Dear all,

Finally  I am updating "Fallen for an Angel" and you will see that it is a rather long and intense chapter.. it took me some time to craft it in the way I wanted.

I have selected a picture of Enna that I think fits the atmosphere perfectly, you will see and the song, well, it just calls for it.

I really hope you will enjoy it! I will be looking forward to reading your comments and messages: thank you dear all!

Ah! Stay tuned because I am working on "Loving You is Forbidden" new chapter and I might post it this weekend or Monday at the latest.

Well, for now enjoy this new chapter.

EXTERNAL POV – KIEV, UKRAINE:

For a few days already she had gazed at the phone, never leaving it far from her, always making sure it was safely stuck in her pockets. His words circled in her head and so did his instructions or, as she felt to properly called it, his silent request for help. When she had met him and that other man in the emergency room of the hospital where she worked, it first seemed that that dark haired man attracted her attention more.

Yet, his words and his hard, fearsome green eyes had completely shocked her. It felt as if that dangerous looking man belonged to another world, to somewhere that was not of this mere and sad world, even if he emanated such dark and bloodcurdling aura. She remembered how he assessed her with cold and authoritarian eyes, turning her blood into ice, feeling as if she had encountered some ancient demon. She had even gone to church the following morning, praying the Virgin Mary.

That man had left her speechless and she realized she could not be attracted to him, because she was scared of him and because she could feel that another unnatural creature awaited for him; even though, she could not understand why or how, given no love or human emotions seemed to posses that green eyed man.

Working as nurse at the hospital gave her chance to meet all sorts of persons and it was not easy, because she was beautiful with dark, long hair, her eyes were of a light blue resembling the iced water of an Ukrainian lake, and because she had been gifted with both good looks and long, well-shaped legs. It meant that some men working at the hospital thought they could have their ways with her. It was not easy to always dodge a potential dangerous and unpleasant situation, but her past had taught her enough. However, Anya, this was the name of the nurse that had once mended Roman with the stars' wound, had been also gifted with brain and a keen quickness in understanding how to swim, to keep from drowning in the cold and dark water.

Life had not always been delicate and fair with her, just like for many other people. She had rarely experienced real kindness and tenderness, and she could not believe in it. Yet, she was lucky enough that, even through certain experiences, a very sweet disposition and a rather honest naivety never left her. Kindness was something she longed for, but Anya knew it rarely could be attained for free.

Until she had met that other man, the one that came to the emergency room with the one exposing tattoos belonging to a dark and dangerous world. That man, who had hair of the colour of very dark honey, an easy and rather audacious smile, revealing a rather dirty mouth and mind, quick and undressing eyes of a darker shade of her blue, had showed her unexpected and genuine kindness. He had made her feel alive. He had made her believe that maybe you could hope for a little touch of gentleness, even without having to give anything back.

Anya still remembered the day of a couple of weeks ago as she was ready to go home after an endless shift; it was early in the morning, the snow threatened to fall down very heavily and a man had requested her special assistance. She hadn't refused of course, because being a nurse was what she wanted to become since she was a little, naive girl, and she liked it. Surprise and then subtle fear slowly took over her body as her eyes registered the presence of that man in the room, calmly waiting for her. As she stepped in the room, he stood up from the chair and took his time to stare at her with unnerving lack of shame; she glanced at the door as he moved to her, but she did not run away. Surprisingly, he did not mean harm.

She could still remember all the words they exchanged, the expressions and sardonic smiles his handsome face made and the way she felt when he courted her:

"Hello Anya," he greeted her by taking her hand in his and softly kissing the back of it. A rather striking smile rose in his confident and shining eyes, and he lifted his head, once more looking at her with evident appreciation. "I took the liberty of enquiring after you and I discovered you have a beautiful name."

She did not move and she tried to think of what had possibly happened to lead this man to her; it was clear he belonged to some world that was not part of her normal life, but she could not find a rational explanation. She then felt her heart beating slower, as she remembered that other man that had scared her, and fear once more possessed her.

What if they wanted to eliminate her? Could she be considered a witness? There was nothing wrong in patching up some gun-inflicted wound, but she had no idea how it worked for them. Anya kept silent and weighted her possible options.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he began and she instinctively took a step back, but he stopped her by gently catching her hand. He laughed in an open and not malicious way, and while she recited a prayer in her mind, she forced calmness in her mind. "I'm sorry to scare you now and give you the wrong impression. I'm not here for anything bad, sweetheart. I simply was passing by and I remembered your beautiful eyes and rather breath-taking legs." To reinforce his words, the man looked at her legs with no hidden pleasure. "You strike me as a clever girl that has already grasped what I am and that will not ask rather annoying and useless question. You also seem someone that will not bore me with fake smiles to get something back."

Anya kept silent and let him talk. It was the best and smartest option. She had to understand what he really wanted. This handsome man could be her only for her smart looks and long legs. There must have been something more behind that facade.

"What about breakfast with me?" She blinked at his question and did not answer for a few seconds. He moved closer and caressed her hair. It was slow and he gave her the time to pull back or refuse it if she felt uncomfortable. But she didn't, because he was not trying to corner her. "What about breakfast with me?" And sex with me, because that was implied in the way he undressed her without bothering to cover it.

Strangely enough, it was something that did not upset her, because he did not play dirty or tried to use his power on her; he simply asked her and it was clear that he didn't mean to threaten her, or to force himself on her. She smiled shyly because it was not easy to think rationally in front of him. He had the typical playboy look and smirk, he clearly was someone that enjoyed sleeping with beautiful women, but he did not strike for being a bad person. Therefore she replied honestly.

"No, thank you. I had a very long night in here and I just wish to go home and sleep."

He seemed surprised, but simply smiled and went to open the door for her. She conceived her surprise in a quick smile addressed at him, as he took her coat for her.

"Will you let me accompany you home?" He asked her, lingering his quick and vivid eyes on her curves and then on her lips. She decided to talk openly, because for once in her life, this man did not scare her and did not seem to mean harm.

"I am sorry, but why do you bother with a girl like me? I am simply a nurse and I am sure you can find many beautiful women outside without having to make much effort. I don't want to be dragged into something dangerous and I do not wish to be part of any problem. I simply wish for a normal and quiet life."

