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ROMAN’S POV:The man looked at his feet meekly before proceeding to shake his head.“No sir, I'm not. I'm sorry…it… it was a mistake.”Straightening the jacket of my suit, I looked straight ahead, swearing underneath my breath.Once we got to the central office and the door closed behind us, I shook my head at Paul.“Something needs to be done about the front entrance. It's good for business, yes, it helps cover our tracks. But you know how much I hate bumping into people.”Paul scratched the back of his head before speaking.“We already talked about this, boss. The back entrance is the only logical solution. We can't do anything about the number of people who come here every day. They're helping us even without knowing it, which is the perfect way to cover our tracks.”I nodded, deciding that he was right after all.“Well, back door it is then.”Paul nodded, then walked to a part of the wall, which was familiar to everyone in the room alone. Touching a book on the shelf, the wall, w

ROMAN'S POV:The northern part of Lakewood, Cleveland, was what I always liked to call Adams family territory.It was a small suburb, but almost everyone worked for the Adams family. One way or the other, each family that lived in the northern part of Lakewood was affiliated with the Adams family, even if they knew it or not.About four shops and two mini bakeries in Lakewood were all funded by the Adams family.Take it or leave it, as long as you live in the northern part of Lakewood,you were automatically a member of the Adams family.Seated in the backseat of my Porsche, I observed the environs with a keen eye, my hands in my pockets.“The Morrisons need to move their garden to their backyard. I don't like the sight of those flowers. Makes the environment look weak.”Paul, who sat beside me in a black denim jacket and jeans, nodded, looking out of the window.“Yes boss. I'll make sure they do that.”“Good. Today, I want to see the group of teenagers in charge of moving our coke. Wh

“That leaves her. If I remember clearly, a room was assigned to her. Did you sleep there last night?”I shook my head in reply.“Where did you sleep?” Paul questioned, arms folded.“I slept in Mia's room. She promised to help me clean up my room today.”Roman turned to Mia, his brows furrowed.“If you are a part of this, Mia, you're going to regret knowing me. Paul, search Mia's room.”Nodding, Paul and the three men went to work. I glanced at Mia, who ignored me totally, looking straight ahead.My lip trembling, I knew what could happen if the bracelet was found in Mia's room. Throughout the search, I held my breath, hoping that I didn't have to take Mia down with me if indeed I was going to be called a thief.All she had done was be kind and selfless to me.About ten minutes later, the three men protruded from the room, shaking their heads.“Mia's room is clear, boss. That leaves her room.” Paul began, pointing an index finger at me.We walked the few feet to my room at the end of

As evening descended on the city of Cleveland and the Adams estate as a whole, I gradually felt relieved.Trying to get rid of the feeling of dread that clogged my system, I decided to clean my room.Trying to ignore the whispers of the other women whenever they went past my room, I threw myself into my work, focusing on the aftermath of what the worst room in the servants quarters would look like after I finished cleaning it.I was scrubbing the floor in an attempt to get rid of the dirt when I felt a presence in the room.I turned, and smiled warmly at Mia, who watched me from the door. In her hands a tray, and I couldn't believe I was hungry all over again.“How long have you been standing there?”She smiled, inching forward as the sweet aroma of the dinner that had been prepared in the kitchen wafted into my nostrils.“Long enough to know that you really want to move in here as soon as possible.”Abandoning my cleaning temporarily, I eased the plastic gloves off my hand. Wasn't t

NYSSA'S POV: “Go down to the laundry room and ensure that the servant in charge has my clothes ready. I'm using the black suit I use on Mondays.” I watched Roman grab the coffee from the tray that was in my hands while he spoke, and even though he hadn't even touched me, I could feel the extent of his masculinity, the swiftness of every move, the confidence and ego that seemed to bounce off him. There was a reason he was one of the most feared men in Cleveland. “Yes sir…” “Nyssa, you will address me as your boss. Do you understand?” I nodded meekly as I left the room. The realization that a few weeks ago I was a free woman and now, I didn't only work for one of the most notorious men in the city, I was his personal servant seemed to hit me with a painful clarity. My life, however boring it was or used to be, had changed. “Hello, good morning. Please, I'd like to get the black suit which the boss uses on Mondays.” The older woman who was in charge of the laundry eyed me