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ROMAN POV:

Enna held tight on me and I kept my arm around his shoulders for a moment longer, feeling the tension in the air of the warehouse and knowing that soon the crossfire would start again. This temporary break was due to the fact that for a moment both sides needed to assess each other and decide how to move; and mostly, because that dead bastard's side realised their non-existent chances and they were probably trying to find a way to escape this place. It wasn't going to happen, because our men were placed outside guarding the possible exits and escape points. None of them was going to survive this and see the light of the new day.

Boss Boris wasn't going to grant them any mercy and why should he? He stood in a position where mercy in such situation would've only damaged him.

"What are we going to do?" Enna asked me and he was still shaking. I couldn't entirely imagine what was going on in his mind, because on this we were entirely different. I basically grew up in this world, while my angel...well, he came from a very different reality.

"We need to kill that woman and with that we'll be over. If we cut the head of the last snake, this entire situation will collapse." That was true, because we already got rid of their useless minions and they would never dare to challenge the organization another time. The boss would then take care of those small fries in Ireland, simply making a favour to Mr. Diaz, who would surely appreciate it. It was our boss duty and he only was the one that could have directly approached a man standing in his same position.

"She used Cillian," Enna whispered and his voice, even if very quiet, resonated of the anger and resentment he felt for that woman. In that moment he might have wished to kill her because of what happened to his two friends, but even if he had the occasion, I would never let him dirty his hands for such worthless people.

"That woman will die," I promised my angel with resolute voice and he only tightened the grip on me even more.

He was scared in a way and I comprehended his fear. He wasn't made for this life and, in my heart, I would never forgive Cillian Flannery for having involved my angel in such dangerous and vicious war. That fool hadn't remotely imagined the consequences, but he should have had. I felt sorry for my love, for his loss, but in my heart, I knew it was better for that man to be dead already. As my eyes quickly looked at my angel, I wasn't sure if pulling the trigger against Cillian would be easy, but one thing was sure: if he were still alive, he would have known what it meant to endanger the only person I loved.

"Enna," I went to say, wanting to slightly push him away for I had Ruslan's filthy blood on me and I didn't want to taint him even more. "Please, I..." He silenced me with a quick look and the shaking somehow ceased. How much strength there was in his mind and heart? I admired my love for this; he was incredible and I believe it was his admirable strength that pushed me to further limits. I couldn't abandon him and I couldn't let anybody kill me: my angel's strength and love in a way guided me when I fought against that bastard. I knew that I couldn't let that traitor get in between our future life.

"It doesn't matter, my love," he murmured back with a faint smile, touching my face slightly and shaking his head. The delicate sound of his voice caressed my ears. I stared at him a second: this confrontation and fight had to end already. "It doesn't matter. I would have killed him, if I had the chance, but I knew you were not going to die by his hands. I knew you would finish it."

I only stared at him a fraction of a second listening to his words, realising he wouldn't have regretted killing that bastard if he managed to cut my throat, feeling even closer to him, feeling our souls and hearts connected to a point that I wondered whether it was humanly possible or understandable, and then, I pulled him against my chest, quickly twisting around and shielding his body with mine as the temporary truce ceased and a man from Ruslan's side tried to reach for me and kill my angel. He signed his instantaneous death sentence.

As I caught view of the vermin, I immediately aimed for his head and fired, sending him dead to the ground. His corpse collapsed as his head was blown away. I grabbed Enna by his arm and quickly got us both on our feet, going to search for another spot, for standing too long in one place was going to be dangerous for my angel. We were sitting ducks. My eyes searched for Anton and he had moved already, wanting to reach for the boss and also, wanting to kill that woman, who had managed to once more hide herself. She was very good at evading danger and at not exposing her neck, but it was just a matter of short time. We were going to cut the head of the last snake and the war would finally stop.

"Never leave my side," I told Enna and he nodded, his face pale and his eyes holding a haunted expression that gripped at my heart.

He was strong, very strong, yes. But there was a limit to it; a limit imposed by experiencing something so far from his world and darkest imagination; a limit imposed by how his feelings had almost been crashed by real suffering. I had no idea how long it would take for him to put everything behind his back and forget about it, if he was ever going to completely forget it. But I was sure that I would do everything in my power to help him in that and make him forget about the sorrow and dread he experienced. Yes, I was going to take care of my angel.

Anton must have seen me with the corner of his eye, because he signalled me with his hand that the way was momentarily clear and so, I darted away from the forklift, holding Enna firmly and watching my surrounding. I eyed an empty, rather tall wooden case and decided to stand at its side, even if it wasn't the safest position; it was still good in order to shield my angel.

"Where is the boss?" I asked Anton, as for a moment I had missed his location, being entirely focused on Enna.

The boss knew how to take care of himself without doubts, but for today I still was Roman with the Stars and even if I already knew that I had chosen love over duties, I would still guard him until everything was over. It was a matter of honour and I wasn't going to leave this life and world as a dishonoured and vile man.

"He is there with three trusted men, but I'm afraid he's going after his wife," he shouted back at me, for he suddenly turned his head and we both fired at a man a moment before he could shoot Anton at his back. "Shit..." he swore out loud and then growled in his usual way, signalling he was about to have enough of this. He had always preferred open battles and confrontations, rather than hiding and striking in measured ways. I understood him in a way and I also had grown tired of this useless game.

I searched for the oligarch and I spotted him trying to get cover in a corner of the warehouse, where a couple of our men guarded him. We still needed him alive or at least, alive for us to kill. Enna kept pressed to me and I didn't dare to let go of him in this madness, but then I finally spotted that woman and she was holding a gun, not surprisingly able to use it. She hadn't seen me and that was good, so I went to aim at her in order to simply disarm her, knowing the boss wanted to deal with her. Yet, I had not the time because I noticed her trying to find the right moment to fire at boss Boris's back. As I said, I was still Roman with the Stars and I wouldn't let her kill the man that gave me a life.

