[Aldo]By the time we pull into the motel that night, we’ve had many hundreds of miles roll by under our tires. We’re in Virginia, having crossed all of North Carolina in one day, I am fucking exhausted from driving and being on edge.I still haven’t told Dawn about the note.Or the men.Or the fact that I did all that because of how I felt about her.Then I curse Andre again. Why the hell hasn’t he picked up all day?Dawn’s in our room having a shower while I check on the van, and I use it as an excuse to call Andre. He has not answered or replied to any of my texts. Not that I’ve outright asked him what business he’s been up to with the Russians, but he’s never been so slow to reply to anything. My paranoia over the last few days has put me over the edge.And for some reason I keep not telling Dawn. Why? What would it solve? I’d just be lumping the worry onto her, and she’s had enough of her brother. Am I using that as an excuse to not anger her again? Around and around in circl
[Aldo]Where’s Dawn? The van? Are the men here? But it’s none of that. Dawn is standing over me, grinning, a wicked sparkle in her eye. She’s just locked my hands to the bed. “I understand that today was a tiring day for you. And the one before.” Her voice is low, husky, dripping with mischief. She moves around me, her finger trailing along my body, slow and deliberate. That finger traces down my t-shirt, grazing my abs before sliding over the waistband of my jeans. She gets to the end of the bed and pulls off my boots with an almost teasing slowness, like she’s savoring every second of control she has over me. Then, just as leisurely, she lets her finger travel back up the other side of my body. “And since our first night together, the urge has only gotten stronger between us. Even if you’ve been naughty since.” My breath hitches as her touch sends a shiver down my spine. My mind is spinning, still slightly on edge, unsure if I’m being attacked or seduced. But my dick? He
[Aldo]Then her mouth is on me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head in slow, torturous circles. Her hand strokes my shaft while she sucks, her other hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. “Fuck, Dawn,” I groan, my head pressing back against the headboard. She releases me with a pop, her lips slick and shiny. “Not yet, Aldo,” she whispers, her voice like honeyed sin. She climbs onto the bed, straddling me. Her heat is so close, I can feel it. She lines herself up and sinks down onto me in one slow, deliberate motion. “Holy shit,” I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily. Dawn moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to move, grinding her hips in slow, circular motions that have me biting my lip to keep from losing it. “You like that?” she asks, her voice low and breathy. “You know I do,” I growl. She smirks, leaning down to bite my lip again. “Then be a good boy and don’t come until I say.” And Cristo, I don’t know if I can, not with
[Dawn]In the longest road trip I’ve taken since I was a kid, I feel like I’ve barely said half as much as I did back then. The silence between us is almost suffocating, heavy like the humidity of a storm that refuses to break.After our night of sex, Aldo is still paranoid and awkward on the road. Even after we talked to his parents and Luca. It’s like every time we get in the car, he transforms into someone else—someone distant, locked inside his head. I’ve tried everything: talking, not talking, even sharing pieces of myself I’d kept buried for years. But nothing sticks.The rumble of the engine vibrates through the floor, filling the space between us. Outside, the highway stretches endlessly, a ribbon of gray under a pale, washed-out sky. The monotony of the road mirrors the emptiness I feel when I glance at Aldo, his profile hard and unreadable.I know he’s not telling me something, and it eats at me. The tension coils in my chest like a spring, tightening with every mile.For
[Dawn]Aldo is searching his mind for the correct response. He can see my neck bulging and my temple flashing with a pulsing vein. My anger is a live wire, crackling through the confined space of the car. I’ve gone from zero to one hundred over my damn brother, and my frustration is practically vibrating off me.That’s when the car horn blares.And another.A car veers sharply into our lane.Aldo slams on the brakes, and the force yanks me forward in my seat. The seatbelt digs into my chest as I instinctively grab at the dash, my fingers clawing for stability. My heart rockets into my throat.Then Aldo swerves hard left, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the van swings violently to the side. I see it clearly now—them.It’s the men from the car!The Russians Aldo’s been paranoid about. They’re grinning, laughing like this is all a game to them. My stomach twists in a cold knot as they swing back across, aiming straight for us again.“Shit,” Aldo spits, his voice tight with fu
[Aldo]My blood is still pumping even as we drive down to the docks twenty minutes later. My flesh is crawling around my body, and I’ve barely said a peep since we joined with the Colombino’s. Neither of us have. The last attempt was close.Really fucking close.All I’ve been thinking about is, what the fuck has Andre been up to? What is he not telling me? I’m chewing my damn lip off thinking about it! I follow the other cars on autopilot. But soon we’re down among the old brick warehouses of Brooklyn and headed near the old Navy yard. There’s scrap metal everywhere, and I can practically feel the grease in the air. Dawn is staring out the window, she looks troubled too.I shouldn’t have let the thing about her brother slip…“It was fucking close, hey?” I say, hoping to dissipate the air.Dawn just nods.“Those bastards, though. I just can’t think why the Kumairns would be doing this? Like, is it a Russian thing?” Again, Dawn’s reaction is minimal. She just shrugs this time, and I
