Roman Montero and her

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Roman's POV

"I finally meet the man behind the beauty." I twirled the chair to meet his face and I smiled.

"And I have finally met the bastard I'm supposed to kill." he snarled.

"Now daddy, that's not how you talk to your soon to be son-in -law. Should I call you daddy, or it's still early? Dad will do, or maybe father? What do you think?" I asked, as I stood up as I  admired New York's beautiful skycraypers, while musing on this.

"You will neither call me that now nor ever." You could practically feel he was ready to murder me with his bare hands.

"That's sad.” I pouted, while I turned to his direction. “It would have been nice." The next thing I knew, his fist had connected with my jaw and I hit the cupboards. While I was still recovering, processing what had happened, he came back with another fist right on my stomach and I instantly fell.

Damn this guy was angry.

I felt it. Those blows will probably hinder me and it will probably make all the unnecessary parts hurt again. I haven't recovered after all. And it hurts times it's normal rate.

"That's for my daughter." he said.

Right, I guess I deserved that. I thought to myself smiling.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

“Tha...that hurts.” I struggled to say. This guy just punched me exactly where I got shot. Yea, I know I was going to get this for what I did to his daughter, but this is not how I had envisioned it. It was a whole less painful.

So I just shook my head, wiping the blood from the tip of my mouth with my thumb.

"Not used to be beaten? It just got you there gathering your thoughts?" He smiled, going to the opposite of the room to pour himself some whiskey.

"You could say that.” I stood up, holding my stomach, trying to go sit down. “But nah, I wasn't gathering my thoughts, I was thinking of ways I could kill you.” I coughed.

“But then again I thought of Kalani, and how she would want her daddy to be at our wedding and how she would want you to see our kids, and I just can't. I can't bring myself to want to kill you. Well I want too, but I can't because you matter to someone who important to me, so...” I shake my head and raised in hands on defeat.

“But it would have been nice though.” I thought to myself. “I would kill you after I have healed, because believe me, being in hospital twice within two weeks does take a toll on a person.” I said and I sat down.

“The only day you would marry my daughter is over my dead body.” you could literally see anger oozing out of him.

“Then I'm gonna have to kill you first before I find her.” I smiled.

“I would kill you before you even think of it.” he replied.

“Too bad, I have already thought of it, and I'm still alive and well, you still there, saying you would kill me, while I on the other hand, have even thought of ways to bury you.” I smirked.

“You-” he said pointing at me.

“I'm evil yes, and I'm mean I know.” I interrupted him. “But that's not what I can here for today. Pour me some will you?” I pointed at the whiskey. “I need that after what you did.” I said, shifting in my chair, trying to get comfortable.

“You should buy new comfortable chairs.” I told him. “It feels like I'm sitting in a pile of bricks.” I shifted some more.

“Would you shut up?” he said as he placed my drink in front of me, going to his sit.