Page 63 of Shadows of Obsession

"We need to have that discussion," I murmur, still pressed against his lips.

He opens his eyes and nods, regret clearly visible when he pulls away from me. His absence sends a cold shiver down my spine, and I want to smack myself for interrupting the moment, but I need to clarify some things. I need to feel he trusts me and explains the situation we're in.

Probably my own regret is visible on my face, because he straightens his clothes and says, in a low voice loaded with meaning, "This is the last time your request for a discussion will postpone me pinning you against the first wall I can find and making you scream my name.

Of course I blush, because this man is already enough to make a woman faint. But with his hair tousled, my marks on his back, and that slightly hoarse and affected voice?

Yes. Viagra for women. Without any doubt.

"Let's go to the office," he tells me, extending his hand.

?

Walking into Roman's office, I go blank. I’ve got a million questions fighting to get out but can't grab onto just one. Taking a breath, I try to clear my head - might as well get this over with. Will I like what I hear? Probably not, but better to know the truth. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

"What does your organization do, Roman?"

While I wait for the answer, I pray he doesn't say human trafficking, because I don't know how I would react. I know I said I would accept anything he told me, but when it comes to that, no.

"Mainly weapons, counterfeit goods, and drugs," he says so simply, as if he hadn't just listed three major criminal offences, but hey, it's not human trafficking, which is a plus in my head.

"Prostitution?"

I raise my eyebrows because I know he has a club, and rather than guess, better to put all my doubts on the table.

"By choice. All the girls who do this in my club do it because they want to, not because they're forced, Luna. I have a sister, I have Anuska, and now you. I would never force a woman to sell her body."

I feel the indignation in his tone, but I need these answers, and although I don't feel about anyone how I feel about him, that doesn't mean I shouldn't hear the truth from his mouth.

"What happened with Roxy's police call?"

That's another thing I haven't understood. I avoided telling Roxy that the police never showed up, so as not to panic her, but I need to know in case they come poking around.

"The Chicago police chief is a friend, and I have someone very good at telecommunications and computers. Your friend's call never reached a police patrol."

And I must be staring, because he looks slightly amused by the whole situation.

"What happened to the man from last night?"

His back straightens, and I know he's about to evade the question.

"The less you know about these matters, the better. And before you tell me you need to know, I want you to understand that this is for your protection, and mine too. If you're ever questioned, it's better not to know the details. But he's exactly where he needs to be."

Okay. He's dead. Oh God.

"It has to do with Aidan, doesn't it?"

It's the question that's been bothering me since last night. I paid the last debt. I don't understand why I'm still their target.

"Yes, he racked up more debt, and you were put up as collateral," is all he tells me, and I can see him getting angry.

"I don't understand why. I told Damien I would never pay money for him again..."

"What did you say? Damien?" he asks, standing up and taking his phone in hand, calling someone, judging by how he's pressing the keys.

A few seconds later, a man answers him, but I can only distinguish that he has a deeper voice, and when Roman nearly shouts into the phone, I feel all the blood rushing to my face.

"Can you explain to me why my woman had to pay you a debt, Damien?"

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