Roman: Book 1 Read Free

my head. All I can muster as a reply is whispered and broken, “Daddy, they weren’t playing like that.”
    He didn’t turn around that day.
    I wished on every first star and prayed before bedtime every night that one day I would see Rome again and make sure he was okay.
     
    But I never saw him again.



Chapter 1
         1995
    It is the middle of finals for this term and my last year at University. My Bachelors in Science of Psychology, a choice I made for the challenge I believed would accomplish in assisting me in the long run
is
within reach and only months away.
    The cable ties tighten around Amanda’s neck as she continues to struggle. The sight of her eyes bulging and her lips turning blue drives me to ram my cock into her harder and faster. As my cum floods her tight pussy, an epiphany slams its way into my mind. I see clearer than I’ve ever seen before. My eyes dart to the University forms on my computer desk, all of which are begging me to begin my residency with their organization.
    Snatching the paring knife from beside the bed, I slip it beneath the zip ties, snipping the plastic away from Amanda's throat. I rush towards the forms on my desk and hear her body thud against the floor as her gasping breaths echo against the walls of my dorm.
    “Wha— Roman, what was… Roman?!” Her voice is clearly distorted and as raspy as a veteran two pack a day smoker.
    “Speak my name again, and it will be the last name to fall from your lips.” I bark out over my shoulder while flipping through the forms in order to find the top OBGYN turnout in residency.
    “Women.” I mutter to myself still reeling from my revelation. “Of course. It would always boil down to women.”
    When her words rudely disagree with mine
,
it takes every fiber of my being not to finish what I started using the cable ties for. “Women? No, it doesn’t fucking boil down to women!” She stands shouting. In my peripheral I watch her slide her lithe body into a dark gray dress before stepping into her heels. “Roma—, sorry, what is it? What’s wrong, what did I do wrong?”
    “Amanda, it isn’t what you did wrong, love, your perfect little masochistic self has shown me the direction my life should take.” I sigh turning towards her before finishing, “And now, you leave.” With a sardonic smile across my face I nod towards the dorm door.
    Her eyes well with tears as she smiles sadly and walks to the door. Her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please remember I love you. Bye.”
    After she closes the door quietly behind her, my eyes fall to the form and in my perfect calligraphy penmanship I fill out the necessary information. Once the form is filled out I place it inside the envelope and stick stamp on it before making my way to the campus office.
    On my way back to the dorm, my eye is caught by a frenzy of crying girls and men who look as though they’ve seen a ghost. Police cars and ambulances are surrounding the students and dorms. An acquaintance of mine, Brad, comes running up to me shaking his head, “Man! You know that girl you’ve been banging, Amanda? She just took a swan dive off the top of the girl’s dorms! The police found a letter grasped in her hand but they won’t say what’s in it!”
    My eyes follow the direction his hand is motioning towards and land on the resulting chaos ensuing on the campus. “Did anyone see the letter before the authorities got here?” I calmly ask.
    I notice a girl pointing an officer in my direction before looking back at Brad waiting for him to answer. “No, not that I know of. Campus security was the one who found her.”
    The officer walks up to me with a pad and pen in his hand before asking, “You Mr. Roman Payne?”
    My steady hand extends towards him and after he shuffles his pen and paper to his left hand his extends as well, “I am.”
    “I’m detective Heath Mackenzie.” His damp paw moves slowly up and down in a pathetic excuse of a handshake. “Did you know