Maybe he’ll choose to be in my world after the baby is born.Maybe he’ll be a good father, and there will be more days like this. Maybe we’ll be happy together. But how I can make that happen is something I’ll have to figure out.After an unhurried morning alone upstairs, Alfredo and I go downstairs, and I glare at the front door when we reach the main hall. That imposing door will only keep the world out if it remains shut.Peevishly, I wait for Sean to burst into the mansion and seek out Alfredo, as usual, for some emergency or the other. I eye the door, waiting for him to appear, holding up his phone with an urgent text. And then they’ll speak in Spanish to keep me in the dark and disappear into the office.But it doesn’t happen.Did Alfredo threaten everyone so they’d leave us alone today?Morning gives way to a serene afternoon as Alfredo and I walk toward the gardens. The garden offers no privacy with its low hedges and flower beds—there’s nothing that grows higher than one’s wa
Alfredo stops the car in a clearing near the wall that encircles the property. I didn’t realize we had driven up an incline, and when we get out of the car, the house is visible below us in the distance. A dirt trail disappears in a sea of dense foliage, waving gently in the breeze. Maybe the trail leads to the house, and I think about Eva and her secret lover.As for myself, I realize that escaping the mansion would’ve been impossible. Instead, I wonder how long I will remain after everything is done. I don’t dare mention the hidden money, not that I understand it completely.Alfredo stares at the same view; his dark hair shines more brown than black under sunlight. He stands tall, his hands on his hips and his shirt buttons undone, giving me a tantalizing peek at his chest. I don’t know why all of a sudden, I feel shy to look at him. We’ve been through a lot; I’m carrying his baby, yet I feel more timid than ever at how attractive he is. I sneak peeks as if it would be shameful to b
Alfredo, few days later.The office door flies open while I’m mid-meeting with Sean.Only one person would dare enter without knocking. Sonya tumbles through the doorway, pushing a box almost as big as her. Straining, she drags it into the room, and I quickly move to help her, leaving Sean on the couch. I glimpse a bold green and white logo emblazoned across the side of the box deluxe baby car seat and stroller.A smirking Sean looks up briefly before returning to his work. I easily take the colossal box away from Sonya and push it into the corner farthest from my desk.“Indulging in your favorite sport?” I ask her.My Aunt and sister spends so much time at the baby store, buying things for her little nephew or niece. I’m untroubled as long as she’s buying it for someone else.“I helped Charlene with her online registry.” Smiling sweetly, Sonya looks around the office. “You won’t have a place to sit when all the gifts arrive for the baby shower.”So that’s what the women have been up
Sonya flips her hair over her shoulder and asks, “Is it true you killed a man for your wife?”“Who told you this?” I ask angrily.“Charlene is as much Alvrado as I am,.” She ignores my question. “Neither one of us possesses that mentality.”“What mentality?”“That of a cold-blooded killer.” Sonya lowers her tone. “And if you keep acting like this, you will turn her into something you don’t want, like your ex Sara.”I scoff. “Charlene could never be like Sara.”But as I say it, I recall Charlene expression when she opened the box. I had expected Charlene to recoil from the contents, and for a moment, I thought she would. But something shifted, and she acted like a the Alvrado’s wife would be expected to act. She was pleased with a trophy that was worth more to her than diamonds.She acted just like Sara would.“She’s been having nightmares since that day,” I reply.“Are you surprised?” She asks back. “You gave her a box with a man’s severed finger.”I don’t respond because she’s not wr
Did you also tell her about Regina being confined to the grounds?”He nods. “Sonya didn’t understand why the girl couldn’t leave the estate with her.” He pauses. “Are you uncomfortable with your sister knowing how you treat your wife and her family?”“Careful, Sean.”“Perhaps I went too far.”In an icy-calm tone, I reply, “Perhaps.”Dad treated Mom brutally, and I swore I wouldn’t do the same to my wife, but she’s suffered nonetheless. All without knowing why. I may not have touched Charlene in anger, but mentally and emotionally, she has taken many blows.I didn’t give a shit when she was a means to an end, but now, I care.It’s funny how I was going to let go of her but now I want her more around me, I’m unsure just how much more I can put Charlene through, especially now that she’s carrying my child.I’ve tried to be open with Charlene, but I know I’m still not saying what has to be said.I motion toward the bar, and Sean joins me as I pour two glasses of Dad’s oldest scotch. We ca
“Sonya might be right,” I reply. “You don’t have to clutch everyone and everything in an iron fist. Sean is a sensible choice.”“Sean,” he mutters, but says nothing more.I’m his true wife, despite what Alfredo brother think of me, I might believe. Not the little girls who keep pulling the Alvrado’s into troubles. No longer struggling or learning from my mistakes along the way. I’ve earned my place beside Alfredo. No one could find fault with me. I feel a sense of victory for all my hard work, like I’ve been awarded a prize simply for holding on.“You look pleased with yourself,” he says, smiling, “as if you know all the answers to every question.”I lean into him, resting my chin on his strong shoulder. “Maybe I do.”Alfredo looks toward the window, and something has caught his attention. He chuckles as he watches his mom and her men hurrying under the rain with his men helping with bringing her things in.“ I should go and greet her but he stare at me for a while.“ Are you sure, yo
