~Roman~
Exhausted, Viviana had fallen asleep after our lovemaking. I don’t want to sleep. Not that I wasn’t tired, I was damn exhausted. For the past weeks, all the tasks from the Outlaws to Viviana’s father’s hidden identity and the responsibilities at La Vista trammel upon my shoulder. I fear this reality will turn out to be a mere dream if I close my eyes.
She loves me. The words slipped from her kissable lips, a melody soothing my worried mind. Sweet honey glazed every damn syllable, but still, I couldn’t pull myself to believe this was real.
“Stop gawking,” she murmured, eyes closed, snuggling closer to me.
“I can’t help it,” I muttered against her hair, holding her tight as if she’d slip away if I we
~Roman~Dark golden-green eyes held my gaze; her chest rose and fell in shallow huffs while her grip on the headboard tightened. The clamping of her teeth on her bottom lip intensified at the first contact of my lips against her sweet, dripping oasis.“Fuck…” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut as her hips bucked in anticipation. I held her steady, aiming to build up the tension for her pleasure, even if my body was shuddering with lust.With my arms looped around her thighs, I have an eyeful of her moist sex. Her throbbing and swollen clit was damn mouth-watering; I couldn’t hold myself from licking her. My tongue flitted out, tasting her sweet pussy. Viviana tried to hold my gaze, but the moment I licked her entrance up to her clit, swirled my tongue around her hard pearl, she lost it, thro
~Roman~Still seated on the carpet, Viviana had my laptop on the coffee table while I was behind her, chin resting on her shoulder. I took charge of refilling our wine glass as she read through each file we gathered silently.She was in deep thoughts. It’s hard to tell what’s running through her mind.I kept my arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling my cheeks into her neck, kissing her shoulder from time to time, but she hadn’t uttered a word for the last thirty minutes.Christopher Martin was an excellent agent. He specializes in close quarter combat, applied explosives techniques, rapid assault, counter surveillance, covert communication, precise application of lethal force, unarmed combat, threat elimination; the list of everything he excels in cann
~Roman~“What? I don’t understand.”“Me either. They took me to an isolated facility in Virginia. That’s where they charged me with fucking lots of crimes I didn’t even commit. It’s a tale they made up to conceal the truth, and from what I know, they’ll let it play out as if I was killed in jail. Some riot.... who knows?”She detached herself from my lap, refilling our goblets with wine, handing one to me as she repositioned her back against the couch. I followed suit, extending my legs beside her.“This Dylan. How does he fit into this story? Isn’t he the one your dad was supposed to kill or is that just some made-up shit?” I hate the bitter taste of thinking that my team has been compromised. It me
~Roman~Betrayal. It’s worse than watching your loved one’s casket rolled down six feet under; crueler than taking a bullet for someone you care about; brutal than accepting torture for not singing your enemy’s song. It left a vile taste in my mouth, my insides pleating as I stared into Viviana’s trusting gaze.Her hold on my hand anchored me on earth, preventing me from drifting to hell. I am one fucking second from unleashing my anger into this cruel world.Why can’t my life be fucking simple? She’s everything I desire, the one thing in this world that I wanted to have… and now, I’m presented with this choice. The woman I love or the one I promised to protect with my life… who betrayed me.What a fucking cruel gam
~Roman~“What?” Rio asked, turning towards the fridge once again to grab another beer. “Cat got your tongue, or your tongue is still buried in Viviana’s pussy?”“Leave her out of this,” my molars grind.Rio huffed, shaking his head. For the first time, he averted his gaze from me and looked into the open window, pain washing over his face. “I trusted you,” he said. “I thought you were my saving grace when you saved me from Duarte’s cartel. Turns out, you were just like everyone, ready to use me for what I can do, for what I am.”“You know better than that, Rio. I might have withheld the truth from you, but I treated you as my brother from the beginning, protected you with my life.”
~Viviana~Throughout the entire week, I’ve looked forward to this day because I’ll see Roman again for another weekend getaway. I’ve been on edge since we parted on Sunday night. We exchanged messages and talked each night before we went to bed, but I could feel it in my bones; something was up with him.It’s Friday, and he was meant to pick me up from school after class. However, the moment I got a message from him saying he won’t be able to make it tonight, that unwanted gut feeling bloomed to a full-blown worry.I’ve been anxious all day. He hasn’t responded to any of my messages like he used to. This is so unlike him.After class, Alana and Kobe invited me to come to a party outside the campus. I didn’t really grasp the
~Viviana~I want to be rude and tell her I’ve got nothing to say to her. My mind was already counting all the reasons Roman would lie to me about his whereabouts, and dealing with Lena’s tantrums was the last thing I needed.“Please,” she pressed, setting down the beer bottle on the Spanish Cedar countertop. Then I noticed the slight shaking of her hand, which compelled me to nod and agree with her request.I followed her out to the jam-packed pub, weaving through the lines of tables out to the chills of the autumn evening.We didn’t walk far from the building. Lena took me to the end of the parking lot, right where I parked my car. Taking notice of the parking lot for the first time, I realized how obvious that the car belonged to me. It st
~Viviana~Our gaze locked. Recognition immediately prevailed in those gray eyes. Those subtly full lips that once gave a reassuring smile for saving my life pressed on a hard line. His almost perfect cruise of pointy nose crooked in the middle from a punch or two crinkled a bit as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyelids. As I stared at his right arm and backed up to his face like an idiot, I realized I was the only one astonished by this discovery.Guilt, remorse, these emotions were written in his face as he heaved, sweat dripping from his forehead to his thick brows, falling directly down to the matting under his bare feet. Swiftly, he wiped his forehead with the back of his bandage-wrapped hands.It’s clear. He knew who I was, not as the woman he saved, but as the girl he tried to kill.