Chapter 83 Five: Felicity

• You shouldn't be here, I thought as I stepped into Roman's bedroom.
• You didn't have to be an avid viewer of CSI or NYPD Blue to know that mobsters didn't let strangers into their inner circle, let alone their bedroom. But here I was, holding Boston's most notorious crime boss' hand while he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.
• And what had happened back there at the club anyway? Wasn't this guy supposed to be some kind of massive scumbag murderer? So why was it that I felt more safe and secure around him than I did around Dante or any of the other girls?