Hello dear all, so that's what I am updating today, since really, lately things are getting so quiet in here.. Well, hope you'll enjoy this chapter, since it's rather long and contains many intense moments...

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WARNING: This chapter might contain some strong action, so be aware of it. Thank you.

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ENNA POV

“My angel, now you know who I am and what I do. I killed people and if you ask if I feel sorry for that, the answer is no. That is part of my job. But I never killed a woman or a child and I would never do that or use violence on them. My organization deals with prostitution, but I do not take part of that, the boss understands me. And Enna,” and in that  moment he drew me so close to him that this time our lips sort of touched and I felt completely breathless, entirely in his hands. “I would never hurt you, never. I would die for you, my angel, believe me and now that you know who I am, you can decide what to do with me. My soul and heart are completely in your hands.”

I breathed a couple of times because my head was spinning and it was good Roman had me firm in his hands; it reminded me that everything was real and not a dream or a film, because no matter what, his words still gave me this sensation of surrealism. The depth and force of his voice had me keeping my breath, completely absorbed in drinking all of his words. He said his soul and heart were completely in my hands and that he would die for me.

Did he still think I could refuse him and tell him to disappear from my life, to stand, walk to the door and close it behind him without daring to look back? Yes, Roman honestly thought I might decide not to have him in my life and thus he let me free to choose. He had always let me free to choose, never imposed anything. But he had to realize I could be very stubborn when I wanted to be so, and nothing will make me change my mind and heart.

There was only one thing I could do now to make him understand, even though I knew he would pull back and not allow to go further.

My hands travelled from his forearms to his face and, never breaking our thread of gazes, I rested my lips on his. Oh dear me, they were so strong and warm, sort of hard and harsh, but they were lips that would turn you completely irrational with just a bite; lips that would drive you out of your senses and have you beg for more without caring to sound shameless, but at the same time make you feel in the most secure and safe place. Crushing and tumultuous emotions gripped my body and mind and I silently wished to never depart from those lips; desire whispered at me to take more of it, but I silenced it, telling it wasn’t the time yet. But they felt so ... even if just so light it felt so intimate and bonding, so arousing and soothing; oh dear me, it was not confusing as it might seem, but that was all I felt and it was even difficult to describe; you should have tasted my very emotions to completely understand, be in my body and maybe you would have comprehended it.

Roman slightly stiffened and went to pull away, but I stopped him. I wasn’t going to deepen the kiss, as he wouldn’t let me, but this contact was what I needed now.

“Please Roman, don’t pull away..” I whispered barely stroking his lips with mine, such a soft and thin touch that had me almost afraid of breaking it like some fragile and delicate glass.

He took a sharp breath and closed his eyes; I already knew what that meant and I couldn’t help the smile.

“Enna, it’s me now to ask you to please understand me.” I ignored his words this time and kept there.

“Open your eyes, Roman. I need to see them now.” He tightened the grip on my sides and after another exhale, his eyes shot open and fused with mine. Nothing was said for a long moment, our lips still gently touching. But I had so much to tell him ... “You said your soul and heart are in my hands and that now I can decide what to do with them and with you, but Roman, my very soul and heart and body belong to you, too. Can you feel it? Tell me you can feel it. They are yours and they have been yours since the first moment our eyes met. I know what we have isn’t something common and simple, given how our worlds differ from each other, but I cannot be without you. It simply destroys me. Roman, I want to be with you, no matter what. You are my soul mate, my other half and my love.”

His eyes widened for a very short fraction of a second and then darkened like the deepest well wrapping around me and making me feel completely naked and burning. I felt them on me, everywhere, roaming my body and my mind and I had to repress a sudden pant of uncontrollable ecstasy.

“My love...” His voice repeated, tasting the words on his tongue, his hands slowly reaching my shoulders. He pulled away and I let him, as his eyes never broke contact. And then I saw it again, that smile, so tender and so full of... “Enna, my angel, you are my love, and I love you and I would die for you, I would do anything for you, my love.” I felt his hands in my hair and I slightly tilted my head to the side, feeling my heart in my throat and feeling almost dizzy for his words. I was not sure whether I was breathing or not, whether I was shivering or not...whether I was or not. His words...Roman loved me. His fingers hungrily fisted my hair and tugged them gently and then I felt his lips on mine, just resting there, his warm breath making my head spin faster. It was obvious he was fighting to restrain himself, to control whatever had come over him and I knew what that was. “Enna, I did fall in love with you the first time we met, when you talked to me and when your eyes took my soul. Enna, I love you and you are my angel, but I ask you another time: are you sure of your decision?”

Oh dear me, if I was sure of my decision?

