Roman (Men of the Falls #2) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Men of the Falls Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
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“Do it anyway.”

I picked up my food, and I left before I could say anything else.

My bagel was tasty and the coffee hot and strong. The surprise was the small, wrapped cookie in the bag. I hadn’t ordered a cookie—in fact, I never ate sweets. I looked at it, noticing it was shaped like a sunflower and decorated perfectly. I ate and sipped as the car sped along the highway toward Toronto. I gave in to temptation and had the cookie. It was decadent, tasting buttery and rich, the icing adding to the flavor. Why I consumed it, I had no idea.

I watched the skyline appear, the downtown core almost invisible with all the growth the past few years. My building sat among the skyscrapers, a place of play for people in the city and its visitors.

I couldn’t get Effie out of my mind. Those eyes. The lips that smiled naturally. The sweetness of her expression. The sheer unworldliness that surrounded her. I forced down the rage that continued to rise up. The image of the innocent woman Marianne Warner was so eager to use to help settle her debts kept reappearing in my head. I shuddered, thinking what some men would do to Effie. How quickly that innocence would be replaced by pain. How fast her life would be destroyed.

Something in your world, Marianne had said.

Effie Warner wasn’t my type. Nor did I pay for women and sex.

But many did. And they wouldn’t care anything about her. Her life before or after wouldn’t matter a thing to them.

The casino, Maple II, came into view, and I admired the building. Different from the Maple in Niagara Falls, which followed the flow of the land around it, this building was tall and thin, but still eye-catching and formidable.

My phone buzzed with a text from the men I had trailing Marianne to tell me they still had her in their sights. She was sitting in a bar, drinking and talking to someone on the phone.

I rolled my eyes. Running up a tab she would skip out on, no doubt.

I pushed the thoughts of Marianne and Effie from my mind. I had a meeting to concentrate on. Carlo opened my door, I stepped out of the SUV, the doormen and staff immediately jumping to attention. I strode through the large doors, stopping at the front desk, bypassing the line waiting.

“Mr. Costas. How good to see you,” the manager greeted me. “What can I do for you?”

“My suite and my table at seven.”

“Your suite is ready as always, and I’ll make sure your private booth is cleared and waiting.”

“Send up some scotch.”

“Immediately.”

I headed to the private elevator, ignoring the looks and the obvious attempts to get close by a few women. I wasn’t in the mood for company. I dismissed Carlo, knowing I was safe in this building. He would stay close, but out of my way.

I was in the mood for physical release, but not of a sexual nature. I didn’t want a stranger around me right now, and I never kept anyone on “retainer,” so to speak. I texted the trainer at the gym located downstairs. When he replied he was there and up for some sparring, I smiled.

Since sex was off the table, then punching someone would have to do.

I hoped he was ready.

CHAPTER 3

ROMAN

Ilooked around the restaurant, pleased. Booked solid as always, it was bustling. It was an elegant but comfortable place to dine. My table was in the corner, shielded from view and always available to me or my brother. I stood as Luca appeared, and we greeted each other with a hard hug before sitting down. I had a scotch waiting for him, and we clinked glasses and then each took a sip.

He undid his jacket, running his hand down his tie. “How are you, Roman?”

“Good. You?”

“Busy. Exhausted. Happy. All of it.”

“How is Justine?”

A real smile played on his mouth. “My bride is amazing.”

I chuckled. Luca and Justine had met, hated each other, and fallen in love in a matter of days. Once they did, there was no stopping him, and they were married quickly in Vegas. They’d had another wedding that had been held at the Maple in Niagara Falls, the room packed full of people, some of whom had no idea that over half the guests were dangerous. Justine was the daughter of a powerful man, but she had lived a life away from the business, so her friends were clueless.

But it had been a joyous day, and I had to admit I had never seen my brother look so happy. I had sent them on a monthlong honeymoon to Europe, stepping in and running both sides of our business while he was gone. I was relieved when he returned, happy to turn back over his side of the business. It gave me a headache.


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