CATHERINE“So someone contacted you and bought all your recent works?” Fifi looked at me as if I had just told her that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were real.We were in my workshop, waiting for Ace to arrive with my dress. Of course, I filled that time telling her about every little thing that had happened after the whole Dante the Art Buyer disaster.“Yes. He wanted all my paintings and offered a price I could never even dream of.” A nervous laugh bubbled in my throat. I still couldn't believe it had truly happened. When I got a call two days ago, I was willing to bet this was another trick.Fifi inched closer, frowning. “And you're sure it's not Dante or any of his goons this time?”I shook my head. “It's not him. This was some anonymous buyer, but I precautiously called Rowan. He checked the case and told me I had nothing to worry about. I signed all documents, and Rowan and Ferro will help me with the shipment. The buyer already transferred half of the money to my account.”
I was sitting by my mom's bed, squeezing her hand. My chest tightened, turning every breath into a struggle. I kept my eyes locked on my mom's sleeping face as Doctor Sinclair's words swirled in my head.“We gave Mrs. Lewis the dose that is safest in her current condition. Of course, sometimes the body's reaction takes time, but we waited more than a week, and your mother's body doesn't respond,” he had said. “We can increase the dosage, but it carries a lot of risk. The drug can stimulate the brain, but the side effects might be lethal. Unfortunately, this is our only option. We can either stop the treatment or risk continuing with a high drug dose.”How was I supposed to make such a decision? I could sign the consent and risk watching my mom die, or I could give up and leave her in her sleep waiting for her body to naturally fade away. Doctor Sinclair had said it before: her chances of waking up from her coma without treatment were none. I heard a lot of stories about patients wakin
HUNTERLeaving New York again was against everything I had planned those weeks ago. Chasing after a snake-tattooed guy had taken away the time I needed to prepare Catherine for what was about to happen. I knew she could talk back if she had to, but that wouldn't be enough to face those who had been schooled on how to become first-class assholes all their lives.I might have played it all wrong. Certainly, I needed her unconditional trust and devotion, but those treats would be useless if she got herself killed. A part of me hoped that the wedding would somehow go smoothly, but nothing in my life ever had. It was wiser to prepare for the worst.As most of my men had been working to secure the estate, Rowan and I had gone to find the fucker responsible for killing the kid. Rowan had received another hint, and we went to Pittsburgh to check if it could lead us anywhere. It hadn't led us anywhere, though. It was another dead end. We couldn't afford not to check that lead, but this call ha
CATHERINE“Bait…” I breathed out as my mind tried to process everything Hunter had just said. My head began to spin, and a high-pitched tone rang in my ears. I drew a deep breath and then another one. Someone tried to kill me. Someone planted a bomb to kill me! How was I supposed to leave this room knowing all this?! I wasn't sure if I could even stand on my damn two feet!“Focus, Catherine.” Hunter snapped his fingers, and I almost jumped in my seat. “You need to calm down. Now.”“Easy for… you to say,” I choked out.He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. “You can curse me later, but right now, you will listen and do as I say.”A shudder ran down my spine. He had never used such a cold, emotionless tone on me. Was this the true face of a man I was supposed to marry? Had I fallen for a fucking lie? Something within me snapped, and suddenly I couldn't determine whether I was scared, hurt, or pissed. Perhaps it was the combination of all three.“Normally, I would have prepared you
I was still trying to figure out what had happened in that room fifteen minutes ago. The special task Hunter had given me should have pushed me to the verge of panic. But panic was nowhere to be found. Instead, I felt strangely focused and calm. A blush formed each time I thought about the reason behind it…I couldn't have been more grateful that Fifi and Ace decided not to comment on my state when they returned to my room. Of course, Ace barely stifled a laugh as he helped me smooth all the delicate layers of my gown. Fifi fixed my makeup quickly, but we no longer had time to tie up my hair.“Shouldn't your personal maid be here, helping us?” Fifi raised her brows as she looked at me with a wry smile.“Gianna took a few days off,” I explained. Truthfully, I found it a little strange since it was Marcello who had told me about it. He'd said that Gianna was sick, but she'd looked fine the day before. I couldn't help but think it was yet another one of Marcello's ways to mess with me. Fo
My face hurt from keeping my faint, polite smile plastered as the mercilessly long line of guests congratulated Hunter and me on our marriage. My back muscles burned from holding my posture as straight as possible. Not to mention that this little crown on my head was getting heavier by the second, and even lifting my chin had become a struggle.“You're doing great,” Hunter murmured between shaking hands and listening to insincere praises. “It'll be over soon.”“I sure hope so,” I grunted and saw him stifling a laugh.Thankfully, I was able to memorize the ridiculously long list of guests, the information about their families, and their connections. I even separated them into groups based on what I had learned. The first group was the less important families, mostly too weak to stand a threat. In the second group, I placed all the families that either openly supported Hunter or could have been called potential allies. The third group was where I put those with rather hostile attitudes
HUNTERI watched my firecracker in awe. She kept her expression blank and her chin high, calmly observing her father and his wife walk away with their heads low. Catherine might not have realized that yet, but more than a few people watched her interaction with the Duncans. They evaluated her strength, deciding whether or not she was someone easy to mess with. She passed the test flawlessly. She had proven she could use the authority she had been given. I knew that act cost her, but I would not let others see any cracks in her mask.I stepped closer just in time to pull her into my arms as she stumbled. “Careful, firecracker,” I murmured against her ear. “I know you're tired. It'll be over soon.”She turned to me, her chest heaving and falling at a fast pace. “I… I humiliated them,” she breathed out.I could see that righteous side of her crawl out to the surface, but I wouldn't let her feel any remorse. “You did what you had to,” I told her. “And you were fucking hot while doing it.”
