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"And for the record, the name is Laura." The man exchanged words in Italian per normal leaving me confused as hell, when they finished talking the green eyed monster was the first one to speak. "I'm Romeo, it's nice to finally have a female presence here, especially one with spirit." I raised my eyebrows at him, I could tell when someone was bullshitting me and Romeo wasn't particularly good at hiding his bullshit. "I don't like compliments, especially when they aren't sincere." "And how do you know they aren't sincere?" He asked and I laughed. "It's more than obvious."

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

I patted his head as I ate my pizza. "Do you like romance movies? Action movies? Or.." "Anything is fine." I said and he played 13 going on 30 which was my favorite movie. I love that movie and I always replay it all the time. I put my legs up and put my attention to the movie. "Do you love this movie?" I jumped when I heard Ares' voice. I turned to him and nodded. "I wanna ask you something.. what exactly your occupation?" He asked. "I told you already, I followed my dad around all the time." I hissed coldly and I bit into my pizza after that.

Rosa's restless footsteps echoed in front of the grand Romano's Mansion. Anxious anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by her desire to catch a glimpse of Andrea. She had grown weary of Celine's manipulative games and was now resolved to expose her deceitful nature to the Romanos. Celine had made it abundantly clear during their last conversation that she had no intention of relinquishing her hold on Robert. Rosa's heart raced as her thoughts spiraled, until the sudden ring of her phone snapped her back to reality. Without bothering to check the caller's ID, she hastily answered.

Appeared again. For a moment, it felt like waiting for lab results. Adrian : [I talked to Seb this morning,] Adrian : [About your work. He saw the portfolio I once showed him (sorry not sorry) and… he’s interested.] The next message arrived before I could process it. Adrian : [Romano Imperium has a few properties up for refurbishment. Not just one. A boutique hotel in Milan, an old townhouse in Rome, maybe a private club in London. He said they need a fresh direction, something less… old-money stiff.]

Huh? R? What's– Roman. “Bastard!”

Roman… please. And then everything went black.

“I’m good! I mean… nurse! No—I mean, I’m rarely here. But, uh, yes. Please. Maps? I can—I can help. Like, anytime. Every time. No time? Wow. What?” Kill me now. He lifted an eyebrow, amusement glinting behind those maddeningly perfect lashes. “Are you okay?” “Yes. Yes!” I finally said, forcing a nod so hard it nearly counted as whiplash. “So, I… I’m not always around, but when I am—I’d be happy to help. Really. Like… very happy. Stupidly happy, honestly.” Stop talking, Reina. Just stop. He grinned wider, and I swore the earth tilted a little. “Appreciate that,” he said. “I’m Roman, by the way. Roman Wolfe.”

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

“You’re such a bastard. Put on a damn shirt.” Roman gave a dry laugh. “You’re lucky I answered at all.” “You owe me a drink,” Roman leaned back in his chair, continued. Alessio blinked. “For what?” Roman let out a low chuckle. “Darien. I called it. He was a fucking pawn. I win the bet.” Alessio groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Dickhead.” Roman smirked. “Bleeding and still sharper than you.” “Fine,” Alessio muttered. “Evening, I’ll pour you the damn drink myself.” Roman gave a smug shrug. “Make it two.”