“The next time you touch me so casually, we’ll have a problem.” Her breath hitched in her throat at the words which were spoken seemingly in his most blasé tone. Admittedly his chilly gaze on her was pure menace, pure danger… and she felt like she was getting weak in the knees. ... When Rose meets a mafia boss on one of her night shifts, she thinks he is a peculiar and unpleasant patient whom she would do well to avoid... Little does she know that that encounter is but the beginning to a tumultuous and obsessive love story.
View MoreRoman walked out of the treatment room briskly, as if the devil himself was on his tail. The way Rose had been nonchalant and almost unconcerned by the threats she received from Naomi, of which he could already guess the nature, infuriated him in a way.That being said, he didn’t know what upset him more, the fact that Rose felt threatened in his own place, or the fact that she didn’t feel the need to tell him. On his way to his office, he began to think of the ways he could use to get Naomi to understand that she was no one of importance to him, merely an escort he had taken a fancy to. Before long, he called Stefan, “Bring Naomi to me.” “Yes, boss,” his right-hand man agreed without delay, even though he could almost hear him wondering what could possibly be wrong.Roman didn’t entertain him or feel the need to explain himself, merely adding, “I am in my office.” And then, he hung up.He could have called Naomi himself, but he actually wanted to put back in place the boundaries s
Only 3 days remained till the 10 days were up, and Rose was no closer today to stopping the daydreams than she had been when she first started. It seemed like Roman Bianchi had the knack to make her feverish, despite his cold demeanor and usually icy retorts. She was on her way to the treatment room, where she needed to check up on him at 8 pm, when she met a woman she wasn’t familiar with. She was absolutely stunning, with beautiful amber eyes, and long black hair that had strands of light pink in it. Also, she was much taller than Rose and slightly curvier too. The way she took her in made goosebumps crawl all over Rose’s skin, as she could feel the looming danger. “You must be the nurse,” she drawled in a mocking tone of voice. “I am,” Rose nodded at her, a small tentative smile stretching her lips. Without any hesitation whatsoever, the woman stepped into Rose’s personal space, her eyes narrowed, “Stay away from Roman. He’s my man, and you don't wish to go against me.” Rose
The moment Flora opened the door, she was instantly overjoyed at the sight of the boss. “I will bring you lunch, young master,” she continued to beam at him, just about ready to do his bidding. Rose could see the adoration in her eyes, and wondered if the elderly woman still saw in him the little boy who had lost his mother. “Nah,” he declined at once. “I thought I would join my two favorite women for lunch today,” he let out in a teasing manner. Flora was elated, and it showed in her big radiant smile, and the way she kept nodding at him. “Sure. Sure.” Rose, on the other hand, was beyond conflicted. She hoped the mafia boss didn’t mean anything with his words. She couldn’t possibly fall for her patient. It was wrong, not to mention unethical. There would be no turning back if she were to allow herself to become his. She would be entering his world, possibly for good… She knew it deep down, and was scared of such a future. Admittedly, it could also get her fired. The thought ma
Roman Bianchi was touching Rose in places which had yet to be explored by anyone but her. She was like the virgin soil for which he was the conqueror. He touched her with great expertise, and made her reach heights she never knew existed. Rose panted, breathlessly crying out his name in a hushed tone. His icy blue eyes, dark with desire, which were locked onto her face, almost looked tender, despite the wanton desire she could see in their depths. There was something absolutely sinful about doing it in an office, the taste of the forbidden fruit never so delicious… Rose knew he was going to break her, to ruin her, and no other man would ever come close, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment. “Roman,” she choked on his name, as her hand played with her clit… Indeed, out of loneliness and overwhelming desire, Rose was masturbating that afternoon to thoughts of the mafia boss touching her. Rose really shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong… But the pleasure was far too
The sweet moments Rose spent with the mafia’s cook, aka Flora, were her solace in the otherwise austere place known as the mafia’s base. And the fact that the woman went out of her way to tell her she had made cookies was endearing to say the least.Rose didn’t think twice before following Flora out of her room. The woman’s back was almost round, no doubt from all her years of labor, and also because of the worries and the hardships she must have faced. And though a little bit awkward, Flora was still hands down the easiest person to talk to around these parts.As she sat for another cup of coffee, to wash down the undoubtedly sweet cookies, Rose felt the need to ask, “I couldn’t help but notice your con
