BHYRONThe sharp sound of the car door slamming as Duke storms out jolts me back to reality.For a moment, I sit still, running facts and memories over and over again in my mind, contemplating Duke’s words. It dawns on me with startling clarity that he’s right. My siblings and I used to be best friends when we were little. But after getting kidnapped by Amani’s parents and going through the most traumatic experiences of my entire life, our relationship never, ever remained the same. I was damaged for life. That one unfortunate incident created a permanent rift in my relationship with my family and everyone else. I locked up and pushed people away. The only people I’ve let close in the past years are Duke and my grandfather.With a twinge of guilt, I realize that my siblings have actively tried to keep in touch. They never gave up on me. Brielle sends me flowers on my birthday every year. She calls me every single day but I never answer, so she resorts to leaving voice mails which I
BHYRON“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Duke growls, lunging for Axel.One moment, Axel is on his knees, giving me a death glare and the next, he lies sprawled on the floor, writhing, groaning and nursing his broken, bleeding nose.Believe it or not, Duke gave the fucker a sucker punch. “Why would you do that?!” He whines like a little girl.I always suspected that Axel was gay. He flirted with me every time we met for business, but since he never mentioned it, I was bent on believing he was just playing around.Betrayal and frustration churn in my throat, demanding release. My fingers itch to put a bullet in his brain. But suddenly, I’ve decided that I’m done. I’m done getting my hands dirty. I’m done killing and torturing people. Never again. I no longer wish to be involved in the dirty business of the underworld. A free life with Amani and our baby is all I need.“You’ve worked for me for five years, Anton.” I begin, instead of lashing out like I really want to. “How did yo
BHYRONToday is the shittiest day of my entire life. The absolute worst.I left Duke back at the warehouse to handle business and now, I’m tearing down the freeway like a madman on steroids, heading back to the hospital.I should never have left her behind. I thought she was safe. What’s the worst that could happen? According to Duke, the chief medical practitioner walked in and spilled the news to Amani while she was still trying to recover from the shocking news of her parents’ deception.My grip around the steering wheel is so hard, my knuckles turn white. She wasn’t ready, goddamnit! She wasn’t ready for all of this shit.Less than fifteen minutes later, I arrive at the hospital thanks to my less-than-laudable driving skills. I storm out of the car and make my way to the private ward.I have no idea how Amani will receive me after finding out that she’s carrying our baby.Is she angry? Will she push me away, ask me to leave? I will never leave her. Not again. Even if she holds
AMANIBhyron lunges across the room in a heartbeat and seconds later, I’m enveloped in the fierce heat of his arms, drowning in the comforting deliciousness of his scent.The moment my head touches his chest, all my worries instantly disappear but at the same time, my heart breaks all over again.I’m holding a man who was once a victim of my parents’ greed. Bhyron suffered so much… and somehow, I believe it’s all my fault. He didn’t deserve what they did to him. He was just a child!He pulls me closer, holding me like he’d never let go… like he never, ever wants to let go. I can feel the love and warmth that he’s pouring into me, and I feel giddy with joy at the thought that this powerful, overbearing man is my husband.“I’m so sorry.” I bring myself to whimper. “I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me. Please…”Beneath me, Bhyron stiffens. I can hear his heartbeat quicken as he pulls me away from his chest.For long moments, those dark, hooded eyes simply appraise me. His gaze is so raw
BHYRONAn hour and thirty minutes later, we’re all seated in Bhyron’s spacious, luxuriously decorated office. There are five of us — me, Zuri, Amanda, Bhyron and Duke.Amanda and Zuri were already waiting when we arrived. Zuri holds my hand, silently lending her support while Bhyron stands behind his desk, opposite us. There’s a strange look in his eyes, an interesting mixture of pain, sorrow and fear that tempts me to run across the room and hold him.Dread clings to the stiff atmosphere like the smell of petrichor on a dusty rainy day. Whatever Duke, Bhyron and Amanda are about to tell us will be horrible. I can already feel it. “Let’s go straight to the point and get it over with, shall we?” Duke begins. “But before we start, we’d like to show you a video, Amani.”My heartbeat accelerates painfully. Duke turns his laptop, giving me access to the video that’s already playing on the screen. My eyes are glued to the screen, scared that I’ll miss something if I even dare to blink.A
BHYRONLeft to me, I would never bother to relive those horrible memories. They’re with me day and night, haunting my nightmares and my waking moments.But it’s not left to me anymore. The moment Amani became involved, it was no longer in my hands. I need to say it out loud. I have to get it off my chest. Maybe, just maybe, doing this will silence the demons that haunt me till this day. So here goes;“When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped. It started out like a normal day, I’d gone to school as usual but on my way back, the unexpected happened.We were ambushed by three trucks filled with men all dressed in red. They killed my driver and two bodyguards. My bodyguards.” I pause for a moment, shivering as the worst of the memories come tumbling in.Amani presses closer against my back, silently lending her support. Believe it or not, that gives me the strength to go on.“The goons didn’t just shoot my guards, they tied them to a wooden stake and roasted all three of them alive wh