He did not speak for a while, simply looking at her. Then he burst out laughing honestly amused and once more his hand took hold of hers. He stopped laughing and simply rested his lips on the back of her hand.

"Anya, I was right in saying that you seem very smart and you surprised me by also being very open and straightforward." He pulled back and let go of her hand. "I will be frank with you."

She kept silent and waited for him to talk, but he thought about something and then eyed the door, which he opened once more and closed it behind his back, after having pushed them both back in the room. Her heart sank a moment in worry, but it calmed down once as he simply let her sit.

"You don't need to fear me, sweetheart. I don't need to force myself on a woman to have some fun, believe me," he said smirking like some hungry wolf.

"I believe it," she said, without realizing those words had left her mouth. But it was true, she knew that.

"I might need your assistance one day, if you are willing to give it to me. The fact that I find you very hot, makes everything much more enjoyable. So Anya, I believe you grasped the situation. If you say no, I give you my word that I will forget about you and that I'll never bother you. But," he moved closer and simply sat in front of her, striking her with a smile that promised nothing of decent and proper. "But if you say yes, I give you my word that I will not involve you in any situation that can hurt you physically. And I give you my word that you will not regret it, Anya."

She valued his words and a very foolish idea formed in her mind...she should have said no and simply leave, forgetting this ever happened, forgetting about this man here very handsome and fascinating, but probably rather shameless and part of some mafia group.

"What if I change my mind in the meanwhile?" She dared to ask him, possibly stretching her luck. But he simply smiled once more and indulged his gentle and warm touch on her cheek.

"Then I will forget about you and let you leave without asking for anything." He meant his words and that was clear by the way he spoke and by the way his eyes never broke contact with her, looking very open and honest.

"Why?"

"Because I might really need the assistance of a smart and beautiful woman like you, and because Anya, I confess that I would not mind at all to drive you crazy in bed and have you all for me," he said with a rather rough and quiet tone of voice that had the effect of making her swallow down.

She had never met a man like him in her entire life and she felt slipping closer to him, until they almost shared the same breath. He deepened his breathing and slowly moved his nose on her neck, jaw and ear, never actually touching her; he stopped a mere touch away from her skin. He pulled back and their eyes met. Unmistakable lust burnt in his, but in her eyes it probably danced the same excitement.

"I will not regret it and I will not be in any dangerous situation?" She asked looking at him with firm and unwavering stare. He nodded and took her hand in his.

"Yes Anya, you have my word and I will swear it on whatever that you hold dear and holy. You will not regret it and nothing will happen to you."

She weighted his words and studied the expression of his eyes, of his mouth. Would she regret it? She got up and he seemed taken aback, probably expecting her to refuse the request. That handsome man stood up with her and went to open the door, but she stopped him.

"I am actually rather hungry," she confessed.

His face brightened up in a genuine and satisfied smile and then a wicked light flashed in his light blue eyes.

"Let me then take you to breakfast. Any preference?" She shook her head. "Very good, so please follow me, sweetheart."

His arm circled her back, but once more gave her the chance to change her mind, if she wished to. He opened the door for her and pulled the hood of his winter jacket over his head. They left by a backside exit avoiding indiscreet eyes and Anya appreciated it. Not that she would mind to be seen together such charming man, but because she felt he was already keeping his word.

Other breakfasts and late night dinners followed that first one and he never touched her, nor tried to convince to have sex until she felt that she desired that man as much as he desired her. Indeed Anya never met such man: he was rather wild and dirty-mouthed in bed, but always caring and gentle, loving with such burning passion and lust that it almost felt unreal. While at first it might have been only sex, amazing and incredibly exciting sex, the longer they met and slept together, the closer she felt they had become. His way in bed with her somehow changed, being more passionate and attentive, listening to her body, to her moans of pleasure, following the way she moved.

She was almost afraid of such intimacy and closeness because she had no idea where it would bring her and where it all led to. But they were together, she did not care. Until he explained her that he indeed needed her assistance and he asked her for her forgiveness, because at first he had simply planned it after having searched her background, finding out that she was the perfect catch. He was sincere in his apologies.

Did she feel used? Did she regret it?

Anya sat to eat something during her short break and once more eyed her phone. She was worried because she hadn't heard from him for a few days; her thoughts moved to their last encounter and what he had told her: to wait for his call and find someone that could be useful but that she didn't care about. What had he in mind by saying that? She had a bad feeling, but she had to find someone that could help him, because he looked troubled.

There was a doctor in her hospital that she cared nothing about and that often triggered terrible thoughts in her mind. What would happen to him? That doctor had often taken advantage of young students, preying on them and often imposing on them. She felt disgusted at the idea. He tried to corner her several times and once managed to touch her; Anya had once rescued a very young nurse from his claws, during a night shift, and of course sooner or later she would pay for it. Fear never left her in the past days.

She bit her sandwich and the phone rang. Her heart jumped faster in her chest and she felt her blood turning into dry and cold ice as she heard his almost lifeless voice, ranting a few words with clear effort.

"Anton," she immediately whispered.

"Anya I need your help now, please...the address...ha..ha..sent to you..ha...Anya, please.."

"Don't talk, I will be there in no time. Please don't...Please live. Wait for me," she said already walking out of the room. She knew that doctor was having a break, too. She knew how to lure him out: a promise of sex.

It took almost no time and surprisingly no questions to convince that disgusting man to follow her to help a friend that needed immediate medical assistance. They took his car, a new and shining Mercedes that in very short time reached the place indicated in the address. Anya threw herself out of the car and frantically ran around searching for him, until she found a figure left on the floor, with fresh snow melting on red and warm blood. She felt like...like...like life had been sucked out of her, but she commanded her mind and heart to be calm.

"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" The doctor beside her asked irritated as he surveyed the snow-covered body of Anton, fresh blood staining the ground. "What the heck is this?" He grabbed her arm and it hurt her, but she did not care in that moment.

"You promised," she simply said and after having uttered those words, she witnessed as a rather sly and disgusting grimace appeared on his face.

"So did you, don't forget it," he replied.

Disgust almost took over her to the point she felt like throwing up, but she pulled it together and remembered his words: you will not regret it and nothing will happen to you.

