“Ah, here it is.”
As soon as I got home, I scoured every ledger and note that I could find that could even be remotely associated with the island my father bought.
Carefully, I take pictures of each note and compile them into one file, before forwarding them to Gavin. His reply is almost instant.
‘Got this. Thanks, let me do some digging first. I’ll get back to you soon.’
‘Thank you, and be safe.’
For the first time in a
“How fucking dare you!” Those are the last words I hear before the fear starts to consume me as Richard, the Dick, lunges for me. Sure, Adeline and I have been training to defeat opponents bigger than me, but we’ve never put it into practice. I raise my hands to my face in a defensive position, knowing I’m going to lose, but at least I won’t lose by surrendering, not with all these people watching. I wait for the blows to come. But they never do. Before Dick could even touch me, two of Dante’s soldiers, one of them being Pat—I never knew he’d been here—an
“Forgive yourself?” I’ve been repeating that throughout the night and throughout the day, but I still can’t shake the disgust pooling in the pit of my stomach. Not feeling any remorse for shooting an unarmed man, maybe I am a bully, or maybe the mafia life is rubbing off on me. Regardless, I need to file this away. I need to focus. ~~~ “So did you find anything?” I ask Gavin the moment he picked up my call. “Uh, hello to you too.”
“Can you just tell me who you really are?” The question surprises even me, I didn’t even consider Gavin’s position. He has his reasons why he keeps his identity hidden. He must think I’m acting like a spoiled child, but the desire to know the truth overpowers my shame. Gavin is silent and with each passing second, my irritation grows. I need to know if I can trust him with more than just my family’s secrets. I need to know if I can trust him with myself. During the days we’ve spent together, we’ve grown closer and it may be too shameful to admit having these feelings for someone I barely know, but Gavin makes me think of a future, something I haven’t really thought about for a while. All I had waiting for me was revenge and
“Really? That’s great. Good luck.” That’s it? Well, that’s disappointing. I kind of expected to get more of a reaction from Dante after knowing I’d met someone who can help me figure out my father’s dealings, and possibly help me after this is all over. I mean, I know he’s busy with keeping the family safe, but I thought that maybe he’d be a little bit concerned about who I talk to. But instead, he just pulls himself further and further away from me. He’s been distant lately, and I know I did nothing wrong for him to ignore me. I thought we were finally making progress with whatever relationship we had, but that progress goes down the drain. “Oh, thanks a lot,” I say, still having a hard time
He smirks, “Hands up.” This is when I really take him in. Dante has prepared for this. He’s changed out of his usual business attire for something more comfortable. “Isn’t this a bit unfair? I ask, but I hop on my feet anyway, excited for the chance to show off what I’ve learned. “I feel like a level two- character jumping to the last boss. Aren’t I supposed to fight the minions first?” “Enough complaining. Get into position.” But there’s an amused glint in his eyes despite the hardness of his voice. I follow him, matching his stance just as how I practiced for weeks. I’m nervous but surprisingly, the rush I feel is familiar, it’s welcome and I feel myself get pumped up.
