Hello dear all, as you can see I am updating the story very soon and I really hope you'll enjoy this chapter, which is another rather intense and rich of information.

We will see how different are Enna's and Roman's lives, how parallel they move on and live. What will happen when crossing such parallel lines? Let me please know what you think of the chapter and thank you very much for all your wonderful comments and messages, I try my best to answer all of them...thank you!!

On the right a picture of Michael --> Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Dedicated to all of you and in particular to lifeisabitch1 as a huge thank you hon for your comments and yep, that's the surprise I was talking about, hope you'll enjoy it xox

N.B. Please, note to pay great attention at the place and time of the different POVs and actions...that's important to understand the whole chapter and story. Thank you!

Now... enjoy!

-KIEV, UKRAINE. AFTER THE SHOOTING-

ROMAN POV

I was sitting on a hospital bed waiting for the nurse to complete her job with my wound. It was a private clinic that paid us good money and got itself great deals thanks to our support; a public hospital was out of question and never stood unprofessional idiots going around wounds. It was a mere scratch, as the bullet went out and didn’t hit anything vital or important, just flesh and muscles, but no nerves and veins. Anton insisted to have it clean and stitched and so now I was here wasting time. He stood there with the phone we found before and kept studying those numbers and put them for me in my laptop. I was going to get into that later on.

“Why Ireland?” He only muttered, knowing it wasn’t anything compromising to ask, since we were not alone in the room, even though it was as clear as day light what we were. The nurse did not miss the tattoos I had over my body.

“No idea.” I simply said and that was true.

Why a Chechen group would repetitively call some numbers in Ireland? It didn’t make sense, because I was expecting Russia, Belorussia or some Southern Asian country, but not Europe. I mean, not even Romania or Bulgaria, but Ireland. I tried hard to make connections, but at the moment I couldn’t get anything making sense. Unless ... that could not be. Shit. If what I thought was right, it meant we really were in deep shit and war would come very soon. I only shifted my eyes on Anton and he stared at me in silence and then sighed.

He understood what I had in mind and from his glance I knew he grasped the gravity of the situation.

The nurse diligently cleaned my wound and then tempted a shy smile, but I had no time to waste with a woman now. My eyes froze her and her fingers trembled when she went to collect the instruments to apply the stitches.

“I don’t need anaesthetic. Just stitch it and let’s get over with this, is that understood?” I told her with severe tone of voice.

“Yes sir.” She barely whispered and finally proceeded with her job.

Anton shook his head and smirked. I knew this girl here was his type with the black hair, tanned complexion and transparent blue eyes. He was right in a way, because I could see she had a nice body, but right now my mind was elsewhere.

“How is your friend doing over there?” I casually asked him and he smirked, realizing I couldn’t wait to get hold on information and put my hands on the traitors.

The needle went inside my flesh and outside it and then again, but I felt nothing because my whole body and adrenaline were concentrating on tonight’s events. I remembered that in Ireland lived a huge shot that manoeuvred threads of drug business with the rest of Europe, mostly Western Europe. I did not know names or places, simple rumours about it, but they weren’t just rumours, they were certain facts. And what made it dangerous was the fact that someone like that dealer was not going to taint his hands with a new group of Chechens; someone else higher and more powerful was involved and when that doubt crossed my mind...I hoped it was a mistake.

But I usually never made mistake of that sort.

Shit.

If that was true, we really were into deep problems.

“I believe he’s doing well and if I remember correctly, he invited us over his place for a weekend.”

Right what I needed to know. Of course his “friend” was not expecting any visit and of course he was going to pale down and wish to have chosen Iceland instead of Ireland, but he was the only contact we had there and bet my neck he could provide us with vital information about that big shot and his business. I needed to talk with the boss after this and damn hope he wasn’t busy with some girl.

“Sir, it’s done.” The nurse said after diligently wrapping my sealed wound. “Here is some medicine to take in case you will feel pain and here is the antibiotic. You will need to take it for four days and then next week we can remove the stitches.”

“Very well, good job. You have a light hand, since I felt absolutely nothing.” She stared at me without breathing and batting her eyelids and then she leaned closer. I smirked and took her face in my right hand. Anton chuckled and shook his head. “You might want to change taste in men, believe me.” I said in her ear, then softly pushed her away and left the room without another word or look.

“My friend, sometimes you make doubt about your sexual orientation. That could have been such a nice and easy fuck.” Anton patted my shoulder and I said nothing. “But guess you are right, now it is not the moment to waste time with women.”

