2 Fast 2 Furious Roman Pearce Novels & Stories

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

Rafael’s driver was named Marco. He wore a black suit, driving gloves that were wildly unnecessary in Los Angeles, and only spoke long enough to confirm the restaurant address. After that, he stayed quiet, which immediately made him the best human being employed by the Ricciardi family. The car started down the hill. I took off my sunglasses, then put them back on because without them the world was too bright. My phone buzzed. Tara: We’re at Gino’s. Private room in the back.

She was lucky they weren’t running down to the other coffee shop because of the bad wifi they had. “You motherfucker! Fuckkk” Roman gritted as he fired, trying his best not to yell “You realized that you murdered my mother and my brother!” he yelled, the waitress took a sharp glance at them again

Roman asked, starting to flip through all the possible movies that he could stream. “H.. H.. How about both?” I asked. “Okay, I dig it, like what did you have in mind? And do not forget to think about what you would like to watch too.” Roman said. “How about The Fast and Furious. It has action and explosions while some great jokes?” I said a little bit more comfortable responding. Yet I was still not going to let these men get to know me. “Got to hand it to our mate, their Roman, she sure as hell knows how to keep the peace between the two of us. Such an amazing addition.” He said in complete awe.

Harvey York smiled and said, “It’s okay. It’s just a little money, and family togetherness is what matters. “Moreover, I probably won’t lose out this time.” “Not losing out?!” Xynthia Zimmer looked surprised, not knowing what Harvey meant. Harvey walked to the corner and instantly dialed the phone number of Elias Patel, one of the Six Princes of Mordu. “Elias, I heard that you are going to make a movie “Fast and Furious” claiming to use luxury cars and real cars in the shoot.”

A black Camry quickly turned into the property, approaching far too fast. The windows rolled down, revealing a hooded figure in the driver’s seat. He pulled a gun and aimed. Davin’s eyes widened in realisation — “Roman—MOVE!” The first gunshot split the air, shattering a window. The second shot cracked like a whip, and Roman’s body jerked backwards, his eyes flying wide as the bullet tore into his side, just above his hip. For a split second, he looked surprised — like he didn’t understand what had happened.

This was my daily routine until I met him, the rouge Alpha and a fucking mate bond snapped into place. That’s right the Moon Goddess decided to give me a second chance mate and a fucking rogue. Don’t get me wrong he was hot, possibly the sexist man I had ever seen, extremely tall with black curly hair that hung around his face but it was his eye’s that stood out. They were gold and I mean golden. His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

As long as we’re together, I don’t care about the rest of the world or the lies that they tell. We’ve got each other, and that’s everything. +++++++++++++ ROMAN I’m sitting with the detectives, watching the footage of Dario Rice leaving my room. Furious doesn’t cut it. I’ve never been so angry. All this time, Gloria was working with him. Were they going to split the money? Or was he on her payroll? So many unanswered questions. “That’s it. That’s the proof we need,” One of the officers says. He picks up his phone and makes a call.

The metallic scent of blood filled my nose, and I closed my eyes in despair. Just then, I heard tires screeching to a stop outside the store. Seeing a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pull up at the entrance, one of the employees shouted excitedly, "Ms. Miller is here! That's her car." Fiona had finally shown up.