I fired at her, but missed the shot of a mere inch, given I had been distracted by a man that for a moment seemed to charge against us: in the moment I shot at Olena, my concentration focused on my angel's safety and I was about to turn the gun on the man menacing us. But Anton covered our backs and he took care of that annoyance. However, that woman spotted me and managed to disappear from our sight. She was the one that mostly worried me, because she had a talent for keeping alive and dodging any sort of danger. She was like a snake that knew when to slither away unseen and avoid unnecessary risks.

"That fucking bitch," Anton swore more loudly, firing more at the dead man out of spite. "I can't wait to get my hands on her neck."

I said nothing to that and concentrated my attention and focus on the boss, assessing the surrounding and trying to guess from where she would strike and where she could be possibly hiding. The place was rather bare for a warehouse and the hiding corners were almost non-existent. I searched and studied the surrounding more and then I understood.

"Don't move from here and trust me," I told Enna, as I had to take a difficult decision in the midst of a crossfire and waste no time. I could count on Anton for watching my back and making sure my angel wasn't targeted. My love said nothing, simply nodded and so I darted away from where we took temporary shelter and I managed to reach boss Boris right on time before a bullet would kill him.

I called his name and he turned around seeing me charging against him, as I threw myself in front of him, seeing with the corner of my eye his wife aiming a gun and firing. The bullet hit me straight in the shoulder and the impact of the shot at a rather close distance shoved us both to the ground; no pain registered in my body when I got hit and that helped in not blinding or clouding my senses and reactions. I only registered the cry of my angel calling for my name the moment I had been shot.

ENNA POV:

Roman told me to not move and it was implicit that he asked me to trust him, silently telling me that he wouldn't let anybody hurt me and that the man called Anton could be somehow trusted. But as he darted out of our temporary cover, I think my blood turned into ice and petrified me on the spot for a painful long moment. Roman shouted the name of the man I understood being his boss as that vicious and horrible woman was about to fire at him.

It all happened in just a very few seconds, but to me, it all seemed to run painfully and horribly slow. And in that moment, I wished I had a weapon in my hands to protect my Roman from her.

"Romannnn!!!" I screamed with all the voice I had in me as I witnessed with pure and maddening horror my love being shot by a bullet. It struck him right in the shoulder and my heart almost broke when I saw it, as blood spilled from the wound and the impact of the shot threw Roman to the ground, still shielding that man. "Roman!!!" I cried more and I went to move, wanting to reach my love and wanting to make sure he was alive and breathing and...I was about to go crazy and I just wanted that woman dead. I took a step prey of my emotions, but Anton grabbed my arm and shook his head violently.

"Away," he only said with hard accent and it was clear he didn't speak my language. He had exposed himself in the intent to stop me and I realised then, as my eyes stared at Roman getting up immediately, about to fire back at the woman, that I had been about to do something very stupid. But the moment the bullet hit my Roman...I felt physical pain in my chest and I thought my heart broke in infinite pieces. I wanted this over for him and I wanted to begin our life together, so I could take care of him.

I felt like dropping on my knees as my love stood on his feet and looked like he had not felt the pain inflicted by the gun, as if he had no wound spilling warm, crimson blood. I took a deep breath trying to regain some impossible to achieve calmness and in a split of a second, I remembered what once he told me, when we sat on the couch of my apartment in Dublin: Roman almost never felt physical pain. My heart seemed to beat again and I forced myself standing without faltering.

This was like having the most horrific and dreadful nightmare with open eyes. A nightmare that happened in such short and fast time that it felt surreal.

The blonde woman smiled in a vicious way at Roman and then aimed her gun in my direction and my love shouted at Anton something, because in no time he fired with his gun and I heard a loud cry coming from behind me. I forced myself to stay where I was and saw how Anton was trying to search the surrounding, barking orders at his men, because she had disappeared once more and I also looked around to see where she was hiding, afraid she would try to kill Roman by firing him in his back, but I noticed where she stood too late and my eyes widened as I saw her standing not too far with the gun pointed at me. She wanted to hit Roman by killing me.

Roman suddenly jumped in front of the woman and I instinctively followed his order the moment he shouted me to get down. I threw myself to the ground and prayed with all my heart and soul for my love's safety. I heard two bullets being fired and I let go of my breath only when I saw Roman standing and the woman contorting on the ground and screaming in pain.

My love had saved me another time and he hadn't hesitated throwing himself between the weapon and me...he saved my life another. My Roman called me his angel, yet, he had been my guardian angel since we met.

When this was going to end, I would make sure to take care of my love and be his angel in every possible way.

ROMAN POV:

I wasted no time in holding my weapon tightly and I turned around on time to fire back at that woman, but I felt a subtle shiver of fear gripping at my guts and travelling down my spine as I realised what she was really after. I had no time to run after my love, so I did everything in my power to protect him.

"Anton," I called him and he must have understood me immediately because one of the last remaining traitors was shot dead by him while in the intent of harming Enna.

In the confusion of the moment generated by our men that fired against the last remaining vermin ending their miserable lives and ending the crossfire and the last battle of this war, Olena tried to escape and aimed the weapon at my angel, momentary exposed at mortal danger. I didn't need time to even think about any reaction. It all happened on an instinctive level: I had to protect Enna no matter what.

"Down, my angel," I shouted at Enna in English and he threw himself on the ground the moment he heard my "down", while in the same instant I placed myself in front of that woman in the intent to shield him from bullets, and I shot her in the hand holding the gun and then in the leg, taking her down completely. She fell on the ground screaming in pain, holding her leg and crying. Blood spilled from her wounds, just as it spilled from my own. In the action it must have opened up even more. I had almost forgotten that I had been shot. When I realised she was actually planning to kill Enna, I forgot about everything else. My senses only concentrating on keeping him safe and unharmed. Everything else disappeared.