“Roman, I love you, do you understand what it means? Can you feel it in you? There is no more room for such question, whether I am sure or not; that question never had room or sense. I know what I want. And I want you, my love.” I did not wait for his answer and went to press my lips harder, but of course he stopped me. “Roman please, why you don’t let me..” He placed a finger on them and smiled.

“I told you what sort of life I have and you know I was in prison for three years. Enna, it is not just a matter of have something or not; I have nothing, yes, but I never had a real partner and I kill people as well with my bare hands and I damn good at that.” At hearing his words I automatically gulped down; it wasn’t still so easy to listen to him talk about killing someone. Yet, it held a dark fascination. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “Forgive me; I keep saying that over and over. Enna, I just want to be sure, that is all, please, understand me. If I kiss you, I will lose my control. I know it and I cannot allow myself to do it.”

“But it has nothing to do with..” Just his sudden burning and dark stare was enough to shut my mouth. Oh dear me, how was he able to have such effect on me?

“No but, my angel, yes? You promise me? You are too pure and precious, you are so perfect and beautiful.. I will allow myself to have you completely and without any restrain only when I know I can. You do understand, yes? My world is dirty in many ways.”

Words and thoughts had long left me and now I was there in front of him completely speechless and prisoner of his voice and emeralds. Roman did not just love me; he loved me. In some way that surpassed human comprehension. But I felt it deep inside me and his love spoke to me. It was so deep and strong that could almost suffocate me for the emotions grasping at me. It was completely selfless and bared to me; I really had his heart in my hands. If I wanted, I could destroy him, but he held the same power. It was scaring to think about it, but also so filling and exciting; our lives were bonded together.

Roman had still things to tell me, my instinct said so and it was clear from his words. And I would listen to everything he had to say, for I was craving to hear every single word.

“Yes, Roman. I promise you, no more buts and you can tell me more about you and your world whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, my love.” When he said that...when he called me “my love”, I leaned in his touch and closed my eyes, savouring the taste of it.

I had a question though thundering in my mind and no idea if he would answer or how he would take it. Actually I had two questions.

“Can I ask you two things?”

“Yes of course, what is it?” I blinked, because Roman never hesitated with me and his voice never held room for doubts. I felt suddenly nervous in asking him such questions and thus my teeth automatically went on the corner of my lower lip and my eyes studied his; he read my emotions on my face and tenderly cupped it. “What is it, Enna? You can ask me anything you want.” His gaze concentrated harder on me and he understood what was in my mind. “It is about what I said before, yes? About killing with my hands.” I simply nodded.

“Yes, is that, but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want and I am sorry for asking such question, but I want to understand more and..”

“You really want to know this?” He seemed very surprised and so I held his gaze firmly, simply nodding. Roman sighed out aloud and took a long breath. “I started to kill when I was maybe eighteen or nineteen, cannot remember, and then when I was twenty, I went to prison. You know that already. When I say with my hands, it means with a knife.” He mimicked the gesture of sliding his throat and I swallowed down hard. The same move he did when talking about Michael; but I pulled myself together and listened to him, always keeping my eyes on his, my hands on him. “Or it means to break a neck.”

This time I gasped in shock. Oh dear me, it was all so surreal that I had to process his words and asked myself whether I understood well or not. Yet again that dark sense of fascination, a dangerous and dim feeling of allure.

“You mean like snapping the neck, like some karate ..”

He smirked and there was nothing of tender or seductive in that dark smirk, for he could make anyone run for their life with it, but to me...to me it was like an impossibly magnetic invisible thread and I found myself drifting closer to him. To me it was terribly seductive and I longed to hear more. This should be wrong to hear and should scare me, but I long let go of those ideas and simply concentrated on my dark angel. Everything about him was dangerously alluring and that smirk and the emotions he moved in me excited me. Was that the lure for the forbidden? I was not sure it was only that, for there was something else. Something that touched me deeply inside and had me shiver in some prohibited emotion when his look kept mine under his spell while he told me.

Of course I hated violence, but in this case it had nothing to do with that...I could not even try to explain it properly. Roman saw it and smirked more, but different this time and everything in me melted under his ardent look and feeling the pull of his spell.

“You are not scared, my angel. I can see and feel that, yes. You really are not...and this part of you really excites me, Enna. It excites me too much, quite dangerous, my love.” Again he fisted my hair and this time not so gently, but with a loud note of barely contained desire. And dear me, I couldn’t help nor contain the suffocated moan. I shivered when his lips ravenously grazed my neck and breathed out more when I heard his growl. “Yes, to answer your question. In that way. They did teach me how to.” His lips moved on my feverish skin, then broke the touch and his emeralds studied my face. “Your other question is if I had sex with a prostitute, yes?” I simply stared silent at his eyes; I could not utter a sound now, for in this moment a very scaring wave of jealousy took over me. And again, he saw it and smirked darkly, liking that. “No, I did not. Never paid for sex or never went with someone forced to do it. I never needed it.” I knew what that meant and I knew it was his past; still...I could not help that sudden feeling. We exchanged a long and silent glance and his thumb stroked my cheekbone.

