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- R O M A N - A N G E L O -

"Roman. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." Gabriel mocked me once I had entered my office, but I ignored him, moving towards my seat and sitting down on it gingerly.

"Why are you here?" I asked them once I was settled and saw them give each other a nervous glance so I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Spit it out."

"Well... First thing's first, Heather's family is looking for her everywhere..." Enzo started while I swiveled my chair towards the window, looking outside.

"Carry on."

"And someone's been leaking the location of our warehouses and your property. Several ammo's gone missing." Gabriel said and my head snapped to his, cocking to one side as I scanned him.

"Who?" I asked lowly.

"We both have a feeling its Giorgio. He seems to be loaded with money suddenly." Enzo said, making my eyes narrow into slits.

"Investigate him thoroughly. How much did he leak? And to who?" I asked them lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke.

"Ammo went missing from your main safe houses in New York and L.A. The rioting gangs were the ones who did this." Gabriel told me and I felt my blood boil.

How dare he betray me?

"Get that fucker and bring him to me. I'll deal with this shit myself. Il figlio di puttana ha appena perso la vita." (Son of a bitch just lost his life.) I muttered the last part and looked at both the men dead in the eye.

"What else?" I asked them and heard them sigh.

"You do realize what you've done by bringing her into your home?" Enzo asked me and I rolled my cigar between my fingers before taking another puff of smoke.

"Do I look like I care?" I spat and saw him shake his head slowly.

"Is she here on her own free will? Did she come here by herself last night?" Enzo asked me next and I paused for a moment, my cigar dangling from my fingers as I calculated my words.

"You didn't kidnap her did you?" Gabriel suddenly spoke, making my gaze snap to his.

"No. She blacked out so I brought her here." I told them.

"You do remember she's engaged? To Ivan Malev?" Gabriel told me like you'd speak to a child, making me clench my jaw when I hummed in response.

Don't remind me.

"And why'd you kiss her? I mean we all knew you were hooked to her the moment your eyes fell on hers but like... she's engaged.." Enzo said, snapping me back to reality when I glared at him.

"I fucking know that so stop reminding me. She can leave when she wants to and I don't want to hear a fucking word of her engagement again or I'll blow your brains out." I growled and saw the fear flash through their eyes as they stood up to leave.

"Yes Don." Gabriel and Enzo said in unison like students, making me roll my eyes at them as I stood up from my seat.

"Then leave." I gritted out and both of them shuffled out, closing the door behind them.

I walked over to the window and saw the two leaving and slowly finishing the rest of my cigarette, I looked over at my watch and noticed an hour had already gone by.

I wonder what she's doing.

I shook my head at the though of her but then realized all my thoughts recently were about her. She consumed my head all the time and I wondered if she thought of me like I did.

Something in me erupted when I remembered she had a fiancé, so she must think about him too.

But she slept next to me last night, her lips were on mine and she was currently in my clothes, in my room and would be staying with me for the next day or two, and fuck if I'll let her out of out my sight for even a second.

The thought didn't sit well with me and made me want to kill Ivan and wipe him away from existence so she would think of me, and only me.

I walked out of the office and towards the kitchen where the maids were doing their work and everyone froze at my entrance.

"Get someone to clean my room and tell Heather I'll be back in a hour or two. I have some business to take care of." I told no one in particular and saw their stiff nods before I grabbed my keys and left just as Enzo's message popped on my screen confirming Giorgio had been leaking information out.

I threw my phone onto the passenger seat and with one last look at the window of my bedroom, I drove off towards my club where I'd find the unlucky bastard to wish him his death day, so I can go back home to my blue eyed beauty.

My beauty.

- H E A T H E R - E L I A S -

As I looked longer at the books placed neatly in the bookshelf in Roman's room, the more I wanted to reach out and check one of them out. They were all classics, I'd been surprised he had time to read.

Just as I was making up my mind to reach out for one of the books, the room's door was slammed open rather dramatically, making me jump slightly at the sound.

I figured Roman had returned and went towards the door to meet him but was rather met by a girl who looked to be in her twenties, twenty four at most in a maid's uniform, staring at me with a look of disgust on her face, as I were a piece of trash.

What's her problem?

