Chapter Seventeen
Two months later
“You haven’t signed the papers,” Antonio said, lifting the papers on his desk.
Roman went straight to the scotch. Blood stains still covered his hands, but he didn’t care. It had dried, and now that his job was done for the day, he needed the numbing silence alcohol granted him.
Two months.
It had been two months since he last saw his wife, and it was all because of Liam. Her fucking meddling father. The evil bastard.
Swigging back the shot of hard whiskey, he then poured himself a second. After downing that, he finally turned to the divorce papers he’d left out on his desk. He’d been served them two weeks after the showdown with Phillip. His father had presented them to him.
From what he’d been told, Liam and Lucas had come to an agreement. An understanding. There would be no bloodshed providing Roman stayed away from Alex. The kids were given to Alex, and she would adopt them herself. In return, Liam would provide the relevant resources to deal with all of Greco’s enemies. Help with their drug and gun side business, and offered also an outlet to distribute as well.
It all sounded so nice and neat, and peaceful.
Lucas told him to sign the papers and that he’d have another wife lined up for him soon.
Roman refused. Alex was his wife.
Besides, there was always a risk she could be pregnant. He wasn’t being an asshole, but he considered all the times he’d fucked her, and it wasn’t a lot, but it only took one time. He hadn’t used a condom.
He hadn’t used anything. He’d felt her precious virgin pussy wrapped around his dick, and he had spilled his fertile spunk inside her.
Roman didn’t know how much time he had to wait, but he was hoping soon. Refusing to give his father the papers was causing some issues. He didn’t want a proper wife. He wanted Alex back.
“Great detective work.” Roman placed his fingers to his forehead and saluted him.
“Don’t be a dick,” Cash said. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Oh, come on, it’s because I’m a dick I’m in my home, alone.” The same home he’d shared with Alex for a few weeks. They had divided their time between this house and his apartment.
The pillow still smelled like her, and there were times when he was a little lost, when he grabbed it and sniffed. He was turning into a fucking pussy.
“You need to sign these papers,” Antonio said. “Your dad is going to get pissed, and I know Liam’s not happy about it either.”
Roman frowned and looked toward Antonio. He saw him mutter under his breath as he closed his eyes.
“How do you know that?”
“Liam’s her father, of course, he’s going to be pissed.”
“But how do you know that?” Roman advanced toward his friend. “You’d only know that for sure if you’ve … seen him.”
“Roman, come on, we’re not the enemy,” Marlo said.
“You’ve seen Liam, haven’t you?”
Antonio’s jaw clenched, and Roman slammed his fist against his friend’s gut.
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Marlo and Cash got out of their chairs, but Antonio held his hand up as if to tell them he was okay. He let out a cough, and Roman was more than happy to punch him again.
“Yes, I’ve seen him.”