He was indeed a very complex and contradictory man; someone that would kill without blinking and with freezing cold blood, but then someone that in his way respected a woman and I am sure he always treated them fairly, but coldly.

“What are you thinking about, Enna?” He asked me caressing me with his compelling stare. “I cannot understand what is in your mind now.”

I shook my head and sank my fingers in his hair. Roman was really mine now.

“You are such a complex man, but the more I hear from you, the more I need to know. You are...you fascinate me, you have me under such strong spell...Roman, never leave me this time. I do love you so much and I know it is completely irrational, but I love you, so never leave me.” Again. My voice again sounded like a command and I never knew I had that in me, but it did not bother him, as I could see from his expression he liked it. He found it somehow arousing.

“I will not leave you, Enna, but I will need to go back to Kiev in probably two weeks. My visa says so.” Those words threw me in some panicked state and my fingers clenched his hair with such grip that my knuckles hurt. Roman could not go back to his country; what would happen to us? Mostly, what would happen to him once back? When would I see him again? Would I see him again? The more questions, the more panic and despair. He let his hands move on mine and had them untangle from his hair and he kissed the tips of my fingers. “It doesn’t mean I leave you, my angel. I promise to come back to you and be with you, because you know I cannot stay without you.”

“You promise me?” Desperation almost suffocated my voice and he brought our connected hands on my face, pulling my lips on his.

“Yes, I promise you. I love you, Enna and I want to be with you.”

Yes, I felt it.

Roman would do anything to come back to me; and I would do anything to have him back.

ANTON POV:  -KIEV, UKRAINE. ONE DAY AFTER ROMAN TALKED TO THE SMALL DEALER-

I had tried to contact Igor a couple of times, because I had this strange feeling in the back on my neck and I didn’t like the way that fucking bastard moved around; I didn’t even need to say I could bet my balls on Ruslan and his bitch, because we already knew it was his doing. His and that bitch for sure. They were there dealing with a smaller fry that proposed a new stock of prostitutes coming from some Central Asian country. My eyes shifted to boss Boris, obviously with a couple of girls there entertaining him and damn, must give huge credit to our old man, because even though he wasn’t a youngster, he still had the energy to keep happy more than two girls at once.

His son seemed particularly interested in the racket of prostitution and had to conceal my smirking, because the picture of him as the greatest slut was just priceless. But there was more that met the eyes. He might be a complete useless idiot, but he had power being the boss’s son and anyway, the princess had a personality difficult to comprehend and you never knew if when his eyes were on you it was because he was feeling horny or because he wanted to get rid of you. Still, he held no strength and no charisma and I had no idea what it would become of this organization once Boris passed away.

I shook my head and smiled at the girl passing right in front of me wearing a drenched top that revealed everything of her body and curves, especially when she turned on the purpose to show me her ass. Nice and fine ass, in particular with that non-existent piece of lingerie. My eyes scanned the surrounding and fucking hell, I hated to waste evening in this way; nothing was going to happen tonight and I could just feel it. A lot had happened and I knew they would give us a break, to make us think we were safe and cool, to give us the chance to lower our defences and guard. Too bad this wasn’t going to happen. Fuck, what they took us for? What they took me and Roman for?

Roman. I mentally sighed and wished to be there with him.

My friend was doing a great job over there and whatever came out of that trip would be of vital importance for us. He told me last time we spoke that he was about to meet with some small group of dealers and he hoped to squeeze out some info and I couldn’t help my sinister grinning. I had a very good idea how much Roman enjoyed “squeezing” out details. He was the best at that; well, he learnt from the best, if you catch my hint.

The girl passed another time and for crying out loud, why I had to just stay here and not have a bite of her? Ruslan pretended to enjoy the company of a brunette with Asiatic features and rather pale skin, but bet he wasn’t getting any hard; I let my stare move on Maksym the princess and wondered what was so great about his ass. Maybe it was because it was tighter? Or because he had some particular talent in blowing you or moaning like a porn-star? Hell if I understood those two. A girl’s ass was tight in the same way, well, I suppose, given I never entertain myself with homo thoughts. Not my thing. Nothing against them, but let’s keep it straight.

The boss turned his head at me and smirked and then nodded towards the girl that kept going around the club and that meant my duty was over; so deal had been signed and now it was time for some good fun. But I saw how he looked at me with a clear question in his eyes and so I walked over there pretending to check things out and sat beside him to actually enjoy the view of his girls.

“Nice legs.” I simply said and the boss let out a very amused laugh.