She wore a heavy amount of makeup and a shocking pink lipstick, her brown eyes criticizing me and when she looked over my attire, which wasn't much, she frowned.

"Who gave you permission to wear these clothes?" She hissed at me, making me furrow my eyebrows.

Is she really a maid?

"Uh... Roman did... Speaking of, have you seen him?" I asked her as politely and nicely as I could and saw her scoff.

"Don't wait for him sweetheart, he's gone out for business and won't be back for long. Now let me do my job, will you, you whore?" She spoke to me rather disrespectfully, making me purse my lips in annoyance as I kept my mouth shut, like I was taught to.

'Never let your anger control you', my mother had always told me and keeping her words in mind, I gave her a polite smile, making her frown.

"Of course, I'll be out of your way." I said and made my way over towards the door, hoping to explore a bit but at the last minute I turned around to look at the maid again.

"Oh, I didn't catch your name.." I trailed off looking at her expectantly and saw her eyes still on me.

"Edith." She told me, making my fake smile grow wider.

"Edith darling, if you see my dress anywhere, do get it washed, will you? Oh and my white lingerie too since Roman took them off last night and I don't really know where he threw them. I swear he can become a hungry monster sometimes." I laughed to myself a bit and saw her furious face as she huffed and stormed towards what I assumed was the closet or the bathroom.

"But don't forget to put bitches in their place and don't let anyone give you any shit" I grinned remembering my mother's next words and chuckled lowly. But just as I swung open the door, I was met with the smirking face of none other than Roman Angelo.

Oops.

"Looks like my princess can get possessive too." He remarked, drawing me closer to his body with an arm around my waist, making my whole body become hot at the contact.

"No. I just like putting bitches in their places." I corrected him, watching his smirk grow wider as he leaned down and pecked my lips just as we heard an audible gasp from behind me.

I turned around to see the same maid looking at both of us suspiciously.

I smirked at her before grabbing Roman's face with both my hands and yanking his lips to mine and kissing him, now both of his arms secured around my waist.

When I pulled away, I saw his small smirk as he pecked my nose and turned us to face the now furious and gaping maid with his arm still around my waist.

"This is Heather, and she'll stay here for as long as she wants and you along with everyone else will respect her like you do me or deal with a bullet in your heads." Roman warned and I saw the fear flash in her eyes as she nodded furiously and scurried out of the room with the laundry.

"Bullet in their heads is too far, no?" I asked him, making him shrug.

"If anyone disrespects you, you come and tell me, capisci, amore?" (Understand, love?) He asked me, making me nod in return.

"Good girl. Now tell me, have you eaten anything, are you hungry? It's almost evening." He asked me and I shook my head.

"Breakfast was quite heavy so I wasn't really hungry." I told him and saw his slight frown.

"It's been a good few hours. We don't want you getting sick, now do we? Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me downstairs and towards the kitchen, where a bunch of staff was working.

I hadn't seen anyone except for a few occasional guards or the rude maid, then where did all these people come from?

"Heather?" Roman's voice broke me out of my thoughts as I snapped my head to his and then the plate of fruits in his hand.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly and saw his lip twitch slightly as he leaned towards me.

"Don't think about me too much, hmm?" He whispered in my ear cockily, making me scoff in return.

"You wish." I said rolling my eyes playfully.

"I have a lot more things to think about than you. I have many other people in my life other than you, you know." I said grabbing a slice of apple and putting it in my mouth.

I saw his eyes darken and his jaw clench as he grabbed my waist and leaned down towards my mouth, taking a bite out of the slice of apple half hanging off my mouth.

My whole face flushed, making him smirk as he swallowed the apple, my eyes following his movements, making me gulp quite visibly.

"You will think of no one but me, princess. I'll make sure of that." He told me huskily just as his phone started ringing. He scowled before glancing at the screen then looking at me thoughtfully.

"Finish this. I'll be back in a while." He spoke before pacing a kiss on my temple and grabbing his car keys, leaving me standing with the plate of fruits in my hands.

I turned around, only to become more embarrassed realizing that the staff was watching us the whole time.

With my head low, I went back to Roman's room and got comfortable, grabbing the remote and searching Netflix for something good.

I came across the movie 365 days, and biting my lip, I really wanted to watch it for some reason. Taking a deep breath, I clicked on it and hoped no one would walk in while I was watching this.

Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

The only reason I was watching this was because of the handsome Italian actor I used to have a crush on, maybe even now.

"What are you watching?" I jumped at the accusing sound, dropping the now empty plate of fruit on the floor with a clattering sound. Thankfully it was plastic.

My eyes went towards the source of the sound and saw Roman standing in the doorway, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched me curiously.

"N-Nothing." I stuttered like an idiot, only making me more suspicions as I quickly picked up the plate from the floor and set it neatly on the table, pausing the movie that seemed to stop on the face of none other than Michele Morrone.

What a sight.

His eyes went to the screen briefly before coming back to me and boy was I thankful an intimate scene wasn't playing.

That wouldn't have ended nicely.

"Really?" He asked me accusingly and walked over to me slowly, making me back away stupidly until my legs hit the bed and I fell down on it and immediately propped myself up on my elbows.

"What were you watching, princess?" He asked me lowly, standing between my legs and making me gulp.

"365 Days." I squeaked out and saw his amused grin, making his dimples appear, making him look even more beautiful.

Is he ever ugly though?

"You into that shit?" He asked me amused and I quickly shook my head.

"I was bored so I thought of watching it because of that hot guy in the movie I keep forgetting his real name but apparently he's a mafia don and I think I have a thing for sexy and hot Italian Dons. He's also Italian by the way and his name's Massimo in the movie by the way." I rambled out, making him frown but then smirked, and then frowned again.

That is the most number of times I've seen him show any expression since he's usually expressionless and cold.

This must be a new record.

"Who the fuck is Massimo?" He growled out, making me gulp as I pointed to the television and saw him tear his dark gaze from mine and glare at the television so much I thought it'd catch fire from the intensity of his glare.

He looked back at me, and then the screen again, and then finally settled his eyes on me as he leaned down and climbed on the bed, one of legs parting mine and settling between them as he leaned towards my neck and kissed me there softly.

"So you have a thing for hot Italian Dons, hmm?" He whispered along my skin as he continued to kiss me, and I didn't stop him either.

"I guess so." I spoke breathlessly as he sucked at my neck harder making me moan lightly.

"Then you must have a thing for me, no?" He said huskily, making me frown slightly as I pushed him away. He looked at me confused while I stared at him intently.

"You're not the Don, sweetheart." I told him crossing my arms over my chest after I had sit up, making him stand up right in front of me, so that I was eye level with his stomach.

His belt was leveled with my lips and I gulped, knowing if anyone walked it would be really weird to find us in a compromising position like this.

I looked up at him and saw him smirking at me, thinking about the same thing probably as one of his hands came to my hair, grabbing it in his fist and pulling my head back.

"Now this is one compromising position, no?" He asked me, making me gulp.

"And for your information princess, I am the Don of the Italian mafia." He told me, making my eyes bulge out of my sockets.

"N-No. You're lying." I retorted back, making him hum in displeasure.

"And why would I lie to you princess?" He asked me cocking his head to the side just as the pieces started to fall together.

"They only said you were part of it so I thought you were like one of their men or something, not the literal leader." I said furrowing my eyebrows, noticing his amused grin.

"Well now you know sweetheart, so deal with it. You're the Don's little princess." He said huskily, making me gulp.

What the hell?

"I'm going to go take a very cold shower. Why don't you head to the kitchen so we can have dinner, hmm?" He asked me, making me nod almost automatically.

"Words, princess. I don't want to take this the wrong way." He told me, making my cheeks heat up.

"Yes." I spoke quickly, just as he left my hair and walked over to the bathroom.

"Wait, can I finish my movie?" I asked him and saw him stop in his tracks as his head turned to me.

"No." He glared at me, walking towards the bathroom and making me roll my eyes.

He can't stop me from ogling my crush!

Huffing, I grabbed the remote and pressed play, not caring what Roman said.

I settled onto the bed once again and with my mouth practically hanging open, watched the rest of the movie with such concentration that I didn't even hear the bathroom door opening and then slamming shut, but I did notice the remote being snatched from my hand and the television being turned off abruptly.

"What the hell?" I said and was met with a very angry Roman, only in grey sweatpants, water dripping from his hair onto his naked chest that was covered in tattoos.

Holy mother of Jesus.