Roman’s POV.
“You better start talking.” I say as I look at Jolene O’Rourke. She sits down opposite me and leans back casually in the chair, her long legs crossed, and I notice the aura coming from her. The aura that tells me she is not to be f****d with. I noticed it a while ago, but never truly questioned it. I have grown up around strong, capable, and powerful women. Jolene is no different.
“Well, what do you want to know?” she asks and I will say this, even though I’m seriously pissed off with her. Her Irish accent is beautiful.
“From the beginning, you told me you were an orphan. So why keep it from me? I did a background check on you and there was nothing about you having ties with the Irish mafia.” I say to her and she chuckles and looks away before she looks back at me.
“Aye, t
