Vixen

Chapter 15

Fifteen chapters!! 😚😚 - Daytra

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"Where are we going?" Harley asked from the backseat.

I looked over at Roman. His eyes were focused on the road and his hands were gripping the steering wheel with so much force.

"The warehouse," I answered, absentmindedly. "Are you okay, Roman?"

Roman huffed, a humorless and distressed laugh escaping his lips. "Am I okay? Fuck. No, I'm not okay," He hissed. "What kind of operation are you running?"

I felt like I owed it to Roman to answer his questions.

He did come back to the bar to help Harley and I.

"A mafia." I replied, quietly.

I watched Roman's eyes widen at my words, but he didn't respond.

I sighed. I felt guilty for getting Roman tangled up in my messy lifestyle.

"What's the address?" Roman asked, referring to the warehouse. I told him the address and he punched it into his GPS, heading in that direction.

I had warehouses all across the state and country. I used them for importing and exporting drugs, international and national currency, weapons, and more.

Occasionally, I'd use them as a place to take my enemies and torture - or kill - them.

Obviously I can't do it in my own home.

The rest of the drive to the warehouse was silent. I often found myself glancing over at Roman, his face contorted and twisted into a grimace and guilt began to creep up on me, but I ignored it.

Once we arrived at the warehouse, Roman popped the trunk and helped me carry Ivan's limp body inside. Harley trailed after us, often tripping over her own feet or stumbling due to all of the alcohol she consumed.

"Harley! Grab a chair," I instructed her as we entered the warehouse.

I jerked my chin towards the corner where there was a stack of old, metal chairs. Harley walked over and grabbed one. She dragged it to the center of the room and passed me a roll of duck tape that she brought in from the car.

"What are you going to do with him?" Roman inquired as we sat him down.

"Do you really want to know, Roman? This lifestyle isn't exactly roses and rainbows." I mumbled while I taped Ivan's hands and feet to the chair.

Roman chuckled, bitterly, "I've seen my fair share of blood and gore, Vixen. I can handle it."

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. I turned to Roman, "Don't you have girlfriend and a kid to go home to?" I didn't want to expose Roman to the mafia. He was kind and charming. I didn't want to corrupt him. "This isn't the kind of life you way to get tied up in, Roman, because once you're in it, there's no getting out. You have something good, you have a family. Cherish that."

Roman's bright blue eyes darkened, almost like a storm was brewing in them.

"I'm an illegal street racer and ex-gang member, Vixen. I've seen and done it all."

Ex-gang member?

If I was being completely honest, that was the last thing I expected from Roman. He was a young and gentle guy. He didn't look like the type to be in a gang.

"Uh, guys? I think he's waking up." Harley's voice echoed through the warehouse.

I turned around and, just like Harley said, Ivan was beginning to wake up.