I looked at her contorting on the ground and swearing at all of us, my hand tightening against the gun I was holding, for a moment wishing to end her pathetic life for what she had tried to do, for having involved my angel and scratched his face with her disgusting nails. But I knew it wasn't me who had to fire the last bullet. The boss was the one that had to end it with her once and for all. My eyes stared more at her coldly and mercilessly, and the realisation of what just happened finally spread through my mind and heart.

It was over.

This entire war was over.

Everything was finally over. I could start my new life with Enna.

At that thought, I turned my head looking at him, seeing him alive and finally out of this nightmare. My angel was there, unharmed and without further wounds. The mere view of him safe was enough to give peace to my heart. It was over. We locked eyes together for a brief moment and many silent words were spoken in that short time. He smiled and I wanted to be there with him, holding him in my arms and tell him that it was over, that there was nothing else to fear. But we weren't alone and one last matter needed to be handled.

"Roman," boss Boris stepped beside me, placing a hand on my not injured shoulder and looking at me with a tense expression. "You saved me again."

Yes, I had saved his life, but when I understood that his wife wanted to actually kill my angel, I knew that I would have not protected my life's boss any longer if I had to choose. If that woman would have put me through a situation where I had to decide, I would choose Enna without the slightest hesitation or regret. It was my choice and he was my very soul. Thus, I responded nothing to his words and simply inclined my head quickly.

My life as Roman with the Stars was over.

"What do you want to do with her?" I asked and instead of replying me, he looked at the gun he had strapped to his side with a dark smile and caressed it for a moment. His wife suddenly stopped moving around and crying, her eyes now wide and showing primal fear for the first time.

"Boris...no..." she tried to say, but the boss broke out with a laugh that replied to her insincere and miserable pleading. If it wasn't us, someone else would have taken her life after what she caused. There were no doubts in the matter. She was aware of that and in her last remaining seconds, she only insulted Boris more.

"I will end this once and for all. This whore here had caused too much damage to our organization and cost me too much money and time."

He pulled the gun out of the holster and without saying anything else, he shot her in the head. Her brains and skull splattered on the ground and I hoped with all my heart that Enna hadn't witnessed this. I turned my eyes to the boss and he was staring at her blood and brains with an unreadable expression. The betrayal had hit him deeper than expected. I walked away to reach my angel, because I couldn't bear to leave him another second alone, not in this place. It was too much for his gentle and pure soul, no matter how strong my Enna was. He saw me moving in his direction and he immediately rushed toward me, going to throw his arms around my neck, tears in his eyes and a face so pale that looked like his skin was made of wax.

"Roman," he breathed out with broken and wavering voice and I then comprehended why tears were in his eyes and why his face was strained and full of worry. I had been shot and he had witnessed it and I could only try to imagine how he felt in that moment. His arms went to reach for my neck, wanting to press close to me, but I remembered how dirty I still was and so, my hands wrapped around his wrists and gently brought them down.

"I am dirty and have the blood of that traitor on me," I explained with a tired smile, because I suddenly felt tired.

"I don't care, Roman, I just...Roman you were shot, how can you stand like this?" I felt him tremble as I held his wrists and his hair was tangled and slightly dirty, like his clothes. The scratched given by that woman on his face. I only wanted to get him out of here as soon as possible.

"Are you hurt?" I asked him instead and he shook his head, his eyes still wide and planted on me. "This is good, my angel."

"I should be the one asking you and you protected me until last moment...she could have killed you, my love...I thought my heart had stopped beating when that woman shot you."

"I was not going to let her kill me, I promised you, remember?" He only nodded with a strained, yet soft smile and as I stared at his lips, I violently and ardently desired to taste them. But I couldn't: not in such place, not while so dirty and not until around this sort of people. "Soon you will be back home with your family." I saw the question in his eyes and I smiled briefly. "I will follow you soon, please don't worry." He wanted to move closer to me, but he comprehended my intents and why I didn't allow myself to let my arms go around his shoulders. He had read my emotions and he offered me a smile that I would never forget in my entire life.

"I will wait for you and please Roman, don't feel so guilty. You have done nothing...actually, you saved my life."

However, our reunion was quickly interrupted because I heard the voice of our men asking boss Boris what to do with Danila Petrenko and the Boris called me. I knew what I had to do and it was a clear message I had to give to all of them. I squeezed Enna's wrists quickly and our eyes let our souls communicate for that very brief instant before I joined those men for the last time.

"You did see enough, so please turn around and cover your ears; you didn't deserve this, my angel. Forgive me, but I have my last duty as Roman with the Stars and, I have to do this myself."

"I don't need to cover my ears and close my eyes when it comes to you, my love," he quietly whispered and for the first time in my entire life, I knew what real forgiveness and peace of soul felt like. The way he stared at me and the way his voice caressed my heart with its soothing and healing sweetness made me feel less dirty and tainted while standing in front of this pure angel.

"Thank you," I only said and I walked to where those men stood, holding Danila Petrenko still tied and looking more miserable than before.

"If you let me go, you will have a powerful ally," he tried to explain, but we all knew that it was a lie and that it would have only sent out a bad message. Plus, the boss surely wanted to get his hands on the oligarch's properties and various businesses, not to mention take some personal revenge in ending his life.

"You perfectly know this is gigantic bullshit," Anton said and the boss shook his head at my mute question, but then stepped to my side and spoke to the oligarch.

"You sided with the wrong woman and you didn't realise how she was toying with all of you. You believed you could control her, but she was a very dangerous whore and you'll agree on that. Everybody will know what happens if they decide to mess with Boris and his organization. Other bastards considering the same idea will think about it twice."

None of us could afford any kind of mercy and not after what happened in the past two months. Too much was at stake for the boss and for me, for I was the first who couldn't afford leaving Danila Petrenko free after having seen the face of the person I loved and after having information about him. It was my job now. Everyone in this place had to get the message clearly. So, I readied my gun and pressed the barrel of it against the oligarch's temple, witnessing how he suddenly fell silent and still; I had to give him credit for not being a coward and for embracing his destiny with dignity. He closed his eyes and dropped his head down, completely defeated, murmuring something so quietly that it was impossible to distinguish the words. I fired and his corpse slumped with a quiet thud on the floor.

