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Oh, I bet you don’t, Roman thought. To Godfrey he said, “Really? You haven’t touched her? What do you call trying to run her down?”
“What are you talking about?” Godfrey asked in apparent confusion.
Roman slammed his fist onto the table, making the phone jump. “Don’t play stupid, Godfrey. Angela was almost hit by a car last week. It aimed straight for her.”
“It wasn’t me,” Godfrey quickly refuted.
Roman scoffed. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth,” Godfrey snapped, his temper coming through loud and clear now. “I want nothing to do with Angela and nothing to do with you. If I wanted her dead, I could have done it an infinite number of times over the years. Why would I attack her now when I know she’s connected to you?”
“Because she saw you,” Roman supplied, but his brain was whirling. “She recognized you.”
“So what?” Godfrey challenged. “Seeing my face means nothing. She can’t identify me. She can’t prove anything. If she could, I would be in prison by now. Or dead.”
“Bullshit,” Roman ground out. He hated that the man was making sense. But what he hated even more were the implications. If it wasn’t Godfrey who tried to hit Angela, then who was it?
“Believe what you will. But I’m telling you, it wasn’t me,” Godfrey said once again.
Roman lost his cool. “The fuck you say!” he shouted into the phone.
Godfrey sighed. “I understand more now why you’re so hellbent on tracking me down. It’s not just about honor for the woman you’re screwing. You believe I’ve been attacking you and yours.”
“You fucking have been!” Roman yelled, jumping up and stalking around the office like a caged tiger. He was furious. “Do you take me for a fool, Godfrey? You sent one of your men after me. But he found Angela instead. It’s how I got your number. Are you trying to tell me that was just a coincidence?”
“Ah, yes. Hutchins. How is he?” Godfrey inquired, ignoring Roman’s scathing accusation.
“Butterflied,” Roman snarled. “I took pictures. I’ll send you some.”
Godfrey tsked. “That’s a shame. He was a real asset.”
“You’ll be joining him soon,” Roman promised.
Godfrey made an aggravated sound. “It really needn’t come to that, Roman. I have no issue with you—or your woman—other than the fact that you have been relentless in your pursuit of me. If you were to stop, you have my word that you’d never see me again.”
“No.”
“You are stubborn, aren’t you? Your father was the same way.” His voice hardened and dropped an octave when he spoke again, “I’m going to repeat myself one last time, something I rarely do, so listen carefully. I did not attack Angela. I admit to having Hutchins pass along my number. But that’s it.”
“Coincidences are bullshit, Godfrey,” Roman retorted, but he was beginning to have some doubts. Godfrey was very convincing.
“I agree with you. Which is why I’m being so understanding. But my patience only extends so far. It sounds like you’re a busy man, with multiple people gunning for you. Do yourself a favor and ensure I’m not one of them. Stop pursuing me. Stop trying to determine my identity. And stop going after my clients. It’s bad for business.”
Before Roman could tell the man to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine, Godfrey added, “Roman, you may believe you are invincible. You may believe the power you hold is omniscient. You’ve done well for yourself. You have a lot of connections and a lot of money. But I have more. I promise you that. I’ll give you some time to think about it. I declare an embargo until then. I’ll be in touch.”
Then he hung up, and Roman was left staring at his family in silence.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“He thinks you’re a possession of mine. Perhaps even an obsession,” Roman explained.
They were gathered in one of the conference rooms because Luca had papers and computers spread out everywhere. She had returned from a long day at work with three difficult surgeries, expecting Roman to be jumping for joy because he knew Godfrey’s location. But that hadn’t been the case. For some reason, Luca hadn’t been able to trace the call, even with the aid of Alaric and Teague.
Angela twisted some strands of her hair around her finger anxiously. “And that’s a good thing?”
“For us? Yes,” Roman replied. “It means he doesn’t understand what you are to me. He doesn’t understand the depths I would go for you. And that means he’s underestimating me.”
“He thinks Roman can be bargained with. If nothing else, it buys us some time,” Abel explained further.