“You sure have good taste, Anton. So, how are things in Kazakhstan?” He meant to enquire about Roman, since we made up the excuse of a “business” trip to Almaty, the former capital of the country and also the city in where Boris had some meddling and some shit going on. The perfect cover, since Ruslan had no dealing in that and even if the traitors sent people looking for Anton, where would they precisely send them? Just a waste of time and they knew that and sending people for no reason in someone else’s territory and legislation would only trigger more annoyance and more crap.

“All fine in there, boss. He’s having quite the good time and found out a couple of nice new places we might want to use.” I knew he was going to understand everything and talking in this relaxed and open way, with girls around, was probably the best solution, the less conspicuous. But hey, I had eyes also at the back of my head, got what I mean?

“Does he like Kazakh girls?” Boss Boris smirked and pulled one of the girls on his laps and without much compliment or care began to move his hand under her very tight and short dress. I smirked at him and he winked.

“I believe so.” I simply said. “He said that some are very sociable and know how to amuse you with nice conversation and fine ass.”

“And why should we let him have all the fun?” He asked while sneaking his hand further inside the dress and probably reaching the goal. “Now relax Anton, he’ll let us know when the deal is done and we just concluded something interesting tonight, so relax and enjoy yourself.” The girl let out the required moan and slipped her arms around boss’s neck, going to his neck with her red lips.

I felt arms moving from my shoulders down to my chest and when I peeked at the side, I recognized the girl of before.

“I believe she attracted your attention before, correct?” Boris asked with a smug face. Old man, he always knew your soft spot. I nodded and pulled the girl on my laps. “What’s your name?” The boss asked her.

“Alena, sir.”

“Well Alena, make sure to take good care of my man, understood?”

The girl simply nodded and I felt her hands immediately sneaking under my jacket, one slipping down right on the target. I did not groan there because I was used to and because no way in hell I’d do that in front of my boss. Fuck, I really needed a good and relaxing fuck and guess she was the right one, but maybe it won’t be so relaxing, given the way the girl immediately whispered to my ear.

“I tried my best to catch your attention and now that I’m in your hands, what do you want to do?”

Oh believe me, sweetheart. I wanted to do many things.

“Just be ready, sugar.”

ENNA POV:   -DUBLIN, IRELAND. SAME NIGHT ROMAN WENT BACK TO HIM-

Roman and I talked more and he asked me about my family, my friends and about my job. He would listen to me never stopping to touch me or caress my hair. And I loved it and of course we ended in having sex on the sofa and I just had to thank my little sister for her gift, as I think by now we had tried every possible flavour. We both felt the need to have each other physically, as a way to cement the bond of our souls and minds; when my eyes were too tired, he softly kissed my forehead and took me to bed. I feel asleep in his arms, them wrapping around me as to say they will never let go of me, and so slumber and his lips stroking my neck lulled me to peaceful unconsciousness.

A shiver ran down my body and woke me up in the middle of the night. It was very cold and I shivered more. My eyes opened up with slow laziness, but the moment I registered the absence of Roman’s touch and warmth, they shot open and I looked around for him.

The bed was empty, so I hastily sat up and searched around; scanning the room and finding it in perfect order, no trace of his presence, had panic and suffocating fear grasp my throat and heart painfully. I was not able to breath and my body completely froze. I jumped out of bed, almost running to the door, throwing it open and my feet led me to the living room. I was trembling so hard for fear that I felt no longer the cold of the night; where was Roman? He had promised not to leave me and of course I knew he would keep his words, but I as well knew in what sort of world he lived, but now there was nothing that could me help fighting this excruciating desperation. My legs shuddered violently, but I moved faster, as if in a state of dark trance.

I stopped at the door of the living room holding my breath and almost collapsed on the floor when saw he was sitting on an armchair staring at his mobile with a hard expression, wearing just his jeans. The moment I stopped there was the moment he felt my presence, and his face tilted up and his smile chased every fear and panic away from me. Roman was there. He had not left and I could only stare at him. He knotted his eyebrows and immediately stood up and without saying a word, in a second he was in front of me and lifted my shivering body in his arms. Warmth and sense of protection and love gushed in my veins and had me finally take a breath. I laced my arms around him with strong grip, resting my head on the angle of his neck, inhaling his scent.

“Enna, what do you do here now? It is cold and you are naked. Did I wake you up? Forgive me.” I shook my head and said nothing for a moment, for I did not trusted my voice. He roamed my face with his eyes and I quivered, but not for the cold. “What is it?” He asked again.

“I woke up and didn’t find you there with me, sorry Roman, I sort of panicked and I know you promised me and dear me, of course I know you will keep your words and stay with me, but you also have your duties to attend and I don’t know...I feared that..”

