Claiming What’s Mine

Sofia: I’ve made it a point to steer clear of the men who work for my father. I have no intention of getting tangled up in that lifestyle. But there’s something about Roman, an irrepressible energy that snaps and sizzles between us. The weight of his stare makes the nerve endings under my skin prickle with awareness. From the moment we met, his dislike was palpable. And nothing has changed in the three years I’ve known him. If I were smart, I’d stay away. But I’m not smart. I’ve proven that time and time again where this man is concerned. Roman: The moment I saw her, I knew she had the power to destroy everything I’d spent years trying to accomplish. I can’t allow that to happen. Most days, I’m barely civil to her, because I know all hell will break loose once the floodgates open. When Sofia should be the last thing I’m thinking about, she’ll relentlessly push her way inside my head. Nothing I’ve found douses the combustible energy that flares to life between us. It’s as frustrating as it is dangerous. I’m like a moth dancing too close to the flickering flames. One of these days I’m going to get burned. Or end up with a bullet in my head.