[Kendall]I lean against the doorjamb, watching him. “So, do you think you could get me Alberto’s number? We could text,” I say dryly, and Camden's shoulders stiffen.“You can get it from Elora ,” he barks, and I chuckle but there’s no mirth in it.“All right. Guess I’ll call her tomorrow.”Camden turns to look at me, his sea-green eyes intense. “You’re not really going to get his number,” he says, like it isn’t a question.I shrug. “I think I’m finally realizing what I’ve been missing out on. You never know what I might do. I’m thinking I should strive to be more like my best friend – more...impulsive.”“You’re just trying to piss me off,” he growls, stalking toward me, and I don’t back away, looking up at him defiantly.“You want me to be yours, Camden?”He looks away briefly and then back at me. “I didn’t say that.”“But you don’t want me to be his? Make up your mind, would you?”Camden's hand goes around my throat, not gentle but not so hard that I’m afraid. My breath hitches in a
CamdenI wake up again with a violent hangover and hate myself for drinking so much. I hate myself for what I said to Kendall, too, how roughly I made love to her. She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, but it was like I was possessed. I’d felt like I needed to own her, like I needed to show everyone how she's mine.She’s carrying my baby, for god’s sake, how can she not be mine?So, there’s this part of me that feels like she is, that doesn’t want another man touching her, but there’s this part of me that wants to go back to my old life. That wants to go back to fucking three women a week, to not knowing any of their names the next week.That’s the life I’ve always lived. My safe life. A life without risk. Without hurt. And I can’t imagine living any other way.Or, rather, I couldn’t. Now I can easily imagine living with a beautiful woman who smiles at me, her hair mussed from sex first thing in the morning. That’s the problem. Now I know there’s another way, but I don’t know ho
[Kendall]I know that I have to keep my distance from Camden. He doesn’t want me. He wants to be part of the baby’s life, but he doesn’t want to be a part of my life, and I have to learn to deal with that. I have to be a part of his life for the next eighteen years but without him actually being part of my life. He’s not willing to change his lifestyle. He’s not willing to let himself fall in love. Not that I’m a prize or anything, but I’m worthy of love in my life. I’m worthy a man who will put me first, and that’s clearly not Camden.It hurts like hell, but there’s nothing I can do about it. All I can do is keep myself protected, keep my heart safe. Or at least as safe as a broken heart can be. I have to at least keep it from shattering completely. I have to keep a little bit of it, so that I may in time heal and have something to give of myself when the right man comes. Because above all, I have to hope that the right man is out there and will come eventually, since it can’t be
Kendal“You don’t have to do anything,” I insist. “You can be as involved or uninvolved as you want to be.”“Of course I want to be involved!” he barks. “That’s my child you’re carrying.”I shrug. “Well, that’s up to you.”“I have a life to live, you know,” Camden says. “It’s not like I want to throw everything away just because—”“Just because you knocked me up?” I accuse, anger rising up in me. The food arrives and I take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.“Don’t be like that, Kendall,” Camden says, his voice calm. “We’ll figure something out.”“You’re right. We’ll figure out custody when the baby is born,” I say. “Until then, you don’t have to do anything.”“I want to go to appointments,” Camden insists. “I want to be involved in the pregnancy.”“Like I said, that’s up to you, Camden.” I pick at my fries, still feeling a little nauseous.We don’t talk for the rest of the meal, and when we get back into the car, I pretend to be dozing against the window because I’m fighting
CamdenIt’s nearing dusk by the time Kendall wakes up and she and Elora come down for dinner. I want to grab Kendall’s arm, pull her aside and talk to her, but what would I even say? It’s not like I’m willing to give up everything to be with her.Am I?My chest feels tight every time I think of her not being around. Worse still, the idea of us not being exclusive means that she might start seeing someone else, and that makes my stomach roll.I’m just territorial. It doesn’t mean anything. I care about her, sure, we’ve been through a lot together, but it’s not love.I don’t fall in love.Dante and I have a couple of drinks before dinner and he catches me up on the search for Marco.“He’s underground,” he says. “So far underground that even my toughest men don’t like to go looking for him.”I know that means he’s staying with men who don’t care if they live or die.“And the rest of his family?” I ask.“They’ve given up,” Dante says. “I’ve spoken to his brother and he doesn’t want this
Camden Carlo scoffs. “Some businessman in Chicago happened to her when she was on a trip out there. They ran away together. But I have to admit it was at least half my fault.”“How’s that?” I ask. I don’t know very much about Kendall’s home life, and I can’t help being curious. I want to know more about her, and I tell myself it’s because she’s the mother of my child.Carlo shrugs. “I took her for granted. Ran around on her, didn’t care which mistresses I rubbed in her face. I got too caught up in the wiseguy lifestyle, you know?”I swallow hard. This is beginning to sound really familiar.“But she left you for another man. Aren’t you bitter?”Carlo looks at me for a long moment. “I’m not bitter that she left me for someone else.” He pauses. “I’m bitter that she left Kendall. That little girl didn’t deserve to lose her mother.”I promise myself in that moment that I will never leave my child like that. No matter what happens between me and Kendall, I will be part of that child’s life
