Roman's Redemption: Roman: Book II (Roman's Trilogy) by Kimber S. Dawn Page A
Authors: Kimber S. Dawn
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horror while she endured a brand of torture no one should live through. But she never backed down, she never tapped out, she just kept taking brutal hit after brutal blow and laughed, mocking his every move.”
Dr. Sharp’s eyes narrow on my mouse’s, “His? His, who?”
“Sebastian’s. Sebastian Gorman.”
Chapter 17
As soon as Mac was found I gathered all the physical evidence I had on Roman, packed a bag, and left the states. I haven’t really decided where I’ll end up, but I have come up with a plan to ensure my funds remain at a frequency to allow me to vacation or travel to my hearts content. I will be able to come and go as I please.
While I chauffeured Roman from country to country after he married Mac, I fed his demons with the blood of his sexual partners, and after watching him drunkenly ram himself into them while fumbling with his knife, cutting them up and carving their flesh from the bone, I cleaned my own release from my hands and clothes, and I collected things.
Hair samples, body fluids, clearer pictures with appropriate lighting, swatches of torn and tattered clothes, then I labeled them with dates, locations, and names before zipping them closed in appropriate ziplock baggies.
After taking pictures of my evidence and making copies of the original pictures, I began mailing them one by one from number thirteen to twenty…to my father.
At first he was defiant, refusing to send any money to the person blackmailing him and his son. But around number fourteen or fifteen, he started coming around.
This new game I’d began was very amusing in the beginning, however my amusement soon ran out.
It isn’t about the money, or gaining the knowledge of knowing I am making my father squirm. I need more than just their annoyance. I want vengeance, I want fucking retribution. I want my father to know who I am and soon, I want Roman to see that I’m bigger and better than him.
I may have lost Mac, and the thought of her, of having her, and then losing her is too hard to bear. So instead I use my time orchestrating the perfect plan to topple Roman’s life or empire.
I know the grand finale will devastate my mothers’ reputation with the Payne family and in the end will be the reason behind her demise. I know every decision she’s made since the day I was born has been based on her adamancy to take the secret of who my father is to the grave. I also know if my mother actually ever cared about me more than that goddamn secret of hers, I could have had a semi normal upbringing that wouldn’t have consisted of me being shuffled from family member to family member throughout my childhood.
Does she really expect me to allow her sins and secrets to keep me from not only retaliating in my search for the retribution owed to me, but also from my own birth given rights?
After snorting three rails of coke off Candy’s tits, I shove her off me and delve my fingers into Calypso’s hair shoving as much of my semi flaccid cock as I can down the back of her throat.
It’s the undeniable fact that my dick fucking softens like melting butter that causes my hands in her hair to jerk, snapping her neck in two.
Chapter 18
I can’t explain my apprehension to build and cultivate a relationship with my daughter. I also can’t explain why I continue withdrawing from making any futile attempts to secure my daughter’s trust in me.
It’s when I realize how much of her life I’ve missed when I start avoiding and ignoring the milestones she conquered on her own. And then, I have to acknowledge that without me Roman obviously has everything under control where our daughter is concerned. As wrong as it is to say this, it still breaks my heart.
It seems like every time I reach out to her I fumble a Hail Mary attempt to maintain my rights and role as my child’s mother.
My daughter was just that- mine. Before all this shit happened, before Sebastian tore my world apart stealing everything, she was the only
Dr. Sharp’s eyes narrow on my mouse’s, “His? His, who?”
“Sebastian’s. Sebastian Gorman.”
Chapter 17
As soon as Mac was found I gathered all the physical evidence I had on Roman, packed a bag, and left the states. I haven’t really decided where I’ll end up, but I have come up with a plan to ensure my funds remain at a frequency to allow me to vacation or travel to my hearts content. I will be able to come and go as I please.
While I chauffeured Roman from country to country after he married Mac, I fed his demons with the blood of his sexual partners, and after watching him drunkenly ram himself into them while fumbling with his knife, cutting them up and carving their flesh from the bone, I cleaned my own release from my hands and clothes, and I collected things.
Hair samples, body fluids, clearer pictures with appropriate lighting, swatches of torn and tattered clothes, then I labeled them with dates, locations, and names before zipping them closed in appropriate ziplock baggies.
After taking pictures of my evidence and making copies of the original pictures, I began mailing them one by one from number thirteen to twenty…to my father.
At first he was defiant, refusing to send any money to the person blackmailing him and his son. But around number fourteen or fifteen, he started coming around.
This new game I’d began was very amusing in the beginning, however my amusement soon ran out.
It isn’t about the money, or gaining the knowledge of knowing I am making my father squirm. I need more than just their annoyance. I want vengeance, I want fucking retribution. I want my father to know who I am and soon, I want Roman to see that I’m bigger and better than him.
I may have lost Mac, and the thought of her, of having her, and then losing her is too hard to bear. So instead I use my time orchestrating the perfect plan to topple Roman’s life or empire.
I know the grand finale will devastate my mothers’ reputation with the Payne family and in the end will be the reason behind her demise. I know every decision she’s made since the day I was born has been based on her adamancy to take the secret of who my father is to the grave. I also know if my mother actually ever cared about me more than that goddamn secret of hers, I could have had a semi normal upbringing that wouldn’t have consisted of me being shuffled from family member to family member throughout my childhood.
Does she really expect me to allow her sins and secrets to keep me from not only retaliating in my search for the retribution owed to me, but also from my own birth given rights?
After snorting three rails of coke off Candy’s tits, I shove her off me and delve my fingers into Calypso’s hair shoving as much of my semi flaccid cock as I can down the back of her throat.
It’s the undeniable fact that my dick fucking softens like melting butter that causes my hands in her hair to jerk, snapping her neck in two.
Chapter 18
I can’t explain my apprehension to build and cultivate a relationship with my daughter. I also can’t explain why I continue withdrawing from making any futile attempts to secure my daughter’s trust in me.
It’s when I realize how much of her life I’ve missed when I start avoiding and ignoring the milestones she conquered on her own. And then, I have to acknowledge that without me Roman obviously has everything under control where our daughter is concerned. As wrong as it is to say this, it still breaks my heart.
It seems like every time I reach out to her I fumble a Hail Mary attempt to maintain my rights and role as my child’s mother.
My daughter was just that- mine. Before all this shit happened, before Sebastian tore my world apart stealing everything, she was the only
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