Page 259 of Hate to Love You

“I’ll deal with it.”

“How, Roman?”

“It’s handled.”

“You keep saying they are our men,” I say slowly. “Well, I’m telling you that our men see me as the villain who kills them.”

“I kill them too,” he snorts, shrugging slightly before throwing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Roman,” I sigh.

“You’re not a villain, Foxy,” he shakes his head. “You have your reasons.”

“Don’t romanticize murder.”

“I’m not,” he shrugs, “you kill men who hurt women. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” He smiles, cutting open the egg. “And my opinion is the only one that matters.”

The arrogance in his words makes me bite my lip.

“Why do you hate the penthouse?” He asks, not missing a beat.

“My husband.”

“No,” Roman snaps, dropping his fork down with a bang. “Let me make one thing abundantly clear, you had a husband, that’s not something I can erase. But, that fuck is no longer your husband, And the only person that is going to have that title is me.”

All I can do is stare at him.

The idea of Roman being my husband sends shivers down my spine. I thought that after Garrett, I would never marry again, I would never give anyone that amount of power over me.

But marrying Roman? Surrendering to him?

…Doesn’t sound so bad.

We are the same, him and I.

Kinda funny to me that a few months ago, “home” was a cat, and now it’s this man, who is my equal in all ways.

“Home feels pretty good,” I whisper under my breath.

“Would be better if you lived at the penthouse,” he grumbles.

“Okay, seeing as we are stating our terms, I nearly died in that building, Roman.” I take a breath, trying to calm myself. “And my child did die in that building. The only time I’ll happily return to that building, is to set it on fucking fire.”

After breakfast, Roman went upstairs to shower before he had to head out for a few meetings. The moment the shower switched on, I threw on some clothes and snuck out the back door toward the greenhouse and slipped between the fences.

A sigh of relief escapes me as I glance over my shoulder and see that none of Roman’s men saw me leave and are following me.

While I genuinely enjoy spending time with Roman, and I may have mildly swooned at the idea of waking up next to him every morning, having constant company is vastly different from how I’ve lived for the last few years.

I’ll have to adjust, but I don’t need armed guards to go and get some cat food.

As I reach the sidewalk, I see a familiar black car, one that was outside my house the other night, creeping toward me slowly. Quickly, I cross the road, and take a quick right before picking up speed.

Only to run directly into a wall of muscle.

“Hello, Abby baby.”

Chapter Forty-One