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I brushed off yesterday's pathetic attempt on crashing Roman's meeting. Next time I'll break into his house.I walk into my office inhaling the wonderful raspberry aroma filling the area. It always soothes me, I make my way past my staff, nodding and accepting greetings. Working will get my mind off things. My assistant Annie eventually catches me and we walk in sync. "Morning Miss Michaels." I almost burst out laughing. Micheals is the fake surname I adopted years ago, the one that gave me a fresh start. I'm beginning to think it has no value anymore I mean otherwise I wouldn't have been discovered right?Annie takes my coat and hands me coffee. "Should I bring the same flavoured donuts for your guests as well or maybe I should confirm with them?"I stop in my tracks and glance at my watch. It's six thirty I'm not supposed to have any clients until ten. "Why didn't you mention that before Annie?"She looks away flustered. "Well they told me you were expecting them so assumed you al
Sinful Duty Chapter 8
I can only hear gunshots and the heavy thumps of corpses hitting the ground around me. Both my brain and my stomach are throbbing with excruciating pain. I'm curled up like a foetus, anxiously trying to protect my body from the flurry of bullets flying by. The bullets seem to go forever before stopping. I pull my head free of my arms and sneak a peek. My nose is assaulted by a familiar intoxicating scent, I don't need to look up to know who's standing in front of me. I sit up ignoring the protest of my body oozing with pain. Roman eyes me intently, his gaze sweeping over my body. He extends a hand, I immediately grab on to it and he hoists me up gently. He struts over to his car. Roman's made men gather my pursuers' bodies and toss them in cars. They'll all dead. A honk startles me out of my thoughts. Roman catches my attention."Aren't you going to get in the car?"I make my way to the car and step in immediately feeling the warmth of the heater. I sink into his plush leather seats
Sinful Duty Chapter 9
We're at Roman's penthouse, my temporary home for the next few months. On our way up I was addressed as Mrs Valkov at least fifty times, it still tastes foreign on my tongue. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I've spent the last ten years using a fake surname. Now I have another, crazy. Does that mean I have to change my documents now? I'm overthinking this. I snap out of thoughts and focus on my surroundings. It's a very gorgeous penthouse with the best view. We passed by so many floors on our way up, Roman says his men occupy some of the floors and the other floors are for recreational purposes. I make a mental note to explore the rest of the floors later. I'm introduced to his staff, Elena who handles housekeeping and Chef Ranov who does the cooking."So what do you people do for fun? Target practice on dead bodies maybe?""Would you like to be the subject of today's practice?"I purse my lips. "So how do we handle commuting? I'm sure your work has an awkward schedule anywa
Sinful Duty Chapter 10
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about the engagement lunch. I've been rummaging through my closet for an appropriate outfit. I mean what do you wear to your engagement party with a Don? I suddenly feel homesick, if things had been different I'd be surrounded by my cousins and annoying aunts in Italy. They'd be helping me get dressed up whilst gossiping about their neighbours. Unfortunately things weren't different, I'd always been destined to be alienated, secluded, all alone. I wish Val was alive, at least we'd have been together, secluded together.The life I lived was a lonely one. It's not like I even had a choice. Ofcourse I had friends but they only knew Lana Michaels, the goofy,crazy Lana Micheals with a perfect life. They didn't know Lana Morelli, the one who had killed and stolen for survival, the black sheep of her family who was harbouring intense bitterness and anger toward them. Lana Morelli who hated that her life was pathetic, the daughter of a monster. Lana Mor
Sinful Duty Chapter 11
These people are vultures. I know their type, I've dealt with their type. The type of people that tear you down from flesh to bone. People with critical eyes and big noses from which they look down on people. Stuck up rich people. I have the strong urge to shoot everyone in the room. As his doting wife to be I have my arm snaked around his showing our engagement rings for the camera. I have the fakest smile on my face. Roman leans towards me. I feel his hot breath fanning against my neck. "Ne khodi v les yesli boish'sya volkov." He whispers into my ear. What does that mean? Why is he speaking Russian to me when I don't even understand it? It sounds good though, him speaking Russian sounds really good. Curiosity fills me, I want to hear more of Roman speaking Russian. I tilt my head slightly so I'm facing his neck. Aware of the cameras and the crowd watching, I place a kiss near his earlobe. I feel his throat rumble, more like a growl sound. Maybe I'm just imagining it. "What does
Sinful Duty Chapter 12
The dinner is being hosted by a family restaurant. The second I step out of the car my nose is welcomed by a pleasant mix of aromas dancing in the air. The place is decorated with gorgeous lights and flowers which uplift my mood. The sight of the place alone calms me. As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. Who would guess that such a cosy family restaurant would host the most dangerous of criminals that roam the streets? Monsters of every kind are hiding behind those closed doors. You wouldn't want to eat with mafia men even if you were on your deathbed, they are the most hazardous kind of people. In the past I used to dine with plenty of them, my papa advertising me like a shiny new toy at the dinner table and those men undressing me with their filthy eyes. Some inappropriately tugged at my dresses under the table. Yep, dining like this definitely brought back bad memories. I doubt any of them would try anything with Roman around, then again you can never be too sure that's wh
Sinful Duty Chapter 13
The instant we walk out from the elevator part two of our argument commences. "You're such an asshole you know that, you set me up." I point at his chest "You let me be crucified out there whilst you sat and watched. You're pathetic.""It's nothing personal."My blood is boiling. "Nothing personal! I'm your wife, you're supposed to stand up for me! Now they won't respect me." I fold my arms. I'm seething with anger. I'm trying to restrain myself from stabbing this man. He's so fucking selfish. "Those men are probably snickering behind your back, bad mouthing your wife. Don't you care about your reputation !""My reputation is mine. Your reputation is yours. How much they respect you will not hinder my power or authority. If you want respect, demand it. Fight for that respect. Nothing in this world is ever handed to you on a silver platter."His words hit like blows to the stomach. I have an arrogant man as a husband that barely has my back. How will I ever survive? He steps away f
Sinful Duty Chapter 14
I think I fell asleep sometime in between the crying. I'm awake now and I feel a little less emotional than before. My rooms pitch black and according to the clock beside me it's three in the morning. All traces of sleep have evaporated into thin air as usual. It's not like I usually sleep for longer hours anyway. Everyday like clockwork I wake up at three on the dot no matter what time I go to bed it's always the same time.It's usually because of the nightmares I have. It's been a while since I've had proper sleep. I slip my feet into my slippers and step out of bed. Unfortunately, I'm still in the dress I wore yesterday. A quick shower will do. I strip out of the dress and head to the shower. My body relaxes as the hot water massages my skin. What am I going to do about Roman? I sigh. I'll just avoid him, try my best to keep our conversations at a minimum. I doubt that will work. My stomach rumbles, that's right I haven't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday. I wonder if Rom
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