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“Dizzy... sick...” she slurred.
“Oh dear, you really don’t look well. Can you follow my finger?” he asked, holding up a finger and moving it from side to side.
She tried but ended up groaning and listing to the side. It made the dizziness worse. “Drugs,” she mumbled.
“Yes.” Brian nodded his head, looking serious. “I know. Nasty things. But also very useful. I mean, where would we be as surgeons without drugs?”
Something in his tone set off her inner alarm. She squinted, focusing on his face. A face that looked satisfied—and more than a little mean. “You!” she accused.
“Now, Angela, it’s only to get you feeling a little more compliant,” Brian said, as if that made it okay. “I’ve been chasing you for a long time. But did you notice? Did you even give me the time of day? No. You were in your oblivious little bubble.”
Angela pushed herself off the seat, but her knees collapsed. She had no strength left at all.
Brian clucked his tongue, reaching down and yanking her up. He held her close, taking all her weight when her legs didn’t hold her up. “Perhaps I added a bit too much flunitrazepam to your champagne. Oh well. We’ll manage. You ignored me for years,” he continued on. “Yet you somehow manage to find time to be with criminals. I know you’ve been consorting with Romano and his men. Tell me, Angela, have you let him fuck you?”
Angela groaned, her stomach roiling. She hoped she vomited all over Brian’s ugly, crazy face. “Go... to... hell,” she managed.
Brian chuckled, dragging her over to the sofa along the far wall. He was stronger than he looked. “Hell? Why, Angela, I’m planning to go to Heaven.” He dropped her down, arranging her onto her back. His eyes glowed with a sickly fervor. “I can’t believe it’s finally my turn. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit. And I have it on good authority that you won’t remember a thing.”
Angela wondered how many times he had done this in the past. How many women he had drugged and raped. Because she had no doubt that was his intent. She also knew she would never allow that to happen. Such an act would send her spiraling into her past, and she was just beginning to envisage a future.
A future where she wasn’t alone.
A future where she had friends and family and kittens.
A future with a man in it that not only talked the talk, but walked the walk.
A future with a Roman in it.
She’d be damned if she would allow some sick, rich doctor take the promise of all that away. She launched herself off the couch, missing him completely and falling onto the floor. She landed on her face and couldn’t even roll over.
“You want it dirty, huh?” Brian cackled. “Why am I not surprised? If you want it on the ground like a dog, I’m happy to oblige you.”
He placed his shiny shoe on her hip, using it to roll her over. Then he bent over and lifted up her shirt, tearing it at the seams a little in his haste. The look of crazed lust on his face as he took in her lace-clad breasts made her stomach roil. She tried to lift her arms, sweep her foot out—anything from the training she had demonstrated she knew with Morrigan and Roman. But she couldn’t move anything. Her whole body felt like lead.
Brian’s hand cupped her breast, and she flinched. “Come now,” he said. “If you let a criminal’s hands on you, surely mine aren’t so bad.” He held them up. “Do you know how many lives these hands have saved? You should be thanking me.”
He patted her cheek before standing up again. She did her best to roll over, managing a pathetic twitch of her finger instead. She watched him hum a tune as he pulled his brown sweater over his head, untucking his shirt from his pants. He paused when he saw her watching and grinned at her.
Patting his crotch, Brian said, “Do you want to see, Angela? Do you want to see the treat you’re about to get?”
The urge to throw up increased, especially when he undid his button and lowered his fly, revealing his erection.
“Isn’t it a beauty?” Brian smirked, kneeling down next to her. “What if I were to put it in your mouth?”
Brian’s revolting flesh was a mere inch away when the door crashed open. Feet thundered on the floor, and Brian was yanked off her. Angela saw Roman punch Brian over and over again, only dropping him when Salvatore forced him to. Abel and Morrigan were already kneeling next to her, asking her questions. But she only had eyes for Roman. When their gazes met and he rushed over to her, barreling past Abel and Morrigan, her throat constricted with overwhelming emotions.
The last thing she saw before she passed out was Roman’s face hovering close to hers. And the last thing she heard were his murmured words. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Angel. You’re safe.”
She succumbed to the darkness, knowing it was the truth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Roman answered the phone on the first ring. It wasn’t often that Angela chose to call him. “Angel?”
“Roman...”
Her voice was unsteady and had him standing up immediately. He clicked his fingers at Abel and strode from the room, his second-in-command falling in beside him. It was Friday night—family dinner night—and it was his turn to host. He and Abel had been going over a few accounting issues in his office while Luca, Salvatore, and Morrigan bickered in the kitchen.
