He pants loudly from behind me.
One arm is slung across my waist gripping my hip.
The other hand grasping mine in a hard lock.
In his hand grasping mine a ring.
A token of his love, but not for me.
"I love you" His voice still sends chills down m...
When I woke up in the morning, I could already tell the switch in Rome's normal attitude towards me. He was extra possessive and hands on. A hand had to be touching me at all times and his eyes stayed searching for possible threats.
His actions actually brought me peace of mind and didn't bother me. It was obvious someone wanted me killed and Michail, the man the boy mentioned was no other then the Russian mafia boss. If what the boy said is true involving his son, his son had to be one of the men that raped me that night.
I tuck myself closer into Romes side in the car as his arm is slung over my shoulders pulling me in closer. We were in a separate car with Robert and Marco my personal guards. Rome wasn't kidding when he said they were to follow me everywhere. They were my own personal shadows.
The others took a separate car to the plane where we would head back to New York.
"We're here boss." Robert, my favorite of the brothers says.
Rome nods pulling on his thick black shades and steps out the car. He quickly extends a hand for me to take as I walk out. Robert and Marco follow closely behind as we enter the big private jet plane.
The others were all already situated in there seats. I was quickly surprised as Rome walks past Giselle and takes a seat in the back pulling me next to him. By Giselle's reaction she was equally surprised.
He motions for Robert and Marco to sit off to the side before calling out to Donte and Antonio "come sit here." He points to the seats in front of us.
As they walk over to the seats, Rome grabs my ankles situating my legs in his lap rubbing the bare legs. I look over and see Giselle glaring at me and stare directly back in her eyes till she looks away.
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"Tell me what you know." Romes voice is husky as he lights a joint, the plane taking off.
"Michail Ignor is in his mid 50's. He has been The Russian boss for 21 years now. His son is Ivan Ignor and he will be taking over any day now. His son is arrogant and messy. There has been rumors of hope that someone takes the boy out so the second in command Rufus takes over. Unlike Ivan, Michail is viscous and tactical and has been known for his skill in leading the Russian mafia." Donte finishes staring at Rome in the eyes respectfully.
"Where was Ivan the night of the attack." Rome states taking another puff.
"We don't know yet sir." Antonio chimes in.
Rome pulls the blunt away from his lips "I asked you to find out so fucking find out." He snarls angrily.
"Of course sir." Antonio bends his head.
"One other thing sir, the boy is alive and well. He will be where you instructed by the time you get home today." Donte adds again.
Rome nods and just flicks a finger towards them moving them away. His fingers tickle the skin on my outer thigh so I slap his hand jokingly.
