His Daredevil

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Important things to note: 

- This is set only a few months after His Dreamer so Roman has now turned 28.

- The Italian language is used but incorrectly I'm sure so any corrections are welcome.

- The female main character is irrational and reckless and at times you will not like her/think she's being stupid. Just giving you all a heads up when you're screaming or pulling your hair out in frustration haha! Please remember that she's a character and this book is fiction. Nothing is real. It is not to be related to the real world.

- Anything that is said about journalism and Roman's job in the FBI/with the police is made up. It is not to be related to the real world as it is all invented. This is not how it works in the real world.

Chapter One - Fired 

Elena Moretti's P.O.V.

I rest my chin on my hand as I wait for him to speak. His eyes merely skim over each page quickly with disinterest. It's driving me up the walls and I'm imagining all the ways I can kill him in my mind. But thankfully, I don't have to wait long for him to speak.

"This is garbage Elena and you know it." Wallis, my boss, throws the folder back on the desk.

I grit my teeth to stop myself from going off on him. He barely looked through it! Recently, there has been numerous murders of teen girls in New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas and Louisiana. I put it down to a serial killer case judging by the initials, D.S., that he carves into the victim's bodies and the fact that he only murders teen girls who are close to graduating.

"Wallis..." I start with a deep exhale. "There's a serial killer on the loose and you think it's garbage?!"

"I'm sick and tired of you barging into my office with no evidence –"

"The evidence is in the file that you didn't read! You always do this! You run other journalist's stories even if mine are just as good if not better!" I slam my fists on the table.

He snorts like a pig and follows it up with a scoff. "So, you're jealous! Way to be professional Elena!"

I clench the table as I seethe in red hot fury. "Wow! You're going to deflect the attention from the fact that you discriminate between employees! Nice try but it's not going to work, douche bag!"

"You're fired!"

"Fuck you, you pig-headed bastard! All you do is eat donuts and get fatter by the day! No wonder your wife divorced you! Your head is so far up your own asshole to put the company and real-life matters a priority! Fucking blind idiot! Rot in hell bitch!" I scream before grabbing the folder I had spent hours preparing last night and slamming the door shut.

Storming to my desk I pack everything up while the entire floor stares at me in silence. Rage courses through my veins as I think of the many ways I can kill that son of a bitch. Heck, I'd ask that serial killer to chop Wallis to pieces if I could! Grabbing a box, I throw my things into it before swinging my bag onto my shoulder.

Walking towards the lift, I stop before turning around and entering his office again. He's sitting in his seat with his feet up on the table and surprise surprise...eating a donut. He jumps when I let the door smack against the wall and I smirk when his precious little donut drops to the ground.