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Three- Roman
Casually making my way back to the balcony but opposite where I was so Elena doesn't have my exact location, I watch her. She is now by the bar downing a drink like her life depends on it. I smirk knowing how rattled I got her. Elena is soft, too soft and she likes to fit in and play tough but if I ever got my hands on her I would crush her immediately.
Watching her finish that drink and then immediately order another one is when I notice the douchebag making his way toward her. Wearing a black button down shirt that looks incredibly wrinkled suggesting something he spent his night doing. He makes his way to Elena plastering his ever-so-charming smile on and starts sweet-talking to her. I can tell it's working based on the subtle grin that is on her face and she gives a quick goodbye to her friend before she lets him lead her through the crowd.
Glancing down at my watch I realize if I don't leave now I will be running late to a meeting but something inside me won't allow me to go knowing he is with Elena in my club. And damn me but I won't be allowing that bastard time alone with her.
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He continues to weave us through the crowd narrowly avoiding a few trays to the head and when we finally reach our destination which is two feet away from the bathroom and in a secluded corner he speaks. “ Dominic Williams,” he says, extending a hand toward me. I accept and he gives me a firm shake which then leads to his hands going down the wrong path. I stop him with a pat on the hand which momentarily stops him. “Elena De Santo,” I say “nice to meet you” while plucking his disgustingly greasy finger off my waist. He would be considered classically handsome with his dark eyes and curly hair with tanned skin but he isn't him.
I only agreed to let him take me away because I hoped it would help me forget about him and his eerily blue eyes which stared into mine, and the prickling sensation I feel from him whenever we're in the same room. It didn't. No matter how hard I try I can never forget him. His hair which looks dark in the night and sandy in the light, or his blue eyes which are eerily too blue like the ocean amid twilight. He is captivating and unreal and everywhere he goes heads turn with his broad shoulders and height pushing 6’5 he is either your fantasy or worst nightmare and lucky for me he is both.
Focusing back on Donova– wait no what did he say his name was Dalton- no maybe– “So what do you say” No name says drawing me from my thoughts. Knowing damn well I have no idea what just came out of his mouth I nod and he takes my hand and leads me back outside but instead of going to the dance floor, he makes a right in we go through a door which leads to an alleyway in the back of the club. He corners me into the darkest corner, gets a good grip on my hair, and angles my head back just enough to where his lips could brush mine and I can't smell his tequila mixed with a hint of cigarette breath. I quickly register what I just signed up for and just and time snatch my head back. “Oh sorry I think we have some sort of misunderstanding here. I didn't hear you back there and–” he shuts me up by smashing his mouth to mine and before I can even pull and protest anymore. Fuck, I try pushing him off me with the palm of my hands digging into his chest but damn is this guy heavy and my height isn't giving much of an advantage. I'm not short standing at 5 '8 but this guy is at least 6' 1 and I haven't hit up the gym in a while.
Kicking him in the groin so I can make some distance between us he groans and doubles over in pain, from there i see a small window for me to run but just when i am about to take off his hands grips my hair “What is your problem” he cries out. When he leans in again I brace myself before a gurgling sound echoes in the air and that is when the feeling registers… Roman is here.
