My body was trembling with anger. 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 did what I did to protect her. I didn't care about people. I didn't care especially if it didn't involve me. But she was mine and I did care about getting her in my bed. I sound like an asshole, but I am one.

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

After hearing what Geraldo told me about her father being the man that killed my brother, I wanted nothing to do with her. But after hours of thinking I realized she probably doesn't know what her father did. It doesn't look like she's in contact with him. I had Colton search 5 years of her phone history.

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

"Roman." She said once again as she grabbed my arm. "Talk to me, why are you acting like that?"

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

I sighed as I faced her. She was so close to my body. I looked her up and down in her black lingerie, which was my favorite color. 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 18, innocent. Never hurt a fucking soul. But your father wanted my father's empire so bad, he killed an innocent boy for it." 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 started increasing.

"You didn't know?" I bit my tongue knowing the answer to my own question. She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"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 she stared at me sadly. "He's the one who killed your brother?"

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

"I looked you up. I read an article about your brother's death." She bit her cheek grabbing my shoulder softly "I'm so sorry Roman. I didn't know my father was that evil." She shook her head.

Why does she keep touching me? If she continues, I might just fuck her on this table. Damnit stay on task Roman.

But she's so clueless. I'm eviler than her father is. And she should know that if she looked me up, I'm all over the internet. There's no doubt she doesn't know.

"Are you afraid of me?" I whispered stepping closer to her.

She flinched at first but relaxed her body. "No." She said firmly.

"And why not." I seductively said pressing my lips on her ear which made her flinch once again.

"Because. I can see you're not the man they say you are."

"You barley know me." I whispered.

"But if you didn't care about people, you wouldn't have defended me like you did." Her beautiful brown eyes met mine.

I pulled away from her walking over to my desk. I'm not a nice man. But she thought I could be or was. She doesn't know me like she thinks she does.

"Roman." She stood up straight.

"Hmm?"

"When, or if you find my father can you figure out what really happened to my mother." She looked down at her hands. "I know her death wasn't an accident and I want him to pay for it."

I slouched back in my chair as I stared at her. "Of course, princess."

"Are you really as evil as they make you in those articles." She asked walking over to me.

"I am, Blake." I wasn't going to lie to her. "I've done plenty of evil things."

She stood in front of me. "So, if I did this, you'd hurt me."

"Do what-"

A smack went across my face. I froze looking up at her. She just fucking slapped me. Anger built up in me.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK." I yelled as I grabbed her pinning her against the wall.

"Are you going to kill me now?" She breathed heavily.

Oh, so was this all some kind of test? What was she getting at? Is she an idiot? Nobody puts their hands on me. The only reason I'm not going to kill her is because I still want her in my bed....

A sly smirk went across my face. "You have some balls princess."

If she wanted to play, we can play. I have a full game set up for her. I pressed my lips against her neck as I ran my hand up her thigh. I felt her body tremble underneath me.

I looked up at her as she had her eyes closed. She quietly moaned from my touch. I could slowly feel her body relax from my fingers trailing down her thigh.

"If you want to play, I can play too." I whispered in her ear making my voice huskier.

A quiet laugh came from her. "So, you're not as evil as I thought, just horny." She ran her hands down my chest.

"I can show you horny." I spoke.

I was about to kiss her before rapid knocks came from the door.

Fuck.

"Boss, it's important!" I heard Colton's voice yell from the door.

Without hesitation, I pulled back from Blake pulling my gun from my waist approaching the door.

"What is it?" I opened the door letting him in. It had to be something serious. He wouldn't leave his post if it wasn't.

He glanced over at Blake as she was fixing herself from our little moment. He made a questionable face at me, but I ignored it.

"What is it?" I asked again.

"Luis's men are here!" He said seriously showing me the cameras off his phone.

How stupid is that fucker to send his men here. Well, I wasn't being as smart showing my face as the owner of a popular club.

"Fuck. Has his men noticed that we're onto them?"

"Not yet, but I could notice his men from anywhere. They all have skull tattoos on their forehead." He pointed at one of them in the camera.

I looked over at Blake to see her eyes pierced on me.

"Stay here." I said to her as I looked at Colton, "Let's go."

I couldn't let her get hurt. There was a 70 percent chance there was going to be a shootout. I was either going to capture them or kill them, either way they weren't walking out of here.

"Wait." She ran over to me grabbing my wrist.

"Hmm?"

"Don't die just yet. You still owe me the money for that dance." She bit her lip with a light smirk.

I softly laughed at her joke as I walked out the room with Colton.

"Never thought you'd be soft for a woman." Colton chuckled as we approach the stairs.

"Fuck off. I'm not, I just want to fuck her." I responded.

"Sure, you do." He shook his head. "Doesn't look like that to me."

"And I didn't ask what it looked like to you." I shot back at him.

I wasn't soft for her. Or going soft for her. Hell no, I could never. Colton must've forgotten who the hell I am.

The rest of my men met me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Lure them into one of the private rooms. I don't think I want to have a shootout tonight." I looked toward my office.

"Yes sir." They all said at once heading off into the crowd.

I wasn't even thinking about all the other innocent lives in the building right now, only hers. I guess you could call me a selfish bastard.

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