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CamilaThe snow is coming down in sheets. With the wipers going at top speed, I’m allowed a few seconds of vision before I’m blind again. My jaw is clenched for the entire agonizingly long drive. White-knuckling the steering wheel, I take a right turn into a dark section of road. If my GPS is right, Yannick’s location is closer to the hospital than Asher’s cabin. There’s a chance I’ll beat him there if he’s spent enough time organizing his men before moving to strike.Please don’t let me be too late.My wipers are working less now—the snow is slowing down. Turning into a development with lots of unfinished houses, I start to ride my brake. I’m close ... Where is it ... The pavement is slippery from the storm. I take each turn with the utmost caution. I’m moving at barely a mile per hour, my headlights glistening wetly on the ground, when I see the house.It’s as quiet as the rest of them. Not a single light is on. There’s one working streetlamp, and it casts a pale-yellow glow on the
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Asher“Mi gotovi,” Mila says. We’re ready.Casting my gaze over her head, I look around in the low lights. The snow has stopped falling, but the heavy clouds remain. The homes on the street are as quiet as graves. Just around the bend is the division that’s currently under construction. It makes sense for Yannick to have set up here. There’s no one else living in the other homes. Most aren’t even finished being built.Once we move ahead, there’ll be no one to hear what happens. We’ll be acting under near-total cover of darkness. There are streetlamps here, positioned one after the other like kids lined up for school, but around the corner there’s only one. The plan to use snipers was scrapped when we realized there wouldn’t be a good line of sight. It’s a small setback.“Asher?” Mila prods.Pulling my black gloves tighter against my wrists, I peer back down the road. None of my men are visible, but I know where every single one of them is positioned. “Go with the second team. I need y
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CamilaI’ve seen this before. This exact scene. Asher lying in a pool of his own blood, dying right in front of my eyes. The last time it was just a nightmare.This is real.“Asher! Asher, no! Asher! Get up!” I cry.Yannick keeps his hold on me as I struggle to escape. He ignores how I fight, turning around to grin wolfishly at Roman. “Molodets, son! You got him!”It clicks with me then—I understand what’s happened. No longer struggling, I instead turn, staring in disbelief at Roman. His face is pale as old milk. He’s gripping a pistol that looks massive in his tiny hands.“Roman?” I whisper.He sniffles, starting to shake, the tremors coming faster and more violent by the second. “I … I …” he stammers.Beaming with sadistic delight, Yannick turns again so he can see Asher. “You should have fired when you had the chance, Asher. I guess you don’t have the courage of a ten-year-old. Or maybe you’re just weak. Did Camila’s kindness soften your backbone? Hm?” He cups his ear. “No response
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With ice in my stomach and my heart in my throat, I lift my head. Camila continues to twirl, her skirt practically glowing. But when she stops short, heels together, and pivot to face me, the blood is easy to see. Red streaks across her stomach. It's not rounded with our baby anymore. It should be round. It should be fucking round."Camila!" I gasp, sitting up sharply.Mila chuckles to my left. "He rises from the dead."Hunching forward, I look at the blanket stretched over my lap. I recognize the blue cotton that pills too easily—I'd wanted to have it replaced but kept forgetting to tell someone, other issues always taken precedence over something as small as linens.I'm in the cabin by the lake."When did we?" I whisper in amazement.Mila releases an annoyed sound. "Not that long ago."Lifting my arms in front of me, I study them curiously. Small bandages stick haphazardly all over my flesh. My wedding ring sits firmly on my finger."The glass didn't cut you that bad," she says, mis
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Asher"You sure you should even be out in public?" Jonah asks me flatly. He's not concerned about my safety—I think he's actually trying to make me feel threatened.Sunlight streams through the half-gaped blinds over his office windows. They create a striped pattern across his torso, reminding me of a prisoner's uniform. He's not the one who has to worry about jail.I smile coyly. "Let's get down to why I'm here.""Where's Camila?" Adriana blurts. "Is she okay?" It's the first thing she's said since I entered the room. Dressed in a maroon, long-sleeved turtleneck and pale pink ankle-skirt, she's the opposite of Jonah's cobalt-blue ensemble. The one thing they share is the same narrowed-eye disdain for me.Oh, now you care about her? Mila informed me that the car at the scene belonged to Adriana. It's hard not to tear into her for helping Camila meet up with Yannick. I resist because being at odds with Adriana won't endear Jonah to my side."I'm working on finding that out," I say. "It
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CamilaRoman hasn't stopped shaking. He’s been like this during the whole car ride. I have to half-drag and half-carry him into the large townhouse, all the way down a dark hall that Yannick shoved us through. As my mother and I huddle in the small backroom we've been stashed in, Roman continues to shake."I didn't want to do it. I didn't, I swear I didn't," he mutters. It's all he’s been able to say.Brushing his hair from his forehead, I push him to my chest. "You're okay. I'm here."He whimpers, mumbling into my shirt, as if he didn't hear me. I'm worried he's gone into shock. The reality of shooting Asher, nearly killing him—because I refuse to believe Asher is dead no matter what Yannick says—has broken his little mind.I look up, seething with hatred at the sight of Yannick. He's pacing the room, occasionally checking his phone. He seems to be ignoring us. It's a small favor, but I'll take it."Chyort," he hisses, crushing his phone in his fist. He arches his arm like he plans t
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AsherThe lake is frozen solid, blending into the land. Everything covered by a uniform blanket of snow. The only markings on the surface are the triangular tracks made by geese and other animals in search of food. My own boot-prints cross on top of them as I make my way slowly over the ice.I'm cold enough that I can't feel the tips of my ears or nose. But I don't mind. The mild pain is worth it. This weather is clearing my head. My bare hands clench in my jacket pockets, feeling for my phone, trying to summon a call from Jonah or Mila or, God willing, Camila.Camila... please be okay. You have to be okay.If she's still wearing the prayer beads, I should be able to track her location. But I can't do that from my cabin. The cops need to get away from my mansion. I can't do anything until they're off my back.A sharp honk echoes through the air. Craning my neck, I watch as a flock of geese, their black heads contrasting against the white clouds, soar overhead. I marvel at how effortle
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Camila"What's that noise?" Mom asks me nervously.Cocking my head, I listen with my pulse quickening. "Gunfire.""Someone's shooting at us?" Roman shudders, scrambling towards my mother where she's sitting on the bed. She spreads her arms to welcome him into her lap, the action warm and natural.I move towards the one window in the room. Parting the thin, yellowed curtains, I peek through the glass. I can't tell what's happening, there's a large tree branch with stubborn frost crusted to it blocking the way."What do you see?" Mom asks urgently."Nothing. I don't know what's going on." But I have a feeling. One so delicious, so exciting, I try to ignore it because the pain of being wrong would tear me apart.The door bangs open, hitting the wall, bouncing back into Yannick's grip. His lips are curved in a wretched snarl. "You! What did you do?" he shouts at me.I let go of the curtain, my heart tap-dancing into my mouth. I don't like the manic expression he's wearing as he shuts hims
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