Page 115 of Downfall

He must know by now what I’ve done. How I’ve tricked him. But if he realises what else I’ve been concealing, if he realises what’s really going on, then he’s going to despise me even more.

Roman

I’m sat at the table with my men are around me. All of us going through the evidence, trying to work out where the mole is.

Because someone talked. Someone betrayed us.

Sofia is upstairs. Asleep. Thankfully she’s unharmed bar a few cuts and bruises. Ben is with her. I don’t know if this drama will be the catalyst they both need to finally admit their feelings but either way I won’t intrude.

And then it hits me. What’s been staring me in the face. What’s been so fucking obvious.

It was Rose. She did this.

That’s why she came here. Not for me, not for us.

She must have gone through my desk when I was off getting champagne to impress her. She must have sent it to dear old daddy and then internally laughed her fucking head off as I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

I’ve been a fool.

A stupid fucking fool.

She didn’t come to me last night because she wanted me. No, oh no, she was playing me just like she has so many times before. The perfect Capulet princess was once more screwing me over, only I was too much of an idiot to see it.

Too desperate to get my dick wet.

I snarl, picking my phone up, sending some of my men to go get her.

I’ll have her fucking dragged here if that’s what it takes.

But she will come.

She will answer for what she’s done.

The rest of us sit in silence. Waiting.

And when the door opens and the beauty appears I glare at her. She looks battered. She looks awful. Her face is strewn with tears. She’s physically shaking.

She gulps as she looks back at me, wrapping her arms around herself. In truth I’ve never seen her look so vulnerable, so broken, and my heart reacts. It takes all my strength not to wrap my arms around her. Not to comfort her. Not to forgive her.

My anger flares. My fury rages. Because once again that stupid weakness inside me is letting this she-devil off Scott free.

“It was you.” I snarl.

She winces. “Roman, let me explain…”

I grab her by the throat, she gasps, struggling, but it makes no difference, and I haul her across the room, throwing her onto the table. Her body slams into the wood and everyone looks between us in confusion.

“We found our mole.” I state.

“Roman.” She gasps trying to get up, pleading with me with those devastating eyes. They say the devil will be beautiful, but no one told me how much I would want her.

I growl back wrenching her head up by her hair. “Do you realise what you’ve done? Do you realise how many people are dead because of you?”

“I didn’t mean…” She begins.

“Didn’t mean what?” I retort. “Didn’t mean to hurt anyone? What else did you expect? What else do you think your father would have done?”

“I didn’t know…”

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