Hello dear all :-) Today I am updating this story and probably tomorrow I'll update something else, hope you'll be happy about it.

This is a chapter that starts with an external POV, which is basically the author, me, describing from outside and letting you know how things are from a different perspective and then we have more action into Roman. Hope you'll enjoy it, let me know with your comments! Thank you so much for the love you are showing for this story... it's simply amazing!

On the right a picture of CILLIAN (ENNA's BEST FRIEND)  --> Kit Harington

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Now, leave you to this new chapter.

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EXTERNAL POV

Roman closed the door of the apartment behind his back and silently walked down the stairs, making sure no one was around. It was early in the morning, but people might be already awaken and therefore he took extra care in acting silent and guarded as usual, making sure nobody would see him exiting the building where Enna lived.

He sighed silently and let out a mute breath and then, without looking back because that would mean further guilt and regret and pain, he walked away and decided to go for some small alleys and after walking for an hour and having changed completely area, he stopped in a shop to get a coffee. While drinking the hot liquid his thoughts helplessly ran to that ethereal and beautiful creature, that angel. Enna.

Roman felt something inside him scream and twist, but he firmly ordered himself to ignore it.

Last night he committed a rather dangerous mistake, in involving someone like that angel with himself and risking compromising the whole business he came here for. He gulped down the coffee and reprimanded his own unforgivable behaviour and vowed to never let emotions and feelings rule his mind and blood ever again. He sure kept sharp last night, that was true and he would have noticed Mikhail in case he showed up, but that wasn’t an excuse to justify what he had done.

He had to swallow down the sudden rush of anger burning his veins.

Enna was in his mind, in his blood, in his heart, in his dark and ruined soul...Enna had become part of him and he could not let go of that thought. Why someone like that angel had to exist and cross his path? And why couldn’t he contain his desire last night? Simply thinking about that man’s fair skin and the way his eyes and lips smiled he felt burning. Those lips...those glossy and inviting lips.

“I should have tasted them”. This was his thought.

“Yes, I should have tasted, because I will never see him again and never get to know how they feel”. This was his other thought.

But Roman was a man of his word and a man that never let his urges confuse him. Almost, he would say.

But last night he perfectly knew it wasn’t just about urges and desire and mere lust. Oh no, there was so much more than just the momentary craving for sex or for taking Enna for hours and hours, losing his mind in that man’s moans and sensual motions, the way his body shifted and curved under his touch and penetration.

Yes, there was so much.

Roman had felt a pull, he had felt some impossible to explain attraction that had nothing to do with physical desire. It was as if Enna had touched his soul and wrapped his long and slender fingers around it and pulled it out.

And then he had committed the most unforgivable mistake.

He spent the night with him knowing he was going to leave him and never see him again. “No, I was right in not tasting and kissing those lips. I did not deserve it and it was right in that way.” This was his other thought, because Roman had fallen in love with that angel and his soul was torn, irremediably torn and there won’t be a way to stitch it.

He paid for the coffee and walked to the closest bus stop and checked the timetable and waited for the bus.

Roman had his own duties to attend.

Enna slightly shifted in bed feeling the absence of that warm and strong body, feeling the absence of that compelling and filling aura. He didn’t dare to open his eyes, for he knew Roman had left.

He sure didn’t hear the sound of the door closing nor he heard the steps, because that was impossible; but he knew he was gone and he had no courage to open his eyes, because if he did it, he would let tears roll down. Enna knew that man wasn’t going to stay at his side and wake up with him; he had felt it in the way his fingers caressed his hair and his face, as if touching something he wasn’t allow to lay hands on.

Why he felt in that way? Who was that man?

He couldn’t forget his tattoos, especially those stars and the Virgin Mary on his chest. What they could represent? Roman of course didn’t explain, but he simply said that yes, they had a meaning.

Enna stretched his hand out and grabbed the pillow where that dangerous looking stranger had rested his head, and pulled it in his arms. Could he still call him a stranger? No, he could not call him anymore a stranger, for he felt irrationally close and tied to that man, to Roman. And he felt more than a simple and irrevocable pull.

Of course way more, because he had to make himself a laughable little immature child.

He felt love for that man.

Enna had fallen in love for Roman, deeply, foolishly and inexplicably in love and there was nothing to do about that, even though he knew he might never see him ever again.