CATHERINE“God, those Blandini bitches just sit there and glare at us.” Bella Rossi clicked her tongue and folded her arms across her chest.She was one of many Mafia Princesses at the wedding, but so far, she was the only one who seemed genuinely friendly. Her family had been engaged in a few business projects with Hunter's father back in the day, and Hunter had been doing some business with Bella's father as well. Certainly, I would have never put my guard down around someone I had just met, but my instincts were telling me that this cute-looking girl with curly brown hair and large brown eyes was relatively safe. Besides, Fifi had known Bella before, and she liked her. Perhaps I was starting to like her too…“Those idiots are just jealous,” Fifi huffed, and Bella nodded in agreement.“Sure they are.” Then she not-so-discreetly pointed at the tall one with shoulder-length chestnut hair. “Especially the oldest, the one in the middle. Her name is Daniela, and she used to brag that she
I had three days to prepare for the snob party called Carla Pucci's Annual Banquet. According to Marcello's explanation, this event had been organized by the Pucci family for decades. The guests were the wives and daughters of the most prestigious Italian families and sometimes the wives and daughters of their associates. Gianna learned that all the invitations had been sent more than a month ago, which meant that my name must have been Carla Pucci's last-minute choice.I told Gianna to learn whatever she could about the other participants while I decided to meet with my very own queen of gossip and entertainment—Fifi. She invited me for lunch in her hotel. I agreed as long as it wouldn't be the restaurant I'd met with Grasso and my father. She happily obliged.Fifi greeted me in the reception hall. Today was her day off, so instead of wearing her usual manager's uniform, she picked a simple yet sexy light blue A-shape dress with a cute little rounded collar. She looked almost like an
I watched Hunter putting on his three-piece suit as he stood in the middle of the walk-in closet. His already-packed suitcase waited by the door. The blissful moment we had was long gone. I could see it in Hunter's sharp gaze and clenched jaw. Of course, the anxieties within me blossomed in an instant.“Maybe I could come with you,” I suggested, leaning one arm against the doorframe. I was still in my nightgown. The black silk and lace clung to my body, and I was highly aware of how it emphasized every curve. Something changed within me, and that change had a lot to do with Hunter. He pulled out this new daringness to the surface. He made me want to be seen…His eyes slowly drifted down, as if memorizing every inch of my body. Then a sinful smirk curved his lips. “I would love nothing more than to take you with me.” He buttoned his jacket and sighed. “But I can't. If someone planted the drugs there, it's possible the guy with the snake tattoo and others like him will be close. I can't
CATHERINESince Hunter had left, my restlessness became the bone-crushing corset around my ribcage. Falling asleep hadn't been an option, so I'd spent most of the night painting. The exhaustion struck when it was dawning, and I finally decided to wash off the drops of paint from my skin and crawl into the cold, empty bed.I closed my eyes, but despite how drained I was, the sleep didn't come. I wasn't sure how long I struggled to get some rest before I heard the door opening and closing. My heart tripped in response. “Hunter?” I murmured, turning around and trying to find him in the dimness of the room with closed curtains.“I didn't mean to wake you up,” he whispered.“You didn't wake me up,” I said. “I couldn't sleep anyway…”A soft chuckle sounded. “Were you waiting for me, firecracker?” The rustling sound followed. The bed dipped slightly, and a moment later, I was pulled against his bare chest. “Did you miss me?” he purred as his arms wrapped around me.“I was worried,” I muttere
I sat by my desk, watching the sun slowly rising over Manhattan. My time was nearly up, and soon I was bound to make a decision. I shifted my gaze to the three-piece suite where a children-raping monster slept soundly on the sofa. I hated the sight of him in my office. I hated the fact he was still peacefully breathing while his latest victim was fighting for her life in Fabio Lanaro's clinic. But most of all, I hated the mere thought of dealing with this piece of shit and letting him walk out of here freely…I told myself I would make it right one day soon. Grasso would get exactly what he deserved. I couldn't be the one to serve the punishment, and it wouldn't happen today, but he would pay.Rowan's ID appeared on the phone screen, and I quickly took the call. “You figured out how to handle him once he wakes up?” he asked.“I'll have to tell him the truth… skipping the drugging part,” I muttered. “I'd appreciate some leverage, though. Did Enzo and Remo find anything in the data?”“N
