All Chapters of Trapped: Bloody Rose: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment Rose got into the car, Stefan scoffed and observed at once, “You’re a terrible liar… I hope you know that?” She would have bristled if it had been an exaggeration, instead she merely told him in a sheepish tone, as she blushed a litle, “Well, I never quite had to lie in my line of work.” “I find that hard to believe,” he raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes, patients can be a handful… You’re telling me you’re always honest with them?” “Yes, absolutely,” she told him confidently, even though she recalled a couple of times whre she had to tweak the truth – she would choose her words carefully without having to lie outrageously – with a child and patient with dementia. A few blocks down the road, Stefan then reminded her in a no-nonsense tone of voice, “Don’t forget the blindfold.”“How could I?” She heaved a sigh, before putting on the silky red scarf around her eyes, and tying it on the back of her head. Rose then kept silent, wondering how she was going to posibly last

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 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

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

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