Before I Fall

Chapter Fifty-seven

The valet brought Seven's car right at her feet. Morgan concluded that she wouldn't be leaving with Seven tonight when felt the tugging on her arm. She tried to remove it from his grip but he wouldn't relent. Roman wasn't one to be messed with, his temper was unpredictable and unmatched. She reluctantly allowed him to pull her along while she cussed under her breath but she was pretty sure he heard every word she said. They had left on bad terms the last time they were this close to each other and now he'd come to finish the job after regaining his strength. Just her luck!

They walked approximately thirty meters to the next car behind Seven's where a tall, slender man with a ghostly face stood beside the door of a chrome, ultra-luxury limousine that glistened even in the dark night. It was the first time she'd ever seen one and even in her current entrapment, Morgan was very eager to see the inside. The chauffeur opened the door as the couple approached and gave a slight bow of the head to Roman.

"Get in." Roman growled then pushed her towards the vehicle.

Morgan whipped her head around to stare at him in anger but his blank stare gave away no emotion. Still, she knew he would fling her in the car by the hem of her dress if he had to, so she reluctantly but daintily entered the car. She noted that her bottom was immediately cushioned by the soft seat while she fixed her trailing sleeves. Morgan caught sight of another parallel seat to where she was and quickly moved across and over and into the corner where she could be as far away from Roman. The entire car was spacious and the lighting a dull purplish-blue and intimate, Roman would need half of it for his big head alone Morgan thought. The entire roof all the way back to the trunk was a thick tinted glass and Morgan could make out the tiny droplets of water falling on it. The partition between them and the driver was already up which meant that the driver wouldn't hear a thing when Roman killed her.

Speaking of the devil, Morgan could hear Roman talking in a strange language then he removed his coat and gave it to his driver, along with the book he'd been reading. Morgan watched as he entered the car and sat down, immediately connecting his eyes with hers when the driver close the door. The tension between them was thick and suffocating so Morgan was happy when someone frantically tapped on the window. It gave her the chance to avert her eyes to see a woman, one of the escorts Roman had taken to the gala. Morgan had recognized her as the black haired beauty that Roman had taken to the Federation and the restaurant before. He exhaled through his nose heavily in what Morgan would assume was annoyance, then pressed the button to bring down the window.

"Master, how are we supposed to get home if you leave?" For someone as beautiful as she was, her voice was too high pitched. It certainly annoyed Morgan.

The woman's searching eyes caught sight of her sitting in the car and Morgan decided to be naughty and gave her a little wave to say 'Hey bitch, I'm stealing your man for tonight.' The blazing fire in the woman's eye informed Morgan that she understood the message and was not pleased. However, Roman's deep voice interrupted their own little battle and her sad eyes went back to him.

"I don't know and I don't care but you better be there by morning." His stern warning to the young woman even shook Morgan to her core. What would he do if his whores weren't home in time? Would he kill them? Of course he would, he was a monster!

The car drove off almost instantly, leaving the poor woman and her friends stranded and Roman wound up the window again, sealing the both of them inside the car. Morgan adjusted herself properly on the seat and looked out the window next to her. She was finally leaving Mignon's clutches, though not with the savior she wanted, but she'd find a way to escape from him too. The things that were done to her in that dungeon haunted her every waking minute and the blood she licked from her fingers after killing that young servant girl still turned her stomach. She was a murderer now. She was no better than the man sitting across from her.