Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Maybe this is what he needs, maybe he needs to feel me, beneath him, inside him. He moves and pushes me to lay flat on my back, his heavy body on top of mine, making me feel safe and wanted. There isn’t an inch of space between us right now. I can feel his chest heaving, his muscles tensing, and his heart racing. All those things together only make me want him more.
My thighs quiver as I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up, urging him to take it off. He pulls it over his head with a grin, and as soon as it’s gone, my hands on are on him, feeling every ridge and dip of his muscles.
Suddenly he is off me, lifting his chest so he can take my shirt off. His hands freeze just as he grabs the hem of my shirt.
“What did you say?” He asks me out of nowhere, while giving me an odd expression.
“I didn't say anything,” I say breathlessly and confused.
“Why would you fucking say that?” Everything changes in a blink of an eye. Roman goes from calm and loving to wild and angry without a single explanation and I’m confused, more than confused. What’s going on? Had I said something without remembering it? I blink, trying to think, to figure out what is going on.
“Roman…I swear I didn’t say anything,” I plea, but that seems to only make him angrier.
“I fucking heard you! Why are you laughing? Do you think it’s funny?” He seethes, his entire body vibrating.
For the first time since I’ve met Roman, I am truly afraid of him. My whole body is trembling, and my heart is racing so fast I think it might burst out of my chest at any minutes. His eyes are wild, unhuman like. It’s like I’m looking at a different person and all I can think of is to get away from him. My bodies only instinct is to get away, as far away as possible.
He is looming over me, a man who is not only twice my size but one I’ve witnessed kill fully grown men with nothing more than his hands.
“Please…Roman…” I beg him, looking straight into his eyes but it’s like he doesn’t see me, or he sees something else. Then his gaze suddenly catches something in the corner of the room. Whatever he thinks he’s seeing distracts him long enough for me to slide all way up to the headboard and roll off the bed on the other side.
By the time his gaze swings back to me I’m already across the room, running out the door as fast as my legs will carry me. I hear him following me down the hallway, his body slamming into the wall, as he moves throughout the house. He’s disoriented and his deep growls tell me he’s growing frustrated. I make it to the living room and sigh in relief when I find his phone is still sitting on top of the liquor cabinet where he left it last.
I grab the phone and run to the closest guest bathroom, locking myself inside. I don’t turn the light on, hoping he doesn't know that I’m hiding in here right away. I sit down on the floor, knowing that if I don’t my legs will give out on me and I’ll fall to the floor on my ass. I unlock the phone and find Ivan’s name in the contacts. I hit the green call button and hold the phone to my ear. It only rings three time but I swear the time in-between each ring is unusually long.
“Roman?” Ivan’s voice filters through the phone.
“Ivan, there is something wrong with Roman,” I say, my voice coming out rushed and shaky. “He took something. He's not being himself and he's scaring me. I’m hiding in the guest bathroom, but I'm worried he'll find me.”
“I’m on my way. Just keep yourself hidden. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” The phone goes dead, and I’m left alone in the dark, hoping Ivan gets here before Roman finds me.
For a few minutes I’m left in the darkness with nothing to listen to beside my ragged breathing and my racing heartbeat. Then I hear him. Roman’s voice booming through the hallway.
“Sophie! Where the fuck are you?” He sounds so angry and I have no idea why. What did he think I said? What did he hear that made him so angry? I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them tightly, trying to make myself small...or better yet invisible.
Memories of my father looking for me invades my mind. I was hiding that day too. He still found me though...he found me, and he beat me. A sob escapes my lips and my hands fly to my mouth, covering it tightly.