Roman's Master Ensuite


Rhia still lay blissfully asleep, and Roman slowly and easily removed her from his chest. He gingerly got out of bed and began getting dressed.

He headed down the winding staircase dressed in black slacks, black turtleneck shirt, and black leather jacket, and his hair pulled into a bun. He then opened the front door to see his Security men. "Strowman, you're coming with me…Gallows have them open up the boutique and kitchen downstairs."

Gallows looked at his watch and saw the late hour of 2:00 am. "How long should they stay open, Boss?"

"Until I say so that is how long, tell them I'm planning something special and will need gifts, balloons, and a princess Birthday cake." Roman practically growled. "Let's go Strowman."

Both men did as they were told and turned on the alarm system. Gallows was aware of his boss's foul mood, but he needed to ask to be sure. "Sir, any special request for the Birthday cake?"

Roman stopped dead in his tracks and was quite annoyed at Gallows. "I want it big colored in pink only, glitter, the works…It should read Happy Birthday Rhia…. I won't be gone long."

Strowman followed Roman and cracked his knuckles. "You or me, Boss?"

"ME! You will be responsible to oversee the sweepers." The sweepers were a group of their own that took on contracts to clean up the aftermath left by any members of The Syndicate.

The Syndicate was an organization of Mobsters from all over the United States. Their leaders figured running their criminal activities like a fortunate 500 company would make them less susceptible to the law. They had people on their payroll from Police Departments, Social Media Outlets, Federal Agents, Judges, Politicians, and Prosecutors.

Roman was already a high-ranking member within The Syndicate and a Billionaire, by owning one of the top Record Labels, it was called Empire Records, and he owned the Four Seasons Hotel in Manhattan, NY. He was about to embark on a liquor deal within the upcoming months. He was responsible for NJ, NY, and the entire New England area. But his ultimate goal was to be on the Board of Directors because they made the final decisions on all business matters, basically, they were the leaders of The Syndicate.

The elevator descended from Roman's Penthouse Suite to the Basement. Vehicles used for illegal activities were kept in the underground parking lot of the hotel at the very back.

Roman and Strowman walked briskly towards the vehicle, Roman was a man on a mission, and he was laser-focused on the task that was about to go down. Strowman hopped in the driver's side of a Black Cadillac Escalade, and Roman followed suit getting into the passenger side. "Where to Boss."

Roman pulled out his Beretta 87 gun and began loading it with hollow tip bullets. A hollow-point bullet is an expanding bullet that has a pit or hollowed out shape in its tip often intended to cause the bullet to expand upon entering a target in order to increase penetration and disrupt more tissue as it travels through the target. "To see bitch ass Sheamus."


The resident of Sheamus…

Sheamus and Sasha just finished having kinky sex in front of the fireplace of his high-end downtown NY Loft Apartment. He could have cared less that Sasha just finished screwing a client. He had the urge and Sasha was there. "You did really well, Sasha…I hope we can say the same for Rhia." Sheamus spoke as he got up to put on his boxers.

"I'm sure she did great babe, she was still with the Boss when I left." Sasha said as she stood fully nude in front of her lover and Boss.

"She better had, I don't need any problems from the Boss." Sheamus began getting dressed.

"I thought we were spending the night together, babe?" Sasha questioned in a sad voice.

Sheamus had no more use for Sasha and just wanted to be left alone. He knew that soon he would have to stop having sex with Sasha because she was starting to take this as a "real relationship" rather than what the truth was they were fuck buddies. "I have some business to take care of, I'll have the limo bring you home."

Sasha tried not to look crushed, but she was failing miserably. "Babe, what kind of business do you have at this hour that can't wait until the morning? I thought we would hang out tonight." Sasha whined.

Sheamus had his back to Sasha, but quickly turned around and backhanded her across the face. "I said no, stop with your fucking whining, and put your damn clothes on!"

Sasha held her cheek, it felt on fire and she was in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad, I just love you so much."

Sheamus poured himself an Irish Whiskey. "Bitch please, you're a hooker, you think I would love you? Don't get me wrong, your nice for a good lay, but that is as far as it goes."

Sasha became enraged with anger and hurt. "You Bastard…You said I was special to you…Why the fuck are you acting this way?" Sasha demanded.

Sheamus walked towards her and smirked. "Ha, because I can bitch…You're not that bright, are you? All that "dating" shit was to keep you in line like all the others. You have a big mouth, so I had to give you a lot more attention to make sure you complied." He laughed. "How ironic that makes you perfect for this line of work, if I hadn't picked up your ass in that bar you would still be doing petty shoplifting jobs, you should be thanking me and satisfied with what you have."