But as her eyes looked at his body silently and motionlessly resting on the ground where his blood fused with the candid and cold snow, she feared that she had not arrived on time.

"Please...don't leave me," she whispered inaudibly like a ghost to herself, as they went to provide him immediate first aid.

ENNA POV – IRELAND:

Roman and I stayed in each other's arms for long time, simply resting on the bed of the room that dad built for me. A picture of my sister and I was on the drawer and then a picture of us with my mother. We all missed her dearly and her death left a big hole in our life for many years, until we learnt how to cope and move forward even without her; it was very hard, but Ciara and I could make it because of our father. My sister and I loved our father very much and I still could not believe he had helped Roman without asking or expecting much explanation. To be fair, I was not surprised he did help him, because my father was in that way. I was surprised he seemed to take it rather calmly.

Roman held me very close, while he rested on his back, because I was afraid the wound would open up. My head was on his chest and we kept in complete silence for some time, simply listening to each other's breathing. The images of that nightmare flashed in front of my eyes and I stiffened, trying to chase them away. Roman was alive and he had found my father. There was nothing to worry about, but...but what would happen once he would go back to his country? When would I see him again? I tried to control my thoughts and heart beat, because it suddenly became erratic. Roman must have sensed the change in my mood, because he pushed us in a sitting position and took my face in his warm hands.

Yes, Roman was warm, pulsing and here in front me, holding me in his hands.

"Enna, what is it?" I shook my head, because it felt rather childish to confess him my nightmare, but he pressed me. "My angel, tell me everything that is in your mind," he said with calm and deep voice, chaining my eyes at his. "Please Enna, let me in your thoughts."

I could not resist him, not his compelling eyes and not his fingers now locked in my hair, nor could I resist his voice.

"I had a dream, no...it was a nightmare. It was a nightmare about what happened to you," I whispered, tearing my eyes away from him. Roman gently placed a hand on my cheek and made me look back at him.

"Tell me about it, my angel," he asked never breaking his stare, never breaking contact with me. I nodded my consent, but for a brief moment I rested my forehead on his. His hand slowly slipped on my hair once more and began to caress it.

In that moment I understood that I would not be able to live without my soul, without my Roman.

In that moment I understood that our lives where connected and chained together.

"I was in a dark and cold forest, somewhere I have never been before and I honestly couldn't recognise the place. It was very cold and it snowed. Then two shadows appeared in front me and one of them was you, holding a gun and circling around that other shadow. I began to run and try to scream your name, but no voice came out from my mouth. I ran faster and panic took over me as the other shadow pointed the gun at you."

A violent shiver travelled my entire body as my words explained the content of the nightmare, as my mind made it feel to me as something that really happened. Roman felt my trembling, so he secured his arm around my shoulders.

"What happened after?" He asked, holding me stronger than before.

I hesitated a moment, not entirely sure it was a good idea to reveal him the end of the dream, but his words crumbled my doubts and I knew that talking to him was the best way to break that ominous sensation and spell.

"When I saw that other figure aiming at you with the gun, I ran in front of you and for a moment my voice came back, calling your names, afraid the bullet had hit you." I pulled back just to be able to stare at his emeralds, feeling my fear now completely shredded, having left no more trace in my heart and in my mind. "You were fine Roman and the bullet had hit me, so in the dream I saved you and you were fine...like tonight. Nothing happened to you and for days I was consuming in worry and fear, but now you are here with me and alive and..." his stare and his sudden move left me breathless.

In a quick move he had pushed me on my back and he was hovering over me, his eyes burning of so many feelings that my heart felt both the need to melt for joy and sorrow. They held so much that I felt unable to find my voice for long seconds, until his lips travelled on my forehead, on my eyes, on my jaw, my lips...my neck...and they stopped. His eyes captured mine once more and then his voice enchanted me.

"Enna my angel...you almost had a dream of what happened to me," he said with dark and strained voice. "Do you understand what it does mean?"

"That we are soul mates and that we are connected," I replied without hesitation, finding my voice in a quiet murmur.

"Yes my love, we are soul mates and I..." He looked away a moment and for a moment I thought I heard him growl, sounding like a wild and very lethal beast. Once his eyes moved back to mine, my breath died in my throat. "I will never let anything like in your dream happen. Never. You have my word, Enna. You will not leave me. You will not risk your life for someone like me," he said in even darker and almost ferocious voice. I understood then that the nightmare had awakened some anger he must have kept imprisoned for long time. Anger not directed at me, but for what was happening around him, around us...anger for having met in such circumstances. "If anything would happen to you, I swear to kill whoever did it with my own hands and then to kill myself," he said with final and resolute voice, which made me gasp in horror, immediately burying my nails in his muscles, as if to tie him at me.

"Roman, don't say something like this, don't..." He silenced me with a soft and quick peck on my lips.

"Nothing will happen to you, my angel. I will protect you and I already did promise that we will always be together...I want to have a real life with you, Enna. I want to live for you and with you."

"I want the same, Roman," I whispered back, pulling his lips on mine. "I love you, Roman...I love you, I love you.."

"And I love you, my angel." My love pulled back to better stare at me and once more his eyes became two hard and resolute jewels. "I meant it before and shh...do not worry. If anything would happen, I will find you in the other world, my love, even if I have to walk through the entire hell. You are my very soul and my angel. Nothing and nobody can separate us," he concluded with determined voice and his lips this time roughly pressed on mines, leaving me breathless and in hard difficulty to keep my moans in my mouth.

His eyes and his words had completely inflamed my heart, my soul and my body...I felt like vibrating in love and desire and all I could do was to sink my fingers in his hair, staring at him silently, in a mute conversation where my soul communicated with his. He understood that I would have done the exact same. Roman was right: nothing and nobody could separate us. My body was burning at his words and the way his eyes held me, caressed my entire figure and how they seemed to devour my lips in demanding and growing desire, it all made me feel more and more feverish. I was trembling in a mess of feelings and raw, pure love and desire...I need to feel my love, but...

"If we were alone, my angel, I would take you countless times," he said in what appeared to be a controlled tone of voice, but I understood he was restraining himself with great effort.