“Forgive me, I received a message and then I had to call a person and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep, my angel. I am here with you.”

Roman brushed my forehead with his warm lips and then walked to the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed; after leaning down a moment to murmur in my ear that I was his love and beautiful angel, he stood up and took off his jeans. I moved on my knees and let my eyes take in the magnificent view of his body. He was terribly and impossibly handsome and those tattoos only added further dark allure. His lips smirked feeling my gaze on him and came right onto me, gently pushing me down on the bed, but I resisted and laced my arms over his neck.

“Hmm, you tempt me my angel, very much.” My skin burnt at the sound of such raw and compelling voice. “And you are so cold.” I felt his hands travelling my back and our lips touched again, but soon he pulled back and stepped out of the bed, standing in front of me. Roman bent to take my face in his hands. “Enna.” His fingers sank in my hair and I arched at the sudden tension running between us, for I could almost taste his desire. “I want you.” His mouth spoke on my neck and then his hands released my head and removed his underwear.

Roman’s length had me gulp down and sat up straight for the uncontrollable desire coursing through me: it was very hard and my mouth watered at the idea of giving him pleasure with my lips and tongue. And so I found myself breathing deeper. We exchanged a look as we needed no words; while standing in front of me he seized a condom we had left on the nightstand and after reaping the foil, he rolled it down on his manhood and when he reached the border of the bed, I stopped him by placing a foot on his defined abdominals. Oh dear me, they felt so good. My love smirked in a way that made his emerald shine of some consuming and dark light and I felt his hands on my calf. With a quick move he pulled my leg and my head shot back as his tongue slowly trailed the back of the foot up the instep and a long pant escaped my lips when I felt his teeth grazing my ankle.

“Ahhh...” His hands had slipped on my thigh and were caressing it hungrily.

“You are so beautiful.” His tongue and lips slowly passed the calf, but I bent my elbows and lifted my upper body resting on them. I smile at Roman probably looking nothing like sweet and naive and his grip strengthened.

I set free my leg and pressed the foot on his chest. Both of us were shivering in desire and need and both of us were breathing hard. My lips curved in a more mischievous and tempting smile and my other foot very slowly stroked his strong leg, slipping in his inner thigh and finally reaching his very hard member. I let my fingers teased his length and his eyes closed when he let out a really feral and primal raw. That excited me even more and now my blood was rushing faster in me; I massaged more his incredible member and felt myself hardening more at the view of his expression. I stopped and in a very fast move my hands were on his hips.

His eyes shot open and soon he took hold of my head, wanting to push me away.

“Enna..” He was clearly trying to restrain himself, but there was nothing wrong in what I wanted to do and my mouth asked for that.

“Shh...” I whispered, tilting my head back to stare at his eyes and stroke his length with my tongue at the same time. Roman growled and fisted my hair, and again tried to pull me away. “Let me.” And without waiting for his answer, I took his covered and hard manhood in my mouth, immediately wrapping it with my lips and letting it hit the back my throat, for then pulling out hollowing my cheeks.

So now we had peach flavour. My tongue stroked it harder and he shuddered at that.

“Ahhh...” He groaned and I shivered at the sound of it and at the feeling of him in my mouth. This time his fingers in my hair kept me there and he let me do as I wanted. Thus my lips worked harder and hungrier on him along with my tongue and the more he groaned and tried to contain himself, the more I took him deeper. “Enna...” My head bobbed more back and forth while my finger sank on his muscular sides. But then he stopped me. “Forgive me my angel, but now I need to possess you.”

I shamelessly moaned at those words and at the way he held my gaze. Roman had such an effect on me and pulled a part of me that had probably being sleeping this whole time, just waiting for him. It was not a new side. Dear me, no. I understood now that it was always part of me, but never had the chance to surface.

“Do it, Roman. Possess me right here.” I said holding his gaze and playing with a strand of hair, smiling again in that way.

“As you wish.” His voice ...

He knew how those words excited me in this context and I lowered myself on the bed on my back, giving him complete access. Roman spread my thighs and took hold of them, and I wrapped them around his waist; a silent and consuming glance passed between us and we could hear only our deep breathing and taste the commanding desire pulling us together. His knees rested at border of the bed and the moment he grabbed my hips his length completely penetrated me; I arched and let out a muffled cry of insane pleasure as the head hit right my undoing spot. Roman already knew every little secret of my body and how to drive me completely out of rationality; when he pulled back, slowly and carefully and then thrust once more inside, this time deeper, the grip of my legs tightened and my hips rocked around him.

“Go deeper, my love.” I murmured while gazing at him with hooded eyes.