As his dead body dropped on the ground, I lowered my hand, knowing this was going to be the last man I would ever kill. My life as Roman with the Stars was over. I quickly looked at the gun still in my hand, because for now, I wasn't comfortable at the idea of being completely unarmed while Enna was still here. Everyone siding with those traitors was dead, but the men working for our organization were there. They wouldn't dare doing anything against their boss's orders and, as a matter of fact, I knew they feared me more than anybody else. They feared me more than the Devil itself and they were right in doing so. Yet...my angel was here and I couldn't afford to be entirely exposed and vulnerable.

I looked around and indeed, it was over and the dead bodies of Olena and her lover Danila Petrenko lay on the ground of the warehouse along with Ruslan's and his men, with some of our men. We reported a few and calculated losses, with Anton slightly grazed by a bullet but alive for he wore a bulletproof vest. Boris was completely unharmed and I didn't expect it differently.

We left none of those traitors alive and it was necessary to send a clear message to whoever would dare in the future to antagonize boss Boris; I also didn't like the idea of leaving them alive after having seen Enna's face. They knew nothing about his name I believed, but that wasn't hard to find out. They could have posed a threat to my love and in truth, even the men of our organization could still pose a threat, but I somehow believed that after having witnessed me fighting hand-to-hand against that traitor and after having saved their boss's life another time, they would not dare to come after me.

"What about his corpse, boss?" Anton asked while eyeing the dead man. "Should we do something useful with that?"

"Do you have any idea?" Boris asked us both and I nodded toward Anton, leaving him the fun in dealing with that. He smirked at me and there was the usual dark light in his eyes. He loved to leave rather gruesome messages and to be fair, those messages were the one that mostly left the sign.

"How about we leave his head beside the corpse right at the doorstep of his headquarter?" He replied with a wicked smile and he cracked his fingers, already probably thinking about how to signature of our organization on it.

I was glad that Enna did not understand Ukrainian. I nodded at Anton, as it was going to be his doing. My part was finished and after this, I realised that the only way to leave this world was to fake my death. Boris and a few men would still know I lived, mostly for them to remember to not cross my path once I left the organization, to remind them not to dare searching for me or my angel. But everybody else had to think I was dead and gone.

My eyes moved more around the warehouse and they spotted the dead body of Cillian Flannery. I had to get Enna out of here as soon as possible. He shouldn't stay in a place like this longer than he already did. Too many ghosts; too many vivid nightmares and demons. As if hearing my thoughts, Enna walked to me and tore a piece of his shirt and went to placed it on my shoulder. I let him, because somehow, I needed to feel his soft touch. While he pressed a torn piece of cloth on my wound, his face pale, clearly showing on his beautiful and breath-taking eyes the signs of the trauma he had experienced in these days, Anton stepped closer and asked me if I needed help or to go to the hospital. I would never forget what he did before, while he protected my love.

"No, this is nothing. I don't feel pain, as you know," I replied in my mother language and then, I asked Enna to tie the cloth around the wound. "My angel, can you please tie it around very strong?"

"You need to see a doctor, because you lost a lot of blood and I am afraid that..." I went to touch his lips to soften and smooth his worries away, but I refrained from that intimate and much needed gesture for several reasons: I still had that bastard's blood on myself, we were not alone and I would not touch him in any way until I tested myself. So, I smiled at him and he closed his mouth, for he was talking in his usual fast way whenever he was worried or nervous. "Please..."

"I will go see a doctor mostly to disinfect the wound and close it with stitches, yes?"

He nodded and smiled back, but the tiredness, the sadness and the emotional strain suffered didn't allow him to smile in his typical striking and open way. I simply wanted to get my angel out of here as soon as possible and have him back to Dublin with his family. He had witnessed and suffered enough and after I killed Danila Petrenko, I realised that I wouldn't be able to kill another person anymore, unless it meant to protect and save my Enna.

Anton observed us and he was still confused about our relationship and by the fact I was in love with a man, yet I could see the way he stared at my angel, understanding what he meant for me, obviously finding him beautiful and attractive, even if in Anton's eyes Enna was a man. I doubt my friend would've done anything with him once he realised his gender, for Anton was very attracted to women in general and sex with them was something he would never renounce. However, it was clear that my angel fascinated him. I said nothing to his obvious and unashamed staring because he would never disrespect Enna and because, he would never dare to do anything to displease me. He wasn't a fool and he grasped how things were and I would react.

We exchanged a quick look and Anton shook his head when I went to talk for I wished to sincerely thank him for protecting my angel. But, we all stood in the same place and my senses alerted the moment boss Boris walked to us and held a gun against Enna.

I had a feeling this might have happened. My instinct expected it and that's why I didn't discard the weapon before.

I knew he would not let me go as easily as he said yesterday and if he did, it would have worried me. Enna froze on the spot and grew paler than he already was, while Anton revealed a rather shocked expression on his face and looked between the boss and me, about to take a step in my direction in the intent to side with us. I shook my head once and he got my message: he didn't need to get involved into this and he was going to stay here, while I was the one that soon would have left this world and this city for good. I placed myself in front of my angel as way to entirely shielding him and my eyes assessed the men in front me, who now only represented a threaten to my soul-mate. My hand rose in front of me and aimed the weapon at Boris.

If he dared to harm Enna or simply trying to pose a menace to my love, I wouldn't hesitate pulling the trigger. I had given my word about that and I meant it with my soul. If needed, I would kill all of them.

"Why should I let you go?" Boss Boris asked me with rough voice, pointing his gun at me with hard eyes and the two men standing at his sides did the same, even though I could read fear and hesitation in their eyes the moment I aimed the weapon at them. They had seen me killing that traitor with my own hands, saving their boss's life and killing Danila Petrenko without regret or doubts. They knew very well of what I was capable of and they knew that if they dared to pull the trigger, they would die immediately.