The night is dark and cold when we finally set out. I turn to Dante, talking with Luca in hushed voices. The estate is so quiet it’s almost eerie, but the tension in the air is palpable. My heart pounds in my chest with each passing moment. The garage doors open and I watch Dante’s men file in one by one into their designated vehicles. “It’s almost time to go.” I hadn’t even noticed Dante making his way toward me. “You’re on the fourth car out, I’m in the second. Don’t be too worried, okay?” He must have noticed the fear in my eyes. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
“You’re hurt.” I manage to sob out in between sniffles. I feel strong hands circle my upper arms, practically dragging me away from Dante. We file into the car carefully to not jostle their injuries. It’s a tight fit with two men in the back, and Adeline, Dante, and I occupying the middle seat but we made it work. “How did this happen?” I ask once we’re settled in and the car’s moving again. I’m seated in the middle with Dante to my left and Luca to my right. I can’t help but stare at Dante’s wounded leg. Luca straightens up and turns to me from the passe
“We’re here,” Daveed announces as we pull up the garage. Adeline’s the first one out, stepping around the car to help Dante out along with Luca. To be honest, when I’d first heard the word safehouse, I’d expected a beatdown, haphazardly patched-up house, but what stands before me is the most beautiful seaside mansion. It’s still dark, but the dark brown panels are a beautiful complement to the large glass windows. “It’s chilly, we better get inside.” Adeline walks past me to open the front doors as I turn around and see Dante leaning heavily against Daveed and Luca. “I’m fine, Jean,” he says as if reading my mind. “Get inside.” The mansion is even
12 YEARS LATER. “Come on! We’re going to miss it! Hurry, Papa!” “Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” The man hastens after his daughter, weaving through a small crowd of people that had just arrived, same as them. The young girl complains, “We promised Lily we’d be on time—there!” she points to the entrance of the auditorium. “Lily!” Lily waves back frantically at her sister. “You made it, Rose!” Lily replies running up the remainder of the distance between them. “You missed the opening ceremony but the displays are out. Come on!” The twins leave their father behind, opting to rush inside the auditorium that was converted into a small gallery to display the artworks created by the students of the summer art program. The auditorium is large for a school with a population of only a few hundred, but the family decided that a private school was best for their kids. “Ah, you’ve finally arrived,” Jean greets her husband as he strides toward her. She looks as beautiful as ever with her
Jean“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asks when he notices the tear that escapes my eye. “I won’t have tears for our reunion, love.”I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to stain my cheeks and pull away from the man I used to call my husband.With my head still spinning, I manage to get out of work immediately with the promise that I would close the deal with the mysterious art donor.Dante—or rather, Gavin and I find ourselves behind the safety of my apartment doors soon enough.“Now,” I order just as the doors close behind us. “Explain yourself.”Gavin quirks an eyebrow at me, “Quite a warm welcome, love.” I sense the sarcasm in his voice which makes me roll my eyes at him.“When you explain yourself, I might reconsider.”“Why are you mad at me?” he asks almost in disbelief. “When everything I did, I did for you.”“For me?” I scoff loudly, returning the same energy and disbelief. “You left me alone for two years! Even when I asked you to come—” then shaking my he
JeanI think it’s been three days since I learned about Dante’s death. Three days that I’ve stayed home, calling in sick for work because there’s no way I can hold myself together in public when I burst into tears every hour or so.It’s been three days since my world shattered.The television has been playing on the same news channel the whole time with me waiting for any developments. I dove into the deeper parts of the internet, looking for any information but there is none to be found.“This is it, huh?” I whisper to myself, clinging onto the fleece blanket wrapped around me as I stare out the window. The heavy rain doesn’t help my mood at all, but it gives me comfort that the sky weeps for my loss too.I go to sleep that night feeling a blackhole-sized void in my heart.~~~The next morning, I woke up with several texts from the gallery asking me to come back to work. I’ve informed them that I couldn’t come but it must be an emergency if even my head supervisor is leaving me voic
JeanI don’t remember the bar being this stuffy, but I somehow find myself suffocating in the middle of a conversation with my colleagues. And suddenly the black dress I’m wearing is too short and too tight on my body.I shouldn’t have come tonight. It’s a full night at the club, and it doesn’t take long before I request to move to a private room. I’m met with various curious and lust-filled looks but I ignore them. Parisians know how to party, and oftentimes those parties involve more than just drinking and dancing, there’s always something more.I’m sure my colleagues assumed I was asking for more, but I simply needed to get away from the crowd.Lara invited way too many strangers, but I figured this party was more for them than it was for my work anniversary. But I go along with it. I’ll just have to find an excuse to leave a bit earlier than the rest of them.“Jean, why aren’t you dancing?” Lara pipes up hugging me from behind. I chuckle softly, she’s already buzzed. “Ditch these
