A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 32

*NEXT MORNING, ROMAN'S SUITE*

Alina woke to the taste of salt in her mouth and layers of wetness between her naked thighs, courtesy of Roman's sperm.

She's sandwiched beside him in bed, both naked.

They shagged till midnight, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

She smiled when she saw him still asleep peacefully beside her, and she brought her hand to his lips to touch.

"My baby," she whispered, inching closer to him.

He has never allowed her to have a taste, and she wants it as bad as she wants him.

She closed her eyes when their lips were about to meet, but she was suddenly pushed, and she fell off the bed, her eyes opening wide.

She stood nakedly to see Roman awake, and his eyes were filled with much irk that she almost crawled onto the wall.

"What were you trying to do?" he asked.

"I wanted to kiss you, is that a taboo? We spent the night together, so I . . .

"You presented your p***y as free and I took it! You might wanna pick up your clothes right now and get out, otherwise I'll have to push you out naked," he replied, and she began crying.

Tears rolled down her cheeks so fast, annoying Roman more.

"Get the f**k out!!" He yelled, picking her panties, bra, and gown from the ground.

He threw them at her, and she caught them on her chest.

She was thinking last night changed something between them, but it seems she was being delusional.

Roman will always be Roman.

She slowly put on her clothes, then she picked the two used condoms from the ground, folding her palms on them.

Roman opened the door for her, and she couldn't take her teary eyes off him till she was out.

"Bad luck," Roman muttered bitterly, shutting the door before starting to dress up.

"Roman!" Paval's voice called from the door.

"It's too early, Paval," he replied.

"Your nurses are demanding to see you," Paval replied, and Roman reluctantly stepped out.

He met the four women outside for real, all shaking and cowering in fear.

"Last night, we . . . Left the clinic because of the blizzard," the head nurse said.

"Yes?" Roman raised his brows suspiciously.

"And this morning we saw the front door destroyed and the two cameras of a ward," the second nurse said.

"Show me," Roman replied, and he was led to the clinic.

"The f**k?" he muttered when he saw the ruined door, then he was led to the ward too to see the ruined cameras.

The person even had the guts to set fire on something on the tiled ground, so that part is currently black, and there's a cigar stunt too.

Roman picked the stunt, checking out the brand ...

"jaguar?" He said, scoffing.

Only Dimitri smokes that brand in this whole compound, and he left this stunt because he obviously wants them to know it's him.

"That bastard? Now that my father is back on my side, he wants to wage a war? Darn!" Roman kicked the bed in front of him, and the nurses quickly shifted back as he walked out of the ward, eventually leaving the clinic.

Paval was following him behind when Lady Seraphina crossed him, carrying a tray on her way from the kitchen.

"Can you take this to Natalia? It's her chamomile tea," she said.

"Me? Why?" Paval replied without blinking, and her stomach grumbled.

"I have a running stomach; I have to take care of it. Please," she said.

Paval took the tray from her, and she thanked him fast, then rushed off.

Paval texted Roman about it before going ahead to Natalia's suite.

He rang her alarm, and she came to the door with only a short towel around her chest.

It didn't even cover half of her wet thighs, and she wrapped a head towel on her hair too, both color yellow.

Obviously, she just finished having her bath.

Her palm was bleeding, and immediately Paval saw it, he looked back at her face.

"Really?" he said, and she smiled.

"Good to see you first in the morning," she said, and he entered the room.

Since it was his first time inside, he halted when he saw the burning candle path everywhere, all her windows closed and the curtains down.

"Is this a rabbit hole or something? Rabbit holes are even more livable," he said, dropping the tray on the big table.

"Are you calling my room a rabbit hole?" she replied.

"Directly... Why would I go through corners for you when you're blunt?" he replied, and she smiled again.

He went to her, grabbed her bare shoulders, and made her sit on the chair, then he sat in front of her and tore apart his shirt since a bandage was not available.

He wiped her bleeding palm, then wrapped the torn cloth on it as a bandage.