"Because you perfectly know I'm no longer the Roman with the Stars you need and that I no longer wish to belong to this world. Lower your weapon and nobody will get hurt," I ordered him, as in that moment, he no longer was my boss.

"If I kill that person you seem to love so desperately, I will solve the problem for you, because you'll never really leave this life and your true identity." He might have been right in a way: I was never going to forget my past and my being Roman with the Stars, but now it was over. I wanted a normal life beside Enna.

"If you try killing my angel, I will kill you first. You'll have to first shoot me dead before being able to harm my angel and I can guarantee you that I won't be the one going down first." I paused a moment to stare at him more severely and I never lowered my gun. "I will repeat it once more: let us go and I will spare your life. Try to pull the trigger and you're all dead."

"You would die for that person beside you and you would kill your old boss?" He asked me with a tone of voice I couldn't entirely interpret. I studied him a moment longer and then relaxed my stance, slightly lowering my gun. So, that was the deal.

"Yes, I would die for my angel and, even if I don't want it and even if it isn't easy, I would eliminate you. The moment your wife and Ruslan involved my angel, I also fought this war for personal reasons, instead of duties only. You realised it by yourself today, right?" He nodded and observed silently for a couple of seconds.

"So, now you made your choice," he said, also lowering his gun.

"Yes, I made my choice."

Boss Boris stared at me for another few seconds, trying to read into my eyes, and then shook his head, conceding me a quick and stretched smile.

"I understand it very well now, Roman. You are free from your Stars and you're free to do as you please. You saved my life another time today, shielding this old man with your own body without hesitation. You risked a lot. I indebted to you and I give you my word that once you will leave Kiev and this life for good, nobody will ever dare to chase you or try to follow you. It will be as if Roman with the Stars never existed."

"Thank you," I only said, slightly inclining my head as sign of respect.

Yes, it was entirely over.

ENNA POV:

The man, who I understood being Roman's boss, pointed his gun at me and so did two men beside him. In that moment, I froze on the spot and I noticed how that man called Anton shifted stance somehow ready to come to our side, but my love gave a quick shake of head and stepped in front me, placing himself between the weapon and me. I gasped and went to say something, but as I moved to his side, his free hand grabbed my arm and kept me there. I understood from the way he was tightly having his fingers around my forearm that I had to stay silent and trust him.

Roman stared at his boss for a second only and then, aimed his gun at that man. I almost gasped out aloud, but I managed to control it. He was pointing the weapon against his old boss and I knew what that man had done in the past for my Roman. Everyone around us froze on the spot and I could see the expression on the men' faces turning from dreadful surprise to palpable fear. They knew what my love was capable of and they had witnessed him today fighting with his hands and knives. I gulped down and almost didn't dare to breath, realising what was happening. Roman was ready to eliminate his boss and the men of the organization where he worked if they only tried to pull the triggers against me.

I stepped closer to him, so that our bodies touched and he relaxed his grip on my arm; therefore, I reached for his hand and connected our fingers together. I wanted to stand right beside him and I wanted to show that if they dared to harm my Roman, I would act exactly like him.

They spoke in Ukrainian and I didn't understand the words, but I believed I grasped the general contents by the way Roman's eyes fiercely and threateningly stared at the men in front of him, keeping a stance of protection toward me, his gun steadily pointed at them without the slightest hesitation. Yes...if they tried to harm me, he would fire at them without second thoughts. After a few words spoken to each other, Roman relaxed stance and lowered his weapon, followed by the same man named Boris. He gave me a quick look and my eyes stared back without showing my real emotions, then he smiled at my love and after having said something to the men left in the warehouse, they all left.

Only Anton remained behind and he handed Roman the clothes discarded before the hand-to-hand combat with that monster. I shivered at the thought and my love didn't miss it. I couldn't bring myself to look at where the dead body of Cillian lay, because I was afraid of breaking down and because...I still couldn't entirely believe it. Priya and Cillian were dead, brutally and mercilessly killed. What would happen to his body? How were they going to handle it? I couldn't imagine the pain of their families...my pain, once I was back in Dublin. I swallowed down the tears I felt in my eyes and concentrated my stare on Roman.

"You must be very tired and in these conditions, you cannot face a flight. We will contact your father and then I will take care of sending you back home safely. Do not worry: nobody will look for you." I nodded and he gazed more into my eyes, reading in the depth of my soul. "I will take care of the rest, my angel. Do not worry." I understood what he meant and I only managed to murmur an almost silent 'thank you'.

He handed the gun to Anton and it was obvious how that man represented a true and loyal friend for my love; Roman wore the clothes and then, we stepped out of the place. The cold of the wintery wind completely slammed into me and I felt like freezing, the breath almost knocked out of my lungs, suddenly feeling physical pain as the tension worn out. Roman noticed it and immediately handed me his jacket, which I refused because he was wounded and because he also must have been physically and mentally exhausted.

"Take it, I don't mind the cold and it actually, how to say it? Ah yes, it clears my mind. I feel better." He delicately placed it over my shoulders and I let my arms slip inside the sleeves.

I hadn't missed the way Roman touched me and moved around me, very gently, very delicately and very carefully. He was afraid that I have been traumatized and I knew he felt dirty for having blood on his skin and wrongly guilty. It would take time to make him understand that he wasn't tainted as he often repeated and that, all of this was not his fault. I don't know how I managed to walk and stand after what happened to my two dearest friends, after seeing them killed without any mercy or resentment. I peered at Roman and a sense of profound warmth spread into my entire body: I could stand and my sanity had not broken because he had been there.

Roman saved me in a deeper way than he would ever comprehend. But we were going to have an entire life to spend together and we would mend our wounds together.