He kept there with his eyes shut for long moments, hugging the pillow almost painfully and squeezing his eyes harder, to stop those silly tears; why he had to feel so torn and hurting? He knew what was coming when he decided to sleep with Roman and if you now would ask him those cruel and painful questions, he would say no.

Of course no.

Did he regret sleeping and giving his body to that man?

No, of course not. He would have regretted the other way.

Did he feel used?

No, for he felt something coming Roman when he held him with such intense eyes and hard, but attentive hold. And he never promised or said anything about staying and Enna knew that too well, because that was rational, that was what he understood might wait for him when wrapping his arms around Roman’s body, when staring at those eyes and telling him to take him, to possess him. Enna loved it, but even if it all seemed rational and expected ... it still hurt so much that felt as if his soul and heart had been ripped apart.

When he finally had the will to open his eyes, he saw the empty side of the bed. Enna was laying there naked and alone and a long excruciating shiver travelled his body and grasped his throat. The only evidence of the night spent with Roman was the messed up covers and sheets and his still burning body. He stood up and walked around and noticed everything else had disappeared; every little evidence, even the wrapping foil of the flavoured condoms they used. His hands hid his face before letting the tears roll down and then brought his body to the bathroom, where he needed to refresh his face; he wore a t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts he found in there and then walked back to bed.

ROMAN POV

I checked Mikhail’s timetable and knew he would work only in the morning leaving the place around two in the afternoon and knew the way he would take to go home. Yes I knew it because I had followed him last day, to make sure everything was in order and in place and to make sure he wouldn’t betray us.

Of course he would not, since he was aware of the consequences of such stupid action and not just for himself. It was business and business that meant billions here and as well power, territory and influence; it wasn’t a game, but the real shit.

The phone was quiet and had no messages, which meant that everything was fine in Kiev and I had no doubts, because Anton was there and he was the only trustworthy man in there. A shower was what I needed now, even if I couldn’t bring my body under the hot water, since it would wash away Enna’s scent on my skin, the lingering feeling of his lips on my neck and chest, of his legs tightly locked around me, rotating in accord with his hips in such way that had me going insane, of his fingers and nails scratching my tattooed flesh, of his sweet and inviting breath almost touching my lips.

My fist clenched and in a second almost smashed the mirror in the bathroom.

Almost.

I stopped it a millimetre away because it was stupid to destroy on object in the room and giving which explanation? I let the anger and pain cool down and finally set feet in the shower and closed my eyes gulping down whatever came over me when the water washed my body.

I growled and fisted my hands.

Let it go, Roman; forget about everything.

Let it go and forget about Enna.

Letting him go is the only choice and solution you have.

I washed my body and indulged a moment my fingers on the tattoos and remembered the way he touched and kissed them, the way his eyes flashed when saw them the first time. Enna wasn’t simply a dangerously beautiful, sensual, innocent, pure and angelic man; no, he was as well very clever and instinctive and he had guessed many things about me, but I knew he wouldn’t say a word about anything.

And what I’d do if he were to say something?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. I had no idea how this was possible; was it normal to fall in love in just one night? In just one look? I had no idea, since I was completely ignorant about love, as it has never been part of my life.

I turned the water off and walked out, drying off and brushing my hair on the back. I checked the phone again and no calls; I tried to think if I knew someone else here, but unfortunately I was completely outside my territory and had no contacts. The whole deal was risky and dangerous and that was why I had to get my head clear and cold about it and accomplish the mission, because the boss gave me his complete trust.

That was right, it wasn’t the time to waver and have doubts or letting personal emotions go in the way. This wasn’t me, this wasn’t the person I was, because Roman with the stars was the left hand of the strongest and most feared mafia boss of Ukraine and was his captain.

That’s who I am.

After a quick lunch I decided to walk to the city centre and sat in a rather hidden bench in the park close to the fast-food where Mikhail worked; when the time came, I walked to the street where he was going to wait for the bus and a dark smirk formed on my face when I spotted his figure there, checking the time on the timetable and on his phone.

I let him be for few seconds and then walked behind him and stopping beside him, I placed a strong and gripping hand right where the neck and collarbone met. He froze there and he took the smart decision of saying nothing.

“What a nice surprise to meet you here, Sergei.” I used his real name on purpose and spoke in my mother language.

No one was around, but better speak a not so common language anyway. He gulped and clearly trembled in front of me and no doubt my grip was painfully and menacing; I smirked at him and looked around, making him understand it was just the two of us. He swallowed another time and went to say something, but I stopped him immediately. From the look in his eyes it was clear he was not there last night and right now he was afraid I might have lost my patience. Good to know that.