Jean I fumble with my coat as I reach for my phone in my purse. The rain hasn’t let up once since December rolled in. I would have preferred to stay in the office today, but the statement for Bianca’s tuition came in my email last night.I tried to call her, but Bianca’s phone seems to be turned off and I went straight to voice mail.“Hey, Bub. I’m on my way to the bank now to pay for your tuition and other fees. Let me know if you need anything else— Oh! And as usual, do you want me to release your trust yet or not? That’s all bye! Call me back!”The answer has always been the same. Bianca doesn’t want to touch the money our parents left us until she was making her own. And I took it upon myself to pay for her education despite her protests.But I still figured I’d ask her every four months or so. Bianca was sustaining herself by working part-time and getting free lessons by volunteering for every camp and workshop. But she grew up sheltered and pampered. As her big sister, I still
DanteIn the end, Jean leaves like a thief in the night. She left no note except for the signed divorce papers on top of the living room center table. I watch from the balcony as Jean shoulders a small carry-on bag with only her essentials. Despite the thundering protests I feel stirring in my chest, I know that tonight is the night I lose her. From the corner of my eye, I spot a few men with guns trained at her, ready to fire at my command. Their previous orders were to not allow Jean out of their sight, which includes having to injure her if she gets taken away by enemies again. But this time is different.Luca stands beside me, watching the same scene unfold. “Dante, are you sure about letting her get away?”I understand his sentiments. The amount of time, money, and effort I’d put into making her mine, only to watch her walk away in the end.And I was sure. But as I watch her walk away, I find out that letting her go is the single hardest thing I’ve done in my life.“Yes, tell m
DanteI let Jean cry in my arms. The contract was a way to keep us both tethered to each other, and now that it’s gone, there’s nothing officially tying us together. In a way, we both lost someone tonight.“What happens now?” Jean asks with the softest voice. She sniffles a bit before sitting up, but she doesn’t leave my lap.With us finally being at eye level, I can see how red Jean’s nose is, her cheeks are tinted pink as well. She’s beautiful, and I make sure to tell her just that.“Will you stay?” I ask instead, even though I know full well that Jean’s already made up her mind about this long ago.Her eyes soften as she takes me in fully. One of Jean’s hands comes up to cup my cheek, and she smiles ever so softly as she whispers my name.“Dante… I love you,” Jean starts and it’s the saddest I’ve ever heard her utter those words. I know there’s a but coming up. “I never asked for this life, and I—I don’t want any part of it.”Jean finishes talking, shaking her head from side to sid
DanteThe day I’ve been dreading has finally come. The day that I let her go.I watch Jean silently as she stares out of the wall windows. With the rain softly pattering outside, it reflects my mood perfectly. Jean looks stunning even in sleep shorts and a pullover she stole from my closet. She looks so perfect in my clothes, in my penthouse… and in my life.Suddenly the folder in my hand feels heavier than it should be.I ground myself before approaching Jean, needing to be a hundred percent sure I can handle this conversation. Because once I start, there’s no going back.“Hey,” I whisper in her ear as I wrap my arms around her from behind. Jean leans into my touch, resting her head against my shoulder.“What is it?” she asks, a frown on her face as she turns in my arms to face me. She must have noticed my agitation. “Is everything okay?” Jean reaches forward and cups my cheek.“Yeah,” I reply simply, offering her a reassuring smile—at least I tried to. “Come here for a sec.”“Dante,
JeanUpon hearing those words, I notice that Dante had made himself scarce. Now that I think about it, he didn’t enter the living room with me and Bianca. He most likely left the penthouse to talk to Noah. How do I know that? Because there is no way in hell that Dante would have allowed Bianca to travel alone right when the investigation for the Regis family is about to start.But there’s something in the air that doesn’t quite feel like home.The woman in front of me may look like my little sister, Bianca, but she’s different. The last time I saw her she still had her baby cheeks and that wanderlust look in her eyes, but now that’s all gone.Her eyes no longer hold wonder in them but wisdom that only hardship and experience can mold. Her features look more angled, more mature.It makes me wonder if I somehow look the same to her or if I’ve changed in her eyes as she has changed in mine.I smile at my sister, albeit a little sad that I missed out on an entire year of her life. My baby