses and drags in a deep breath. “But what I don’t understand is why you’re getting drunk and sleeping alone. If that happened to my woman , you couldn’t drag me from her side.” “You still can’t,” I grumble. “Roman.” Sasha says my name like he knows I’m hiding something. I drop my head, the shame of it all weighing me down. “She flinched away from me.” And Goddamn, does that hurt to say out loud. “When?” “When she first woke up, after I nearly killed Dario.” I take a breath, reliving the moment for the hundredth time. “She was rolling over at the base of the stairs, and I reached for her. Because I didn’t think she should move. And she flinched.” “What does that mean?” “She’s scared of me!” I shout the admission out loud feeling so much shame and