Convincing Fabrizio Grasso to meet with me had turned out to be easier than I initially assumed. It was either sheer curiosity or simply greed that made him agree to come to Spine Dorate Tower. He would surely regret trusting me so easily once he figured out the reason behind this meeting. Unfortunately for him, by that time, it would be too late…The doors of my office opened, and Grasso strode inside, two bodyguards flanking him. I sat in the armchair, facing the doors. A hint of a smirk curved my lips as I locked my eyes on the fucker and slowly rose to my feet.Grasso looked around my office and put his hands into his pants pockets. “Nice place you have here. Perhaps I should visit your club one day.”I hated the sole idea of him tainting my place with his presence, but I kept my expression neutral as I pointed at the sofa. “Have a seat. We have a few things to discuss.”“Very well, Thorne.” He gave me a curt nod and walked to the three-piece suit, his guards following.I looked a
Catherine and I watched Lazar enter his limo and leave the estate. Tension radiated from me in waves, and I knew that Catherine felt it too. As soon as Lazar's car disappeared from view, I turned around and walked inside the mansion. Catherine followed me.“Something happened, right? Did Lazar tell you anything?” she asked, trying to read the answer from my expression.I grabbed her hand and led her to my study, debating how much I should tell her as we walked. Then I closed the door behind us and sighed. “Lazar didn't know any of the men I showed him, but he gave us a lead about those two Italians.”Catherine's brows rose. “Really? So what now?”I scratched the back of my neck. “I'll have to drag the answers out of someone who's not my ally,” I said carefully.“An enemy?” She fixed her eyes on me. “Who is it?”My lips twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. “Grasso.”She stumbled back, her face turning pale. “Will you interrogate him?”“I wish I could beat the answers out of him, but
The doors of my office slid open, and I strode inside, my fists loosening and clenching on my sides. Enzo, Remo, and Rowan were sitting in our usual spot, with documents and photos splayed on the coffee table.I'd tried to silence my annoyance as I drove here, and I would have lied saying that regaining my composure had come easily. I understood the urgency, though; to prevent another attack, we needed to act. Fucking my wife senseless would have to wait. Again.“Tell me you found something useful,” I muttered, sitting in the armchair.Rowan grabbed several photos from the table and tossed them over to me. “As you know, we'd taken photos of the bodies before we got rid of them. Enzo ran each one of those fuckers through the face recognition program. We searched through all the databases and police records, and—”“Tell me we have the names,” I gritted out as I went through the photos he gave me. Most of them had tattoos on their bodies. Hopefully, that would help with the identificatio
HUNTERIt had been a week since Catherine's kidnapping, and all her bruises finally seemed to fade. She was healing… at least physically. I had tried to crush the guilt coiling inside her, but I doubted I managed to destroy it entirely. She sometimes stared at her hands, as if she still saw blood covering her skin—Castillo's blood. Her nightmares were now gone, but she had that haunting look on her face telling me her thoughts kept swirling around some dark place.I'd spent most of my time in the estate recently. I didn't want to leave her for too long, and I didn't trust anyone enough to replace me. Instead of forcing her to move back into the main bedroom, I sort of moved to hers. Every night, I had lay beside her, watching her fall asleep wrapped in my arms, making sure she felt safe throughout the night.The old me would have found my behavior absurd, but I'd grown to enjoy this sort of intimacy between us. As cold as it might have sounded, it also served my plans. I had managed t
CATHERINEDry twigs snapped under my bare feet as I ran through the woods. The lines of densely growing trees seemed to have no end. I told myself I could distinguish shapes in the darkness of the night, but the truth was I was nearly running blind.“There's no point in running from us, princess!” Garrett's voice boomed through the forest. “We'll catch you sooner or later!” He chuckled. They all laughed as they chased after me, as if my attempts to survive were their best source of entertainment.Every muscle in my body hurt, and doubts started to fill my mind. Would it hurt less if I surrendered? Maybe death would come quickly, painlessly… No. The one who ordered my death wanted me to suffer. I knew that, and still, a part of me wanted to stop and face the inevitable.“He won't be able to save you forever, you know?” Castillo's snicker echoed among the trees. “You're his weakness! He'll get rid of you as soon as he inherits it all!”I ground my teeth and quickened my steps. I glanced