AMANII try to sit on my own, worried that my weight is a burden to Bhyron, but a low growl rumbles in his chest and he clamps his arms around my waist, keeping me locked against him. I look up and our eyes meet. I nearly melt from the heat in his gaze. He frowns at me, telling me exactly what he thinks about my attempt to escape. So I stay put. I wiggle against his chest, wrap my arms around his hard, solid belly and stay snuggled around my husband.“The guns in Grandpa’s house. The fierce-looking guards. The underground tunnel. Oh, and the tinted cars that kept taking you guys to God knows where at night.”His lips curl in a mysterious smile and he leans forward, running the tip of his nose across the shell of my ear.“How did you know about that? Were you watching me, little caramel?”I shiver in his embrace and lower my head, my cheeks reddening with awareness. “A little bit. You’re very interesting to watch.”To my surprise, Bhyron throws back his head and laughs. My head snaps
BHYRONThere’s something very suspicious about this entire situation. After the disaster of our wedding, I went on a fucking rampage. I burned and destroyed every single last one of King Murder’s properties that came within my reach while he went into hiding. Thinking about it now, my blood heats with the fierce hint of violence.I have to give to him, he was wise enough to hide. Because only the devil would’ve been able to look at his body once I was done with him, if I’d gotten my hands on the bastard then. I hold Amani’s soft, smaller hand in mine, still amazed by her show of strength. Yes, I would rather she stayed back at the office and out of harm’s way, but there was something about the defiant spark on her eyes when she told me she’d like to confront King Murder that stirred my stony heart.I make sure to keep her behind me, shielded by my body as we make our way down the hall. I flick a glance at our joined hands and my heart beats a painful, comforting rhythm.She didn’t p
BHYRONThere’s something very suspicious about this entire situation. After the disaster of our wedding, I went on a fucking rampage. I burned and destroyed every single last one of King Murder’s properties that came within my reach while he went into hiding. Thinking about it now, my blood heats with the fierce hint of violence.I have to give to him, he was wise enough to hide. Because only the devil would’ve been able to look at his body once I was done with him, if I’d gotten my hands on the bastard then. I hold Amani’s soft, smaller hand in mine, still amazed by her show of strength. Yes, I would rather she stayed back at the office and out of harm’s way, but there was something about the defiant spark on her eyes when she told me she’d like to confront King Murder that stirred my stony heart.I make sure to keep her behind me, shielded by my body as we make our way down the hall. I flick a glance at our joined hands and my heart beats a painful, comforting rhythm.She didn’t p
AMANII try to sit on my own, worried that my weight is a burden to Bhyron, but a low growl rumbles in his chest and he clamps his arms around my waist, keeping me locked against him. I look up and our eyes meet. I nearly melt from the heat in his gaze. He frowns at me, telling me exactly what he thinks about my attempt to escape. So I stay put. I wiggle against his chest, wrap my arms around his hard, solid belly and stay snuggled around my husband.“The guns in Grandpa’s house. The fierce-looking guards. The underground tunnel. Oh, and the tinted cars that kept taking you guys to God knows where at night.”His lips curl in a mysterious smile and he leans forward, running the tip of his nose across the shell of my ear.“How did you know about that? Were you watching me, little caramel?”I shiver in his embrace and lower my head, my cheeks reddening with awareness. “A little bit. You’re very interesting to watch.”To my surprise, Bhyron throws back his head and laughs. My head snaps
BHYRONLeft to me, I would never bother to relive those horrible memories. They’re with me day and night, haunting my nightmares and my waking moments.But it’s not left to me anymore. The moment Amani became involved, it was no longer in my hands. I need to say it out loud. I have to get it off my chest. Maybe, just maybe, doing this will silence the demons that haunt me till this day. So here goes;“When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped. It started out like a normal day, I’d gone to school as usual but on my way back, the unexpected happened.We were ambushed by three trucks filled with men all dressed in red. They killed my driver and two bodyguards. My bodyguards.” I pause for a moment, shivering as the worst of the memories come tumbling in.Amani presses closer against my back, silently lending her support. Believe it or not, that gives me the strength to go on.“The goons didn’t just shoot my guards, they tied them to a wooden stake and roasted all three of them alive wh