“Happy to see some of your blood keeps circulating in your brain.”

“You’re such a son of a bitch..” He said laughing. “But tell me; are you going to go back to the restaurant next week? Isn’t that too risky?”

“No, I bet they already got the message and it is our only link. I will get them talking, believe me and then we will see why Ireland and why that big shot.”

“Do you think the boss knows him?”

“Maybe, actually I am sure he does, but he might know only one of his identities and for sure not his location. He never had business with him and sure as hell I do not want to trigger an international war, simply want a couple of names; that is all.”

“Fine Roman, let’s get our ass back to the boss and see what he thinks of everything.”

I nodded and entered the car. Anton switched on the engine and we drove towards the head-quarter.

-DUBLIN, IRELAND.  FEW DAYS AFTER THE SHOOTING IN KIEV-

ENNA POV

Sarah checked the final amount and when she jumped on my back and hugged me almost chocking me, dear me, I knew we had an exceptional day and the money was great.

“Enna love we should celebrate...and it’s only the beginning of the week.” She hopped down and Priya saved my poor neck from another chocking attack by shoeing her away.

“Sarah, if you kill our precious Enna we won’t have more days like this to celebrate.” She winked at me and then checked her reflex in the mirror, fixing her long and glossy hair and giving her lips a touch of coral lip-gloss. “What to try it, honey?” She asked me.

“No sweetie, because you know that particular tone doesn’t go well with my pale skin. It looks wonderful with yours, but not with mine.”

“That’s right; you look more tempting with cherry or strawberry tints, very yummy.” I arched my dark brows and rolled my eyes, but giggled. She was right.

“Well, all the lights are off and I checked everything, so shall we go? By the way, is our manager ever going to show his face here? We didn’t see him since last week.” Sarah said grabbing her bag after slipping her arms in a warm winter jacket.

“I have no idea what the hell is that lazy butt doing.” My best friend snorted. “He’s the manager just on the contract and he is not so great at doing hair.”

“Priya, he’s our manager and taught us many things.” I pointed out, knowing he spent some years in London and Paris.

“Oh please Enna, he taught you nothing. You probably were the one teaching him a couple of things. At least you did it with me at the very beginning and with Sarah.”

“That’s right love, if you ever decide to open your own place you must tell me, because I want to work with you.” She chirped and I giggled at her fresh and young enthusiasm and at her new shade of purple-red hair. She was a real punk, completed with spikes, combat boots and Sex Pistols t-shirt.

“You girls are spoiling me too much, but what can I say, I love you.” I hugged them both and we all giggled like school-girls. Yes, I could giggle like a girl and I didn’t mind it, because that was me. I grabbed my jacket, too, and then we exited the shop. Oh dear me, I rushed in wearing the jacket and scarf because I was about to freeze and the wind almost pushed me forward for how strong it was.

Since Sunday the temperature strangely dropped and this November turned in a chilly and very cold one and it seemed to me that a restless wind was coming from far away and stranger lands, but of course it was only my vivid imagination and Cillian would laugh at hear that and say it was only my frustration and that was so rude of him. I was not frustrated. After Michael I tried to date someone else and it seemed all well, but I realized it was lacking the real passion and my mind and body weren’t into that. Therefore I decided to draw a line and take a pause from dating, because apparently it wasn’t the right time and the right person had still to show himself to me.

Deep in my heart I knew I was destined to find my soul mate, someone that belonged only to me and vice versa. I had no idea from where that idea and feeling came, probably again just my imagination, but I felt like there was someone out there to whom I belonged entirely.

Sarah took a bus to her place and Priya and I decided to go for dinner and of course Cillian joined us and I was surprised when he said he wanted to ask out that girl again. I rolled my eyes and slapped his neck and he gave me a confused look. My friend wasn’t going to ask her out because he truly liked her, but because he got none last weekend, and I am not kidding here; I knew Cillian too well and knew how his brain worked.

“What’s the problem babe? You jealous? You know I love you and only you.” He joked and playfully wrapped his firm and strong arms around me. As I said, I wondered many times why he couldn’t be the one, but apparently there were reasons I could not comprehend. And then again, he was my best friend and a brother to me.

“No Cillian and you are such a silly lad. You want to date that girl simply because she blew you off.” I nudged his stomach with my elbow, since he was hugging me from behind.