[Aldo]“Me neither,” Dawn says out of the side of her mouth. “There’s something they’re not telling us. Something they know.”We both share a look of caution toward one another. Are we in the depths of a trap? Could this all be a move to force Luca’s hand? The thought suddenly strikes me and scares the shit out of me. What if that’s the whole point? What if the other Russians were trying to warn us?My mind goes into overdrive as I come to a stop in front of the group. I can instantly see who Sergei is. He’s a wolf of a man. Standing over six feet, thick gray hair and a beard, all groomed, and a suit that barely stretches across his barrel chest. He’s sixty-five but looks like he’d put me in the ground with ease. He’s covered in tattoos.We share one last look and get out. I immediately slide open the rear van door and grab our things. When I come back, I catch a glimpse of Leandro’s father, Nicholas Colombino, the biggest Don of them all. Luca even answers him. He’s the same age as
[Dawn]I should have known that Sophie would plan something like this. I should have expected it when she decided to ship us up to New York. Of course she would’ve planned a little dinner like this. Of course she knew we would’ve had to reschedule the tickets. The more and more that this trip has gone ahead, the more I’ve sensed Sophie’s touch on everything. Hell, I’m surprised that she didn’t organize the Russians…I’m sitting in a seat waiting for Aldo. We’ve just finished our meal at the rooftop restaurant of our hotel. Sophie, as it turns out, had made a booking at a super fancy restaurant for us.More than that, she’d shipped a suit and dress for both of us to wear on a date. She was playing cupid and enjoying it.And I had to admit, I was enjoying it too.Aldo looked damn hot in his suit, and I felt pretty beautiful in my dress. The little note attached from Sophie told me she’d designed it especially for me to wear.Aldo comes back from the toilet and puts a hand out for me.
EpilogueSadie – One Year LaterI gazed down at my baby, my son, in absolute wonder. My heart swelled in my chest with so much love, I thought it would burst. I was exhausted, and my whole body hurt, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was my little boy, that he was healthy and whole.“Are you feeling up to visitors?” the nurse attending to me asked in a soft voice, careful as to not disturb my sleeping baby.I smiled at her and nodded. “I am.”“I’ll let them in, then,” she replied with a grin.Turning, she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her. I turned my gaze back down to my little boy and couldn’t help the smile that curled my lips.He was so beautiful. Tiny and pink and perfect.I couldn’t wait for his daddy and sister to meet him.At that moment, the door to my room opened back up, and the nurse returned with Cyrus and Megan in tow. Cyrus had been with me during the labor, but had gone out to wait with Megan while the baby was cleaned up so he could bring h
CyrusThe silence stretched between us for several long moments, and with each second that passed, I grew more and more nervous that she was going to say no.Her expression flickered between so many emotions so quickly, I couldn’t fully decipher what she was thinking.At length, she slowly said, “Are…are you asking me to marry you because you genuinely love me and want to…or are you just afraid of losing me after everything that happened with Ralph?”“Oh, baby, no,” I assured her with a firm shake of my head. “I love you with my entire being, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to raise Megan together and be a family. I swear to you, this has nothing to do with Ralph.”I held her gaze, praying she believed me. I was ready to do whatever I had to in order to convince her I was being entirely serious.To my complete relief, though, her lips curled into a smile, and she blurted, “Yes! Yes, Cyrus, I’ll marry you!”I surged to my feet, pulling her from her chair. Wr
Sadie It was hard to break that bond between a child and parent, and no matter what Ralph did, I think there would always be a part of Megan that wanted that connection with him.“I hope so,” Cyrus told her. “He’s going to try. That’s what’s important.”Megan regarded him a long moment before saying, “I’m glad he’s going to try.”Cyrus smiled softly. “Me, too. I promise you, Megan, I’m going to take care of you and protect you no matter what. Okay?”The corners of her lips curled up at that. “Okay. I love you, Uncle Cyrus.”“I love you, too, Megan,” he replied. Then, he looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. My heart swelled, and I fell even more in love with him at that moment. I wanted to explain my feelings to him in more depth, but we needed to talk away from Megan. I didn’t want to confuse her even more as Cyrus and I tried to figure out the stuff between us.“All right, is there anything else you want to talk about?” Cyrus asked, turning back to Megan.She blin
