Salvatore. I sat across from my father, the tensions rising. I already knew what he was going to say to me. How dissapointed he was. Nothing I really hadn't heard before If am being honest. "I hear Nova is out of the treatment facility." he said it more of a statement rather than a question."Yeah, she got out yesterday." i said avoiding his eyes as I took a bite of my food."Do you know where she is?" "No, we don't but I have my men out there looking for her."He looked up at me with disgust then shook his head slowly. "You better find her Salvatore, and soon I am tired of cleaning up your messes. You are a grown man, it's time you start learning taking responsibilities for your actions. With that, he slowly got up and left leaving me alone at the table. I can't remember the last time, my dad and I shared a meal or even had a conversation that did not include threats and business and me letting him down. But I missed him, or Atleast who he used to be. Sometimes I cut him the
Jordan.Nala was finally down for a nap. But I wasn't entirely sure that's what was happening. She was still so mad at me with good reason. I just didn’t know if she was in there packing her stuff plotting her revenge or actually sleeping like she had said. I also had this bad weird gut feeling that she might actually disappear on me, and given where our relationship was currently, she could do it in a heart beat and never look back. I just wanted to watch her, that was the only way for sure I knew she would not be able to get away from me. "You should also go and lie down for a few hours or minutes. I know you did not sleep much last night and you are not going I get anything from her by standing outside her door." Alba said, standing behind me. My senses and everything else was so off today. I didn't even see Alba stand behind me. " She can't run away from me if am standing here, she can't jump through the window, can she?" I asked and immediately realized I had not thought abou
Nala. I woke up looking around me. I was in my bedroom the curtains were drawn, Alba must have done it. I slowly got out of bed and walked to the windows looking outside.I had grew to love this room. In the beginning I hated it, mostly because it's had a door directly joined to Jordan's room. But I loved that you could see the city from up here, the pool especially a night, the lights are usually amazing. There was no one, I saw the security men standing by the gate talking to each other as usual. But still I felt like something was up, I had a gut feeling about it I just couldn't place what of was. I grabbed my robed and put it on around me and wore my pink fluffy slippers and headed out. I went straight to the kitchen, I was thirsty. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Alba said the moment she saw me. She looked like she had seen a ghost. "I just woke up, I need a glass of water. I feel dehydrated." i said opening the door to the refrigerator. "No, come sit down I will bring you
Nala. I paced the bathroom up and down sweating. "I can't be pregnant Alba, I don't want to be pregnant." i said in tears as I finally sat down my head in my laps, "I don't want to Har his baby." i said again.She came and knelt in front of me and took my hands in his."Look at me Nala." she said as she held my face between her palms. "You are not pregnant yet. You have to pee on the stick first.""But what of am pregnant Alba? What am I going to do. Am not a great mother. You know that everyone knows that." i said against as the tears fell like a waterfall. "It's going to be okay, whatever it is it's going to be okay. I promise you that. But you are not a bad mother, you just didn't get the chance to be a mother. But Nala, I have seen you around Kyle, you are an amazing mom. I can tell you that because I am a mother.""But Jordan?" I said stammering, "what if he does not want the baby. Am not sure I even want to have a baby with him.""We can worry about Jordan after you pee on th
Jordan. "Can you atleast calm down first before she comes out here?" I asked hoping she might listen to me. "Oooh, so you think am not calm? Are you in my body to know that am no calm?" she asked furiously, "Is this also how you assessed me before you gave away my son and lied to me that he was dead?" "Nala, please." "Just bring her out." "I will bring her out, but we need to talk first Nala, there is a lot going on and you just can't refuse to talk about everything. You are fucking pregnant for crying out loud Nala." "The way I see it Jordan, there was alot going on when you decided to lie to me. So you are not going to tell me what I can and can't do because I promise you I will not listen." I was about to grab her when we all suddenly heard screams coming from the guest house, Selena was screaming her lungs out. " Stay here." i said as I rushed outside, but ofcourse my pleas fell on deaf ears. " What's going on Selena? " I asked from the door as I rushed in, she looked hys
Jordan. It's been a few minutes now, Selena was on the other side of the room talking to Salvatore. I watched them for a while from where I was sitted. I had never really thought about the kind of relationship that they had. But now, seeing them from across the room, seeing their chemistry. It had all been in front of me all along I was just too blinded to see any of it. I walked into the room where Kyle was admitted, he seemed peaceful, sleeping. He was such a smart kid, non problematic and he seemed like a good kid. Which even made I worse. He didn't deserve all this. But now looking at him closely he looked just like Salvatore. How had I ever not seen this? Was I really that blind? "He is going to be okay. He was just a little low on his iron." the doctor said joining me in the room. "I need speak to his mom though." the doctor added as he checked Kyle's vitals. "Is something wrong?" I asked getting worried. "I don't know your relationship, but you know I took both of your
Nala. "Maybe I should just go and talk to him. He looked so broken up." i said to Alba still standing at the bottom of the stairway."No, let him lick his wounds first. Let him process the information first. Besides, don't you have your own personal issues you have to deal with?" She was right. But as much as I was mad at Jordan, I hated seeing him. Like that. He seemed so sad and broken up. Now that I had all my memories back, I knew how much he had been there for me and I wantes to be there for him too. But Alba was right I had my very own demons, that i needed deal with. The last time I had seen my sister Nova, I was six months pregnant, she had been so awful towards me. Part of me didn't want to even talk to her but some part of me also wanted to confront her for everything she had done to me. "Where is she?" i asked walking back to the sofa. "I really didn't want to talk to her. In the morning I was sure I wanted to talk to her,big so much had happened since then and now all
Jordan The next afternoon, I pulled into the parking lot.“I don’t want to go to your father’s party.”We climbed out of the car and went into the department store. She soundeddefiant, but I heard the panic behind her words.“I’m not going.” she repeated herself, as if I had not heard her the first time. I touched her back to lead her inside. “Yes, you are. And you are going to behave while you are there.” I said smiling but putting emphasis on my words. “Why? Why can’t you just go on your own?” she fired back. And I understood where she was coming from, why was I dragging her to my father's party, she had her memories back now. She knew my parents did not like her at all. Especially my mother who used every chance she got to remind her, she loved Selena and she was the mother of her grandson.“Because he is expecting both of us.” We stepped onto the escalator, Alba and another man from my security team following nearby. A piano played on the second floor. Before we reached it, I
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th