"If we were alone, my love, I would have already asked you to posses me countless times," I murmured back on his lips and once more we fell in our palpable silence, lost in our own mute conversation.

We rested a bit longer and he finally fell asleep. I was really worried about his wound and, even though he did not feel pain, it could still open. I sat beside him quietly and then left the room to search for my dad. As expected, he was not sleeping, but sitting on a rocking chair in front of the fireplace in the living room; he was drinking something while starting at the flames slowly dancing around the logs and, when my arms went around his shoulders, my dad turned his head to me and gave me a tired smile.

"Thank you, dad," I repeated once more.

"Has he finally fallen asleep?" He only asked and I nodded my answer. He sighed and placed the mug on the floor. "That's good. That shot could have taken down a lesser man, believe me."

"You are tired, dad. Shouldn't you go to bed at least for a few hours?"

"I don't feel like sleeping, son."

"What are you thinking about?" My father looked rather serious and grave, which made me wonder if it was related to Roman.

"Nothing in particular, Enna. Something just surfaced my memories and I decided to make myself a strong Irish tea." His smile was now warm and immediately made me smile in response, leading my arms to hug him once more.

"You were thinking about mum?"

"That and more, but do not worry."

"You really loved her very much," I said without having to actually ask it.

"In the same way you love Roman, Enna," he replied, leaving me staring at me taken aback. "I saw the way you two gravitate around one another. I saw how he looks at you and how you look at him. Son, that man would trade his soul to the Devil for you, he would do anything for you. I just don't know how he will manage it, but I'm sure he will. Then you will have my absolute blessing, but not earlier. I hope you won't think ill of your father, Enna."

"Dad," I shook my head because I was not able to properly answer. He had not realised how in a way we already received his blessing and his support. "I love you, dad," I told him as I hugged him tightly.

"I love you, too, son." He smiled at me and got up from the chair. "I think we all need some rest. For tonight I will pretend that you are not sleeping under my roof in the same room as that man, even though I'm sure the lad doesn't sleep on the couch when he stays at your place."

"Dad!" I exclaimed trying to hide my shyness, feeling my cheeks suddenly brightening up.

"So go to sleep. I will call you when breakfast is ready." He waved his good night as he walked to the stairs, to reach his bedroom.

For a moment I stood there in front of the fire, looking at the flames slowly devouring the wood and slowly warming up the room. My mind moved on thinking what was waiting for us and a heavy feeling wrapped around my heart; I had no idea what the real problems were in Roman's organization and I felt for a moment lost as the realization of knowing pretty much nothing about that hit me once more. He told me what he could, but I still could not grasp the entirety of it. I did that somehow today, as I saw him standing in front of me injured. Had they followed him from Ukraine? Were they after him so much? Roman was not as safe as I thought.

I walked a moment to the window and my eyes looked outside, to the cold and snowy Irish country; then they closed and I knelt down, closing my hands together in a silent prayer: I prayed with all my heart to keep Roman safe, to watch over him and to really let me be his guardian angel. I had no idea what might wait for him in Kiev and the complete ignorance of the situation drove me almost crazy. I felt like crying and shouting at the same time, but I took a deep breath and told myself to hold it together. I also felt rather powerless in once more seeing there was nothing I could do to help him...to solve his problems. Everything depended on him and other factors that were completely outside my grasp.

I prayed even more to be his guardian angel, to somehow be always with me. I would gladly take a bullet for him and of this, I was certain without the smallest doubt.

ROMAN POV:

I felt Enna's steps approaching the bed and my eyes opened up immediately, searching for my angel. Hearing the nightmare he had had somehow planted a very restless feeling in my bones. If anything were to happen to my soul, I would kill the bastard with my own hands in such a slow and painful way to make him wish to commit suicide.

My angel caught my staring and a breathtaking, beautiful smile formed on his lips. I was about to devour them earlier, but I somehow found the way to control myself. First, even though I was certain of carrying nothing that could possibly endanger my Enna, I had to check if I were healthy and completely clean. I have spent a life so far that was very far from being clean and without shadows.

During my very first years in the organization, for a short while the sudden power I had in my hands blinded and confused me, being a young and reckless brat. Women, money and everything a very green punk would wish for was there for me and I didn't even need to ask many times to get it. But then I soon matured, because I had to. Power brought responsibilities and responsibilities honed my sense of duty, my resolution and my abilities. I soon became the Roman that everyone feared and respected, that never failed a task and his boss. It was a different kind of power and it was darker and more intoxicating of what experienced in my early years. It was a power I created on my own.

"Did I wake you up, Roman? Forgive me," he said with his musical voice, making me feel as if prisoner of his spell. Enna was indeed beautiful and every time my eyes rested on his figure, every time they captured his sweet and tender smiles, I always felt like being captured by it. I always asked myself how I could deserve such an angel.

"You did not wake me up; I only needed a bit of rest." As I looked at him, my eyes stopped a moment on the picture portraying him with his mother. He caught my look and I apologised, because it seemed to me that I was intruding some place where I should still not walk. "Forgive me, Enna. I did not mean to..." He placed a slender finger on my lips.

"Don't say that, please." He turned to the drawer and pulled out a photo album. "I wanted to show you how my mother looked like for long time already," he said placing a picture in my hands.

"She looks like you and your sister," I simply said. The woman in the photo was indeed beautiful, with pale skin and very light, blonde hair. Her eyes were of a different shade of Enna and also the shape of her nose and brows was slightly more angular than his, but you could see the great resemblance. As you could see Enna's family sure had been a very happy and united family; it still was without doubt. "She was very beautiful," I said in a very respectful tone and I witnessed how my angel's eyes for a brief moment veiled with controlled tears.

I did not comprehend such feeling, because I never wanted to look for my real parents. They did not want me and they had discarded me, thus it was something almost impossible to understand, but looking at my love, I could feel his sadness.

"I think that she would have liked you very much," he said looking at me with a pure smile.

"I doubt that, angel," I gently replied, but he shook his head and caressed my face with his light touch.

"I have none, Roman. My mother would have liked you, without doubts, believe me." I solely smiled at those words and realised how he had already welcomed me in his family. How also his father had already done the same, in his own way.

