Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 2 (Roman Crime Family) Read Online Free Page A

think you’re talking to, bitch? Don’t ever fucking threaten me again. Ever. Or I promise, it will be the last thing you do. You understand?” He grabbed her by the face, squeezing it roughly until she cried out in pain. “ Do. You. Understand?”
    “Yes, damn you.” Her voice was raspy as he relaxed his grip. She pushed past him, rubbing her face. Glaring at him hatefully.
    “I despise you.”
    Nick grabbed a bottle of scotch from his desk, pouring into a shot glass. He took a large gulp, swallowing as he felt the familiar liquid burn down his throat.
    “The feeling’s mutual.”
    “You surprise me, Nickolas.” Connie leaned over the desk, pouring a glass for herself. “All this for some Midwestern trash?” She downed her glass as well.
    “Is her pussy worth that much?”
    Nick was silent.
    She realized he wasn’t taking the bait and continued. “You know…it occurs to me I’m not looking at this appropriately. I’m not giving my husband his proper respect, am I?”
    She sat in the chair facing him, eyeing her fingernails.
    “Maybe I’ll have that sweet little pussy of hers carved out and hand delivered to you. A gift. For the great and powerful Nick Roman. Since you crave it so much.”
    She smiled at him sweetly. “How does that sound? I can make the call anytime, love.”
    Nick’s hand tightened around his glass. “It sounds like you’d be dead before you even made the call. What I do is my business not yours. If I want to fuck every girl in this club while you watch I will. And you will never open your mouth to utter one word in defiance. You knew the agreement when you married me.”
    “I will not be cast aside and ignored, Nick.” Connie gritted out between her teeth. “I will not be disrespected like some common tramp. I am your wife, you bastard. Your wife . You would be wise to remember that.”
    “And you’d be wise to remember I don’t take kindly to threats or tantrums.”
    “I know this girl is stealing you from me. Me. I’m the mother of your child for Christ’s sake. I’m the one who takes care of our family and our home, not that whore! ”
    “Do you really have the nerve to call someone else a whore, given your past, Connie?”
    She slapped him across the face.
    He slapped her back, without thinking, busting her lip. Shocking them both. He’d never struck her before. Even when she got violent with him. She got a napkin, wiping the blood from her lip.
    “So this is new.”
    “I’m sorry.” His voice was low, strained.
    “Don’t be.” Connie chuckled. “I guess I kind of asked for that, didn’t I?”
    “You did. I shouldn’t have risen to the bait.”
    “I would say I’m sorry, but let’s be honest. I’m not. I wanted to provoke you. Make you angry.” She shrugged. “Looks like it worked.”
    “I don’t have time for this shit.”
    “Make time, you bastard. I’m you’re wife .”
    “ Like I could ever forget. You will never speak of her again.” 
    “Struck a nerve, did I, Nickolas?” Connie smiled bitterly. “This one is different. I can tell.”
    He looked at her in disgust. He was so fucking tired of her and her dramatics. But he knew he was expected to do as told and stay married to her. No matter what.
    “Connie-”
    “Let it go, Nick. I so rarely get the chance to one up you these days.” She walked to the door.
    “I meant what I said. We’re family. We’re always going to be family.” She blew him a kiss.
    “Family comes first, Nickolas. Above everything .”

6
     
    Fleeing the club, she hoped she wasn’t seen. She was so mad at him for putting her in this situation, refusing to see her part in any of this. It was much more fun to blame him.
    She drove, not quite sure where to go, deciding to go to the only place she could.
    Back to Eric. 
    Pulling up to the studio at Liquid she saw his jeep was there. Owned by a friend of Eric’s, it was his favorite place to play. The groupies giving it up on the regular, was certainly an