Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Lies. So much of it was lies.
“It’s time we left,” Liam said. “Alex has been through enough over the last couple of days. It’s time for her to heal.”
“This isn’t over,” Roman said.
“It never even begun.”
Chapter Seventeen
Two months later
“You haven’t signed the papers,” Antonio said, lifting the papers on his desk.
Roman went straight to the scotch. Blood stains still covered his hands, but he didn’t care. It had dried, and now that his job was done for the day, he needed the numbing silence alcohol granted him.
Two months.
It had been two months since he last saw his wife, and it was all because of Liam. Her fucking meddling father. The evil bastard.
Swigging back the shot of hard whiskey, he then poured himself a second. After downing that, he finally turned to the divorce papers he’d left out on his desk. He’d been served them two weeks after the showdown with Phillip. His father had presented them to him.
From what he’d been told, Liam and Lucas had come to an agreement. An understanding. There would be no bloodshed providing Roman stayed away from Alex. The kids were given to Alex, and she would adopt them herself. In return, Liam would provide the relevant resources to deal with all of Greco’s enemies. Help with their drug and gun side business, and offered also an outlet to distribute as well.
It all sounded so nice and neat, and peaceful.
Lucas told him to sign the papers and that he’d have another wife lined up for him soon.
Roman refused. Alex was his wife.
Besides, there was always a risk she could be pregnant. He wasn’t being an asshole, but he considered all the times he’d fucked her, and it wasn’t a lot, but it only took one time. He hadn’t used a condom.
He hadn’t used anything. He’d felt her precious virgin pussy wrapped around his dick, and he had spilled his fertile spunk inside her.
Roman didn’t know how much time he had to wait, but he was hoping soon. Refusing to give his father the papers was causing some issues. He didn’t want a proper wife. He wanted Alex back.
“Great detective work.” Roman placed his fingers to his forehead and saluted him.
“Don’t be a dick,” Cash said. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh, come on, it’s because I’m a dick I’m in my home, alone.” The same home he’d shared with Alex for a few weeks. They had divided their time between this house and his apartment.
The pillow still smelled like her, and there were times when he was a little lost, when he grabbed it and sniffed. He was turning into a fucking pussy.
“You need to sign these papers,” Antonio said. “Your dad is going to get pissed, and I know Liam’s not happy about it either.”
Roman frowned and looked toward Antonio. He saw him mutter under his breath as he closed his eyes.
“How do you know that?”
“Liam’s her father, of course, he’s going to be pissed.”
“But how do you know that?” Roman advanced toward his friend. “You’d only know that for sure if you’ve … seen him.”
“Roman, come on, we’re not the enemy,” Marlo said.
“You’ve seen Liam, haven’t you?”
Antonio’s jaw clenched, and Roman slammed his fist against his friend’s gut.
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Marlo and Cash got out of their chairs, but Antonio held his hand up as if to tell them he was okay. He let out a cough, and Roman was more than happy to punch him again.
“Yes, I’ve seen him.”
“Alex?”
“Shit,” Antonio said.
Another fist to the gut. He went to hit him again, but Antonio shoved him hard and quickly put distance between them.
Roman was already up on his feet. He was an expert in dealing with pain, and staring at his friend, his enemy, he was ready to go a hundred rounds with him if he had to.
“Yes, I’ve seen Liam and I’ve seen Alex. I’ve seen all the kids as well.”
He’d been banned from seeing the kids, and Roman hated to admit how much he missed the little shits. The cock-blocking, moaning, constantly-eating, and saying-dumb-shit little kids he wanted to protect as well.
“Have you?” he asked, looking to Marlo.
He shook his head.
“What about you?” This time he looked at Cash.
“No, man, I haven’t.”
“Mr. Greco asked me, okay? He asked me to be the peace offering for us.”
“What did you do?” Roman asked.
“I … I helped Alex pick out a car that will help her take the kids to school. They’re already going to a school now. She had them enrolled within weeks of her moving to the house. The signs have all been taken down, and it is no longer registered as an orphanage.” Antonio dropped his hands.
“You took them to school?”
“No, I took her to go and find a decent van or a bus. She settled on a mini-bus. One that will take fifteen. Alex is training to drive it. Millie already has the right licenses to drive it. Turns out before going to work for Liam, she was a school bus driver.”