“You mean, she did not blow me off.”

“You are terrible.” I playfully gasped, faking shyness and a shocked expression. “Anyway, you got my point. Now, am I correct?”

“Baby, you know me too well. We should consider dating; you know what I mean Enna? It would make everything so much easier and you are actually sexy, so who cares you are guy? You manage to turn me on when you dance.” I think my eyes almost rolled on the ground and I stopped walking to stare at him and in the process he stumbled on me. “What? I am saying the truth.”

“Cillian, that’s not funny.” I warned him.

“I am not joking Enna, ok, joking on the dating part because you are my best friend and you are like brother to me, but can’t deny the fact that when you dance with someone my cock just wants to jump out of my trousers.” Neither of us said anything for few good seconds and I think I managed to slap the back of his head only when I heard Priya bursting out laughing in the middle of the street.

“No wonder no girl can’t keep you longer than two days. You are such a romantic man, Cillian...why I never noticed that?”

“Seriously, I hope you don’t talk like this to girls or during your classes.” I giggled, not able to keep serious any longer. Of course my friend was joking with me and he knew I never minded his jokes. “C’mon, you will pay dinner for me tonight, given you made fun of with such blunt impudence.” I gave him a mischievous smile and brushed my hair behind the shoulders.

“How come you always manage to make me feel the fouled one?” He shook his head and I tiptoed to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Because it is very easy for me and I know you too well.” I giggled and winked, and joined Priya in window-shopping since we were now walking in Grafton Street. Our friend chuckled and followed us and we opted for club-restaurant in Dawson Street.

Even if it was the beginning of the week, the place was already almost full and you could tell many tourists were around; we found anyway a table and my friend went to explain us this new course he was teaching and the fact that some students were good and some other completely idiots, at least according to his words. Priya had fun picking on him and I simply enjoyed watching them bickering like two kids and when the waiter walked to our table a second time with a glass of something, I didn’t even imagine what that could be and simply smiled at him and thought it was from some tourist for Priya.

But when the waiter politely smiled back and placed the glass right in front of me and my eyes registered what that was, I froze on the spot and felt a terrible and cold shiver travel down my spine and sending my body and blood completely dry and icy.

This could not be.

Cillian and Priya looked at me worried because with all chances I had paled down to a very scary shade.

“Enna, what is it?”

I gulped down and peeked again at the glass in front of me, feeling my hands trembling and my whole body going granitic and lifeless. I almost had no voice in telling them what that was.

A glass of bourbon.

“Michael.” I simply breathed out.

Priya took my hand and gave me a reassuring squeeze and felt some warm travelling back into my veins. Cillian stood up and looked around with now a menacing and belligerent face.

“Who ordered this?” He enquired to the waiter.

“A man sitting at the bar. He simply said to bring over this table a glass of bourbon and offer it the person with long blonde hair.” I simply nodded and told him to bring it away.

I couldn’t stand the smell of bourbon and the sight of it that brought back unnecessary unpleasant memories. The smell of it on him when he came home drunk and dangerously nervous and aggressive; the smell of alcohol on his breath when he pressed me against the wall and I feared he would hit me or do worse. The smell of disgusting bourbon in my nightmares after we broke up, when he began to follow me everywhere. I could not stand it and the sight of it brought me back the images of him in my living with a glass in his hands; a glass too much, because he was already reaching his level.

The waiter looked at me taken aback and realized something was wrong and asked me whether I felt well. I managed a polite and kind answer and asked for still water. Cillian took my hand in his and set his strong dark eyes on me.

“I am here with you Enna; the asshole is not going to hurt you. Fuck me; he is not even going to touch you. He first has to walk over my dead body.” I smiled at him and felt better feeling his hand over my freezing one.

“He’s right sweetie.” Priya said.

I looked around, but saw nobody and right when I felt it was my imagination going wild and driving me insane, I felt a hand on my shoulder and Cillian darted up standing on his feet in a very aggressive stance.

Michael was here.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He hissed.

“Enna, what a pleasure to casually meet you here.” He had ignored my friend on purpose.

“Casually my ass.” Priya snorted.

I gulped down and took a deep breath. I firmly brushed away his hand from me not standing to feel any part of his touching me, and then eyed Cillian and with a silent glance asked him to relax and sit down. The last thing I needed was a scene in this place, in any public place. He stared back at me and for few seconds he kept there, but then he cursed under his breath and sat down.

