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“You’re not helping the situation,” Luca mock-whispered from beside her.
Angela frowned at him, unsure what he meant. She looked at Roman again who appeared to be doing some kind of deep breathing exercise. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” He looked at her incredulously. “Woman, you slay me.”
“Oookay,” she said slowly. She jerked her thumb at the door. “I’m just going to go...”
“Don’t,” Roman said. He grabbed her hand, holding it in his. “Tell me what happened.”
She hesitated, not wanting to get into it. Plus, she had Salvatore’s stitches to deal with. “A patient hopped up on the latest street drug had to be held down and sedated. Unfortunately, I was at the bottom of the bed and got a boot to my face for my efforts.” She pressed on the puffy skin under her eyes, hissing because it hurt like a bitch.
“Don’t do that,” Roman ordered, pulling her hand away.
Angela scowled at him. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Roman closed his mouth with an audible snap. He looked up at the ceiling, planting his hands on his hips. His lips were moving, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She thought it was in Italian and tried very hard not to find it sexy as hell. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Praying,” Roman replied, shooting her a frustrated look. “You could test the patience of a saint.”
“Me? I’m not the mobster,” Angela reminded him.
Roman scowled at her. “I am not a mobster.”
“Fine then, a Don,” she corrected. “I don’t know why you’re arguing semantics with me.” The words were said without any real heat. The last few months had mellowed out their relationship some. She wasn’t as antagonistic, and he no longer pressured her in any way.
“I’m not a Don, either. I renounced my family. I’ve told you this before,” Roman reminded her.
Actually, she knew very little about his mafia background. He didn’t talk about it, and she had never asked. She could admit to being curious though. “A criminal is a criminal.”
Roman took an aggressive step forward, glaring down at her from his impressive six-foot-two height. “Why are you still alive again?” he questioned. “I’ve killed men for far more minor insults.”
“Wait, can you repeat that, please? I didn’t have my phone on record.” She made a show of sifting around in her bag.
Roman’s mouth fell open, and he looked at her like she was insane. “You drive me crazy. You know that, right?”
Angela shrugged. She took a small step back, even though it made her look like she was backing down. They were far too close, and she could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body like a furnace. “It was a short drive, I’m sure.”
“Will you two fuck already?” Salvatore asked, looking frustrated. “I swear, this foreplay is killing me.”
Angela shot him a filthy look. “Do you really want to piss me off when I’m about to be close to you with a pair of scissors?” Sal closed his mouth, muttered a quick farewell, and all but ran down the hallway in the opposite direction. “Coward,” she muttered. But it was with affection.
Luca snickered into his hand, giving Angela a kiss on the cheek as he walked past. “I’ll check on him. His stitches aren’t going anywhere. Take a bit of time for yourself first.”
Angela smiled gratefully, nodding silently.
“He’s right about one thing. We should fuck. Again.”
Angela’s head whipped around just in time to see Roman’s delectable mouth morph into a sexy smirk. He really was a magnificent specimen of a man, she thought. And she knew what that mouth of his could do to her breasts—and her clit. She had to clear her throat twice before she was able to reply. “No fucking.”
His eyes traced her mouth for a moment before taking a lazy ogle of her breasts and the juncture of her thighs. “Your loss,” he eventually retorted.
She couldn’t help but agree.
“Angel?” Roman waited to speak until her gaze met his once more. “I hope you know the no fucking rule applies to other men. If I find out you’re sleeping with anyone else, I won’t be pleased.”
Angela gaped at him. The audacity! Had she really just thought he had backed off with the pressure and their relationship had been smooth? “You have no say over my love life, Roman. Pull your head in.”
Roman merely shook his head, looking unruffled. But there was a coldness to him that had Angela shivering. “You’ve been warned.”