“We are not going to talk here my dear friend and we are not going to talk in that club of yours, since I already wasted two nights waiting there for you and sure you cannot expect me to waste another night like that and risk for someone to recognize me.” I said with calm and cold voice, enjoying in seeing how my words made him retreat of a fraction of millimetre and gasp for air.

Not that someone would really know me here, aside Enna and his two friends and that bastard of his ex-lover, but they didn’t count as dangerous witnesses and Mikhail didn’t need to know no one here had idea who I was. Let him fear me as it was right to be; fear and respect were powerful and useful tools if applied with intelligence and in the right dose.

“Vasyl..” He began to say, but I stopped him again with a severe glare and he shut at once.

“You had me wait two nights in a row; do you like to play with fire, Sergei?”

“Please, not that name, please...”

I humourlessly laughed, very quietly, and neared my grip to his throat and his eyes went wide with dread. He knew I was capable of doing it and that I sure would not regret it; it was who I am.

“Very well, Mikhail. Let us talk and talk clearly and in peace. That club might have been a good idea, but believe me, too damn loud and crowdie. Now, what about your nice little apartment, yes? I know you live in a lovely area with a church close to your building and a park where kids like to play. Is that correct, yes?” He nodded and his face had gone so pale that for a moment I thought he would collapse. But I kept going, this was working and the more he feared me, the more he would collaborate.

“Now, I take you live alone?”

“Yes, I live alone.”

“Someone is waiting for you today or coming over?” I inquired fixing my eyes on his.

He shook his head and kept silent.

“Very well. Now listen to me carefully, Mikhail and do as I say and you’ll be free from this in no time. I will follow you at home and when I make sure no one sees me, I’ll come in and you’ll leave the door open. In this way nobody sees you with me and you’ll be fine. But you see, in this way nobody knows you are with me, all alone.” I let the subtle menace dip in his head and system and I enjoyed in seeing it worked perfectly and very fast.

“Yes, I understand and Vasyl, I’m not going to betray you, because I know you surely are here for the boss and I owe a lot to him, since he let me go from his organization.” His voice still held that subtle frightened note, but it was firm. I nodded and let go of his neck, but don’t get me wrong; this wasn’t enough for me.

I witnessed people bragging about their loyalty and about the fact they owed big deal to someone and in a matter or a second betraying the very person they had sworn loyalty to. So you see why I trusted respect and fear far better; it worked at deeper levels and human beings were such selfish creatures that the mere threaten of making them suffer unbearable sufferance and tortures, yes, worked better than anything else. Mikhail might mean what he said and I held no doubts in the sincerity of his words, but it was better to make him understand that if he even just as thought of crossing paths with me, well, it would lead to very painful and regrettable end.

“We will see about it.” I simply said.

I stepped away when I saw people walking towards the bus stop and pretended to watch the architecture of the palaces in front of me. Right, very interesting indeed. When the bus arrived, I waited to get in and sat way far from the man. Soon the rain began to pour down and it soon became hard and heavy and my eyes impassively gazed at the window, checking the reflection of Mikhail and checking everything else around me; then something stirred in me and my eyes shifted a moment away from the drops of rain rolling down the window.

I closed my eyes for a very brief moment, and in that very short instant his glance and his smile appeared in front of me and I could almost feel his sweet and consuming scent filling my sense and his gentle but tempting touch on my skin. I felt like shivering, but I controlled my body and reactions and immediately jerked my eyes open.

I really couldn’t get Enna out of my mind.

What was he doing now? How was he feeling?

I exhaled a mute breath and thought again about what happened this morning, me leaving him without saying a word or anything; I even cleaned all the evidences away, as that was my die-hard habit. Was he now feeling used and regretted what we had done? I clenched my fist at that and felt a pang of burning and painful anger hitting me. I wished with all my heart and soul for him not feeling in that way, because it sure did not mean just a night of sex for me. It meant so much more and I wish I could explain it to that angel.

But it was all behind me and there wasn’t much to do about that; I took a decision and that was the only thing to do.

Yes, that and making sure that bastard would not represent a menace and problem for my angel any more. I tried to look for something this morning, before meeting with Mikhail, but found nothing and I could not risk asking him; it would lead to questions and more and I didn’t want Enna involved with anything of the sort. I shall manage it on my own and I was sure sooner or later something will come out. I knew his name and aspect and given the watch he wore, I could tell he was a wealthy piece of garbage.