I turned my head and faced those deep golden-brown eyes that glinted with malice and a light that chilled my blood, but I kept composed and my head high.

“Michael.” My voice was resolute and I was not going to give him the pleasure of seeing me quiver and tremble like a defenceless little child. “What are you doing here?”

-KIEV, UKRAINE. SAME DAY-

ROMAN POV

We had checked everything on my laptop and since I had been trained in IT stuff I quickly found out much important information from that cell phone. Nothing much about the Irish numbers, since they were a mobile number and magically all the details had been deleted from everywhere in the web, but addresses here in Kiev and as well in Chechnya and not so surprisingly in Russia. Of course they had someone supporting them from there and bet my neck they weren’t Russian, who couldn’t stand them trying to take their ground and business.

The boss left me complete freedom and provided me with documents and a quick visa, because depending on how things were going today, I might need to fly to Ireland and find out more about this big shot. Boris knew nothing about him and why should he had? We never dealt with those countries and preferred ruling Kiev and Ukraine, because the old men and the boss never fancied an open war with other groups and in a way I believed that wise. We had great power, influence, money and territory here and when we dealt, it was mostly with Russia and Belorussia and that was quite the business, believe me. Russia is a huge country. After hearing my doubts our leader decided to keep everything only for him as he realized he could trust almost nobody. And he was right, because the traitor was inside our group.

I knew anyway that Ruslan suspected something, because he might be a bastard, but he was capable and sharp and he was not there only for his father’s position, but because he worth it. I watched him carefully and kept myself ready for anything, but for now everything was calm.

“Are you sure you want to get inside the restaurant alone?” Anton asked me again.

“Yes, you need to keep hidden and ready to follow us. Hopefully they won’t be that idiotic to open fire in the middle of a restaurant and try to kill me there. They need me alive anyway, because sure as hell they hope to get details from me.” I smirked and evilly chuckled.

As if that could be easy.

I had such a high tolerance of pain that the common torturing methods were nothing to me.

“What if they start firing inside the place?” He enquired looking at me seriously and leaning against the door of the car.

“Then we’ll have to pay the cleaning bill for the restaurant.” I simply opened the leather jacket I was wearing and showed him the holsters and he got what I meant.

“Fine, have it your way. I’ll have your back my friend and when we’ll get hold of them, ha, it’s going to be us having fun.” We exchanged a dark smirk and then sat inside the car. “Do you think they’ll take you to somewhere?”

“I guess so.” He nodded and then I left.

When I entered the restaurant I caught immediately that something was off and not just the fact that Mr. Goncharov gave me a frightened expression and tried to communicate something with his still bruised eye, but because my instinct told me so.

And again, I was right.

We walked into his private office and to have him out of hook completely, I smashed his head against the desk suddenly and twisted painfully his arm on the back, hissing gruesome menaces if he was going to delay again with the money. It came out so unexpected that he gasped and for a moment really feared for his life and fairly or not, I snapped one of his fingers and he cried out in pain.

“Now you have tasted something more of what will come if you don’t pay us.” In that moment the door burst open and I began to play according the plan.

As expected I was facing three Chechens and I could recognize them from the description Mr. Goncharov gave me and from the info I gathered with the computer. I smirked at them and their guns pointed at me and then a forth man entered with a Kalashnikov; now, they were going to do this seriously.

“We finally have you, Russian dog.” One of them spoke with strong accent.

“You might want to know that I am Ukrainian, bastard.” I spoke back completely calm. He sneered obviously irritated by my calm composed face and motioned me to exit the office.

“Not getting money today, right? This restaurant will be under our boss very soon, just like half of your other business.” Another one spoke and I believe he was saying too much for his own good, but better for me. More info.

“You think it is going to be that easy to get rid of us and get your hands on our territory? I believe not.”

“Shut up, it’s been easy enough to get our hands on you and we are going to have some nice talking, but not here.” They laughed and said something in their language, thinking I would not understand it. Idiots. Even more info. One of them came over and took away my guns and the MAC-11 and pointed the gun at my back and ordered me to move and in doing so, he hit my temple with the grip of the short-gun and I groaned annoyed.

If you want to hit me, do it properly.

