Daddy's Naughty Girl

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Felicity.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling with a post-sex glow, holding a tissue over my pussy to catch Roman’s enormous load that was slowly dripping out of me. My body was still tingling from the insane sex we’d just had, but there was something greater going on inside me...

...a feeling I couldn’t deny but was having a hard time accepting.

I loved him.

It felt crazy to think and would have felt even crazier to voice out loud but it was the truth.

Roman had stepped into my life when I least expected it, when I was daydreaming about what my life could have been if things had gone differently, and showed me things I hadn’t even thought possible.

He’d saved me from Dante, from crippling debt, and a dark, terrible future, and God only knows where that would have ended up taking me.

I may have been smart like Roman said, but I wasn’t strong — not in the way he was. He was the missing puzzle piece in my life, the yin to my yang, the masculine energy on the other end of the spectrum. I’d never felt luckier in my life.

But there was this tiny, lingering thought in the back of my mind that Roman was a bad guy...

After all, he was a crime boss.

But if that was true, why did he rescue me from Dante? Why did he look so uncomfortable, disgusted by the strip club?

Weren’t guys like him in love with places like that?

No, there was more to Roman than what I’d heard. There was more to the man than his legend.

I looked around the bedroom. Roman had gone downstairs to finish up some business and promised to bring us up some food when he returned. I was a sweaty, cum-filled mess, so I got

to my feet and tip-toed to the bathroom, trying not to drip on his carpet.

His attached bedroom was equally spectacular as the one I’d been in earlier, and I threw the tissue aside and stepped into the shower that was the size of an average person’s bedroom.

I switched the water on and used Roman’s body wash to clean off, then grabbed two towels, one for my body and one for my hair, and made my way back into the bedroom.

It was impressive, but not at all what you’d expect from a kingpin.

There was no massive dark-colored desk or a throne chair behind it, no mahogany paneling or scary paintings or displays of wealth. It was modern but comfortable, something you’d expect from a business man.

A simple desk sat by the window, and maybe it was a bit presumptuous of me, but I went over and sat down at it and pictured what it would be like to wake up in this room every morning beside the most incredible man I’d ever met.

There was a single date book that I didn’t touch, a tablet that I also left alone, and a little figure of a cartoon mouse holding a machine gun.

I wondered what it felt like to be a big scary man sitting behind a desk and threw my feet up and tossed my arms over my head, pretending that I was Mrs. Roman Reigns, mob wife, handling business for her husband who was preoccupied with other things.

“No, those terms are not acceptable," I said to my imaginary audience. “As we said before, we will accept nothing less than — ”

My foot was still wet and slipped off the edge of the desk, causing the chair to rock forward and spill me onto the floor. I yelped and grabbed the desk to steady myself, but felt something click beneath my fingers.

I looked up to see a button hidden beneath the desk drawer that I’d accidentally pushed.

Across the room, a picture of the Boston harbor slid out slightly from the wall. I’d seen enough movies to understand.

A hidden compartment...

"Oh no," I said as I got to my feet and quickly raced across the room as the picture swung forward to reveal a hidden compartment within.

I was just going to close it. I really was. I wasn’t going to look inside. That would have been a complete invasion of trust. But as I reached out to swing the secret door shut again, something caught my eye that made it impossible for me to turn away. freewёbnoνel.com

A photo of my parents sat on a stack of papers.

They were smiling at each other on the street, somewhere downtown it looked like. I recognized the jacket my mother was wearing — a red pea coat she’d bought two days before she was killed...

And that meant that this picture, sitting in a hidden compartment in Roman’s bedroom, was taken of them only two days before they were shot down and murdered.

My heart shattered and my world turned upside down.NI stepped back in horror like the picture might leap up andbite me and clutched my chest as I felt an anxiety attack coming on.

"Want some tea, babe?" Roman called, sounding like he was at the bottom of the stairs.

"— okay!" I stammered back as my legs gave out from under me.

"I’ll make some," he replied. Good, that will give me time to process...

But what was there to process? What possible reason was there that Roman Reigns would have a photo of my parents, two days before their deaths, in a hidden compartment in his bedroom?

Had I been mistaken about him? Had he charmed me into believing he was someone he wasn’t? Had paying off Dante at the strip club just been part of his ruse to get me back here? Dante had said that Roman wanted a "fresh one." Maybe this was his plan all along and "rescuing" me had just been a way of getting me to trust him.

A chill began at my toes and slid up my spine and I felt a cold sweat break out across my body. Suddenly the house felt hostile, like a prison, worse than the strip club, and I wanted out.

I ran to the window and opened it, only to find myself looking at a long drop to a stone patio below, and it was the same with the bathroom. I raced back to the bedroom, tore open Roman’s closet, found a pair of sweatpants, and slid into them.

They were far too long but I rolled them up and grabbed a t-shirt too.

I have to get out of here...

There was no time.

I sprinted out of the room, down the hall, and took the stairs as fast as I could. I hit the ground floor running, slid on the slick tile, and hit the floor hard. A blunt pain roared from my knee, and as I scrambled to pick myself up, Roman came out of the kitchen. When he saw me, his face changed.

"Felicity? What the hell are you doing?"

"Stay away from me!" I shouted as I ran for the door. My heart was about to burst from my chest as I grabbed the handle and pulled.

"Felicity!" Roman called after me but I was already outside and running like the last girl in a horror movie.

"Get back!" I shouted as I ran, the image from the photo imprinted in my mind. My knee was killing me but my adrenaline was flowing as I sprinted down the driveway. I had no plan; I just knew I had to escape.

Roman killed your parents...

The realization was like poison in my veins. Heartbreak engulfed me like a swallowing darkness and I suddenly felt sick that I’d given myself to a man who’d been able to so fully and completely deceive me.

I’d given him my body, and the whole time he’d been taking it, he must have been laughing to himself.

Dumb girl, he must have thought. Little does she know!

I felt like throwing up. Roman’s voice l rang out behind me. "Felicity! Come back!"

I glanced back over my shoulder to see him coming down the steps. I ran harder.

Bits of rock and dirt bit into the soles of my feet as I ran. I was sprinting like my life depended on it, but as I passed the gate, a set of headlights flared in front of me, blinding me. The engine roared and the car sped toward me like it was going to run me over.

I threw myself off the pavement just in time for the car to slide past me, narrowly missing me. My foot caught on something, and I fell forward, landing hard. I heard a car door slam and spun around to see a tall, backlit silhouette of a man approaching me.

And he had a gun in his hand.

"Sorry," a voice said. “But you’ve seen too much."

Oh God, I thought as panic and acceptance swirled through me simultaneously. I’m going to die...