Page 44 of Deceptive Desires (The Syndicate #2)

Roman

This fucking motherfucker. Robbing my sunshine at gun point. Breaking in while she’s there. Terrifying her. Traumatizing her.

I’m going to fucking kill him!

“FUCK!” I yell, slamming my palms against my steering wheel as I weave through traffic.

This isn’t what was supposed to happen.

She shouldn’t ever be in harm’s way. And now she’s at risk of being shot.

Fear shoots through me at the thought, but fury tramples it away.

This fucking bastard signed his death certificate the moment he strode into her apartment with a gun while she was there.

I make a phone call.