We walked to the back entrance and I entered the car and let them drive me away; I knew Anton was trailing behind us without letting them notice him. I had two men sitting beside me and the other two were in the front. However my hands were free and I saw how the one in the front had put down his weapon and that was a huge mistake, believe me; I passively stood there silent and looked ahead of me and heard them talk about many interesting things and it was then that I heard a couple of names I wasn’t expecting to hear and that confirmed the fact we were going to face a war very soon.

The car drove relatively slowly towards the outside of Kiev and I believe we reached the place where they thought of keeping me prisoner and torturing me for their own entertainment. Oh well, too bad I had different plans.  I gave a quick look outside and noticed almost laughing that it was not an open place and so Anton had no problem in hiding the car behind us. They stopped and in that precise moment, Anton came out in front of us and that gave me the right occasion to get hold of them.

They cursed in their own language and instead of driving away one of them jumped out and then I powerfully elbowed the man on my right and made him crush his head against the window, breaking his nose and with all chances some teeth.

“You son of a ...aahh...” The second man cried in piercing pain.

I had quickly ducked down and in a flash grabbed the knives hidden under my jeans and stubbed the man at my left on his hand, having it stuck on the seat in the impossibility for him to remove the blade. The man at the front was about to get of the car and went to reach for his gun, but I acted faster and slit his throat with my other second blade. The man at my right grunted in pain and went to move, but I seized the back of his neck and crushed his forehead two times against the windows. The glass cracked and the man passed out.

The curses of his companion were getting on my nerves, so I slipped out the blade from his hand and threatened him to open his throat. In that moment Anton knocked at the door and opened it, smirking at the sight of what was inside the car. He took hold of the man and dragged him out, making him kneel on the ground and tying his wrists.

I cleaned the knife and smirked noticing their blood had not dirtied my hands. Very good.

I got out of the car and took care of the passed out man and after tying his hands, I shoved in the truck of our car along with the other one.

The man that was driving the car was facing the ground and was clearly dead.

“We got what we needed and I heard plenty in the car, thinking I didn’t understand their language.” I told Anton who just nodded. “We’ll get out more info from them, but it’s exactly how I thought. Someone is helping them in dealing with that big shot operating from Ireland and that’s why they often called an Irish number.”

“Obviously it’s not his number, right?” He scoffed.

“No such luck, of course.”

“So we are going to Ireland next week?”

“I am flying to Ireland and you stay here.”

“What? No way in fucking hell, Roman. You cannot go there alone; it’s too risky for you, even if it is you.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and yes, I could really call him friend.

“Listen Anton, I need you here. I need someone I can trust, really trust, guarding the boss and someone ready to save my ass in case things get rougher, you know that. I have to take care of this mess myself, because aside you and the boss, I do not trust anyone else and involving simple errand boys or minions will bring only annoyance and will make us waste time. We need to act fast. And we need to keep my trip secret otherwise the traitor will smell something and act in consequence; the boss already thought of an excuse to cover me and I also need your help in this.”

Anton sighed and scratched his jaw.

“Fine Roman, I understand and what you say makes perfect sense. I’ll have your back here, don’t worry.”

“Where does your friend live?” I asked retrieving my weapons from the car.

“I am not sure, I think in the capital city.” He said passing a hand in his hair. “Boris knows everything, yes?” I nodded and he sighed. “Well my friend, let’s get back home and have some good fun in making them talk. We’ll then get you all the documents you need.”

“I got a perfect new passport with fake identity and have already visa for tourist and I have no idea who the boss paid, because usually this shit needs more weeks.” Anton chuckled and we all knew that probably a politician had pressured the right person. “So it is Dublin then, right?”

“Yes or so I think my friend, but I cannot contact him now otherwise he’ll fly away and hide in somewhere impossible to find. He is quite scared of you and you might want to surprise him directly at home or at his working place.”

“Where does he work?” I asked and Anton burst out laughing.

“McDonald’s.” He said while laughing.

“Are you joking?” I crooked my brow. The man sure cut definitely with his past, no doubt in the matter.

“No, I guess he had enough of this life and now he had completely cut all the links with this world. That is why I am telling you that is better to surprise him. I don’t know his new name, but I am sure you can find it out and then you’ll be able to locate where he works on the net.”

“Yes, that is going to be easy. I will contact Igor and he will know for sure your friend’s new name.” Right, Igor was the one that made fake ID for everyone, because he was the best and you could honestly not tell differences between the fake and the authentic. And I was sure he had done also this person’s new passport and even if he always kept his mouth shut, no doubt he was going to talk to me and tell me everything I needed to know.