He took me deeper indeed and my back arched more when he hit again and again that spot and then his arms wrapped around my back and I found myself being lifted up; my arms automatically went over his neck and I began to rotate more around him. His hands slipped at my butt and folded it ravenously and my head dropped back; I felt his lips and tongue on my throat and felt him take a couple of steps until my back touched the cold surface of wall, but only for a very brief moment, for his hands let go of my buttocks and shelled me with his arms, so I was not anymore in contact with the wall.

Our eyes locked in a burning and lust-filled look and Roman penetrated me with powerful and deep thrusts; first slow and rocking when deeply buried in me, and then slightly faster and harder. I let my fingers slipped in his hair and pulled them feeling the increasing ecstasy taking control over my senses and mind. It was so powerful and crushing that we both knew it would last not very long.

“Oh dear, Roman ...ahh....” He kept thrusting in me now faster and deeper and each time hit me right at that spot, having me now moaning and panting his name.

“Hmm..yes my angel...say my name..” Roman was a possessive man and you could realize that in the way he held me, but it was not a violent and scaring form of possession. His was caring, overwhelming, reassuring, crushing, consuming, deep and raw, but entirely full of love. I love it and I felt it; yes, I felt his love for me.

“Oh Roman... I ahh...I love you so ahhh...” I couldn’t finish the sentence because my love began penetrating me more feral, attacking my neck with his avid lips. “Ahhh....” My nails sank in his scalp and my breathing went so erratic that came out in loud pants.

“And I love you, Enna.” His dark and strained voice was my undoing and when his mouth and tongue grazed my neck and descended on my shoulder, my fingers slipped on his neck and then on his strong and tattooed back and crossing my arms over it, I let my nails scratch his inked and pulsing skin. “Ahh...” He growled close to my ear and thrust inside me so deep that everything in me exploded and pleasure coursed through my body and threw me in carnal ecstasy.

“Ahhh....” I cried out and he groaned so loudly that I knew we both climaxed at the same time.

The hot substance shot between me and him and my body shivered feeling the pleasure riding every part of my body and throwing my mind blank. Roman thrust one last time and I felt his strong body trembling violently in my arms, while his hands gripped my back stronger. After a long moment we both relaxed and he gently untangled my legs and pulled out of me; his lips brushed mine softly and I relished at their touch, my eyes closing to better savour that precious contact.

“Did I go too hard this time?” He asked with sincere concern.

Too hard? I giggled and pressed against his body.

“You never go enough hard on me, that is the problem, Roman.” I said with a provocative smile and tone of voice. He took a strand of my hair and inhaled them.

“Enna, you are such a tempting angel...sensual and dangerous and so beautiful.” The same hand holding the lock of hair cupped my face and this time a tender smile formed on his handsome face. “We should sleep now, as you have work tomorrow.”

Oh dear me, work. I completely forgot about work. He saw that in my expression and a chuckle left his lips.

“I do distract you too much, my soul.” I shook my head and we both smiled. “Come, let’s go to bed.”

Again he lifted me in his arms and placed on the bed; meticulously and carefully he removed the used condom and walked to the bathroom, where I was sure he washed his hand and get rid of it. I stood and reached him here, taking a towel and cleaning myself.

“I cannot wait to have you completely without restrain.” My lips whispered in his ear, while my eyes gazed at him through the mirror.

“I cannot wait for that either.”

Once back in bed, Roman pulled me tight in his arms and one hand caressed my hair. My head rested on his shoulder and my fingers leisurely traced the lines of the tattoo on his chest; feeling his gentle and reassuring touch on me, I fell asleep, knowing I would wake up again in his arms.

ANTON POV:  -KIEV, UKRAINE. SAME NIGHT ROMAN GOES BACK TO ENNA-

Since that very hardcore night with that girl, few days passed and it was getting so calm and still that the whole atmosphere was getting on my nerves. You could smell in the air that something stunk like hell, but fuck, nothing moved and I knew it was better to move my ass. I’d rather face a whole organization alone than stay this put and wait, but also this apparent calm was precious to us and it actually bought us some vital time.

While Roman moved in Dublin, I moved around in Kiev and you have no idea what the hell you can get to know while casually entering a bar for a couple of shots of vodka. Especially if that was your usual bar and on your turf.

A couple of those dogs came inside the place and expected payment from the owner; so they were trying the big shot and wanting to take more than enough. But what struck me and had my palm itched while caressing the gun under my jacket was hearing them claiming they came under my boss’s orders. As if he would engage with such fuckers. I pulled over my head the hood and pretended to be a normal client wanting nothing to do with such shit. They didn’t recognize me, obviously, so I eyed the owner and he understood me at first. Of course he did; it was the usual bar I frequented when I needed to relax with some good bottle and nice chat about the territory. He was an old man and very smart and knew always many interesting things.