You won’t be smirking when I’m through.” I inch down the length of his hard body until I’m straddling his legs. I look at him hungrily, awed by the size of his erection through the thickness of his jeans.I yelp in surprise when he grips me to his chest with one hand and pushes down his jeans with the other. I look toward the door, wondering if we will be caught like two teenagers left home alone. And not really caring.“Ready?” he asks, placing me back on his hips.I nod and lift my knees above him. Slowly, I lower myself over him, and with Andrei’s steady hand on my ass, I slide my body slowly down his stiff length.His hands grasp my hips, firm and unyielding, as I straddle him, pushing my body fiercely against his with every thrust. My damp dress clings to my breast where he sucked. I can feel the heat of his body as his hands move eagerly up and down my ass. I bunch my dress up around my waist, and his hands roam over my skin, sending shocks along my flesh until he finally touche
You are beautiful,” I whisper as the heat grows between us. “I want you always.”“Thank you, Alfredo.” She giggles as if embarrassed, but the look of appreciation on her face tells me what she’s too flustered to say. Despite everything that has happened and will happen, Charlene is worth it.***The ballroom is packed full of people and furnishings; mid-modern furniture made of pale wood and decorations in bold colors fill the gaps between the lively guests. A pleasant smell of newly cut grass drifts in from open French doors as the sun sets in the sky. The room is noisy with upbeat voices and the laughter of adults and children. The chairs are littered with gift bags and tissue paper as a fast-growing pile of baby gifts—from stuffed animals to rattles, onesies, and booties—towers on a nearby table.It’s Paige baby shower and guest are in arrival, I wish we could invite people from her side but she has no one except her newly found sister and her dad who is ill. My sister and mom invi
Despite my fear, I can’t bring myself to go too far. Tears are streaming down my face as I scream uncontrollably. But no one can hear me with the hallway door shut.I keep crawling, and in the dark, my hand touches something in Alfredo's jacket … his gun.And it’s enough for me to make a split-second decision. One that I hope will ultimately save our lives. I grab the gun and pull the trigger. An ear-splitting bang alerts the whole household. Suddenly, all the lights come on in every room of the house, and I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I scream again, and Vanya appears at the door, fully dressed though his brown hair is slightly ruffled.“Charlene, where is Alfredo?” he asks, wide-eyed.But before I can respond, another gunshot resounds through the bedroom, making me shriek in terror. Maya hurries toward the bedroom door and yanks his gun from his belt. His face contorts in fury as he disappears into the room. I turn back to follow him, but I’m swept up from behind by strong
“I prefer it,” I reply curtly. “Who shot the cop,Sara? Was it you or Lance?”“How do you know it wasn’t your sister?” A smirk tugs at her lips.I shake my head. “Sonya wouldn’t.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, I realize just how little I truly know my own sister.“An eye for an eye.” The sly smile widens across Sara’s lips. “One family for another. You know as well as I do that Sonya was never raised in the rules of the Bratva like you and I.”The private room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, and the waiter’s footsteps echo as he enters. He looks nervously at us and realizes no one has even picked up a menu. He hesitantly asks if we’re ready to place our orders. No one wants to eat, so I order a bottle of vodka.“No one will want to associate with someone wanted by the law,” I break the silence. “Not for this. And if you goaded Sonya into doing this—”“I didn’t.” She stops me before I can finish my accusation. “That’s why I want to talk about a truce.”The waiter ente
Charlene smiles shyly and then focuses on her salad, spearing a piece of avocado with her fork. Her gaze falls on the lone brass key in the box, and I know she’s dying to ask questions.“Technically, we don’t own it yet,” I reply. “We’re negotiating the price, and then there’s closing. The couple that owns it are excited to retire early. None of their children are interested in running the place. It’s a good location.”“What about security?” she asks, eyeing the few diners seated at random tables.“The river protects one side, and security can stay in the inn. You don’t have to open it to the public. You’ll be safe here as long as you don’t forget who you are.”Charlene puts down her fork and looks around the charming antique interior with exposed beams and wood plank floors. A large stone fireplace crackles and fills the room with warmth. The walls are a mix of wood paneling and stone accents. In the corner is a bar stocked with local craft beers. Old, framed prints and maps of the a
