Alex DeMarco

**ROMANY**

What th fuck? Isn't anyone going to answer?

*Ping* Ruby-

Just come in bitch. It's unlocked.

Oh. Fuck. Okay.

I lifted my hand up to the gleaming gold handle and turned. The moment I stepped past the door, the damn thing swung shut with an automatic grace and a definitive click. The black of the open hallway and the floor to ceiling macabre marble seemed to swallow every ounce of light in the space. Shuttering me in complete darkness.

"Hello?" I called out. I couldn't see a damned thing. Nothing.

"Ro!" Ruby's voice sounded on my left, down a short lonely hallway. I instinctively turned that direction, taking a small step and triggering the sensored track lighting along the floor. *Well, thank fuck.*

actually a long marble lobby

the direction of Ruby's voice, I rounded the corner to find her lounging along a large half moon sofa. Black, just like the rest of this place. She was not

of laying my eyes on sat draped in a separate corner of the room. His heavily muscled frame somewhat hidden behind a heavy mahogany desk. He wore the look of someone who is *never* kept waiting. Full lips in a half frown, he lifted his chin in my direction. His sparkling green eyes flared as they assessed me. Their emerald depths falling over my body in a slow perusal and his sharply chiseled jaw clenching in what I

to twist upward in amusement as he shifted his gaze toward my beautiful cousin. As if to say, *this is her? This is who

at him, turning my attention toward Ruby

Ruby said. "Long time

of DeMarco's gaze at the sound

seen her in a year, she looked exactly the same. Gorgeous and deadly. Her

gather me in a tight welcoming hug and led me further into the room

four horse carriage. I have *never* been this close to anything mafia in

tsked, tearing her eyes away from mine to glare at her employer.

swallowed thickly, the embarrassment of the situation giving rise to a blush. Convincing? Really? I'm not a damn beggar! I glared at the *someone* in question, ignoring the

I already told you I'm not comfortable becoming a

stand. *Jesus, he's tall. Six feet

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