They stare at each other, exchanging words without speaking.Then Lincoln turns to me. “Did you do it to take his place?”“My place is to protect the family. That’s why I did it.”Mata sits forward as he wipes his palm over his bushy black beard. “And you want us to come to New York with you to fight with the Lewis.”“ColWill ’s wife has been taken hostage by Black. A call has been put out for support. I’m going because I gave my word in exchange for support of ourfamiglia. Will you join me?”Both men nod without hesitation.Lincoln grins. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good fight. Who knows? Might be a good day to die.”Mata gives him a sideways glance. “Speak for yourself. I’m not fuckin’ dyin’ today. I’m going to kill some assholes, not the other way around.”They follow behind me as I leave the study and make my way down the hall to the weapons room.“Who’d have thought we’d be fighting with the Lewis ,” Lincoln says, shoving three pistols into his holsters. “Especially
A dangerous situation they don’t want to get involved in.“Why do these fucks always live in marinas?” Mata asks, peering out the window when we arrive at the Flag’s Point Marina on the East River. “Andre thought it made him the shit. Fucking diesel smell made me gag.”“I don’t know if Kroos lives here,” I say when the guards let us in, unable to imagine that a wealthy prick like Kroos would choose to reside in a place like this.I scan the area, noting the canoes and kayaks piled high on one side, pallets and gas cans on another. There’s a dock farther ahead, but the boats there are mostly skiffs or pontoons.My phone buzzes just then.“Stay here,” ColWill orders. “Kroos wants only me and Gregorio. Do not attack until we have Carina. Or the shit hits the fan. Whatever comes first.”Everyone in the Tahoe watches in intent silence as Luca exits the first SUV. Gunn, who had been with him, was dropped off before we reached the gates. He slunk out into the darkness, his firearm in hand,
Scar comes closer but stops as her eyes move almost imperceptively to my left. From my peripheral, I spot Mac approaching, his gun drawn and aimed right at her.“Stay the fuck where you are, bitch, unless you want that pretty hair stained red.”She narrows her gaze on him thoughtfully, the edges of her lips pulled up. “Hmm. While I’m sure I’d be a stunning redhead, I think I’ll stick to blonde.” Then she glances around the perimeter and laughs.When I look too, I see why. At least ten men are now surrounding the area. As one, they rush at us. Without a word, both Mac and I turn and run from the gunshots. We may be good fighters, but we’re also smart enough to know when we’re far too outnumbered.I glance once over my shoulder and see Kroos and Scar getting into the car.“Fuck!” Mac yells. “I’m hit!” He stumbles, grabbing his shoulder.Leaning into him, I help him onto the boat, all the while staying low. I turn the key and start the motor and, without another look back, take off.Two
Without hesitation, we both go toward the dock. But by the time we arrive, Kroos and the woman have left.“This one’s got a key!” Mac jumps onto one of the skiffs.I untie the rope from the bollard, and he takes off as soon as I’m on board. We ride through the dark waters, searching, listening for the slightest hint of where they went. Minutes pass like hours, painfully slow, because we’re aware that with every second we lose, Kroos gains miles.“There,” I say, pointing to where Kroos ’s boat has been tied to a post in a marina a mile mac maneuvers our skiff close enough that I can jump onto the dock and tie the rope.He peers left and right. “I can’t tell which way they went.”I look too, unable to see any movement. Everything is quiet. Almost too quiet. Either no one is home or everyone is asleep. Third option is, they heard the sound of battle and locked themselves in.“We have to split up,” I say.He nods, then with his gun pointed at a downward angle but ready to shoot, he heads
A moment passes while he considers it. “It’s irrelevant,” he says. “Robertson business, not mine.”“You got my oath of loyalty, Nathan ” Mata says, pressing his fist to his chest.“Mine too, boss,” Lincoln adds. “We’ll kill any asshole that has shit to say about it.”I bow my head. The Robertson are mine.Natalia My father is sitting beside me at the kitchen table, but he might as well be miles away.“It’s supposed to storm tonight,” I say and watch him out of the corner of my eye.“Hm,” he grunts.“How’s your soup?” I ask, pointing my spoon at his bowl.“You know I hate tomato soup.”“No you don’t.” I sigh and angle my body fully to him. “Dad, you love tomato soup on a rainy day. That’s why I made it.”“Is that why? Or are you kissing my ass because you disobeyed me?” He directs his hard stare at me.He’s angry and hurt, I remind myself.“Dad, please forgive me,” I say for the hundredth time since he found Nathan in the house. “It was inappropriate for me to have brought a man to th
“I won’t change my mind, Em. Don’t try. I’m a good judge of character, and that man reeks of trouble.” He’s agitated, his breathing hard, nostrils flaring.I feel my own temper rising until I notice the lines around his eyes. They’re not deep enough. People always compliment my handsome father on his youthful appearance. But the lack of lines is more a reminder that he hasn’t laughed enough in his life. Kind of like Nathan .It’s those lines that have me deflating and biting my tongue to keep from blurting out something I won’t be able to take back. I could never hurt this man that I love so much. He gave me all the smiles, even when he didn’t have enough for himself.“If I’m desperate for anything,” I say, “It’s foryouto fall in love.” I stand and take my dishes to the sink, then kiss the top of his head on the way out of the Kitchen Noah said he’d pick me up tomorrow at seven. Damn, I should have gotten his number. After the discussion with Dad, the last thing I want is for him to