KendallI soak in the bath for the longest time, hoping that it will make me feel better. I managed to eat half my plate for dinner, which is progress since I’ve barely been keeping anything down. I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy or just because I feel so upset.I miss Camden, miss being around him and sleeping next to him, and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s not like I can easily forgive him or go back to being in a physical relationship with him.That won’t work, will it? I wish that I could maintain a relationship with him, at least a casual one, but that’s not me. I can’t handle him seeing other women, and clearly he’s not ready to give up that part of his life. I wish he saw me as worthy, but he doesn’t so I really have to let go.I’m just finishing getting dressed for bed when someone knocks softly on my door.My heart leaps into my throat, hoping that it’s Camden, but instead it’s a different pair of green eyes at my door: Elora .“Hey, you,” she says softly. “Haven’t
Kendall “Because I knew that you would act like this! I knew that you’d hate it,” I try to explain, taking in deep breaths and feeling dizzy. I don’t want to lose her friendship but I also want to stand up for myself. I want to stand up for Camden.“Camden is going to break your heart, honey,” Elora says softly. “That’s why I don’t want you with him.”He already did, I think, but I don’t say it, gritting my teeth and fighting back tears.“That’s my problem.” I sigh. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I say finally, my voice shaking. “But I have a right to be happy, and I want this baby.”Elora looks at me for a long moment and then stalks out of the door, shutting it behind her. I sigh again. Elora can be a bit of a brat, but I hope that she comes around. After all, I want her to be the aunt this baby deserves.I try to calm down, taking deep breaths, and then I follow her out into the hallway. She’s not there, but I hear yelling coming from Camden's room and I roll my eyes.I d
[Kendall]After we’re home, our baby finds his voice and screams the night away, but just when I think I’m getting to my breaking point, Camden's there.“I’ll take him for a while,” he says, pulling our son out of my arms.I run a hand through my mussed hair, exhausted. “He was crying all night,” I say.“Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks, frowning.“You looked so peaceful,” I tell him. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”Camden snorts. “Disturb me next time, principessa. I’m his father. I can do a lot of the work.”I look at him, disbelieving. I can’t believe he’s so involved when at first, I didn’t even know if he’d stick around even if he said he would.“I’m exhausted,” I admit. “And there’s baby vomit in my hair and I’m pretty sure his diaper is full of the most heinous thing you’ve ever smelled.”Camden barks out a surprised laugh. “I’m interested in where this is going.”“But I’m so happy, Camden,” I said, tears running down my face. “I’ve never been so happy in all my life. I didn’t
KendallThe day of the wedding and everything goes wrong.It’s raining and Elora is late and I don’t know if I can go through with this.She finally shows up and her hair looks mussed and I groan.“I know you’ve got a man, you should just tell me,” I say, and she laughs.“Absolutely not. I just overslept. I’ve been single and with me, myself, and I,” she insists. “I’m so sorry, Kendall.”I haven’t seen Camden in three days and I miss him so much. We’ve been living together but I’ve been staying with my father for the last two days according to tradition.“I feel like I’m too pregnant for this dress,” I say.“You look beautiful. Camden is going to lose it the second he sees you,” she insists.°•°•°•°•°•°•°True to her words, when I walk down the aisle with Papa, Camden has a tear running down his cheek.“This dress is perfect, you are perfect,” he murmurs to me, and it reminds me of that first night, the first night he really noticed me in that dress, and I can’t help but smile, happ
Camden“If you really want to get married…” I start, but Kendall cuts me off.“I don’t care about that,” she says. “I just need to know that this isn’t drugs, so tell me all of this again when you’re off them,” she says.I sigh shallowly so that I don’t hurt myself. “It’ll be a while before I’m off all of them.”“I can wait,” she says stubbornly.So, we wait. We wait until I’m out of the hospital and then she goes to her first ultrasound and tears well in my eyes when I see pictures of the little peanut.Kendall moves in with the help of Dante and Elora and sets up my bed in the living room so that I don’t have to go upstairs. We’re sitting in the doctor’s office at her five month appointment. She’s been living with me and taking care of me all this time, even though I’m getting better now.“Can I tell you now that I love you?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.“You’re still taking pills,” she argues.I groan. “Kendall, this is getting ridiculous. You live here. You take care of m
