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“Of course, she won’t,” Roman agreed quickly. “Everyone loves Luca. But I’m positive her good work ethic doesn’t extend to me. Or you.”
“Me?” Abel gasped, pointing a finger at himself. “What did I do?”
“You kidnapped her. Then threatened to kill her. Then tried to buy her off,” Salvatore reminded Abel cheerfully.
“Oh, well, when you put it like that...” Abel pouted a little.
Morrigan chose that moment to enter the room, joining the discussion. “I don’t care if she’s Mother Teresa incarnate. She still needs to be watched. Another chat at the end of something pointy wouldn’t go astray either,” she added.
“Morrigan...” Roman warned.
Morrigan simply shrugged. “I didn’t say I was going to use the pointy thing. Just that it couldn’t hurt.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Roman declared. He didn’t want his vicious cousin anywhere near Angela without a chaperone.
“Talk.” Morrigan snorted as she made her way over to Luca, sitting down beside his feet on the end of the bed. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
Before Roman could give her a verbal spanking, she turned to Salvatore, telling him to take a shower and promising to take care of Luca in his absence. It made it hard for Roman to chew her out when she was being so damn nice. “Just... stay away from the lady doctor, Morrigan.”
“I was going to offer to follow her for you, but I’ve changed my mind,” Morrigan said with a sniff.
That gave Roman pause. For all her bloodthirsty ways, Morrigan was loyal and trustworthy. She was exactly who he could trust Angela’s safety with.
“I’ll do it, too,” Abel volunteered.
Morrigan sneered at him. “What do you mean, too? I just said I changed my mind.”
“Please. We all know you’re going to do it,” Abel responded, calling her bluff. “You want the night shift? Or the day shift?”
Morrigan glared at Abel for a moment before saying, “Night.”
“And I’ll do day.” Abel turned to Roman, giving him a double thumbs-up. “All systems go.”
“Fine,” Roman agreed. “Thank you.” He knew the pair would not only watch Angela and ensure she didn’t get herself killed with her choices, but they would also protect her with their lives if it came to that.
“And you’ll have that extra chat with her,” Salvatore said, standing up. “For clarity’s sake.”
“Right. For clarity’s sake,” Roman agreed. He would get some downtime first, though. Because as tired as he was, he wasn’t confident in his ability to not go with his first plan of tying her to his bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Angela slept for fourteen hours straight. It hadn’t been an easy sleep. Nightmares followed her, her demons snapping at her heels even as her body had shut down.
Still feeling like warmed-up pig shit, she tightened her ivory satin robe as she walked into her kitchen, where the smell of coffee already brewing finally penetrated her senses. She quickly grabbed a knife from the butcher block, spun around, and found Roman looking beautiful and deadly at her dining room table. He was holding a cup of coffee—in her favorite mug, no less.
Her heart was going a million miles per hour, and she told herself it was the fear of having someone break into her home and not the fact that the mobster looked damn fine in his black suit. “How dare you,” she hissed at him, pointing the knife in his direction.
“How dare I what?” Roman raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her coveted special-order coffee.
He looked confident and sexy. No, not sexy, she told herself. He held a gun to your head two days ago, and now he’s broken into your home. He’s a criminal. “Get the fuck out of here before I stab you through your cold, black heart.”
Roman’s brown eyes widened. “Wow. And I thought I wasn’t a morning person.” He held up her mug. “Coffee?”
“Roman...” she said through clenched teeth.
A groan rumbled through his chest. “Mmmm, I love the way you say my name.”
Angela gritted her teeth and shook her head. “This isn’t a joke, Roman. My life isn’t a joke. Stay away from me.”