Yes, I indeed wished to live a real and normal life beside this angel. I had no idea how it would feel for a man like me to give up my power and the feared respect I had gained, but I knew I didn't want to lose Enna. There was no doubt I had to make a drastic choice, because a person like my angel could never live a life like I did, nor could possibly be involved in such dark world. I never thought that a man like me could be able to have such normal and common wish: a peaceful life beside your soul mate. I was aware it was not going to be easy and without issues.

I pulled Enna down on the bed with me and we talked for some other time, until he completely fell asleep. I waited for an hour or so, watching over his sleep, ready to chase any nightmare away, also to make sure he was really sleeping; then I moved from the bed and walked to the living room. Eamon was already moving around the house and when he caught sight of me, he came over to talk.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel good, thank you," I answered inclining my head and he shook his.

"Rest down more, and then you can leave to your...business. But first wait for Enna or wake him up, don't disappear from him."

"I do not plan to disappear without telling him." He nodded and went to walk away, but I stopped him. "You do have a mobile phone, yes?"

"Why?" He immediately asked.

"I give you my number. We did talk about that problem and if something happens, call me." There wasn't need to add much more, because Eamon understood me immediately.

"Yes, I will, and no need to tell you that I will never save your number in my phone."

Indeed, he had understood me very well.

I walked back to Enna's room and lay down beside him, making sure to gain all my energies back. There still was a lot of work to do and I needed more information before returning to Kiev; while my angel peacefully slept at my side, my brain carefully elaborated all pieces of information gathered during my days in Ireland, connecting them with what Anton had told me about. I hoped he was all in one piece and safe, because I had a feeling that we might not be able to avoid a war. I needed to understand if that big dealer was involved for real or not, and if he were, until where he had stepped. I had to hunt one of his minions down and make the bastard talk, because for now getting closer to that man was out of discussion. It would mean too much unnecessary risk.

I ate breakfast in the company of Enna and his father, but I remained here to rest longer while Eamon drove Enna back to Dublin. It was not prudent to drive back with them, because I wanted to avoid to be seen in his company, especially after having discovered that his friend Cillian was involved in such deep shit. I had no idea how he could have reacted or what he might have done seeing us together, so I told Enna that we would meet in Dublin when it was safe and after having searched for more information, detail that I did not share with my angel.

He could not be involved and, despite the fact it cost me great effort to let him go back to his place, feeling something alerting my senses, I had to do it. Enna had a job and a life there, he had friends and one of them was a bastard that I had to decide how to deal with. I wished I could simply end his life and be done with this, but of course it was not the solution to adopt in this case. He hadn't done anything wrong against Enna so far and I would never do anything to hurt my love, but...but if the bastard dared to endanger my angel, he had very little numbered living days.

A couple of days passed and it was not easy to find where those vermin crawled around, because I suspected that everyone had been informed of the death of that little rat. I had no doubt about it and I considered calling Anton to enquire about the boss, given he had not called me in the past days. Either everything was the usual, or something fucked it up. I spent an entire afternoon in my hotel's room trying to plan the best strategy, but I needed to first find the right prey. An idea seemed to dance in my mind, but it was not a plan without potential and explosive risk; I had to weight all the options down, because a few days were left for me to stay here in Ireland and I had to spend them in the most effective way.

I walked to the bathroom and took a shower, and the thought of Enna completely invaded me. We had very little time to spend together and I did not know when it would be possible to be back to Dublin again after going back to Kiev. I doubted it would be any time soon. The water fell warm on my body and my mind elaborated more information. I had to see Enna. I had a strange feeling in my guts and it pushed me to see my angel. Therefore I showered quickly and then waited for him to finish work. I followed him from a certain distance and let him walk inside his building; after a few minutes I rang his doorbell. He replied with uncertain voice, until he realised it was me.

"My angel please just open the main door to let me in, but do not come out."

"Yes, I just opened it now."

I walked the stairs making sure no one was around and then crossed the threshold of his door, closing it behind me. As soon as the door was closed, Enna threw his arms around me, for then pulling back.

"Roman, I just hugged you without thinking twice about your shoulder. I'm so sorry, how is it? Does it hurt? Are you OK?" I smiled at his sudden and quick questions and observed his hair. He wore it pulled back in some intricate tress and for a moment I did not reply to him, wanting to free his hair. As my fingers worked on it, I heard him levelling his breathing, his hands now carefully resting on my sides. "How do you feel, Roman?" My angel whispered very close to me and his scent intoxicated me.

"I am good, Enna. My shoulder is good and please, do not worry, do not say sorry. It was a small issue for me." I meant it, because in the past few days I had rested my shoulder and then moved it doing some specific exercises I have been told when I had been stabbed on my other shoulder. The doctor of the prison suggested me a couple of exercises to have it back normal faster and it worked very well, since the man that dared to backstab me had encountered his death by my own hands. "Enna...I love the smell of your hair and of your skin," I told him, hearing my voice growing darker and huskier. My hand buried in his blonde head and he closed his eyes, savouring my touch. A very quiet purr left his mouth as my other hand moved from his back to his perfectly round ass. "Enna, I want you."

His beautiful blue eyes disclosed for me in one of his most seductive and alluring smiles, making his lips stand out red and glossy in a rather dangerous and sinful way. I gently pushed him against the wall, having both hands grabbing his ass, pressing my hardness against his. I hissed in pure and overwhelming pleasure when Enna let his lips toy with my neck and jaw; I could feel his taunting smile on my burning skin, his voice whispering me words that were about to tear my control in pieces.

"Roman," he hummed on my ear, teasing it with the tip of his warm tongue. "I need to shower first, so, why don't you keep me company while I wash?" He pulled back and gifted me with the most tempting smile I have ever seen on his angelic face. In these moments, Enna was my dark and sinful angel and I loved this side of him.

"As you wish, my angel." I pulled him up in my arms and carried him to his bathroom, where I took my time to undress him, savouring the incredible view of his perfect naked body. "You are so beautiful, Enna."

