“Mayra!” I yell, my voice loud enough to shake the rafters in the ceiling. I’ve had enough of this shit. Ana must know because she pulls away, jumping at my tone. She pulls the sheet tight around her body and now there’s fear in her eyes. My dick pushes against my jeans because caring for Ana or not, I’m still a bastard. The sight of her fear makes me want to control and conquer her that much more.
“Mr. Anthes?” Mayra says from the door. I turn to watc
h her freeze as her eyes go to Ana lying in my bed. Her dislike shows on her face clearly before she hides it and raises her eyes to mine.
“I told you, if you didn’t respect my woman, you were finished. Apparently you didn’t take that to heart.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Anthes.”
“Ana says you’ve been disrespecting her in private.”
“Roman,” Ana starts, but I ignore her. The controlled mask on Mayra’s face slips somewhat.
“I’ve been doing my job, Mr. Anthes. I don’t have time to cater to the whims of some—”
“My woman. That’s who she is, Mayra. She’s mine. She’s staying. I will have my ring on her hand and my child in her belly. She will be around for a long fucking time. A lot longer than you will.”
“Roman,” Ana gasps.
“Mr. Anthes,” Mayra starts. I ignore them both and instead pull off my jacket.
“Pack your things, Mayra. I want you out of this house in thirty minutes. Robert will drive you back into town. I’ll mail your severance pay. I’ll be generous though; it’s more than you deserve.”
“You can’t be serious!” Mayra protests, her face now full of hate, but now it’s not all directed at Ana.
“Deadly, and now you have three less minutes to pack than you did before.”
“Bastard!” Mayra spits at me. I grin. She looks at me, and then back at Ana. “You’ll regret it,” she snarls and then stomps out. I grab my phone and call the security detail that is on duty in the guardhouse by the gate to my estate.
“I’ve just released Mayra Baxter from employ. She has thirty minutes to leave. Have Robert waiting on her and a man on her as she walks from the house to the limo please.”
“Got it sir,” I hear right before I hang up. Ana is sitting up in bed, her face full of shock.
“Roman, I don’t think… I mean… Why would you… What are you doing?” she stutters before finally getting the only question that matters out.
“I can’t leave until Mayra is gone,” I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt. Ana’s gaze watches my every movement.
“About that, there’s still time. Maybe you could talk to her and get her… Roman! What are you doing?” she asks again, her back going straight as I unzip my pants.
“You have thirty minutes to make me forget.”
“Make you forget what?” she asks as I kick off my shoes and discard the rest of my clothes. When I’m completely naked, I walk to the other side of the bed. My dick is hard and leaning towards her. Bastard knows what he wants.
“That you thought for one minute you were leaving me,” I tell her.
“Roman.”
“Shut it, Ana,” I tell her. I palm my dick, stroking it once, slow and hard. I pull her on the bed by her leg until she’s lying crosswise. She doesn’t fight me; I think she’s still in a sort of shock. “Spread your legs wide, Ana.” I order.
She hesitates for just a second, and then slowly opens her legs wide, bracing her feet on the mattress. Her pussy is glistening. Perfect. I line up with her entrance and slam home, not even bothering with gentle. I don’t have that in me right now.
“Mine!” I growl like a fucking caveman. Ana’s arms go around me, her nails biting into my back as she stretches to find my ear so I can hear her moan of approval—and then her whisper.
“Yours, Roman. I’m yours,” she reassures me. The words calm the beast inside of me. For now.
Chapter Forty-Five
Ana
I watch from the window in the study while the lights of the limousine disappear. Watching him leave fills me with a feeling of doom. Is today the beginning of the end? He said he had to go to work, not to visit my brother, but would he tell me if he was? He promised he was just going to help him get completely sober and then he would let him go. What Allen did from there on out would be up to him.
But Roman probably won’t get that chance.
I’m sure Paul is working overtime on ways to set Roman up, especially since I have been MIA and ignoring his phone calls. Just the thought of that man and what he could be up to causes fear to fill me. I turn cold, fine sweat breaking out over my body. I’ve begged Roman to be careful and warned him that Paul will be looking to bring him down. I’ve even taken to searching the house and the limo, just in case whoever else Paul has on the inside might try to plant what I wouldn’t. I’ve not found evidence of anything going on, but that doesn’t do a lot to make me feel better. I wrap my arms around myself, my thoughts somehow chilling the whole room, unease filling me. I need to do something.