Then the idea of him going to threaten and dare to lay his filthy hands on my angel had me about to lose my mind for the sudden wave of rage. I took a couple of deep breaths to level my mood and even if my face did not show the violent chaos storming inside me, I still needed to behave in my usual way. I had sworn to stay away from Enna and have nothing to do with him, for his own good, and here I was, vibrating in mental rage at the thought of that bastard. How could I make sure Enna was well and safe without interfering with his life? I had to find the way to hunt that Michael piece of shit down.

I remembered then Enna telling me he had very good friends worrying for him and being there for him; the idea somehow helped in dissipating a bit of my suffocating feeling of anger and possession. That woman, Priya, seemed a tough and protective friend and good thing last night, before opening the gate of his building, I reminded him to send her a message. She really seemed someone capable of calling the police.

I took another silent breath and checked again on Mikhail’s reflection and I could tell he was trying his best to look natural and relax. Good, he still remembered how to properly act among common people.

After a while I caught his shadow standing up and calling the stop and also other three persons followed him and so I stood up and quietly stepped down from the bus; I looked around and the place seemed fine; Mikhail walked ahead and after giving the right time and distance, my feet followed the same direction and given no one was around or anyway simply passing by with a car, I stepped inside the building and found his apartment’s door left open. I pushed it and then closed it behind. He was standing in the living room looking rather tense and I smirked.

“So, you going to explain me why you enjoy playing with fire? Because let me tell you something, it’s not wise to let someone like me wait so long.” I asked while looking around the room and spotting a couple of pictures. I stopped in front of the fire place and then turned to stare at him and eventually sat on an armchair.

“Are you going to sit and speak or you planning to stand there the whole day? Because I have the entire day and know so many different ways to make people talk...”

He gulped and nodded; he removed his jacket and I did the same and finally sat in front of me.

“Do you want something to drink or to eat?” I shook my head. “Well, I am sorry about last night. I actually planned to go there the first, but I couldn’t and same last night. My girlfriend came over and so couldn’t leave her without an explanation and..” He realized he had just given out a really useful and dangerous piece of information.

Girlfriend.

I smirked at his dreadful expression and chuckled.

“Now I see. Very good to know indeed. Now, give me what I need.” I said with harsh and menacing tone.

“Tell me what you need, because I don’t know and I am keeping out of everything.”

“I cannot tell you in details, as I cannot trust you and by telling you it would just put in trouble, right? So what I need is little useful information about a certain drug dealer operating here in Ireland, quite the huge shot and not dirtying his hands for few thousands.” Mikhail widened his eyes and turned into ice, while his mouth hung open in clear shock.

“You cannot be serious; I have heard of him and there is no way I have info about that man. He’s way too high for me, even if I can get something, it won’t be enough and... why him?”

So this man here was really a high shot. It complicated things even more, because it wasn’t easy to get close to such men; I’ll have to think of something or work on that with Anton. The wrong move and we might end in an international war and that would be a damn fucking huge mistake.

“None of your business, Sergei.” I said his name again on purpose and he gulped. “And mind well my words. If a word about what we are talking about now leaves your mouth, believe me, you’ll wish to be dead before I find you and your precious girlfriend.”

I stood up and walked to the fire place and took in my hand a picture, having him and a girl with long reddish brown hair hugging each other.

“That’s her, correct? She’s rather pretty, must admit you have good taste. Now, if a word leaves your mouth, I’ll have you tied on a chair and forced to witness at all the things I could issue and do to your precious half and you know of I am capable of, yes?” I fixed my eyes on his and he understood I wasn’t joking. Not that I would do anything to her, but he did not need to know it and the mere threat was enough. He had worked with me once and so we were on the same page.

“Please, she knows nothing and I swear I’ll never say a word, just please leave her out. Do whatever you want to me, but not to her and I do honestly swear to keep my mouth shut. I am not an idiot and I respect you, so please..” He had shot up and grabbed my arm and I could tell from that how much that girl meant to him.

“You love this girl here?” I asked.

“Yes, I do love her.”

I stared firmly and coldly at his eyes and for the first time I understood what was going on in a person’s mind when in love.