He undressed me completely and his hand closed around my erection, slowly moving it up and down, never leaving my eyes and never ceasing to smile in that wicked way. I tried to move his hand away, for the reason I did not feel I deserved his very intimate and naked, direct touch, but he insisted and in a matter of few seconds, I heard myself letting out a powerful growl of pleasure. I blocked his arms by grabbing his wrists, always gently and never harshly, but surely resolute. We exchanged a heated and charged look, feeling our souls calling for each other, feeling and almost tasting our desire and need to be physically connected. My hand fisted his hair, dragging his lips a breath away from mine. He moaned loudly and I could see how hard he was. We both were. He stepped closer to me and in no time, his body was pressed on mine, making me feel his sensual and feverish skin. Like me, he was straining for his control and, like me he wanted me more than anything else.

"Roman, shower with me and then take me for hours, make me completely yours, and be completely mine...I want to feel you, Roman..." He had circled his slender arms around my neck, tiptoeing to leave apparently innocent kisses on my nose and jaw, avoiding my lips on purpose. I closed my eyes as he spoke, enhancing the pleasure and desire at higher levels. My hands grabbed his hips and in one quick move we were pressed together, our erections touching. "Ahh...Roman..." My fingers folded his perfect globes and desire almost suffocated me.

"Enna, I will make you moan my name for the entire night," I promised him and led ourselves to the shower, opening the water, suddenly falling warm on our heads, making my angel look even more alluring. "Enna, you have no idea how much I want you and how much I need you."

"Believe me, Roman...I feel in the exact same way."

We managed to take a rather quick shower, but only after having driven my angel crazy with pleasure with my mouth. It gave me an incredible wild feeling and it only increased my desire even more. We could not reach his bedroom immediately, for we both craved for each other so wildly that I ended taking Enna against the door of the bathroom, my chest pressed on his back and his wet hair dripping on my heated skin. My angel indeed moaned my name in the most tempting way, and begged me to take him more and more, harder and harder; there was nothing of innocent and virtuous in the way he commanded me to love him more, in the way his fingers locked in my hair, pulling it hard in pure pleasure, dragging my lips on his. I was dying to feel his tongue on mine, to kiss him lost in our burning passion. But, not yet.

As I had promised him, we made love for hours, loving my angel deeply and with raw need. That night, Enna simply cooked two frozen pizzas he had bought the other day, adding on it more ingredients to make it better tasting, according to his opinion. In my view, anything that he cooked and prepared for me tasted very good. We ate dinner almost naked on the couch, simply talking. My angel simply wore a pair of underwear and my shirt that looked very loose on him, but also sexy, while I simply moved around him in my underwear, wanting to feel as much of him as possible. That same feeling haunted me more and I felt as if something would soon crash down on us; I couldn't stop looking at his eyes and lips, listening to his voice.

I made him talk a lot, because I needed to hear his melodic and sweet voice caressing my damned soul. Enna asked me more particulars about my life, what had happened in prison, how I managed to survive in the streets of Kiev, how I spent part of my time when I was not involved with my business. I wished I could tell him everything about what was happening now, but of course it was out of question for now. The less he knew, the better and safer it was for him. However, once everything was over and behind me, I would explain him every single thing, because I could not bear the idea of having something unsaid or unknown between us.

After dinner, Enna tidied up dishes and such, and I helped him. This feeling of being around him in such intimate and quiet environment was intoxicating, almost a blessing delirium of senses. We touched often, simple and quick gestures, like a soft peck on the lips or neck, a quick hug or our hands only quickly touching each other. Indeed we both felt that soon we would not be together and we both knew that uncertainty about many things awaited us. As soon as tidying was over, my angel sat me on a chair in the kitchen and slowly he undressed in front of me; I swallowed down the impulse of taking him right there against the wall of the kitchen and I managed in the effort only because his eyes clearly enjoyed the view of me trying to restrain my sexual desire and because I could see how he was taking pleasure in seducing me in such slow and almost excruciating way.

"Enna," I simply said and a dark, tempting light danced in his beautiful eyes. "Come here."

I extended my hand in front of me and grabbed his, pulling him on my laps. But at first my enticing angel gave me a very wicked smile and went to remove my boxers, once more driving me insanely hard with his hand. He then suddenly stood up, showing me his perfect naked body and in a swift move, he was straddling me.

"Enna," I tried to warn him, but he whispered in my ear.

"I know my Roman...I know..." He pulled back to slowly and dangerously tease my lips with his warm tongue, and then stood up on his feet, walking to my discarded shirt and taking what we needed from its front pocket. Once more he walked back to me in his sensual and almost feline way and covered my hard and pulsing member, for then engulfing it in his mouth, sending me in a loud and feral growl, while my hands firmly grabbed his hair.

"Enna," I hissed in damning pleasure, as I felt his lips and tongue work around my covered erection. "Fuck..."

He drove me insane longer and he then slowly stood up, once more going to straddle me. We both were incredibly inflamed by our desire and the moment I entered Enna, we both began to move in a rather wild and primal way, with my hands now clawed around his ass's globes, my member penetrating my angel more and more. Enna had wrapped his arms around my neck and our foreheads touched, just like our lips, feeling our breaths and moans and growls fusing and confusing together. He threw his head back in a restrained cry of pleasure as I deepened my penetration, and in front of his expression of lost and feral pleasure, I felt my control threatening to tear apart.

"Roman...I love you...ahhh...." He cried out arching his back as I took him deeper, until his eyes met mine and I felt my restrain at its limits. I grabbed his hair and we stared at each other breathing heavy and moving our hips in a slow movement, to savour every thrust more and more. But his smile and his purred words took me on the verge of insane lust and excitement.

I stood up, still holding Enna in my hands and still being buried inside him, and in a couple of steps I moved him on the table of the kitchen, laying his back down on it. His slender legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me deeper into him; I dropped on my palms that rested beside his head. I thrust inside him more and his arms snacked around my back; we were a mere breath apart with our lips, our skins touching and feeling sleek with sweat and burning with excitement. He arched into me when my member took him deeper and harder and his mouth opened in a pleasure-filled moan.

"Roman...ahhhh....."

"Enna....fuck...I love you...."

I growled and I felt him falling down into his climax the moment I felt coming. I penetrated him more and after a long thrust, we ended breathing hard. I rested a moment my head on his chest that heaved in deep breaths, his heart still drumming fast inside. His fingers caressed my hair and his voice murmured me sweet words. My eyes closed a moment and that same haunting feeling took hold of my bones for a moment. I pulled out from Enna and disposed of everything, going then to take my angel in my arms. He hummed in content and snuggled closer to me, giggling in his tender and very sweet way.