“We have no time to waste, give us the money the boss required or else we’ll set on fire your shitty place. Or better, your house with your wife inside.” Too bad that old man wasn’t married. I discreetly peeked at the door and noticed a shadow standing outside and it seemed familiar, but hard to tell who that traitor might be. I will find out anyway.

“But I already paid two weeks ago, why should I pay more?” He was doing a great job.

“Because the boss says so and says you have to pay more for his protection. Now, the money and no more questions.” It was two of them, wearing normal clothes and clearly armed with guns and knives. Ahh...what a fucking pain in the ass. I’ll have to follow them. I smirked and silently sniggered. What was I complaining for? I was waiting for this. Yeah, I really was. Another smirk while glancing at those two dogs; two bastards soon to be death. “If you don’t pay, we will send Roman with the stars.”

Oh, that was a really low blow. I see. They were really playing dirty and blaming not just the boss, but my friend as well; since they could not physically eliminate him, they tried to undermine the respect people had for him; the fact is, people did not just respect him, but feared him worse than hell, so of course they wouldn’t utter a damn word about this shit. It was clearly Ruslan’s doing, since the bastard never stood my friend and knew this was the only move to use while Roman was not around. Fuckers and cowards. They had no idea what consequences that brought upon them. I was really going to enjoy myself later. Ah fuck, Roman was not going to like it.

The owner of the bar somehow managed the sum they asked for and after a couple of seconds they left the place, I tailed them and thanked whatever God was up there when I saw they had no car; easier and faster for me. I followed them silently and felt my lips curving in a very evil smirk, because I recognized the person and he was one of Ruslan’s underlings. Hmm, nice; tonight was going to be very lucrative in many ways. They walked for maybe fifteen minutes and reached a small casino. I shook my head and let out a soundless exhale; that’s why no car, they planned to take care of few businesses around this area. It was the periphery of Kiev and it was right where we had a couple of very lucrative places, where the police did not dare to set foot and where it was just us. I let them step inside and saw how the traitor waited outside, checking if everything was fine. I wasted no time in pretending and trying to surprise him, as he cursed when he saw me right in front of him with the barrel of my gun right at his face.

“Now, spit it out before I dirty the wall with your brain. Is that bastard of Ruslan behind all of this, isn’t it? Spare your breath, I know it already. Now tell me who else?” He quickly ducked at the side going to grab my gun and jerk it away, but he did not react fast enough; I lowered myself and shot immediately, not letting him the time to pull the trigger. And a couple of bullets went straight to his abdomen. Good thing I always used silencer.  He collapsed on the ground with a mute sound and blood was already pooling on the pavement from the shots. “Now, speak and I’ll spare your life.” The bastard looked at me and in all answer he tried to spit in my face. Ah, very bad idea. I shot his hand and then his leg. This time he howled in what I am sure was excruciating pain. “Speak now, you piece of shit. How dare you betray our boss and the organization?”

“The boss is old and an idiot...ah..ah...” He was barely breathing out the words and when I heard them I felt the mounting desire to let him live just to issue him some of the worst torture ever. “We need a new one..”

“His son, isn’t it?” I intimated him to speak this time placing the barrel right at his mouth. He only gulped and something crossed his face. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. It wasn’t just his son, wasn’t it? “Someone else is behind, who? Speak.” His eyes went blank for a moment and he rattled almost convulsing. Fuck, did he have to die right now? Damn it, I wasn’t going to get more info out of this one. “Give me a name.” I pressed, but nothing came out. Oh fuck, why I had to hit his vital organs? Whatever. I already got something.

I smirked at his fading expression and blood and brain splattered on the street. I could care less this time to cover it; I had other two bastards to take care of inside the place and when it was done, I’d call the boss and we would figure out how to deal with this one. Then a sudden blast had me standing on my feet in less than a second and I charged inside the place.

Fucking hell, they were shooting and making a complete mess in there. They really were playing dirty, very fucking dirty.

A girl and a man were already lying dead on the floor and one of the bouncers had been shot. Fuck. It was not just two of them, but three and apparently one was already inside waiting for them. I ran towards of a slot machine and used as shield. In the total mayhem they created, they had not noticed me running inside, so I aimed at one and shot him right behind at the neck. No mercy and no honour with such dogs. Another bouncer reacted and shit, that only complicated things, because more panicked generated and people began to hysterically yell and move around. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That man tried to take one of those Chechens, but failed and the bullet almost hit this slot machine. I had to force him still by shooting his leg. He’ll survive.

I darted away and repaired behind a column and taking a deep breath I took down another bastard, but he fired at the same time and hit my leg.

“Bitch, that hurts.” I hissed, bending down and feeling bursting with anger.

This had to end and had to end now.

I straightened up and adrenaline completely suppressed the pulsing pain; taking a steady step I levelled the gun in front of me and called for the dog to turn and look at me. He froze and took a girl as hostage, shielding behind her. Right, as if that was going to stop me.

