Lahat ng Kabanata ng Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

RomanI’m in Kingston’s territory.Tomorrow, I’m about to make the biggest decision of my life, one that will change the course of everything.But before that happens, there’s something I need to do.An old score that needs settling.Kingston’s territory hasn’t changed.Same warehouse on the waterfront, same two guards at the door who step aside the moment they see my face because they’ve been told to, same smell of salt and something industrial underneath it. Kingston likes to meet on his own ground. He always has.He’s standing at the far end of the space when I walk in, a glass of something amber in his hand, looking out through the high windows at the water below. He doesn’t turn around immediately.“I heard you’re hosting some fancy party tonight before the wedding,” he says. “Funny place for the groom to be.”My grip tightens around the folder.“I have something more important to deal with first.”That gets his attention.He turns then, his gaze sweeping over the fol

Raven“Did you know,” Vivienne continues, her voice carrying across the suddenly silent courtyard, “that your precious little stepdaughter has a whole diary dedicated to you?”Roman’s expression doesn’t change. “Stop it.”“Stop what? I’m just sharing something I found.”“You’re making a scene. Stop it now.”“I’m making a scene?” She laughs, short and disbelieving. “Why do you always blame me for everything? Fine. You don’t believe me?” She turns slightly, and someone behind her places a worn notebook in her outstretched hand. She lifts it up.I recognize it from across the room before my brain fully processes what I’m seeing.My diary.My stomach drops.The one I’ve kept for years. The one that’s supposed to be locked away inside my safe box in the estate.“What is going on?” Anaya’s voice is low and tight beside me. “This isn’t what we planned. Where is David? Can someone play the video? Play the damn video now.”I’m already moving toward the stage.“Give me that.” My voi

Raven“Eat something,” Anaya says, holding out the plate she’s been trying to get in front of me for the last twenty minutes.“I’m not hungry.”“Raven.”“Anaya. I’m not hungry.”She sets the plate on the nightstand without arguing and sits beside me on the bed instead. Her arm comes around my shoulders and she pulls me into her side, and I let her because I don’t have the energy to pretend I’m fine right now.My phone lights up on the duvet.Roman.I turn it face down without looking at it properly.“Hey.” Anaya’s voice is soft. “Cry it out. I know how you feel. Don’t hold it in.”And just like that, everything I’ve been pressing down since I walked out of that garden breaks open.I sob into her shoulder the ugly way, the way that makes no sound for the first few seconds before it all comes out at once. She holds me tighter and says nothing, just keeps her arm around me, her hand moving slowly against my back.“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Let it out. You’ll be alright.”I don’t know how

Raven Roman steps between my thighs, one hand already sliding up under the fabric, fingers brushing my soaked pussy. I’m dripping, the night air making it worse, and the low sound that leaves his throat when he feels it sends heat rushing through me.“You are my girl,” he says, voice rough as he starts stroking my clit in tight circles. “What does that make you?”“A human,” I gasp, even as my thighs tremble around his wrist. “With feelings. Forgive me for lashing out because my man isn’t loyal.”He stops.Withdraws his hand and I almost cry at the loss.“I am loyal to you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, gripping my chin hard enough to force my eyes to his. His fingers dig into my skin. “Do you know what you did to me when I sent you to London?”I hold his gaze. Don’t look away.“You fucked the first woman who threw herself at you,” I say. “Because that’s who you are.”Because Roman Bellerie always had women around him.I grew up watching it. Mom and he fought about

Roman(Past)18 years ago.The club was loud and dim and exactly the kind of place I wouldn’t normally choose for a meeting.But Randy had picked it, and Randy was one of the three men who had survived the night Mario Cole’s empire burned, and when survivors of that night asked for anything I had learned to say yes without argument. They had earned that much.We sat in a corner booth, far enough from the stage that conversation was possible, close enough that the music covered it.“The Kingstons are moving east,” Randy said, turning his glass slowly on the table. “They’re not being subtle about it either. Three ports in the last six months.”“I know about the ports.”“Then you know they’re filling the gap Mario left.”“Everyone is filling the gap Mario left.” I kept my eyes on the table. “That’s what gaps do. They get filled.”“The difference is, the Kingstons don’t leave witnesses.” Randy’s voice dropped. “They’re not building an empire, Roman. They’re burning everything they touch…