"You were somehow even more intense than the other times," Enna said with quiet voice as we rested on his bed after a quick shower.

"Was I?" I asked in honest curiosity because I hadn't realized that before.

Every time seemed incredibly intense with my love. He nodded and I thought about what waited for me. Yes, I had probably been more intense and possessive in view of our imminent and soon temporary separation. It didn't sit well with me and it tore me inside, but there wasn't much else I could do about it. I had my duties and the boss counted on me. First I had to solve this fucking mess and avoid greater pain in the ass, and then I could concentrate on fulfilling my dream and wish to spend my life with Enna.

"I probably was, my angel," I admitted considering the entire situation. "Because I love you and because I do not want to leave you, Enna...I do not like the idea, but it's what I have to do."

"I understand you, Roman," he immediately replied and, pulling himself up to better look at me, he gifted me with the most sweet smile I have ever seen on his angelic face. "I will be here waiting for you, my love. If I could help you with something, but I know that..." I stopped him, because I had understood he had something going on in his mind.

"Please Enna, do not worry over that. I will be back and then I will tell you everything. I promise you, but no strange ideas my angel. You already did a lot for me." I gently pressed him down on the sheets and my face leaned closer to his, my lips almost caressing his glossy and soft ones. "Enna, you are my angel, my guardian angel and because of this I know I will be back to you," I confessed him my deeper thoughts and belief and in all answer my love hugged me strongly and murmured me words only meant for me.

The phone woke me in the middle of the night and I did not recognize the number, which immediately alerted me. Then, when I heard the voice on the other side, my blood for a moment froze.

"Roman it's me," said boss Boris in a quiet voice, sounding watchful. "It's about Anton."

Fuck.

Enna stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes, looking at me still drowsy. However, in a moment he grasped that something had happened and his hand immediately went to grab mine, in complete, deep silence.

"What happened to him?" I asked in my language, already knowing the answer.

"They shot him dead. They found his body at the bank of the river, completely fucked up," he said. I swallowed down once. Fuck, not Anton. Cold anger coated my veins and mind, but then a thought struck me: boss Boris was in deep danger. And whoever did that to Anton was going to pay. I knew who might be the rat that dared to shot him and dispose of his body in such way and I knew I was going to enjoy hunting him and making him pay very painfully for his deeds. He was a dead walking piece of shit.

"Are you safe?" I asked only.

"Yes, I am, do not worry," he replied, but I knew that I had to go back to Ukraine sooner than expected.

"I will be back sooner than planned, boss. I will inform you. This number is safe, right?"

"Yes, it is safe."

"Good. They will pay for him, I give you my word."

I ended the call and looked at Enna, who had already understood what I was about to say.

"You need to leave very soon, right? Sooner than expected, am I right Roman?"

"Yes, my angel," I replied placing the palm of my hand on the side of his face. "I must go back this week probably." I could see his eyes widening at my words, his throat moved as he swallowed down and then he bit his lower lip nervously, nodding at me. I pulled him closer to me. "Do not worry, Enna."

"I know," he only said and his voice sounded restrained, as if wanting to suppress the fear and worry that at once took possession of him, as if not wanting to show me how much he worried for me, not wanting to burden me. But nothing from him could ever burden me.

"When I will be back, my angel, I will kiss you for long time and I will take you many and many times without worrying about anything," I told him holding his eyes with mine.

"I will wait for you and when you are back, I will spoil you in every possible way, Roman," he murmured quietly, never breaking our eyes contact. He gifted me with another smile and I could see that Enna indeed was a very strong and determined person.

We stared at each other in silence and then he wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head on my chest. We did not sleep, but simply stayed in each other's arms until dawn came and until it was time to leave, for I had a lot of plan before leaving for Kiev.

ENNA POV – DAYS LATER:

Roman had probably left for Kiev or he was getting ready to leave. We said goodbye the morning of few days ago, after having spent the entire night together, the night when he received that call. I had a terrible feeling clawing my throat and heart, because I had no idea what was happening where he lived and I could not comprehend the menace of it entirely. I felt powerless, completely, utterly and impossibly powerless. I hated to feel in this way, because it meant I could only wait here in Dublin for his return, without having the chance to do something for him.

I drank the coffee that Priya had brought to us in the shop before, trying to mask my emotions and state of mind in the best way possible. I knew it was rather hard to hide things from my best friend and even Cillian seemed worried in general. He looked tired the other day and he had a rather strained expression on his face, making his eyes not smile in the usual bright way. When I tried to enquire about what might cause him worry, he dismissed it as simple tiredness, saying he had not slept well for days and there was a lot of research to do for an article he was working at. Somehow, it felt like Cillian, for the first time we knew each other, was lying to me. I did not press for more questions, because my friend wouldn't have said anything if he didn't feel like it.

Work had been hectic in these past days, everyone starting to feel the imminent holidays' atmosphere, everyone wanting to have new hair colour or style. I loved my work and somehow it helped to keep my mind from over-thinking. Yet...my thoughts were always directed at Roman and I wished to know what he was doing and if he were safe. It did not matter I had no idea when we would see each other again, as long as he was safe. I prayed for him every single day and always whispered at him in my mind that his guardian angel was there right beside him.

The day came to its end and we all drew a sigh of relief, because we had to work longer than expected. We really needed to discuss it with our manager, since at this rate he was going to drain us out completely; he had not the slightest idea of how to properly manage this business and it was starting to slip out of hands.

"That jerk," Priya groaned as she sat on a chair, biting into a muffin she had bought for lunch but had not the time to eat. "Honestly, we need to find a way to get rid of him."

"I agree, sweetie," Sarah exhaled, massaging her back. "If we are going to have many days like this week, we won't be able to actually properly work."

"Enna," my best friend sprang up, planting her burning eyes in front of me. "Let's go buy a lottery ticket! We need to get rich so we can buy this place and manage it ourselves."

I looked at her a moment without saying anything and then I started to giggle at her serious expression, making Sarah and Dave laugh, too.