“Do you need anything, Ms. Stevens?” One of the security guys that Roman has on staff asks me. I forget his name, but then there are so many people working for Roman, there’s no way to keep them all straight.
“I’m fine. Thanks. I was just about to lie down. I seemed to have developed a headache,” I lie.
“Fine. If you need anything, you can hit the number zero on the phone. That will call security.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, watching as he leaves the room.
Once he does, I count to ten. Then I worry that’s not enough and count to ten again. Panic fills me and I worry it’s still not enough. By the time I’ve counted enough times to hit fifty, I figure I need to quit stalling. I move over to the fake ferns that are in the entry way planter along with multicolored flowers. They were so lifelike, I thought they were real—until I touched them. I guess when you have enough money, even fake flowers can look better than real ones. It takes me a little bit of digging because I buried the phone well, not wanting anyone to find it. Once I wrap my hand around it, I breathe a little easier. I get it and then start looking towards the back of the planter for the battery. It takes a few minutes to find it and then I walk to the sofa and sit down with the newly assembled phone. I stare at it a minute before turning it on. Then I dial Paul’s number and wait. It doesn’t take long—two rings.
“About fucking time. What the fuck are you doing at Anthe’s house? You know what the fucking plan is.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“Don’t be completely stupid, Ana. Did you carry out your orders?”
“No, Paul. I need to talk to you. I think—” I would argue more, but the phone goes dead. That’s when the fear really hits. I swallow against the bile rising in my throat. It’s time for me to either come clean with my superiors and hope they are more trustworthy than Paul, or come clean with Roman. Either choice is bad. There’s no guarantee that my captain will even listen, and given the choice, I know the majority of the team members will back Paul over Roman, who they view as scum. To them, they’d just be getting another perp off the streets. Telling Roman means warning him and betraying my badge—and it also means admitting to Roman that I’ve been lying to him since day one.
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. Either choice is going to be hell.
The house phone rings and I jump. I shut my phone back down. I don’t take the battery out of it again, however. There’s no point. Paul knows where I’m at, and it’s clear he’s not about to try and contact me now. I reach over and grab the telephone and, reading Roman’s cell number on the caller I.D., I go ahead and answer it.
“Hey,” I whisper, hoping he can’t hear the worry and panic in my voice.
“Pet, there’s a business dinner tonight. I’ve tried to get out of it, but there’s no way. It begins at seven.”
“Oh, okay,” I tell him, a little disappointed. “What time will you be home?”
“Be home? Ana, you will be going to the dinner with me. There’s a blue dress in your closet that I picked out personally. Put it on, and wear your hair down—I don’t like it when you wear it up. I’ll talk to you later.”
He hangs up just like that, and I stare at the phone wondering what the hell just happened. My worry over everything going on with Paul and Roman takes a back seat as I replay the conversation in which Roman doesn’t ask if I want to go to a dinner; he just demands it, then
instructs me on what to wear and how to fix my hair. Anger takes the place of worry. The asshole just expects me to fall in line like everyone else in his life. I decide to concentrate on him being an asshole and not on the impending doom that’s breathing down my neck. I’ll make up my mind on whether I should come clean with Roman or the detective in charge of the investigation tomorrow.
Tonight, I have a lesson to teach Roman Anthes.
Chapter Forty-Six
Roman
“Who the fuck is this?”
I watch as Ana’s brother looks at the fucker that Bruno just threw down at the man’s feet. The bastard in question is hogtied. He couldn’t move if he wanted to. Marcum really is a master when it comes to ropes. He’s got a gag in his mouth and the bruises on his naked body and face tell me that this was a job that Marcum enjoyed.
“He doesn’t look familiar?” I ask Ana’s brother.
You can see the exact moment recognition hits him. Allen’s body literally shakes with it. Then he goes pale, so motherfucking pale I’m starting to think the son of a bitch is going to pass out in front of me. Slowly, I see the heat of anger replace every other emotion.
“Ana fucking told you?” he screams. “That fucking cunt had no right! Get him out of here, you all fucking need to just get out of here. Kill me already! Stop torturing me! Who the fuck do you think you are? I can’t…”
I stop his tirade by grabbing him by the neck and slamming him hard against the wall. I squeeze his neck so tight, his face begins to turn blue. His hands don’t even come up to defend himself. Then I look into eyes, eyes so much like Ana’s that it’s unreal. Except these eyes are full of an emotion I never want to see in Ana’s: misery. The son of a bitch truly wants to die. It’s time for some hard truths and it seems I’ve been elected to deliver them.