Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1 (Roman Crime Family) Read Online Free

familiar voice. “You busy, kid?”
    She couldn’t help but grin at hearing his voice. He almost made her feel like the kid he called her.
    “Not particularly, just getting ready to head to the club. What’s up?”
    “Nothing. You coming back tomorrow night?”
    “Why do you want to know? You gonna miss me if I don’t?” She could not believe she was actually flirting with him.
    “I always miss my girl when she’s not there.”
    “Who says I’m your girl?”
    “Me, that’s who the fuck who.”
    “Well, um. Ok. Yes, to answer your original question, I’m planning on coming back to work tomorrow night. That is if I don’t get the gig at MTV.”
    “You’ll come back even if you do.” He sounded so matter of fact.
    “You think so, huh?”
    “I know so. I’m there.”
    “And it’s all about you, right?”
    “Isn’t it always?” She knew it was true, but refused to let him know he was right.
    There was a knock on her bedroom door, opening it she let Allison in.
    “I hate to break up our intellectual conversation, but Allie is here to take me to the club.”
    “Circle Eight, right?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “Maybe I’ll see you there.”
    “Great. You can meet Eric then.” Jess laughed nervously.
    There was a pause. “Sounds like fun.” 
    “Right. Bye Mr. Roman.”
    “Kid?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Just so you know, I’m going to be your guy. And for the last fucking time, call me Nick.”
    This time she was struck silent, having nothing to say.
    She cleared her throat. “I really need to go, Nick.” Just as she was about to hang up the phone, she heard him once more.
    “Kid?”
    “Yes, Nick?”
    “What color underwear will you be wearing?”
    “I don’t wear underwear, Mr. Roman.”
    She heard him smother a groan and hung up, before she lost her small victory.

6
     
    Eric was already on stage at Circle Eight when they walked through the door. She felt a rush of heat between her legs as she looked at him. She was going to fuck him tonight. Partly because he was walking sex on that stage. It always her turned her on.
    Partly because she felt guilty for flirting with Nick Roman.
    Not to mention fantasizing about Nick Roman.
    Considering she got herself off just thinking about the man, she figured she owed Eric something .
    She grinned to herself. The whole thing was so deliciously naughty she still was tingling.
    Jess and Allison waved to Eric as they made a beeline to the bathroom. Once inside, she checked her hair, glad she wore it down, casually flung over her shoulders.
    It looked good with the tight red dress, painting her body. She turned around. Her ass was lethal in this dress. It barely covered it, just the way she wanted.
    “Want a line?” Allison shoved the bag over to her.
    “Hell, yeah. Thanks.”
    Jess bent, sniffing six lines off the sink. Feeling like she could suddenly run ten miles.
    “So, Allie. What’s the deal with Nick?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He’s that mobster I’ve heard about, right?”
    Allison looked around the bathroom nervously.
    “Jess, please don’t ask or talk about his business, ok? Yes, he’s who you think he is, but that is all you ever need to know. If you keep digging for answers, eventually you’ll find them. He’s trouble, so please don’t get caught up. Please? It’s for your own good.”
    She looked at Allison and acknowledged she understood, without saying a word.
    “Thank you for trusting me. Besides, you have the hottest fucking guy in New York as your bitch. Why are you even worried about Nick?”
    “Good question.” Jess laughed, dabbing her lips.
    Good fucking question.
    They left the bathroom, finding their way to the bar. Eric finished his set and was talking to a crowd of groupies. Several of them practically humping him right in the bar. She hated every last one of them. Fantasized about killing them. Often.
    She understood they came with the territory. He wasn’t the first rock guy she dated. Hell, she dated actual