“Let her go, it’s not going to stop me anyway.” And to prove it I fired and the bullet grazed her arm and hit him on the shoulder. The girl shrieked and tossed around to get lost and the man went to react, but another bullet hit him right in the sternum. Oh fuck; another great shot. Why did I have to be that awesome at shooting? The grip on the girl weakened and she ran away screaming; he collapsed on his knees and I walked to him. He wasn’t dead yet.

“You can still save your miserable life and that only if you tell me what I want to know.” The man looked at me and in all answer he shot himself.

Oh fuck, I hated when they did that shit.

I went so mad that I unloaded the whole magazine on his dead body. After that I felt better and cursed when my leg stung. Looks like that sexy nurse will have to take care of me tonight and she sure was my type. Well, that wasn’t that bad; the wound at least was going to give me a very good night. I looked around and shook my head in great annoyance; they had really overstepped the limits and this wasn’t just dirty. This was completely low.

This meant only one thing now. War. And very soon.

I went to the owner and we had a very interesting chat. Then I called the boss and he personally came over to assess the amount of damage; we took care of the bodies and made sure the man running the casino wasn’t going to utter a single word about this. But well, we sure had many witnesses, but what did you expect? They had planned this smartly. I took the envelope with the money and boss Boris said to leave it, for he was going to talk with the owner of the bar. He said a good drink and chat what was would calm his nerve. I nodded and he personally dropped me at the private clinic, where that sexy nurse was right on duty and of course I enquired of her. After she stitched my leg, I made sure she would get off of work in only an hour, as duties came always before pleasure.

I sent a message to Roman and he called me back immediately.

After what happened few nights ago, the water calmed down even more and you knew something was about to suddenly fuck everything up and very badly.

I went to look for Igor once again in the usual place, but nothing. This was getting rather strange and I didn’t like it. Had something happened to him? I hope not and not because I cared much for the man, but because you never knew what people might say when threatened, even though he was scared shitless of Roman and I mean, who wouldn’t be? I peeked at the rear view mirror and it was clear, so I pulled to the side and thought about the whole shit.

Why couldn’t I reach Igor? That was fishy. Was he hiding or simply needed to keep quiet for few days? Strange enough anyway, given our organization granted him protection. Yeah, ‘cause the man never wanted anyone around him, no guards or the sort, because he said they would only attract more attention and that if someone really had in mind to kill him, well, just a couple of gorillas wouldn’t do much against that. Igor had a point in that; if someone powerful had set your death in mind, well, either you knew it and acted faster, or you accepted your fate.

At least, if you were someone like him, a simply forger and not a big shot or a boss like Boris. However, a couple of gorillas would do against some small fries, but what to do? It was his choice and it was true the man seemed more a bookworm than a forger, living in a modest apartment and being a freak about internet and stuff. How the hell he used the money he got?

Whatever, not my problem.

Igor preferred to keep quiet and under the radar, since he dealt most of the times in the most anonymous way and rarely met his clients. And as I said, he could count on our protection, given he always provided us with flawless goods, but with this shit going on now, well, not so sure our protection was so efficient and bulletproof. Damn it. I scratched my chin and looked at my phone. Should I tell Roman? No, better leave it for now; I had nothing in my hands and it wasn’t wise to burden him with further crap. We spoke few days ago and it was a short phone call and I dearly hope he was doing fine. But what was I worrying about? He was Roman with the stars, the toughest and best bastard out there.

The phone rang and it was the boss. Did he need babysitting for his son? Wouldn’t mind it now, as it would give me the chance to better observe his moves.

“Yes boss?”

“Anton, would you mind to go to the airport? My wife is landing soon and I know I can rest assured with you. I think she’s flying from London or whatever the hell, I don’t care. Take her home and make sure she has everything she needs, then drive back to the club.”

I repressed a snort. Not babysitting, but chauffeuring. Fuck it.

“Yes boss, I’ll drive there immediately. Do you have further instructions?” I simply asked, knowing he had asked me because he trusted me.

“Nothing more, just keep your eyes open as usual, Anton.”

“Of course.”

I ended the conversation and cursed my luck, but then stopped a moment to reflect on something Roman had told me after he met that small and idiotic dealer. And after recollecting the look that traitor had before dying.

Fuck.

I surely better keep my eyes and ears open.

Author's chit-chat:

So, what are your thoughts about this chapter? How did you like the mix of actions with the moments of Enna and Roman?

I know what some of you want; them kissing. But I would like for you to understand the reasons they don't kiss so far and Roman explained them very well.

What will happen once Roman has to go back to Kiev? Will he be stuck into a war? So many things happened so far and still more has to come.

Updating soon, so until next time xox