Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 2 (Roman Crime Family) Read Free

me to take any of them off your hands for a night, let me know.”
    “Hey, now. You know I don’t share.”
    “Oh, bitch. Stop the madness. You sharing both of them with other women, why the hell not me? I’m the queen. Hell, they might like dick too. You nev’a know.”
    Jess laughed with him, but his words stung like a brand. The truth was, he was right. She was sharing both of them, and found the more she was with Nick, the more she was not ok with that fact.
    “I know I share him, Joe.” She spoke quietly.
    “Do you ever think about how she’d feel if she found out?”
    “Sometimes. Most of the time I feel petty, resentful and jealous of her life.”
    “Mm hmm. What you need to be worrying about is Eric, and what the fuck he’ll do if he ever finds out, princess. Remember, the universe doesn’t always play fair. Karma has a way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it.”
    She remained quiet as she considered his words. He was right. As usual.
    She hated him for that.
    Jess slipped into the short Chanel dress, underneath she put on his favorite red and black lingerie set. Sitting as Joe did her makeup. When finished, he turned her around to face the mirror. “You are….a vision. Take a look, mama.”
    Jess looked up and gasped, putting her hands to her face. For the first time in her life, she felt stunningly beautiful. A siren ready to make men fall at her feet with her call.
    What a rush.    
    She couldn’t wait to see him tonight. They made plans to meet at the club and have dinner with some of his friends, something she always enjoyed. She liked listening to them tell their stories, feeling like she was a part of his world.
    It made her feel closer to him, almost like they were family. It made the pang of loss and loneliness she felt for her own a little less painful.
    Nick Roman made her feel a lot of things.
    He made her feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. Fucking her senseless every opportunity he got.
    He had her climbing the walls, finding every sensitive spot on her body and teasing, tormenting, kissing, licking, sucking and fondling her to so many orgasms she lost count.
    He was the only man who ever managed to make her feel this way.
    He made her dream about a better life. One with her, and him.
    No Eric, threatening to kill her if she ever left him. No Connie around, reminding Nick of previous commitments, made before he knew he could be happy.
    Thinking about them having a life like that put a silly grin on her face.

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    Pulling into Takers , she sighed ruefully.
    Time for the real world.
    From the looks of it, there was going to be a big crowd. Never a bad thing, since that always meant more money for those dancing.
    She walked in not noticing Angel, who grabbed her arm dragging her back outside.
    “What the hell, Angel?” She glared at him. 
    “Jess…Connie is here with Nick.”
    ‘Wha…what-t?”
    She never planned on coming face to face with the woman whose husband she was fucking. Stupid, she knew. Real life dictated what an idiotic thought that was. Angrily she wiped the tears welling up in her eyes.
    “Nick said play it cool. We’re together if anyone asks.” He brushed a tear that found a way to escape from her cheek. “Follow my lead. I’ll help get you through this.”
    Jess took a deep breath, nodding.
    This is what you get when you choose this kind of life.
    Oh, shut up.
    “I’m so sorry, bambino.” Angel kissed her cheek.
    Wrapping his arms around her waist, he escorted her into the club. Immediately she saw Nick, Connie and a few other couples sitting at his table in the back.
    Seeing her next to him, holding his hand. Touching him . It was as if someone stabbed her in the gut. Her heart dropped, a stone, right in the pit of her stomach.
    She knew what was expected next. Angel hadn’t been inside, and was required to walk over to Nick’s table showing respect to him, and the others sitting there.
    Breathe, Jess. You can do