“Then I am understood, yes?” He nodded. “Good, then I already forgot about your woman. Now, back to business, tell me what you know or at least someone that gives me some valuable info.”

He passed a hand in his hair and he looked tired. It wasn’t fair to crush into his new life and order him to get me information, that I knew; but unfortunately we were in a situation where I could care less. I had duties and priorities. Mikhail thought about that for a moment and then sat down again and I did the same.

“I honestly know almost nothing about this man. He is someone dealing with some of the biggest European country and deals only drug, no other business; I don’t think he is related to any mafia family, and I’m sure he chose Ireland because it’s one of the smallest and quietest countries and who would go look for a top notch drug lord here?” He shook his head and relaxed in the armchair, exhaling. “I may be out of this business, but you can’t help hearing things and sometimes searching for answers, you know how it works. However since I found her, I’m out hundred percent and kept my hands clean, but I might have a name useful to you.” He paused and looked at me.

“Very well and who is this person? Someone we cannot obviously trust, yes? Otherwise you wouldn’t have paused to see my reaction.” At that he cracked a small smile and nodded.

“Yes, that’s correct. He’s just a smuggler and at first we came in touch because of circumstances and I helped him out and he owes me big deal, therefore he won’t say a word about me. If he talks he’ll get in trouble in different ways, but he’s still an idiot.” It was nice to see that finally a bit of his old personality was coming out.

“That is not a problem for me; I will deal with him according the situation. How can you be sure he has what I am looking for?”

“Because he’s a small dealer and mostly operates with some thugs from Manchester in England and I heard him more than once saying something about that man you are interested in.” He looked at me and waited for my answer, as I thought about the best solution to get in touch with him.

“You know that if that guy represents a problem I might need to take care of him, right?”

He got what I meant and simply nodded.

“Good, so just give me his name and where I can find him and that’s all. I will not make your name, do not worry, and be sure after facing me he won’t dare to utter a single breath, let alone a word.” I smirked and Mikhail only muttered a “yes”.

He gave me all the necessary details and I left, but before leaving I stopped a moment and placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it rather harshly. His mouth twisted an instant, but then simply waited for me to speak.

“You will not get involved, so rest assured. As for your woman, take care of her and don’t fuck it up.”

Mikhail eyed me rather surprised and I simply turned around and walked away, but he grabbed my arm and I gave him a dark look, so he released it immediately.

“Thank you. I give you my word that you can trust me and that I will never cross your way.” My eyes searched his and they studied his face and expression. Yes, I believe he might keep his mouth shut.

“Good.” I simply said and then left.

I got all I needed and now had to find the right way to lure this low-life out and have a pleasant talk with him, but I might have an idea that was going to work just fine. Those little smugglers were overly greedy and most of time careless, therefore if he heard of a potential new client ready to pay a generous sum...yes, that was a good idea and in this way Mikhail was out of it.

Don’t get the wrong idea; I did not do it for him personally, but he provided me with valuable information and it was impossible to miss the look in his eyes when I threatened his girlfriend. He had changed life and I respected that, so no need to involve him any further in business that weren’t his and would only drag him in deep shit.

I needed someone to whisper the right word to that man’s ear and I knew in this Anton was perfect. He knew people everywhere and it would take no time to deliver the right message to the designed person in a matter of few days, without wasting energy and without risks. My friend knew how to proceed and we both were aware of the consequences if we made even the smallest error.

I looked at the time and considered to walk back to the hotel and call Anton while walking; then I decided to go for a taxi. The less I wandered out the city, the better.

And what if I were to meet Enna?

This was driving me insane; I could not let go of him and it was as feeling him constantly beside me and inside me. I couldn’t stop from thinking about him and feeling guilty for the way I left him, even though that was the right choice. But mostly, I couldn’t stop thinking about his voice, his smiles, his body, his lips, his touch...about how much the idea of not seeing him ever again was ripping me inside.

And about the fact that I wanted him safe and well and right now I could not stop worrying about him. I had to find a solution to that problem fast, very fast, because my angel had to be safe and protected.

Author's chit-chat:

How did you like the external POV? Where you expecting that from Enna? I guess most of you yes...

As we can see, the situation isn't so easy for Roman and he has to deal with many problems and to get at the head of the matter he must keep his mind cool. Will he be able to stay away from Enna? How will Enna react to everything in the coming days?

In the next chapter...we'll have Enna POV, but won't say much more about it. Going to update very soon, no worries!

Until next time xox