I dreaded at the idea of flying back to Dublin without him, afraid something might still happen, but I kept my fears silent and my mouth shut, for my love already had a lot to deal with and before, he was ready to shoot the man that in a way had been a sort of father to him. I will never forget it...the way he was ready to defend me...I grabbed his hand and he looked at me with a questioning expression, but I shook my head. I still couldn't let go of the tears I long waited to cry.

"You are safe now, my angel," he murmured in my ear, almost caressing it with his lips, and I leaned into him, but he pulled back. I needed to feel him physically...I needed to be in his arms and make love with him. But I had to wait.

He spoke to Anton in their native language and the man looked at me in a way that seemed to search under my clothes and Roman probably noticed that and told him something, for he inclined his head in an apologetic way and moved his stare away. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable in a bad way, but at the same time I was glad to be with my love.

"He does not do that on purpose. He finds you very beautiful and...yes, I believe Anton thinks you are very sensual and he can't understand how you can be a man. He would not disrespect you, my angel, nor he would try something." I nodded, but I believed that Anton wouldn't "disrespect me", as Roman said, or try anything mostly because he understood what would happen to him. He respected Roman more than anybody else. "We will stay at his place for today, so I can have a shower and you can rest a bit. I will arrange a private flight for you and do not worry: his place his safe. Trust me. It is like a hiding place, if you know what I mean."

"I will always trust you, Roman," I said to him staring directly into his eyes and he moved closer, so close to me that our lips could have touched if I leaned in. "I love you," I barely murmured and he smiled at me in a more relaxed way for the first time.

"And I love you, my angel." He never used my name I noticed and I wondered what was going to happen to his, as he surely was going to get a new identity. Would he change his name entirely? How would he manage to actually leave this world and have it as if he never existed? I shook my head, leaving this question for another time. I was too tired.

Anton drove us to his place and then, instead of staying there with us, he excused himself and left. Roman explained me that he probably went to visit a certain person and I understood then why he was staring at us in such way. He was trying to comprehend what real love was and what it felt like. My love took a quick shower, wanting to get rid of the blood of that monster and wanting to be able to normally hug me. I waited for him in the small living room, observing the cold night out of the window. I was too tired to observe the simple apartment, trying to imagine where Anton lived officially, if the place would be opulent or not, and I found myself falling on a chair feeling my legs suddenly giving in. Roman saw it as he stepped in the room after the shower and in no time, he was in front of me on his knees, his hands on my thighs.

"Enna," he only said and I finally let my arms go around his neck, pulling him impossible close to me. His skin was still warm from the bath and it had his usual inebriating smell. It felt incredibly good and it made me lastly understand that everything indeed was over. "My angel, my Enna," he murmured with a calm and soothing tone of voice and I felt tears in my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, wetting my lips. I let out everything I had tried to restrain with all my will and weak strength and cried for many minutes, simply keeping impossibly close to my Roman, having his arms around me and his voice whispering into my ear.

"I am here with you, Enna. It is over. You're safe and you can go home."

I cried for everything that happened and I cried for the tears I repressed in the past days, not wanting to show such emotions in front of that monster...the monster that killed Priya in cold blood and then Cillian, without giving me the chance to reconciliate with him, without giving him the chance to atone for his terrible and hurtful mistakes. And the same monster that wished to kill and harm my Roman, holding a knife against him and trying to stab him. The same monster that my Roman eliminated. I cried more and more, until I had no tears left and until my body felt completely exhausted and empty. My love never left me, simply holding me in his arms, whispering soothing words.

"Enna, please take a shower and then try to sleep a bit. Tomorrow I will arrange a private flight for you. I will call your father now."

"Please stay with me, Roman," I begged him, holding him tightly and afraid of letting go. "Please don't leave me until we are here." I didn't miss the fact he said my name countless times since we were alone, and I realised how much I loved it pronounced by his strong and hard voice, feeling it on his lips and caressing my ears.

"I will not move and I will stay right here beside you. I will shower with you, if you wish, and rest beside you, guarding your sleep. Enna, I need to stay here for some months and I cannot tell you how many, forgive me. When I will finally be with you, I want to tell you everything about myself and about what I did here. Do you want to know it or not?"

I widened my eyes at his declaration, because I wasn't expecting him to easily reveal and explain everything he did while working as Roman with the Stars and I felt something grasping my throat and closing it, for my Roman would finally confess me everything about himself. I could only nod, since my words were stuck in my throat pressed by too many emotions. I nodded and went to kiss him, but he stopped me.

"Please, I will go to the hospital and make tests." I observed him silently for a moment and then only gave him a light peck on his forehead and he let me. "You have no idea how much I desire to make love with you, my angel, but only when our new life will finally start." I understood what he meant and I loved him even more. He felt the need to be physically close to me and I also needed the same, but exactly like me, he realised that it wasn't the right moment and place, especially for me...yet, also for my love. He caressed my hair for a few seconds and then pulled back. "Let's call your father. He needs to know you are alive and well."

Roman took a cell phone from a hidden inside pocket of his winter jacket and explained me it was a personal number he rarely used. He told me that my father had the number and that, after this call, my love was going to destroy it and leave no traces behind. I just nodded, because I never remotely doubted him: I knew he did everything in his power to keep my family and myself safe and out of any possible danger.

"It's me," he calmly said over the phone and I heard my father on the other side talking with an agitated and loud voice. "He is here with me, safe and not harmed. In any way." Roman smiled at me tenderly and rested his lips on my forehead, and I heard my father thanking him. My love then handing me the phone and I couldn't wait to hear dad's voice.

"Dad, I'm fine, I am..." I rushed out, but then my voice suddenly quivered and I felt like a lump in my throat. So, I took a deep breath and swallowed it down. "I am fine, dad..."

"Dear Lord, you're fine and alive, son. I don't know what to say. You're well and alive...Roman told me and I will never be able to properly thank him." He paused a moment. "I look forward to cooking something good for you two," he added with a forced cheerful tone of voice, wanting to distract me, and I felt more tears in my eyes. I wondered if he knew or suspected what happened to my friend.

