ROME WAS ON THE VERGE OF LOSING HIS TEMPER. The library he was in was spacious, but then he couldn't breathe. It was hard to do so when the person he loathed the most was on the other line— tempting him just as the devil would.[Think about it, Romano. You will never get an offer like this again.] Don Alejandro chuckled, and Rome grimaced at how disgusting it sounded from the speaker. [All you have to do is sign the document, and everything will be yours.]'Margaux…' He closed his eyes when a part of him called her name. Then, just like that, everything the don said, even the mild rustling of the trees outside the room, started fading away.[I can protect you, il mio figlio. You will have my endless support. All the money, power, and every little thing that you will need to dominate the cartel.]'No...'[La mio famiglia ti sta aspettando.] The old man grounded every word between his gnashing teeth, stressing the importance of what he said.However, Rome didn't reply and just looked aw
HE TORTURED HER, but not as much as he tortured himself.Rome knew he needed a mental break. Probably a couple of minutes to let himself breathe and reassess all the information clogging his mind.He wanted to scream, break someone's face, or maybe punch anything to release all the tension pent up on his knuckles. However, it was odd that he couldn't even move an inch from where he stood. His whole world had stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of Margaux's foot stomping against the wooden floor.Tap...Tap...Tap... 'Diablo!'He gritted his teeth as he took in every word the Morse code was saying. Beyond livid, he covered his mouth with his palm to muffle his scream. 'I'm going to skin you alive, Alejandro! I swear I'm going to do it, and I'll make sure to bury you while you are still breathing.'"Rome?" Then there was that fragile voice that cut through his murderous thoughts and dragged him out of his trance. Forced to lift his gaze, he saw Margaux looking back at him with her sh
"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE." Margaux sounded low and irritated when she spoke. With her lips tight and eyebrows furrowed, she watched Alberta walk across her room and place a food tray on her bedside table. "Didn't I order you to call Rome—""He rejected."Then there was that deafening silence again when Margaux ran out of words to say, scraping her ears like what happened in the treehouse was only yesterday.It had been a week since The bruises on her feet were beginning to heal. Some doctor visits, some painkillers, and a little bed rest later, she was back to being as healthy as a bull. Her heart didn't cope as well with that healing, though. And maybe it won't until she sees him again."You need to eat, Margaux." Alberta shot her a glimpse, pausing a little from arranging her meal. "Your doctor would be here in a couple of minutes, and—what are you doing? Stop! Stay in your bed— ""Get off me!" Margaux didn't mean to push Alberta that hard when the old woman tried to stop her
'DID THAT SATISFY YOU, ROME? Is that really what you wanted?' Rome knew the answers to those questions, but he chose to keep his mouth shut. Would it even matter if he said no? Would it even change a single thing if he had pulled her closer when she started to cry? Would it? He closed his eyes, realizing where his stream of thoughts was heading. Then, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he heavily sighed before stepping away from the spot where he last saw Margaux.'Cazzo, Alberta! This is all your fault! He mentally cursed before stopping exactly where Margaux found the adoption paper.Without wasting a second, he picked up the document from the floor. He then put his cigarette in his mouth, grabbed his lighter from the desk, and finally lit the adoption paper that made his cara cry. He was holding one corner of it between his fingers as he waited for the flame to burn the Don's name.'Make the only woman I live for my sister?' He bitterly smirked before using the very same paper
'HE WAS HERE…' Margaux lost track of how long she'd been staring at that empty side of the bed. Waking up alone was already something she was used to since everything got dirty between her and Rome. However, the familiar scent of his shampoo and cologne lingering in the air wasn't something she was expecting this morning.'Impossible.' She tried to convince herself as she slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Shaking her head, she stretched her legs carefully, getting ready to stand. 'This is not funny anymore. Stop imagining things, Margaux! Stop--'"Ouch!" Her thoughts crumbled when one of her feet landed on something that wasn't supposed to be on the ground. It was sharp, black, and made of thick glass. Curious, she bent down and picked it up."How'd the hell did this get…" Her voice dissolved into silence when realization ebbed at her like a tidal wave.One second she was examining a piece of glass between her fingers, and the next, she was rushing to the huge window in her room.S
"Why are you still up, Cara mia?"Rome didn't move a muscle as he towered over Margaux. He was tired. Her baffled expression wasn't exactly what he wanted to see at that holy hour. When he decided to come to her, what he pictured in his mind was a woman neck-deep in slumber with her arms cuddling his pillow.It was not this scene—certainly not."I- I…" He watched Margaux struggle with broken letters, terribly failing to make sense as she moved her arms to point up. She opened and closed her mouth, but in the end, she swallowed hard."I came through the door.""N-no. " She shook her head hysterically, her eyes wide open. "Y-You didn't. I… I saw you come down from—""I said, I came through the door." He shut her up, dragging his words to emphasize what he wanted her to believe. He then stepped down from her bed, casually walking through the darkness as he headed for the bathroom. "You left the door open.""I didn't—""You did," he hissed, just as he passed the couch where she was sittin
SWOLLEN. Margaux bit her lips as soon as her butt touched the chair. Then, dragging a discreet breath, she crossed her legs under the table to comfort the sting between her thighs. She then grabbed her coffee mug and took a sip.'God, I'm so sore. Were we that wild last night?' she asked herself while swallowing her drink. Then, desperate to move her attention away from the heat in her thongs, she scanned the dining room, finally settling her gaze on the empty chair across from hers. "Didn't you call Rome for breakfast?""M-madam?" The maid, who was busy at the counter, turned to her, seemingly unsure of what she said."I'm asking about Rome. Where's your señor Rome?" She pointed to the chair again."Umh... m-madam...""You didn't call him." Irritation quickly flooded Margaux upon realizing that the new maid had forgotten Rome. For Pete's sake! Of all the possible things the new maid could do, why did it have to be a crime as heinous as this? Rome was her man. Thus, they were supposed
"LOCATION OF THE ROMANS REMOVED."Rome's loud sigh quickly followed Lucille's robotic announcement. The room they were in was dark, with nothing but a floor-to-ceiling monitor illuminating the place. It was one of the box rooms found in the Romans' basement. It was his girl Friday's office."Where is she now?""Finding coordinates, Maestro." A new window popped up on the screen when Lucille's hand expertly hovered over her keyboard. With just the tapping sound of her fingers hitting the buttons, a red dot appeared on the map, showing Margaux's current location as signaled by his ring: "14.5831 N, 120.9794 E.""Tat, get the Ducati," Rome ordered. Then, not even wasting time to glance at Tat, he pulled out his phone and began pressing on his screen. His fingers were fast when he synchronized his handset with his assistant's programs. "Lucille, alter the video inside the Montenegro's villa. Show them that I'm going out.""Affirmative." Then, just like that, another window popped up on th