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Sacrifices Four- Roman
Loosening the hold I have on the guy's neck I let his body drop to the ground and I stare down at Elena. She looks almost as upset and hurt as the last time I saw her and damn for some reason that stings. I offer her my hand which she slaps to the side and stumbles trying to get up, when she finally finds her footing she looks up at me teary-eyed, “you just have amazing fucking time Russo” she scoffs. “A thank you would suffice, "I tell her while eyeing the bruise blossoming on the nape of her neck and then the guy, I should've taken my time.Following where my eyes went “Overkill much?” she asks “Pun fucking intended” she mumbles. “I suggest you say goodbye to your friend, your brother is on the way to pick you up,” I say, turning around. “You did not call him you fucking idiot,” she says running up behind me. I turn around arching a brow and ask, “Would you rather I did nothing, your brother would never forgive me if I let his baby sister wander off with a guy she barely knows”. I
Sacrifices Five- Elena
I slide into the passenger seat with full intentions to be silent and pretend this never happened the whole time. But of course, with Cas, this isn't possible. As soon as I get in the car he turns to me with a furious expression written all over his face. “What. The. Fuck. Elena” he growls sounding all the more angry than he looks. “Out of all the clubs in the city you choose Roman Fucking Russo, just begging for attention now are you?”. I return the same tone because who does he think he's talking to like that, “first of all I didn't know it was his club and secondly I don't have to beg for anything, not attention and sure as hell not from him.” I say sounding just as offended as I feel. “You think i wanted to run into him, see him or even talk to him,” i say sounding as defeated as I feel, “that man shattered me whole and left the pieces for me to clean up,” I say now shaking with anger and hurt “if you think I want anything to do with that son of bitch you are crazy he can go die i
Sacrifices Six- Elena
I walk down the stairwell gripping the banister, I can hear the commotion coming from my brother's office but I know better than to eavesdrop. Nothing good comes from that in this life. I continue my descent down to the kitchen, Gretchen is here with a sweet grin plastered on her face and she sways to the song streaming from the radio. If graceful was a word it would be her, she in her sage green apron with black pants and slippers on. When she sees me entering she says, “Good Morning Sweetheart” dusting her hands on her apron and reaching for my hand. I grab hers as she leads me to the breakfast nook, “What will it be today, oatmeal or pancakes”. She says releasing me to go towards the stove, “With the week I had both, please”. She makes her way back towards me placing a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal and blueberry pancakes on a plate, “I thought you'd say that” she says with a smirk while setting them down before me and grabbing a cup of apple juice and setting that down as well. O
Sacrifices Seven-Roman
My father blows out a puff of smoke as he continues to chuckle with Nicolis Ricci, one of his–our men. “He played that boy like a violin,” my father says, coughing out a hard laugh, and hitting his chest. Nicolis laughs too, hard and says, “You would think he'd seen it coming, Malcolm never liked that family” he chuckles leaning back in the chair–my chair.They're sitting across from me in my home office, my father came over under the pretense of wanting to talk but just instead shoved a bunch of folders of suitable women for me. He says, “I'm getting older and my good looks are running out” and that I need to find a wife, and random hookups aren't going to cut it anymore as if he stopped having random hookups when he married my mother. I ignored him as usual because none, including my father, tells me when to get stuff done. When he finally gave up he invited Nicolis and has been sitting here laughing at Caspers's situation. Being in the mafia word gets around quickly, being Casper'
Sacrifices One- Elena
“27” Sydney groans from behind me where she’s resting her arms on her legs and her head dropped between them. “27 times you opened that damn website since I was here," she says, slamming the computer I had opened with dozens of Roman Russo articles. I cringe rolling onto my back where I'm perched atop the bed. “What can I say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. She rolls her eyes at me before getting up and throwing my closet open, “I could work with this” she mumbles. I narrow my eyes at her “And what do you think you're doing ?”I ask genuinely confused.“Finding you an outfit,” she says, sparing a glance over her shoulder. “Why?” I ask, sounding as appalled as I feel. “because. '' She responds as if that answers my question while continuing to rummage through my closet occasionally throwing a sweater or two over her shoulder. “And why is that exactly” I ask. “Look,” she says, finally turning around clutching a red dress. “You've been locking yourself up in t
Sacrifices Two-Elena
“So loud,” I say to none in particular because they couldn't hear anyway and continue to be guided further into the club by a Sydney who seems way too comfortable with these surroundings. When she finally finds a spot she is satisfied with she pulls me into her and wraps an arm around my waist swaying us to the music. I keep a steady pace with her studying her pretty long wavy brown hair she has pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and the silver dress she is wearing with a sequence with a red lip to tie it all together my friend is beautiful and achingly so. We continue bobbing and swaying to the music when I feel a prickling sensation run down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I discreetly take a look over Sydney's shoulder and when my eyes clash with his very eerily bright blue ones, my steps falter and I almost collapse to the ground.Roman Russo is here.RomanElena De Santo in my fucking club I thought I told her brother to keep her the hell away from me after the shit sh
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