"Dad..."

"You will tell me everything once we will be together." He understood what I wanted to say and he already guessed that Cillian also was dead. But of course, we could not discuss it over the phone. "Please son take some rest now and let me know when you'll be back."

"Yes dad," I murmured. "And please say hi to..." I also wanted to hear my sister's voice over the phone, but it probably wasn't the wisest idea and however, I would finally see them very soon.

"I will," he said with a softer tone of voice and then cleared his throat. "Pass me Roman, please and son? I love you."

"I love you, too, dad." I did as he asked and I heard him quietly speaking to my love, until Roman lowered his head slightly, as if he was thanking my dad face to face.

"Thank you. It means a lot to me and you know that I would do everything for him. Thank you." I was curious about what my father told him, but I believed I grasped it and I unconsciously smiled. Now Roman was really and entirely part of our family, and I understood that dad must have considered him as another son. My love ended the conversation and placed the phone back in the same pocket. We stayed a moment in each other's arms, in complete silence and then, I pulled back to stare at his handsome, but very tired-looking face.

"Shower?" I asked in a quiet murmur and he nodded, helping me in getting on my feet.

"As you wish, my angel."

When we reached the bathroom, Roman undressed me in such reverential and delicate way, almost asking me permission each time, that I felt different tears in my eyes. I loved him so much and I couldn't imagine spending my life without him. My arms wrapped around him and I let my naked, tired body press and rest against his, feeling his warmth, his firmness and the fact that my Roman always gave me the feeling of being protected and deeply loved. He truly was my soul mate and I was his. His arms went around my naked back and he pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together and leaving not the slightest space between us. His lips rested on my hair and he softly kissed it.

There was no denying in how we both felt for being naked and in each other arms, but there was so much more than simple physical attraction in that moment.

"I love you," I murmured to him and he pulled me tighter in his arms.

"And I love you, Enna," he replied with firm and rather low voice.

-TWO DAYS LATER-

Roman organized a private flight for me and I have no idea how he did it, but there was nothing to worry about and nobody would have suspected anything. I didn't have the chance to thank Anton, for having kindly let us use his apartment and for what he did for me; but my love assured me that he was going to pass my message to him. We heard nothing from the men of his former organization and I wondered how he was going to manage everything. He told me that once in Dublin and together, he would explain me; I had a possible idea, but I was not sure about it. To me, the only thing that mattered was to have him back safe.

I left Kiev and Ukraine with a heavy heart and suffering soul, for my Roman stayed there and I couldn't bring myself to completely repress every sort of fear still gripping at my heart and mind. Was he going to be get back to me soon and well? I prayed with all my will for that and prayed for nothing more to happen. It was over and we both knew it, but...I had seen what sort of world it was with my own eyes.

I stared out of the window and in short time the small plane was going to land and even if I couldn't wait to see my father and sister, I terribly missed Roman and I only wanted to be with him. I took a deep breath and shook my head: trust him and be patient, Enna. He will be back as soon as he can and then, you will be able to spend your life together.

The thought helped me a bit and once we landed, it was just as he said: nobody suspected of anything and no real questions were made. My father waited for me outside the airport in his car and the moment he spotted me, he rushed out of the vehicle together with Ciara and I ran toward them, hugging both as we met. I felt their arms around me, hugging me tightly and strongly, afraid of letting me go. My sister was crying, while my dad concealed his tears and simply kissed my forehead.

"Thank God you are back, Enna. I was about to die when I understood what happened...I will never be able to properly thank Roman. He got you back to us." His voice was strained by many emotions and I only nodded, for I wasn't able to speak.

"Enna, I love you so much," Ciara sobbed as she hugged me more with her skinny arms and I murmured back the same words, also crying and shaking.

I couldn't believe I was back and it was all over. Well...not over yet. Not until my Roman was going to be here with me.

"Is he still there?" Dad asked quietly and I nodded. "I understand," he said, for then pulling back from us. "Kids, we should go home and I will cook something for you two, what do you say?" Ciara and I simply smiled, as we still kept in each other's arms. "And we will wait for Roman, because I'm sure he will be back soon."

As he spoke those words, I felt tears in my eyes. Tears of love and happiness, because I also believed and felt deep in my heart that my Roman would soon be back to me.

I knew my friends would not see him anymore and I knew a lot waited for me, but for now, I only wanted to concentrate my energy on the thought that my Roman. Soon he would be here with me.

ROMAN POV – MONTHS LATER:

I stared out of the window of the plane and instinctively smiled, thinking about my angel, knowing he would be there waiting for me. I could not wait to finally taste his lips and kiss him deeply, making love for hours. I couldn't wait to be with him, after almost a year passed since that day when he flew back to Dublin from Kiev. Letting him go back alone had been the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, but it wasn't possible to do it differently. His father informed me when he arrived and for months we didn't have the chance to even talk. I missed the sound of his voice. I missed the way his eyes always intensely gazed at me and I missed his pure soul and heart. I didn't worry because he was there at home with his family and I knew they would take care of him, until I was back.

The captain announced we were about to land and I closed my eyes a moment, imagining Enna and his beautiful, breath taking smile, his melodic and soft voice, his fingers running in my hair, the smell of his skin. I felt my lips smiling more as my thoughts indulged more on my soul-mate and then I opened my eyes, looking at my reflection in the window, thinking about some of the tattoos I had covered; I kept the ones on my knees, because I knew my angel wouldn't have wished me to cancel them, but they had been slightly modified for obvious reasons.

The stars in a way remained, but Roman with the Stars was dead and gone. It hadn't been easy and it took some time and proper planning, completely disappearing and making sure to leave nothing behind, but it worked. For everybody that knew me as such, I was dead. Anton was the one carrying the Stars now and no doubt he was perfect in his job.

