Savior (BWWM)

Eight

ROMAN'S POV

My body was trembling with rage. I didn't like the fact another man was touching her, she was mine. I would've killed that son of a bitch if it wasn't for her being there.

I didn't know why I reacted that way. I didn't care about people. I didn't care especially if it didn't involve me. But Blake? She was different. She was mine. And yeah, maybe I cared about getting her into my bed more than I should. I sound like an asshole. Probably because I am one.

She followed me into my office, something I didn't expect her to do. It caught me off guard. I thought she'd be afraid of me by what I just did. Running away in fear and calling the cops. That's what most women did when they see me go bat shit crazy on someone's face. But she didn't. She followed me, like she wasn't scared at all.

And after what Geraldo told me about her father being the one who killed my brother, I should have stayed the hell away from her. I told myself I would. But after hours of thinking, I knew... she probably didn't know. Her records showed no contact with her father. I had Colton dig through five years of phone history. Nothing.

But she was going to learn today what her father did. She needed to know. I want her to know.

"Roman." Her voice was quiet, a little unsure, but steady. She reached out and touched my arm.  "Talk to me, why are you acting like that?"

I tensed from her touch. I never would've let any other woman grab me the way she has been. I hated being touched by anyone.

I didn't flinch. I just turned to face her and there she was, right up on me in that black lingerie. My favorite color. My favorite damn sin. I wanted her right now, on my desk. But I had to remember my main objective: telling her about her bastard father.

"Your father," I started not holding back. "Killed my brother. Did you know that?" I cocked my head at her. "He was eighteen. Innocent. Never hurt a soul. But your father wanted my father's empire so badly, he killed a kid to get it." I clenched my jaw. "He wasn't just my brother. He was a kid. And your old man put a bullet in him like it was nothing.." I was numb. Every time I talked about my brother, I felt pain and guilt, but now it's just numbness.

Her eyes shot up at me. She started blinking rapidly as she looked down. "He... he did-... what?" She stuttered as her breathing picked up.

"You didn't know?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. She looked at me like I'd just shattered her entire world.

"No." She sighed. "My father was never in my life. Only showed up for money and things from my mother. He wasn't around much as I was growing up." She paused as eyes heavy. "He's the one who killed your brother?"

"What do you mean by that?" I turned my head slightly studying her eyes.

She hesitated. "I looked you up," she admitted. "I read about your brother. I didn't know my father was part of it." Her hand moved up to my shoulder. "Roman, I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was that kind of man."

Why does she keep touching me? I was one second away from bending her over this desk. But I forced myself to focus. Stay on task. Don't fall into whatever this is.

She's clueless. Naive. Sweet. But if she looked me up, then she knew exactly how evil I was. The things I'd done are out there for anyone to read. So why wasn't she running?