Cosa Nostra

The Party

It had been a week since Roman had met Lana Godwin and he still couldn't get her out of his mind. She was literally all he thought about. Her face was the one he saw when he closed his eyes at night. And there were moments when he thought he heard her voice.

Roman was convinced he was going crazy.

No female had ever done that to him. Then again no female he'd ever laid eyes on looked anything like her. Lana Godwin's beauty was unlike any other.

"I need to get laid." Roman said out loud.

"You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" Sasha asked.

Roman sighed deeply. "I can't tell you about a moment where I haven't thought about her since I met her."

"You know where she lives." Sasha said, handing him a beer.

Roman opened the beer bottle and nearly downed the whole thing in one sip. "I can't just show up, Sasha. Besides, she told me she never wanted to see me again."

"Maybe she didn't mean it. Maybe--" A knock on the door cut Sasha off.

Roman and Sasha exchanged glances before Roman walked off to open the door. He could count on one hand the number of people who knew where he lived. Plus, he wasn't expecting anyone.

He opened the door and found Nikolai's right hand man standing there holding a black envelope in his hand which he extended towards Roman. "What's this, Mikkel?"

"An invitation. Father went on and on about how important it is you be there." Mikkel explained as Roman opened the envelope. "The invitation extends to Viktor and Sasha of course."

"I'm flattered." Sasha called out from the kitchen.

"What's the occasion?" Roman asked Mikkel, even though it was on the invitation.

"Igor." Mikkel told him. "Also, Kristoff needed to find his girls work. Father is paying them quite a lot for entertaining his guests tonight."

"Tell Father we'll be there." Roman ordered.

Lana is one of Kristoff's girls.

Mikkel nodded his head and began to walk off. He stopped and turned back to look at Roman. "And don't forget to invite Viktor. Father requests the presence of the Unholy Trinity."

"Understood." Roman told him then shut the door. He turned and walked to the kitchen where Sasha was. Roman finished his beer. "Looks like we're going to a party."

"Do you ever regret coming back?" Sasha asked, taking a sip of his beer. The direction of the conversation took Roman by surprise. "You were out, man. You could have stayed out."

"I couldn't live without it, Sasha. Nothing ever felt right, you know? I felt like I was missing a part of me. I simply didn't feel like myself ." Roman confessed.

Sasha chuckled. "They really fucked us up, didn't they?"

"Sure did." Roman chuckled as well. "Do you ever wonder what for?"

"No. I don't have good memories of that place. I rather not think of my time there." Sasha said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "We're free, Wolf. The fucked up part is that we could have been anything and we ended up being exactly what they trained us to be."

"It's not our fault."

"Do you even know at what point you stopped being bothered by what you do for a living?" Sasha asked, taking another sip. "I mean, at what point were you able to sleep again?"

Roman looked away from Sasha. "I don't sleep."

Sasha sighed. "Go get ready. I'm going home. I'll meet you there."