“So it’s set?” Anton demanded me.

“Yes. Now, how about we deliver these two corpses to the right address?”

-DUBLIN, IRELAND. AT THE RESTAURANT THE SAME NIGHT-

ENNA POV

Michael stood there in front of me dressed up with an elegant and branded suit, very short and neat brown hair and styled stubble, but I knew what was behind that facade too well and I had no idea how I controlled my voice and managed to speak clearly and determined. It was probably the thought of wanting to make him understand it was over and that I was not a weak person he could easily scare and control. I hated that, I hated being controlled or being thought to be easy to control.

Therefore I decided to stand up and face him directly, even if he was taller than I was.

When he saw the look in my eyes, he realized he was not going to have what he came for, because I could say anything about him, but not that he was stupid or dumb. Michael could be actually very charming, in his way, but it was an illusion, nothing more. My eyes set on his firm and I tucked my hair behind my ear.

“I am asking you again, what do you want?” I enquired with apparent calm voice.

He looked at me for few seconds without saying anything, probably taken aback by my sudden hardness of tone, something that people always found strange if not impossible in me. Oh dear me, something that irritated me very much.

“I want to talk to you and you will talk to me.” At those words I heard the sound of two chairs scraping the floor and then felt a hand on my shoulder and another familiar presence on my other side.

“He is not going to talk to you. Do you want me to buy you a dictionary so you can refresh the meaning of “over”, “finish” and “no”? Because you seem rather in need of that.” Priya never ceased to surprise anyone with her sarcasm.

“I was not talking to you.” Michael hissed and from the way his eyes glinted I knew there was no room for any civil talk, so better cut it short.

“Just leave this place, asshole. We want to have dinner in bloody peace, so get the hell out of here.” Of course, Cillian was not so subtle and sarcastic. He went straight to the point. “You hear me? Enna is not going to talk to you, not even over my dead body.” He had now moved more forward and was confronting Michael with hard stare.

“You better move and leave Enna alone. He belongs to me and only to me, and now I see how much I was right. You like him, right? You lust for him, right? You wish so much to have him in bed screaming under you.”

“Michael.” I said with now enraged voice. This was getting so over the limit and I was not going to stay here and have him insult my friends and me. “Go away. We broke up and that’s it. I have nothing to tell you, do you understand me? Nothing and I don’t want to see you around again. I do not belong to you, because in case you haven’t noticed, I am not an object, but a human being and sure my heart does not belong to you. Go away, Michael. Now.”

“Or what? Going to call the police?” He sneered and let out such a nasty laugh that my blood froze. Why have I ever agreed on dating this man and becoming lovers? “I know you did, but not working, am I correct? Yeah, not working baby, unless I touch you.” At those words I felt like going crazy and my palm twitched. I wished to punch his face so much, but that was not me and would only bring more problems. I hated violence, because it never brought anything good, only further troubles.

“Just leave me alone and go away. We are over, Michael. Over and that is for tonight and the rest of the days.” I shot him a hard stare and then stepped forward. I had lost my appetite and I just wanted to leave this place and forget about this evening. But right when I was about to pass him, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I jerked my arm free hating his unwelcomed touch and I stopped Cillian from doing anything out of place. “Let’s go home, Cillian, please. Priya, let’s go home.”

“Of course, sweetie.” She walked over me and wrapped her arm around my shoulders and together we left the table.

I heard Cillian warning Michael and he just scoffed and repeated he was right about us. I just wanted to go home and forget about this evening.

Outside the wind was cold and strong, but it gave me back some life. I felt strong arms going around me and the familiar scent of my best friend wrapped around me, making me feel better and warm.

“C’mon Enna. Tonight I stay with you and don’t want to hear a word about that, ok? I am not going to leave you alone.”

“He’s right and sweetie, you will have to put up also with me.” Priya smiled and I smiled back, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you guys, I really love you. Good thing my apartment has more than one bedroom.” I giggled and so all the tension and cold washed completely away.

Author's chit-chat:

Now, the game and rules are set and the wheel has begun to turn ... two different men are meant to meet and what will happen?

In this chapter I completed the info we needed to understand Roman's reasons to fly to Ireland and what is going on in his world. I also showed how different are Enna and Roman' lives and how they proceed completely parallel, each with its problems and pace.

Hope you enjoyed it, going to update very soon and well, I guess in the next chapter these two souls .... can't reveal too much ;-)

Until next time!