SadieA week after Ralph’s arrest, things finally felt as though they were getting back to normal. Ralph was charged with breaking the restraining order. True to his word, Cyrus didn’t press any other charges. Ralph would spend a little time in jail before his trial, and then, it was up to the courts to decide his fate.I didn’t worry about him, though. I focused on Megan and helping her overcome the latest trauma she’d been through. I hated that she’d gone through so much at such a young age. It wasn’t fair. She deserved so much better. I wanted to make it my mission in life to make up for all that she’d suffered. I wanted all this mess with Ralph to fade into distant memories for her. I wanted her to be happy. More than anything else in the world, I wanted her to just be a normal, six-year-old girl.We were out on the terrace one day, coloring, when she looked up at me and asked, “Sadie? Is my daddy gone forever?”I frowned at her and replied, “What do you mean, sweetie?”She hesita
Ralph stared at me. I could tell he wanted to argue.I waited for him to say something, anything, that I could use to shut down any chance he had left of getting close to Megan.To my surprise, though, he reluctantly nodded. “All right…all right. I’ll…I’ll do what you say. So long as you promise you won’t stand in Megan’s way if she wants to see me someday.”I regarded him a long moment before releasing a long sigh. “I promise. I won’t stand in her way. And I promise that I will take excellent care of her.”Ralph dropped his head, looking defeated.“I know you will,” he whispered.At that moment, I heard Sadie rushing back to us.“The cops are on their way,” she gasped when she reached me. She looked between me and Ralph and then gave me a relieved smile. “I’m glad to see everyone is still in one piece.”“Barely,” I grumbled.She wrapped her arm around mine and hugged it.“Thank you,” she whispered.I smiled down at her, but I then caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning
CyrusI was at the very end of my control. My temper was about to snap. I kept reminding myself of Sadie’s words. Of my promise to her, but it was getting damn difficult to hold myself back. Ralph would just not give up. He kept pushing and pushing, bringing up Kate’s name and claiming Megan as his.It was infuriating. He kept saying he was a changed man, but he wasn’t taking responsibility for what he’d done. He wasn’t owning the fact that Kate wouldn’t have driven off the road that day if he hadn’t chased after her. I didn’t care that it was an accident. I didn’t care that he thought he loved her.In the end, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because Kate was still gone. And she was gone because of him.“You know what, Cyrus?” Ralph growled. “You think you’re so high and mighty. You think you’re so much better than I am, but the truth is, you failed Kate just as much as I did.”My whole body went cold. “What the hell are you saying?”Ralph had the gall to glare at me. “If you thou
I couldn’t comprehend that. It made no sense.“How could you claim to love her and yet hurt her as much as you did?” I asked in a soft, cold voice. “How could you love her, but you put your hands on her? Hit her and scare her? Manipulate her, so she remained submissive and broken?”“I was messed up,” he answered in a pathetic tone. “I know I was. I know what I did to Kate was wrong. If I could go back and redo everything, I would. I’d love her the way she deserved to be loved. I wouldn’t lay a hand on her, and I’d do everything I could to make her happy. There is nothing I want more than the chance to undo all that I did, but I can’t. It’s too late for me to make things right with Kate, but it’s not too late for me to make things right with Megan!”I stared down at him, debating whether or not I believed him. To be honest, he did seem to be truly remorseful. I didn’t think anyone could truly fake this kind of emotion.Still, just b
CyrusI waited until Sadie and Megan were out of the maze and out of sight before I turned back to Ralph. He hadn’t moved, which was smart of him. If he’d tried to go after them, things would have gotten bloody. I didn’t want to break my promise to Sadie, though. She’d been right about needing to keep my temper in check and not attack Ralph. I couldn’t risk Megan’s wellbeing or her placement with me.I also didn’t want Sadie to look at me like I was a monster. I didn’t want to disappoint her. She was counting on me to take care of this matter and protect our…family.Our family.I couldn’t believe she’d said that. It made my chest swell with eagerness, pride, and hope. She wanted us all to be together. She was staking her claim on me and Megan, and it made me happier than I could have imagined. However, that happiness was overshadowed by my anger toward Ralph, who appeared as the only remaining obstacle in the way of the happy and whole life that I knew I could have with Sadie and Mega
CyrusIt felt like an eternity before I reached the estate. Ralph had several hours of a head start, at least, and Sadie wasn’t answering her phone.“Pick up, damn it,” I said, clenching my phone so hard I was surprised I didn’t crack it. “Why aren’t you answering?”I tried one more time, but still, she didn’t pick up.A million thoughts were running through my head, and none of them were good. I couldn’t stop imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios. I was growing more and more afraid that I was going to be too late. What would Ralph do to them if he got to them first? I didn’t want to believe that he’d actually hurt Megan, but Sadie? Ralph had no reason not to hurt her if he thought she was in his way.When I finally reached the estate, I was in a state of utter panic. I sped up the driveway and came to a screeching stop in front of the house. Throwing open the car door, I bolted to the front door and burst into the house.“Sadie!” I called out. “Megan?”When there was no answer, I