KendallElora and I both are ordered to go home and we sleep in the same bed in my guest room, cuddled up together. We’ve been through a lot and we need that best friend comfort.When I wake, I immediately sit straight up in bed, thinking about Camden.“I have to get back to the hospital,” I mumble, and Elora yawns, grabbing my shoulder so I can’t get up.“Not yet,” she says. “You need to eat something. Have to feed that nephew of mine.”I chuckle in spite of everything. “You think it’s a boy?”“Just a hunch,” she says.“I guess we’ll see,” I say, rubbing a hand over my belly. “But shouldn’t we check on Camden?”“Mama’s up there with him now,” she says. “You don’t have to worry, she’ll call me if he sneezes.”I laugh a little. “All right. I guess I’ll eat.”My stomach feels like there’s a void in it, so I guess it’s a good idea.We walk downstairs and Marisa has made a spread that’s unbelievable.Mia is shoveling food in her face and she looks up at us and smiles.“Please sit. Maris
CamdenThe doctor comes in and I’m irritated, moving around.“Mr. Andretti, you have to stay still,” the doctor pleads. “You have tubes in your chest and they can’t be moved.”“He’s in pain,” Kendall says, seeing something on my face.“No,” I say. “I don’t want any drugs.”Kendall’s face is pleading with me. “Please, Camden. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”I sigh heavily and then groan because it hurts in my chest so much.“All right,” I croak, and the nurse puts a button in my hand.“Press this button,” she says, and when I do, something warm and relieving washes through me and my whole body relaxes. I feel myself drifting away.“Kendall,” I say, my words slurred. “Tell me that you know I love you.”“Sure,” she says, but I know that she doesn’t believe me.I struggle to say more but I can’t, I’m fading.“Camden,” she says quietly. “I—”But then I’m gone.°•°•°•°•°•°•°When I wake, Kendall isn’t in the room with me but I can still hear someone sobbing. When I turn my face, it’s El
CamdenI dream of Kendall. I dream of her with her eyes puffy from sleep, with her nightie bunched up, how she writhes beneath me. I dream of her in that little bikini she wore at the safe house, looking up at me with wide brown eyes.I remember hitting Marco, beating him so thoroughly that his face was unrecognizable. I remember Angelo’s pale, drawn face as I looked up at him. I don’t remember being hurt. I don’t know where I am when I open my eyes, looking up at the ceiling.“Camden?” someone says, some sweet voice that I know deep in my heart, and I look over to see Kendall staring at me with wide brown eyes. “Oh my god, he’s waking up,” she chokes, and I reach out for her and there’s a stab of pain in my chest that makes my breath hitch in my throat.“Principessa,” I choke out, but my mouth is so dry that I can’t make more words. I clear my throat, and as if reading my mind, Kendall brings me a glass of water with a straw.I sip it gratefully. “What happened?” I croak.“You were
Kendall I come to with Mia holding these awful smelling salts beneath my nose.“Camden,” I gasp, sitting up, and Mia struggles to her feet. She’s too pregnant to move quickly, but she does the best she can helping me up.“Go slow,” she warns, but her face is pale and I know something is wrong. I’m trying to remember what it is but passing out has made me so dizzy and fuzzy...Camden.I rush into the living room and Camden's on the couch, absolutely covered in blood. Dante and Angelo both have their hands on his back, holding pressure, and Jimmy Sawbones, the doctor to all the famiglia in the area, has just come in the door, rushing to the living room.I just stare at him, knowing that I’ll get in the way if I go over there.“Did you see the wound?” I ask Mia, and she slowly nods.“It’s bad, isn’t it?” I whisper.“It’s bad,” she agrees, and I feel faint again but I manage to keep consciousness, tears streaming down my face.“I can’t fix this,” Jimmy says almost immediately. “We have t
KendallAs soon as Camden leaves, I run upstairs to Elora’s room, banging wildly on the door.She comes to the door with her hair mussed and her eyes squinted since she hasn’t put in her contacts yet, glaring at me.“It’s seven in the goddamn morning, Kendall,” she complains, but then she sees the look on my face and stills. “What happened?”“Camden just left,” I babble. “He went after Marco.”Her green eyes widen. “Oh no, he fucking didn’t,” she curses, walking past me and running almost right into Dante. “How could you let him leave?”Dante shrugs. “I’m not his keeper.”“Don’t give me that,” she hisses. “You know going after Marco right now is suicide—”“Don’t claim to tell me what I know, Elora Andretti,” Dante says in a low voice, channeling his capo attitude, and I swallow hard.I don’t want Elora to get into trouble.“We’re just worried,” I explain, and Dante’s face softens.“I know, but you both know that Camden does what he wants. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to.”
CamdenI swing by and pick up Angelo and he whistles when I open the duffel bag and show him the contents.“I’m keeping that automatic,” he says, and I snort out a laugh.“I figured.”“You don’t even have to pay me for this,” Angelo continues, hopping in the car as I shut the trunk. “I’ve been wanting to get rid of Marco Barone ever since he hit on my girlfriend.”I raise an eyebrow as I get in the car. “You don’t have a girlfriend.”“Not anymore,” he says mysteriously, and I don’t ask questions because Angelo wouldn’t tell me anyway. He keeps his personal life to himself, and I don’t blame him. In this lifestyle, it’s better to keep your mouth shut.We travel to the worst parts of the city, checking out the closest warehouse first. I’m pretty sure it’s not the one because it seems like a ghost town, and sure enough, there’s nothing but rats and mold in there.“How many of these are there?” Angelo complains.“Just three,” I answer.“Three?” he whines, always impatient, and I chuckle.