BHYRONAn hour and thirty minutes later, we’re all seated in Bhyron’s spacious, luxuriously decorated office. There are five of us — me, Zuri, Amanda, Bhyron and Duke.Amanda and Zuri were already waiting when we arrived. Zuri holds my hand, silently lending her support while Bhyron stands behind his desk, opposite us. There’s a strange look in his eyes, an interesting mixture of pain, sorrow and fear that tempts me to run across the room and hold him.Dread clings to the stiff atmosphere like the smell of petrichor on a dusty rainy day. Whatever Duke, Bhyron and Amanda are about to tell us will be horrible. I can already feel it. “Let’s go straight to the point and get it over with, shall we?” Duke begins. “But before we start, we’d like to show you a video, Amani.”My heartbeat accelerates painfully. Duke turns his laptop, giving me access to the video that’s already playing on the screen. My eyes are glued to the screen, scared that I’ll miss something if I even dare to blink.A
AMANIBhyron lunges across the room in a heartbeat and seconds later, I’m enveloped in the fierce heat of his arms, drowning in the comforting deliciousness of his scent.The moment my head touches his chest, all my worries instantly disappear but at the same time, my heart breaks all over again.I’m holding a man who was once a victim of my parents’ greed. Bhyron suffered so much… and somehow, I believe it’s all my fault. He didn’t deserve what they did to him. He was just a child!He pulls me closer, holding me like he’d never let go… like he never, ever wants to let go. I can feel the love and warmth that he’s pouring into me, and I feel giddy with joy at the thought that this powerful, overbearing man is my husband.“I’m so sorry.” I bring myself to whimper. “I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me. Please…”Beneath me, Bhyron stiffens. I can hear his heartbeat quicken as he pulls me away from his chest.For long moments, those dark, hooded eyes simply appraise me. His gaze is so raw
BHYRONToday is the shittiest day of my entire life. The absolute worst.I left Duke back at the warehouse to handle business and now, I’m tearing down the freeway like a madman on steroids, heading back to the hospital.I should never have left her behind. I thought she was safe. What’s the worst that could happen? According to Duke, the chief medical practitioner walked in and spilled the news to Amani while she was still trying to recover from the shocking news of her parents’ deception.My grip around the steering wheel is so hard, my knuckles turn white. She wasn’t ready, goddamnit! She wasn’t ready for all of this shit.Less than fifteen minutes later, I arrive at the hospital thanks to my less-than-laudable driving skills. I storm out of the car and make my way to the private ward.I have no idea how Amani will receive me after finding out that she’s carrying our baby.Is she angry? Will she push me away, ask me to leave? I will never leave her. Not again. Even if she holds
BHYRON“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Duke growls, lunging for Axel.One moment, Axel is on his knees, giving me a death glare and the next, he lies sprawled on the floor, writhing, groaning and nursing his broken, bleeding nose.Believe it or not, Duke gave the fucker a sucker punch. “Why would you do that?!” He whines like a little girl.I always suspected that Axel was gay. He flirted with me every time we met for business, but since he never mentioned it, I was bent on believing he was just playing around.Betrayal and frustration churn in my throat, demanding release. My fingers itch to put a bullet in his brain. But suddenly, I’ve decided that I’m done. I’m done getting my hands dirty. I’m done killing and torturing people. Never again. I no longer wish to be involved in the dirty business of the underworld. A free life with Amani and our baby is all I need.“You’ve worked for me for five years, Anton.” I begin, instead of lashing out like I really want to. “How did yo
BHYRONThe sharp sound of the car door slamming as Duke storms out jolts me back to reality.For a moment, I sit still, running facts and memories over and over again in my mind, contemplating Duke’s words. It dawns on me with startling clarity that he’s right. My siblings and I used to be best friends when we were little. But after getting kidnapped by Amani’s parents and going through the most traumatic experiences of my entire life, our relationship never, ever remained the same. I was damaged for life. That one unfortunate incident created a permanent rift in my relationship with my family and everyone else. I locked up and pushed people away. The only people I’ve let close in the past years are Duke and my grandfather.With a twinge of guilt, I realize that my siblings have actively tried to keep in touch. They never gave up on me. Brielle sends me flowers on my birthday every year. She calls me every single day but I never answer, so she resorts to leaving voice mails which I
BHYRONI can’t breathe.My shirt collar isn’t too tight, but I pull it away from my neck all the same. I can swear there’s a noose around my throat and what’s worse? It keeps tightening as the seconds tick by.An hour ago, I paced the empty hallway of the hospital, impatiently waiting for Zuri to emerge so I could go back to sitting by Amani’s side and holding her hand.When she walked towards the door, I’d honestly thought she was ready to leave. I never once suspected that the devious little minx planned to lock me out. My fingers twitch by my sides and I take long, deep breaths, trying and failing miserably to stop the redness that crawls into my vision.Memories of the pure horror on Amani’s face when Zuri started speaking are permanently burned into my mind. She wasn’t ready, goddamnit! My baby had just woken up. She needed time!I pace the length of the driveway, trying to relieve myself of the demon that came upon me when Zuri locked that door. What happened to me at that mome