Just like Alfredo, these people will praise me for my brutality toward my family.Could Alfredo ever escape what was fated to happen?Could I?I don’t wait for the morning or for Regina to say come in.I unlock the door and enter her room. The couture dress is balled up and thrown on the floor while Regina lies on her bed in her old clothes that she took from Dad’s house. Her earbuds are in, and she ignores me as I pace alongside her bed. Her eyes stay trained on the laptop screen as if there’s actually something absorbing on streaming. I sit down on the bed near her and close the screen.“What do you want?” she asks crossly.I sit up straight. “I want to tell you that I’m sorry for slapping you.”“Is that it?” Regina asks, sitting up and crossing her legs.I watch my tone. “Yes, I’m sorry I slapped you, but we couldn’t risk it last night.”She rolls her eyes and replies, “Of course,My dear sister Charlene couldn’t risk something .”I look away and can’t think of what to say.“They do
Stefan frowns, and a nagging feeling descends like a chill down my ribs, letting me know that something might be wrong.“Excuse me.” I leave them and search for Alfredo.I don’t like the look on Stefan’s face, and if he’s up to something, I want it stopped now. All I want is a joyful night without drama and violence, and I’m not about to see it ruined by teenage hormones.“Charlene, good to see you.” A large hand grips my upper arm, and Ivo greets me with a hearty hug. “May we speak?”Distracted by his greeting, I nod as he leads me into the ballroom and almost outside through the French doors. “This is an impressive showing. You’ve done well for your first full event as Andrei’s wife. Any news?”My lips form a thin line. “I don’t know anything about Sonya Gregory. As far as I know, she’s gone underground.”“Of course.” He strokes his bushy beard with his overgrown fingernails. “But there was something else. An unfortunate shooting?”“I believe my husband. I wouldn’t be here talking t
“Maybe this friendship with Zara is not a bad thing,” Sean replies. “There is an advantage to your wife learning how to be a prop wife. Which means you can start treating her like one. You’ve allowed her too much freedom.”I chuckle as I pour another. “I kept her locked in a bedroom.”“A bedroom for a queen with endless luxuries and wealth,” replies Sean . “You’ve spoiled her. And she knows she can use sex to manipulate you. There’s a part of you that is holding onto her too tight. If you hold onto a butterfly’s wing, it will tear when it tries to fly away. Only when you let go will it want to return.” Sean continues with a smirk on his lips. “Make Charlene think she’s crazy for wanting to leave you. You must be like mu father”“Never.”“You have little choice,Alfredo.” Sean looks at his glass before taking a sip. “You need to turn Charlene into a Brotherhood wife. Your mom hated your father, but she wanted for nothing.”“Except love,” I reply flatly.“You loved your mother, Alfredo.
I remember what he said when Regina was first brought here.“A brotherhood wife sleeps with him unless he decides otherwise.”“I didn’t plan to … I fell asleep.” I stand and navigate my body carefully around his. “I’m going upstairs to pack.”I don’t dare look at him as I hurry out the door, past the guard.My foot lands on the step, and I immediately run the rest of the way to our bedroom. I know he won’t let me leave, and I must be crazy to think otherwise, but I’ll try anyway. I don’t have my own luggage, so I search in his closet. That’s not all I find. Behind a heavy wool dress coat, there’s a gun cabinet. I stare at them in rows shiny black and terrifyingly cold.I cover them up with the coat again.I drag the first empty suitcase out and toss it onto the bed when Alfredo enters the room. He walks slowly to the bed and watches me as I throw an armful of dresses into the case.Where am I going to wear these things?Evening gowns made of silk and satin are too fancy for me to hide i
“I don’t know much about being a wife to a husband in the brotherhood,” I blurt out clumsily.Her gaze rests on the small diamond pendant around my neck, and she frowns ever so slightly. “Is that a gift from your husband?”My hand rests on it, and I nod.“Is it real?” she asks.I nod again. “I’m pretty sure all the jewelry he has given me is real.”“Foolish girl.” She smiles thinly. “All your jewelry should be appraised and then duplicated. Youneverwear the originals. I will give you the name of a shop. Very discreet. They will pay for them, and your husband will never know. Never let your husband pick your jewelry.”My eyes widen as if she’s talking crazy. “Then how do I ask for it?”She tsks like I’m a child. “You admire a piece or find a picture of something you like in an auction catalog. Place the page on his desk. He will buy it for you. Don’t let him give you anything you can’t sell.”A chill descends my spine at her words. She’s not telling me how to be a wife.She’s telling m
Charlene shifts in her seat, sitting at the end of the couch away from Sean.“What do we need to do to get better families on this list?” I ask.Sean stares at the screen. “We can offer a gift?”Charlene stares daggers at me. “Are you talking about auctioning off my sister?”Sean glances at Charlene and then focuses on me. “Perhaps there are better ways than using marriage? You’ve had mixed luck with matrimony so far.”I scowl at Sean. “Names? What about Sammie or Taras?”“He’s married to Eva, and the Taras were no fans of Algredo’s father. A rushed marriage isn’t going to mend a blood feud. Especially a marriage to a sister-in-law,” he replies quickly.I have to restrain myself from shouting at him. “I need a better name, Sean”He looks at me coldly. “Perhaps the girl has plans for her own life.”Instantly, I remember the day when Alfredo mom said something similar about Charlene.What if that woman you brought here also made promises that you are making her break?My voice lowers. “I