"Wounding yourself with the knife every day is not a life. You're smarter than this," he said.

"If I wound myself again, I'll call you. Will you tear your clothes to tie on it again?" she replied.

"You're sick," he mumbled, standing up.

"Where are you going? What about the tea?" She stood too.

He gave her a questioning look.

"Feed me" she said.

"Stop it," he replied.

"I'm pouring everything away if you don't," she took the tray, and he snatched it from her.

He sat back, taking the small spoon.

Natalia sat too, smiling as he scooped tea on the spoon and blew air on it before bringing it to her mouth.

She opened up slowly, holding eyes with him as she drank it.

"You should try it out too," she offered.

"Why would I? I'm not crazy in the head like you," he replied, and her countenance changed immediately.

She hit the cup away from him, and fell on the ground, breaking.

"Natalia" he called.

"Go," she replied, staring at the broken pieces.

Without another word, Paval left the suite, and she sighed, darting her eyes to her tied hand.

She brought it to her lips and kissed it softly, shutting her eyes.

"Asshole" she muttered.

A text from Elena made her stand.

There's a family meeting at the house of Volkovs, so she went back in to dress up.

After Alina went to her apartment to clean up, she expected breakfast, but it never came, so she decided to go to the kitchen and fetch some.

She was heading towards the kitchen when she saw Sin, walking naked.

He's coming from the direction of his suite, going towards Katya's own.

The mobsters around are already having a show of him, feasting their eyes with his c**k, especially the females.

"I badly want to taste that."

"Heard he's a good fucker."

"Yeah he is, but have you heard about Death?"

"Death will f**k you to oblivion, wait till you try it."

"Semyon!" Alina pulled him, and he batted his lids at her.

"Sin... It's Sin" he groaned.

"Do you enjoy walking naked?" She asked with a scowl.

"My biggest hobby right there," he smiled in a silly way, pointing at his p***s.

"Semyon!" Katya came over, and his smile grew bigger.

"Hey baby sissy!"

"I'm tired of your antics, really," Katya shook her head, taking him away.

Alina sighed as she watched them leave.

She searched the crowd of mobsters with her eyes. Maybe she'd see Sophia and Lev or Vera, but she saw none.

"I'm impatiently waiting for Leo's dead body," a guy suddenly said behind her, and she quickly turned.

Leo?

"His dead body should be out of the basement before 10," another guy replied, and she rushed to them.

"What are you both talking about?" She asked, and they gave her funny looks.

"Lina? Were you dead last night? Every living thing in this compound knows Leo got arrested by Death after he slapped him, and he's currently in the basement."

Alina gasped in shock, covering her mouth.

She quickly got her phone to check the group, and the amount of shock she got could kill her.

While she was getting f****d senselessly by Roman last night, Sophia was getting dragged.

"s**t!" She drove her fingers into her hair crazily.

"What should I do?"

*KATYA'S SUITE*

"Did you drink last night? Is that why you're doing the naked walk again?" Katya asked when she arrived with Sin, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"I didn't drink; I f****d. I'm always too lazy to wear my clothes back," he replied.

"So who's the girl?" Katya asked, crossing her arms.

She tried hard to hide the jealousy in her eyes, but she failed, and when Sin saw it, he smiled.

"You feel the same way, don't you?" He threw his arm at her waist, but she pushed him back.

He held still, tightening his hold on her middle.

"Semyon . . ." She pulled back again, avoiding his eyes.

"Stop holding back, you want this, Kat." He said, sliding his second hand under her short jean skirt.

He was almost touching her thongs, but then she elbowed him on the jaw, and he fell on her couch, groaning.

"Enough, ok?" she said.

"Aren't you tired of this f****d up family legacy? We're literally jailed here," he muttered.

"I'll get you something to wear," she replied, walking to the closet.

"Are you still in love with Adrian?" He talked again, and Katya stopped, taking a look at the locket on her chest. She rubbed it and gulped.

She didn't give him a reply before entering the closet.