"Oh Priya...oh dear, this was the best I have heard from you today," I said while still chuckling and she snorted at me, for then starting to laugh.

"I am just so bloody tired, Enna." I nodded at her because we all shared the same feelings.

"Well, why not? We can buy a ticket each and give it a try. It sure will not hurt us," I admitted, while my finger played with a lock of hair. I froze there, as the image of Roman telling me how much he loved the smell of my hair danced vivid in front of my eyes. I kept my smile on by sheer luck, willing my face to look normal. Sarah commented on my words and that saved me. I looked away a moment, pretending to search for something in my backpack and I felt ridiculous. I had to stop worrying this much, because it was not going to bring any good to my Roman. I had to wait for him...wait for him and then we could finally have the life together that both of us wished more than anything else.

"Alright babes, time to go. Who's up for a drink?" Priya asked and I decided to join them, as dinner and one cocktail in their company was definitely what I needed.

The snow silently had fallen on the city and I decided to walk home, because the night was beautiful. It had stopped and, even though the sky was clear of clouds, no stars shun in the darkness of the night; I wrapped my scarf tighter around me because the cold was pungent and it bit into my bones, making me shiver. The streets were quiet and nobody was around, because, I wondered, who would be around with such cold? I should have called for a taxi after all and I was probably still on time. I felt very tired and we stayed in that club longer than expected.

I should have definitely called for a taxi and not think I could actually walk the entire way home. How ridiculous of me! I stopped to search for my phone in my backpack and then my blood completely turned into cold ice as my heart died in my throat. A hand grabbed my arm and my body immediately recognized it did not belong to Roman. I swallowed down and grabbed something in my bag ready to hit him if I had to.

Not him...not him now.

"Enna, we finally meet again," Michael's voice hissed too close to my ears and I almost felt like throwing up. I immediately moved back, but he did not let go of my arm. "Where do you think you are going, Enna?"

"Let go, Michael," I ordered him. "Let go or I will call the police."

He let out a sly and unnerving dry laugh. His hand moved fast, but this time I saw it before it hit me. I stepped to the side in time to avoid a slap that would have probably rendered me unconscious.

"Your bastard will not come to save you, because I can see you are alone. I have followed you for a while. You didn't see me in that club, did you?"

His words completely froze me and I felt as if my feet had been nailed to the ground, my legs unable to move. My heart slowly began to beat and soon its beating became so strong that I could almost hear it. I looked at Michael and felt a disgusting taste slowly crawling up my throat, almost suffocating me. I was breathing hard and...he approached me.

No.

No, I would not let fear have the best of me.

No, I would not let him have his ways.

I jerked my arm free somehow and hit him on the face with my bag with all the strength I had, for then going to run away. I ran as fast as I could, hearing him cursing my name in every possible vicious way. He threw at me every possible insult he could think of, but I simply ran faster and faster, feeling my lungs burn for the cold air. I ran...more...more...until...until he caught me. He snatched my arm and threw me on the ground. I repressed a cry, trying to immediately react.

No...he was not going to touch me.

I would not...

I stood up feeling dizzy, because the impact with the ground had been violent. Michael was strong and I had forgotten about that. Until now. I pushed him away, but sadistic and sick anger was now burning in him and his reactions were more vicious. He slapped me so hard that I fell back once more, my eyes darkening for a moment. The metallic taste of blood invaded my mouth and I could see it spilling on my hand, as I held my face.

"Enna, you whore will be mine and no fucking bastard will come to save you, you hear me?"

I did not let him finish his sentence, for I sprang up and hastily tried to think what to do. My phone...I had to use my phone and...

Something hit me on the head and last thing I remembered was a harsh pain that irradiated through all my head.

Then...darkness.

ROMAN POV:

A dark feeling haunted me for days, but when I checked on Enna, he was good. My angel was safely working, in the company of his colleagues. However, a couple of days passed and the feeling did not leave me. I was ready to leave and I had found an earlier ticket, planning how to move once back in Kiev. Shit...the little information I had been able to gather in these past days helped of some degree, but it only left two extra useless corpses buried in the cold Irish country and more proofs that that woman was behind everything. However, we were still dancing on the edge of a knife and I had to repay that sly bastard for having betrayed Anton in such low way.

My phone rang and it brought me back from my scheming. I looked at the number and I did not recognize it at first; yet, those numbers immediately became known, and I silently cursed in my mind as the voice on the other side spoke.

"Enna is not with you, am I right?"

"No," I simply replied and he swore on the phone. "What happened?"

My entire body halted at his following words and then, I felt that cold, calculated and killing rage slowly taking possession of every cell of my body.

"We cannot find him and he has not answered on his phone for an entire day. This is not a normal behaviour for him," Eamon explained while his voice almost shook for the worry. "We were supposed to meet today."

"Did you call the police?" I asked.

"Not yet, because.."

"Good," I interrupted him. "Leave it to me. Whoever did dare to touch him is a dead. You have my word."

I already knew who the soon to be dead bastard was and I smashed the mirror in the room with my fist. Only one piece of trash was so obsessed with my love to reach the point of kidnapping him. Only that vermin that I would soon kill with my own bare hands. I should have hunted him down before something like this happened...I should have...no time to waste about what should have been done.

That piece of shit had his hours numbered and I would enjoy to issue him a very painful death. I quickly planned how to move, what to do in order to find my Enna before that bastard would dare to...my entire body vibrated in hard to control ire, as I prayed with all my heart and soul that nothing had happened to my angel yet. If he had dared to only touch a hair of Enna...

"Where are you now?" I enquired.

"At his place."

"Wait for me there," I ordered. "Do not worry. I will not let anything happen to my angel."

Author's chit-chat:

So dear all, who expected this? What do you think will happen with Enna? Will Roman find him on time? Any thoughts?

What about the figure of Anya? How did you like her?

This story is something rather challenging but it gives me the chance to explore new nuances and new personalities, to intricate their stories...I hope you enjoy it.

Let me thank you all for your wonderful support! You are incredible :)

Once more: stay tuned, because I will update "Loving you is Forbidden" in a couple of days!

Lots of love, magic and Meows!

-TheWitchAndTheCat-