I stared more out of the window as the aircraft began the landing procedure. It wasn't a flight from Kiev or Ukraine, because I had to disappear from there after making everybody think I was dead, living in a completely different country with a different identity for a number of months. I wasn't even flying to Dublin, but a different city and country. My angel agreed and he insisted on meeting me at the airport, knowing we were going to need a few days for ourselves only. It was the only way to leaving everything behind and make sure my past wouldn't haunt my angel and our new life together. I had been careful and thought of everything. Nobody was ever going to look for Roman with the Stars, for he was dead.

My angel...I smiled more thinking about him, feeling my entire soul and body quiver and seethe knowing I was about to see him, to be with him, make love with hm. Yes, soon Enna would be in my arms and I'd make him mine and only mine for hours. I took a deep, silent breath and the plane landed rather smoothly.

As I stepped out of sliding doors of the arrival area, I walked to a more discreet and less crowded place, where my eyes immediately spotted Enna standing with his long hair free, reminding me of the first time we met. He was so beautiful and impossibly breath-taking; he looked like an ethereal, yet very tempting angel and his blue eyes saw me. I couldn't possibly describe the look and expression on his face that surely mirrored mine. My heart and soul thundered at the view of my angel, roared to have him and, in no time, I took him in my arms and buried my hands in his silky and long, blonde hair, inhaling his intoxicating and soothing smell.

I had missed him way more than I could express.

"Roman," he only whispered, caressing my ear with his soft, red lips. I closed my eyes a second, savouring this moment to its last. After almost a year, I was with Enna. He was in my arms and we had nothing else to fear or worry about.

"My angel, my Enna," I murmured back, pulling him tighter in my arms, pressing our bodies together and feeling his arms around my back, for then snaking up to my head and tangling his long fingers in my hair. He pulled my head back to stare at me and the smile on his face almost stopped my heart and it almost made me go on my knees, for he was so beautiful that I only wished to worship him.

"Roman, you're back and here with me...I missed you and..." his voice broke with emotions and then he shook his head, still smiling openly and radiantly, more beautiful than ever. He went to speak, but I stopped him by pressing my lips on his and his body completely leaned into mine, melting in my embrace.

"I love you, Enna," I quietly said on his lips and he smiled even more, his eyes trying to control tears of joy that I kissed away. "I love you, my angel. I love you and I am back to you and now, it's just you and me."

He pressed his lips on mine more ardently and I knew I couldn't control it, so I finally allowed myself tasting his luscious, glossy lips, feeling them soft and delicate, feeling our tongues tenderly touch one another, his hands burying in my hair and his breath deepening. My angel pressed closer to me and there was no mistaking how we both felt. I sank my fingers in his long hair and entirely possessed his mouth, almost getting drunk by it, by the way he kissed me back and quietly moaned as I deepened the kiss. We both shuddered for the intensity of our kiss and of our emotions and love we had for one another. I felt a growl forming in my throat and I repressed it and shot my eyes open, reminding myself we were not alone. But finally being able to kiss Enna was beyond what I have always imagined and dreamed of; it was overwhelming and it made every cell of my body burn violently, my senses almost screamed at its ecstasy and my soul called for more.

It was as if our souls called for each other and communicated to one another. It felt as if I finally could give everything to my angel.

Our tongues couldn't stop tangling together and savouring the kiss, as our hands couldn't stop from sinking in our hair and pulling each other closer and closer. Another growl formed in my throat and I failed to restrain it, making my angel tremble in response to that and sensually press more on my body. I deepened the kiss more, unable to stop and control it, but then I pulled back.

"Roman," he breathed out and his lips were redder and even more inviting, his eyes clouded by consuming longing.

"Not here, my angel," I said with dark and low voice. He visibly swallowed down at my words and then smiled in that wicked and very alluring way that made me burn in desire for him even more.

"So let's go to the room we booked in that bed and breakfast and there you will make me yours for hours and hours...I want to be taken by you completely, I want you to possess me and..."

I pressed my finger on his lips and once more, he gave me the same tempting and quite devilish smile, kissing my finger, for then letting the tip of his tongue play with it for a quick moment. Enna knew what he was doing and he knew the dangerous effect he had on me. He was literally driving me mad with desire and want for him and he enjoyed seeing it. Such an enticing and rather sinful angel he could be sometimes. I softly brushed his lips with mine and then, I was the one smiling darkly, letting my hands slowly descend his sensual back and reach his incredible ass.

Almost a year passed since last time we made love and I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself and well, I didn't wish to control myself any longer. I got tested and I knew I could love him freely, without being afraid of anything. My fingers pulled his hair and his eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the excitement he could feel in my touch. I desired to possess every cell of my Enna and I desired to give him all of my love.

"As you wish, my angel," I murmured with apparently calm, yet hard voice, and he shivered in my arms and his lips slightly opened up in evident and ardent need. "I will take you for hours and hours, and I want to hear you moan my name and I want to kiss you and take your mouth for hour, Enna." He quivered more as he pressed closer, making me feel how hard he was.

"Yes, my Roman, I want you to lose my mind," he whispered sensually on my lips, the tone of his voice enticing me even more, and then he slightly pulled back, gifting me with such sweet and radiant smile that I'd never forget it in my entire life. "And after that, we will go home. My dad and sister honestly look forward to seeing you, Roman. We all missed you very much."

I smiled back at those words and yes, after that we would go home.

Author's chit-chat:

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I think you understand why I chose this title, as it perfectly represents the essence of the chapter. It was long and not easy and finding the right conclusion of it took some time, as it took time crafting everything that happened in there. I hope you enjoyed it and that it satisfied you :-) So please, let me know with your comments and votes!

Once more, I'm very sorry for the wait and I am very grateful for your patience, support and love: you are all wonderful.

Now, I am working on CH.31 as it will be a sort of extra to give us a glimpse in their happy life together and then, the epilogue will follow and conclude this intense and passionate story of soul-mates.

Will you be curious about Anton?

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