Shit. Not only did I lose him, but I lost me too.Every gruesome murder recently reported by the local news suddenly blares through my mind. I’m a big, wet, lost, unarmed target.My already racing heart hammers harder in my chest and I plaster myself against the nearest wall, trying my best to melt into it. To become invisible and regroup.I squint at the street sign, trying to read the poorly lit letters. Having no other choice, I detach myself from the side of the building and draw nearer.That’s when my worst fear becomes a reality. Strong fingers wrap around my arm as a hand covers my mouth when I try to scream.I’m dragged backward, away from the light, deep into the shadows of a narrow alley. Adrenaline rushes through my blood, inciting that fight or flee response. However, the sheer size of the man obliterates the flee option, leaving me with fight.I bite him as hard as I can and he releases me. But my freedom is short-lived. Before I can take a single step, I’m grabbed again
He slams my arms over my head, transferring both my wrists into one of his hands. His other hand roves down my body, shoving my wet shirt over my breasts. I gulp in oxygen when he breaks the kiss and bends down to take my wet nipples into his mouth. He moves from one to the other, grazing his teeth over them, sucking hungrily.The sting he creates with each bite sends an electrical current straight to my core, making me ache. Making me want more than this.As if he needs to touch me there as much as I need him to, he slides his palm over my thigh and under my shorts. His fingers easily slip past my panties and press inside me. I buck, wanting to grab onto something as he begins to thrust, but he keeps my arms pinned.I whimper when he pulls out of me, but he shuts me up with his mouth on mine once again. If possible, his kiss is even more demanding than before. He sucks on my tongue and robs me of breath.Suddenly releasing my arms, he brings both his palms to my ass and lifts me. I i
“You’re here!” I say, heading toward it but stop when it’s Katy who appears.“You!” she hisses. “I knew something was off. He didn’t kill you!”Before I can answer, she’s on me like a rabid cat. She claws at me, slapping every part of me she can make contact with.Startled, I raise my hands protectively over my face, afraid to hit her back and severely hurt her. As it is, Nathan already hates me for any part I might have played in the death of his father.The woman may be older and weaker, but her strikes are impactful. She shoves against me, slapping her palms against my shoulders and chest, driving me toward the rear of the deck. It all happens so fast that I don’t realize I’m so close to the glass rail until it hits my lower back.“You have to calm down!” I plead.“Why did he have to want you? You look nothing like me! But Leo always liked them younger. Tell me, did you like how he fucked you?”“What? You think I slept with your husb—” Another whack, this time right across the chin
But he saved my life. He risked himself to keep me alive. And fuck it all, I love him! I can’t just sit back and let him die.A chair is pushed and the sound of footsteps come my way. Before they reach the doors, I bolt out the entrance and am already across the street when I hear, “Natalia !”But I don’t stop. Don’t look back. My mission now is to save Nathan Natalia Irun like the Devil is at my heels, not bothering to glance back over my shoulder, because even that simple action could cost me precious seconds.For blocks, I maintain that speed, my lungs burning and the stitch on my side threatening to bring me down.When I’m far enough that I feel anyone following would have lost sight of me, I tuck myself into an alley and wait. After several minutes, I tug my cell phone out and dial Nathan , but it goes straight to voicemail.“Pick up, dammit!” I dial again, but like before, it goes to his mail.“Nathan . You have to leave your house. A man named Steven Kroos is coming. He’s bri
“The hell it is. Do you have any idea the worry you put me through? No calls or texts the last couple of—” His eyes bulge from his skull as he takes in the blood on my shirt. “You’re hurt.” “No, Dad. It’s not my blood. I’m not hurt.” He digs his fingertips into the corners of his eyes as if he’s trying to keep from crying. “I thought I would lose my mind when I found out exactly who you were with. His name isn’t Nathan Manguire . It’s Nathan Carlos .” I rear back in shock that he knows. “What?” “My gut was right, Em. He’s a fucking criminal. The worst kind.” “How do you know that?” From the study, the handsome man who visited the gallery to meet with Dad steps out. Steven Kroos . His icy-blue stare roves over me, and he smiles. “I’m glad to see you’re home safe. Especially after being in the Robertson den.” “Mr. Kroos is the one who tracked down information on Carlos . Nathan is their new godfather.” His eyes narrow on me. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” Looking betwee
He tilts his head, his eyes raking over my face, searching. “What makes you think that?” “It was in the way he looked at me,” I say. “It’s the same wayyoulook at me. I know you said he loved your stepmother, but I swear it’s true.” “I saidsheloved him. I never said he loved her back.” He glances out the windshield, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Is that why you killed him? You didn’t appreciate his attentions?” “He came to the house when my father wasn’t there. I’m not even sure how he got in. But he followed me from room to room and begged me to give him a chance. I asked him to leave, told him that he was scaring me. He decided to grab me and try to kiss me. “I got out of his hold and ran to the desk drawer my father keeps his Glock in and threatened him. He still refused to leave. The moment he took a step toward me, I shot. It was meant to scare him, nothing more. I could never kill anyone. The bullet grazed his arm, but he was alive.” “You didn’t follow him out?