Roman headed straight to his office and busied himself around, even as his thoughts kept going back to the innocent nurse, who was stubborn in every aspect that mattered. Before long, Stefan was knocking on his door, and the rat himself was with him. “You called for me, boss?” The man asked in his usual tone of voice, and that told Roman that he didn’t suspect a thing – the man had gotten cocky. “Which leg do you prefer?” Roman asked without so much as a preamble, as two more men entered the office, and closed the door behind them. There would be no running away for Matteo. “What do you mean, boss?” The rat’s eyes bulged almost comically, and Roman wasn’t surprised, because Matteo knew him enough to know that was the question he first asked to traitors, before he began torturing them, until they met their inevitable demise. “Do you take me for a fool, Matteo?” He demanded to know without delay. Matteo paled and gulped down his dread before saying nervously, shaking his head, “I
Rose didn’t have to wait long in the treatment room before Roman Bianchi joined her. The man had a solemn expression on his face, and she briefly wondered what was wrong with him, or if he was in pain… The man rarely ever spoke, and yet, it seemed like he was particularly talkative that day. Indeed, as she attended to him, and was about to take his blood pressure, he let out in a crisp tone of voice that was pure danger, pure command, “Don’t be fooled by my men. Some may look charming but I would advise you not to go there.” Rose, trying not to go against him, only hummed in acknowledgment of his words, unable to find anything that would not be insulting to the mafia boss. She was tempted to tell him she was old enough to make her own decisions. She also had half a mind to explain to him that she had merely been looking at Enzo’s teeth. But then again, she couldn’t see that going well, and thus she kept mum. It seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with her answer, because his voice g
Sleep seemed to evade Rose that night. Admittedly, she had rested during the day, so she wasn’t exactly surprised. But then again, her repeated encounters with the mafia boss sure made her nervous – and made her insides churn deliciously at the same time. She could remember how silent he had been at their 8 pm appointment, while she took his temperature, his pulse, and his blood pressure. He hadn’t asked any question, and hadn’t said a word, merely allowing her to do as she needed to in silence. Also, he had thankfully closed his eyes. Those beautifully icy blue eyes made her question every life choice she ever made… But she couldn’t say she regretted any, since her missteps and fuckups had led her here – into the mafia’s lair. Besides, the pay he offered her was beyond what she could have ever hoped for. For her cooperation during these 10 days, and her nursing skills naturally, she was going to get $ 40k. That could cover nearly 2 years of her debt installments.As fate would have
Roman Bianchi was absolutely charmed by Rose’s smile as she spoke to Flora. The woman was fascinating in more ways than one, and he couldn’t help but want to put more smiles on her face – even if a part of him wanted to ruin her irrevocably. Roman had a type, and Rose didn’t fit the damned type… He shouldn’t entertain any thoughts of her really, for they weren’t meant to be together. He didn’t think himself above her, but their worlds were far too different, meant only to clash, never to mix. Soon, Rose began lecturing him in her most serious tone of voice, and he listened, because that was all there was to do while she attended to him. “Are you even listening to me?” She let out in an annoyed tone of voice after a moment. He reasoned that his silence might have done him dirty. “I am,” he assured her in his most blasé tone of voice. “I want you to do more than just listen though,” she went on, in much the same tone, her eyes spitting fire at him, a fire that was absolutely endea
Love was far on Rose’s mind as she settled in a chair… But then again, the devil was in the details, and she didn’t know then that love was slowly but surely creeping up on her. “Help! Somebody help!” Someone cried out, making her snap out of her reveries and spring into action at once, calmly but also efficiently. Three men were helping steady a fourth one whose white shirt wasn’t as impeccable as it should be. Admittedly, all four men looked roughened up, but moreso him. The man was holding a hand to his abdomen, seemingly to put pressure on a wound… not that it was doing much good. Indeed, if the blood was any indication, Rose could guess it was either due to a gunshot wound or multiple stab wounds. She didn’t mind the sight of blood nor the rough looks… She just knew she needed to help this man. She was quick to point out to a bed where the three men helped him into… The man didn’t even grunt, never mind saying a word of protest, even though he was conscious, and she briefly w...
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