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“I don’t care about your sainthood, I don’t care if you really are the devil himself, I want both, Roman, I want it all. Wherever you think I stand, you’re mistaken. I’m nothing more than the woman you see standing before you.  I apologize for my inconvenient or awkward entrance into your life. However, what I want will always remain the same. I fucking want you, all of you. Period.”
    Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m spun away and facing towards our booth, after he has me shoved back into our little cubby hole I’m left to sit…Watching his back as he retreats, storming from the shady bar. I feel any progress made slip away as he slips out the door. I do not want him.
    Okay, I do not want to want him.
    You know you’re being served a cold, frigid day in hell from karma when you
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    Roman William Payne may be the devil. And the sick twisted truth is for the first time, I realize just how much power Roman has and how easily he could shatter me. The problem is I can’t back out now and divert from the path I’ve been set on for more than two years. There’s no way around the collision course my heart is currently headed straight for.
    Roman will break me.
    He will let me down.
    He will make me hurt.
    He may make me bleed.
    Yet there isn’t a damn thing I can fucking do to stop it. I have come too far and this must be finished.



Chapter 5
    Sitting in my Maserati under the dark shadows I created by tossing a rock and busting a few street lights, I watch as Heather steps into the humid light, the soft embers glow as she lights a cigarette, looking over to where my car was parked earlier tonight.
    After blowing out a lung full of smoke she sits on the dirty concrete stairs and alternates between wiping tears with one hand and bringing her cigarette to her mouth with the other.
    I didn’t even know she smoked. It is easily the most disgusting habit a person could have, and the mere thought of her engaging in such behavior fuels my rage to the next level of fury.
    Suddenly she’s off the stairs flicking half of her cigarette to the ground and walking towards her car, digging through purse without even watching where she’s going.
    She doesn’t notice the three men until they’ve flanked her on all sides, the tallest of the three standing behind her with a knife at her throat while he uses his free hand to wrench her head at an odd angle. The remaining two go for her purse but she refuses to release it, muttering something too low for me to make out the words.
    I have my hunting knife out of the console and find myself out of my car stalking from the shadows.
    Before I’ve even thought about my actions, the tip of my blade pierces the skin covering the spine of the knife wielder standing behind Heather.
    Something flashes in my peripheral and as I growl the words, “Put the knife down and step away from the girl.” It dawns on me Heather never needed my help. She was surprised but she was also always in control.
    Her purse hits the ground as two black nine millimeters, one in each hand aim between the eyes of both men standing in front of her.
    “Pick up my purse and dust it off, then hand it to my knight in rusty armor behind me. Move slow.”
    My brain is going ninety to nothing.
    Why does Heather Mackenzie have not one but two nine millimeter glocks in her purse?
    It seems I’ve been asking the wrong questions where Ms. Mackenzie is concerned.
    “Good boy, now Mr. Knife-at-my-throat, step around and in front me.” Her words snap through the moonless night and he jerks into motion leaving me standing there like an idiot who brought a knife to a gunfight.
    “The way I see it, this can end one of two ways. I’ll leave it up to you boys. One, I can call the cops and piss away even more of my time this evening or you three can turn around and get the hell out of dodge. So how do you want to spend the rest of the night, fellas?”
    In unison all three back away slowly