Mafia Monster's Forced Bride

“And will you put the lawyers back on the case?”

Lucas sighed. “It is already handled. You and Alex have some paperwork to sign, and then those kids are yours and your responsibility.”

“Maybe you should stop by, come and meet our family,” Roman said.

“That’s not going to happen.”

He stared at his father. “It is if Liam ends up stopping by. It’ll be good relations,” Roman said.

Roman nodded at his father and then left the office.

His friends were waiting, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“I don’t even know what that look means anymore,” Antonio said.

“It looks like victory,” Cash said.

“I have no idea either. I don’t even want to guess.”

“I just adopted fifteen kids.”

“You know, most men would be terrified of that,” Antonio said. “Are we sure Roman didn’t get his head thrown against some glass, rather than Alex?”

At the mention of Alex’s attack, the smile fell from Roman’s lips. “Alex.”

He took the stairs, ignoring his friends, and went straight to the bedroom where his father said they would be staying tonight. They couldn’t return to the house, not until they were sure there were no bruises on Alex. He didn’t want to worry the kids.

Liam stood outside of the door, tense, hand poised at his waist, where Roman knew where his gun was.

“The room was clear,” Liam said.

“How come you’re out here?” Roman asked.

“She asked me to leave. My daughter and I, we’re not seeing eye to eye at the moment. She is being stubborn.”

Roman smiled. “She is very stubborn, but I believe that is how you raised her.”

“I raised her to see sense. Not to act irrationally.”

“I will take it from here.”

“Take care of her, Roman,” Liam said.

“I will.”

He entered the bedroom and saw the red dress was on the floor.

During her attack, some of it had torn, and the glass had also destroyed it.

Roman picked it up and tossed it outside of the bedroom door. Cleaners would deal with it. He snapped the lock into place and then made his way into the bathroom, where Alex was.

“Dad, I need privacy.”

“It’s me,” he said.

“Oh.” She had put her hands in front of her body in an attempt to hide herself.

“Can I join you?” he asked.