Sasha felt like a fool, she truly loved Sheamus and thought they would have a future together. Now things were turning sideways. Sasha had betrayed her Gypsy family ways by dating a Gorger. A Gorger is a non-gypsy person. She couldn't let this happen. "Look, babe I know how stressed out you have been lately, and you don't mean those things you said…We said we loved each other, I betrayed my family and beliefs for you!"

Sheamus's smirk turned into an evil glare as he grabbed Sasha's arm roughly. "I never told you to do that…This is business…Grow the fuck up and get the hell out of here before I really lose my temper."

"Your hurting me!" Sasha cried out in agony.

"Keep talking and I'll break it, now go get dressed and go home!" Sheamus bellowed as he shoved her to the floor.

Sasha now had tears in her eyes as she looked up at the man she thought she knew. "You are going to regret this!" She began putting her clothes on. "I know a lot about you Sheamus, don't make me rat you out!"

This made Sheamus furious and he grabbed Sasha by the neck lifting her off her feet and squeezing tightly cutting off her air supply. "Bitch, I will kill you if you open your damn mouth." He said as he shook from squeezing Sasha's neck.

Sasha was struggling and hitting Sheamus to get free, but it was hopeless, Sheamus had a vice grip on her neck. He wasn't about to let Sasha blab to the cops. "I warned you, but you just couldn't shut the hell up!" Sweat beads ran down his face as he choked the last breath out of Sasha.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Sheamus was startled. He couldn't just leave her limp dead body in the middle of the floor, so he dragged Sasha's lifeless body behind the couch. "Open up Sheamus." Roman commanded

"Shit, now what?" Sheamus muttered as he walked towards the large steel doors.

Roman and Strowman didn't wait for an invitation to be invited in, they just breezed past Sheamus.

"What's up Boss, Rhia didn't work out for you? If that is the case, I'm on it and will take care of her." Sheamus spoke slightly nervously as he took a quick glance of Sasha's body.

Roman had his poker face and sat down on the edge of the couch. "Why would you ask that question? I always do my weekly updates with you…Forgot?"

Sheamus was becoming undone, he knew Roman would pop by at any time to do his weekly inspections. "No, just a long night….Drink gentlemen?"

Strowman tilled his head in a puzzled way. "You know I'm on job, you all right, Heat Master?"

Roman cleared his throat. "I'll have a Bourbon neat."

"You got it, Boss." Sheamus was so distracted wanting both Roman and Strowman gone so he could get rid of Sasha's dead body, that he didn't even notice Roman had not removed his black leather gloves.

"So, Sheamus your doing those background checks as I asked to make sure the girls are of legal age, right?" Roman asked casually.

Sheamus had his back to Roman making the drinks. He laughed. "Of course, Boss."

Roman stood up very quietly like a cat scouting a mouse, but he noticed Sasha's dead body, that made no difference to Roman, he was there on a mission, he just stepped over her, and reached inside his black leather jacket, and removed his Beretta 87 with the silencer attached, and pointed directly at Sheamus's head. Coldly Roman answered. "Liar" and before Sheamus could turn around, Roman had shot point blank to the back of Sheamus's skull.

There was a slight sound made when the gun went off, and the hollow point bullet was set in motion.

"Oh no" was heard from Sheamus before the hollow tip bullet was shot into his head.

All you could see in the aftermath was brain tissue and blood flowing, as Sheamus's head was spliced wide open from the impact of the hollow-tipped bullet.

Sheamus instantly died upon impact, and his body fell to the floor. "Lying sack of shit." Roman muttered over Sheamus's lifeless body.

Strowman stood almost in the enjoyment of his fallen colleague. He would have been fully amused had he pulled the trigger instead of Roman.

Roman walked towards Strowman. "Let the sweepers know we have two bodies."

Strowman looked perplexed for a moment before walking over towards Sheamus, and then he saw Sasha's lifeless body. "The same treatment for her, Boss?"

"No, have her body staged in Central Park like a robbery gone bad." Roman knew Sasha's body had to be found, she had a family, plus Rhia would question her just disappearing into thin air. "I'm leaving now, you can report back to penthouse once everything is swept, I'll send Gallows for you." Roman said satisfied, as he placed his gun back into his leather jacket.

Sheamus had broken the cardinal rule, don't try and screw over the Boss. Especially where Roman was concerned, he didn't believe in three strikes and you are out, you try to screw him and his business, it was your doom that would follow. That is how Roman got to where he was, sticking to the code of honor of The Syndicate.


A/N: Thanks to all that took time out to review the previous chapter. I sure would love to hear your thoughts on the unfolding of who Roman really is. What will happen when Roman returns to Rhia, will he get an explanation? This story will be filled with swerves, so I hope you hang on for the ride.