“You cut yourself,” I say. “It wouldn’t have been believable otherwise.” “Why did you do it, Nathan ? Why did you spare my life?” He pulls over several blocks from my house. We sit there in silence for what seems like forever, the only sound the pitter-patter of scattered rain against the windshield. “Why did you save me?” I repeat the question that’s been burning in my mind. “Your mother wants me dead, but you saved me.” Without turning to me, he replies, “Iwanted you dead.” His response is another blow to my already battered heart. But he deserves the truth. “I didn’t kill your father, Nathan . It wasn’t me.” Now he does turn to me and I almost wish he hadn’t. The shadows I’ve wondered about from the start have emerged and they’re darker and more terrifying than I could have imagined. They’re blackened with Nathan ’s fury, hate, grief, and confusion. They tear at my chest, splaying it open. Raw pain fills me at the sight of those beautiful golden eyes looking so tortured, spa
My gaze flicks from her to the elevator and to the rooftop access door, wondering if I could somehow reach either of them. And if I did, are they unlocked? As if from out of thin air, Nathan produces a piece of rope. When he tries to take one of my wrists, I make to get up again, but I’m slammed into the damned chair again. It doesn’t matter how much I fight, he easily pulls my hands behind me and ties them. “You wanted her, there she is,” he says to her, and I notice with at least a bit of satisfaction that he’s panting. I guess I wasn’t that easy to subdue. Nathan ’s stepmother comes toward me, her hips swaying. She sips her wine as she studies me. “You killed my husband.” I don’t bother to respond to her comment. She doesn’t care what I have to say. If she did, she would have asked me if I did it. And if so, why. All she cares about is revenge. The who, what, and why of it doesn’t matter to her. Turning to Nathan , I realize he’s not once asked me either. They’re the same. Part
“Mmm. Is it that or that you have Natalia Kane in your bed?”I stiffen, feeling my heart leap into my throat. She knows my name?“Who I have in my bed is none of your concern,” Nathan says.“It is when that whore killed your father! That’s right,” she adds, “I know it was her.”My heart isn’t just in my throat anymore. It seems to have stopped. Suddenly, my blood pressure drops and every pore in my body releases sweat.“John ” I hear Nathan murmur just as I pull away.There’s walking, the sound of heels clacking against the wood floors. “John was loyal to Gustavo and Leo . Of course he would be loyal to me as well.”“Then he’s useless to me,” he says.“You’ve known it was her for days and have done nothing about it!” she shouts.“It is at my discretion to decide what and when I will do something, Katy .”“The godfather only has power so long as the men respect him. How do you think they will react when they find out that instead of killing her, you’ve been fucking her?”My mind racin
Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until we both die.” Her eyes fly open, and for a moment, there are no walls between us. The pain, betrayal, and lust are bared fully. “Then fuck me,” she finally says. “And maybe we’ll die together.” My mouth is on hers then. I slide my fingers from her cunt and we both work savagely at getting rid of my clothes. All the while, we kiss with a passion that only the dying know. The instant I’m naked, I’m inside her, thrusting, burying my dick all the way to the balls, pulling back out, and slamming home again. Natalia is wrapped around me, arms and legs holding me tightly against her as she lifts her hips up, meeting each of my thrusts. We fuck like we’re drowning and these are our last gasping breaths. Deep and desperate. She fits me like a fucking glove, her pussy tight around my dick, her body molding to mine perfectly. The way she tastes, smells, feels… It all fits me like no one else ever has, and for the briefest of moments, I almost wish I’d neve
I flip it open and freeze, focused intensely on the drawing of a pair of eyes.Myeyes. Only, they’re not the way I’m accustomed to seeing them. They have the same shape, same dark spots on the irises. There’s a deep crease between them. But in the drawing, they’re slightly upturned and crinkled at the edges, and there’s a slight gleam to them, as if I’m smiling.Because I was.Several times, she called my name, grinning so widely when I looked at her that I couldn’t help but smile. She captured those moments.Does light penetrate shadows, or do the shadows drown out the light?I asked that question not long ago. The answer is both. She’s managed to light up my eyes while I’ve filled hers with darkness.Blowing out a breath full of exhaustion, I set the sketch aside. Tired, I shut my lids and must drift off instantly, because a bolt of lightning that rumbles even through the sound barriers I’ve erected around the loft wakes me. Instantly, I glance at the door.Though she has access to w