Book 2 of the 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 series
{Duology}
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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘.
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚.
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𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎 got tricked once, but she vowed never to be fooled...
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One month later – February
"Don't hate me," I said to Roman.
"What did you do?" he side-eyed me in the elevator, the wheelchair long forgotten now. Let's talk about being petty. He threw the wheelchair in the lake at the back of the house the moment Alessandro gave him the okay to walk again. I watched the whole ordeal from the patio along with the rest of my family. I hadn't laughed so much in my life. Wheelchair vs Mafia don... 0-1
"Nooo, you are supposed to say, 'I could never hate you.'"
"You little schemer," he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the elevator wall. "You're always up to something. You even plan things in your sleep. So spill it—what did you do this time?"
"I may or may not have done something," I admitted and Rosalyn who was with us in the elevator looked amused.
His eyes narrowed. "Define 'something.'"
"Why do you always assume it's bad?" I shot back, feigning offense.
"Because every time you say that, it's bad," he said bluntly. "Or expensive. Usually both."
I crossed my arms, giving him my best innocent little sister face. "Not this time. This time it's different. You'll like it."
He rubbed his temples. "Why do I feel like whatever you did is going to stress me out even more?"
"You're so dramatic," I said, rolling my eyes. "You're almost thirty, old man. You need to learn to relax."
His head snapped up, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Who are you calling old?"
"You, obviously," I said with a smirk. "Don't take it so personally—it's just the truth."
He opened his mouth to argue, but Rosalyn's laugh cut him off. Roman turned to glare at her instead, and I immediately stepped in.
"Don't even start," I said, pointing a finger at him. "She didn't say anything wrong."
"She didn't have to," he muttered. "You're bad enough for both of you."
I grinned. "Aw, thanks! Now come on, I want to show you something."
The elevator dinged, and I practically dragged him toward the garage doors. "Close your eyes."
He stopped dead in his tracks. "Absolutely not."
"Roman," I said, spinning around to face him, "I'm serious. It's a surprise!"
"Every time you say that, I end up regretting it."
"Just trust me, okay?" I said, exasperated.
He sighed heavily, muttering something about me being impossible, but he closed his eyes and Rosalyn opened the doors. I led him through the doors, grinning as I watched the anticipation build.
