Isadora POVAfter Jude was gone, I grabbed my phone and sank down on the sofa. Simona was busy with a picture book that simulated animal noises, and Daniele sat on the blanket beside her, only half focused on his game while he kept throwing glances toward his sister’s book.Cherry curled up beside me, and I began stroking her soft fur at once, hoping it would calm me. Since Jude had told me about my uncles, my heart had been beating faster than usual. In the mob, falling from grace usually meant your death. I wasn’t sad about the death of my uncles. They had been bad men, even by our very twisted standards, but I was worried what it meant for Jude, for us, and I couldn’t stop thinking about my poor cousin, Kiara, who was now an orphan.I called Dad’s number. He didn’t pick up after the first few rings, which was unusual for him. He always made time for me. What if Luca had decided to get rid of him too? It wasn’t a secret that Dad wasn’t his favorite. Marrying me off to Jude was suppo
Isadora POVJude watched me almost curiously, no sign that someone had obviously used his forearm as a cutting board. I carefully unfastened his shirt, and Jude gave the slightest twitch but didn’t make a sound. “Not your first rodeo, hmm?” I needed to make light of the situation before my worry for my husband drove me into a panic attack. What if something happened to him? What would I do with two small children, a huge house, and a slightly twisted dog?“It’s only a shallow cut. I’ll survive.”I laughed but it sounded forced. Once the wound was freed from the confines of his shirt, Jude dropped the ruined garment on the floor. “I can handle this.” He took a first aid kit from a cupboard beneath the sink.“Won’t you tell me what happened?”He cleaned his wound but when I didn’t look away, he sighed. “I’m not sure you should know the details of my business.”“I’m part of your life, so let me be a part of it.”The hesitation remained in his eyes. He looked down to his wound and patched
ISADORA'S POV“Maybe you should let the past rest, Isadora.” The way he spoke, it was more of a warning than advice, and his worried expression only affirmed my suspicion.I set Simona down on the floor when her squirming got too much. She crawled off at once, heading for her blanket with her toys. “What do you know that you’re not telling me?”Christian’s mouth thinned. “I know that Jude doesn’t want people to rummage in his past, especially where Josephine is concerned, and I think you should respect his wish.”“To protect him or me?”Christian took a cookie and bit it, obviously biding his time. “Both… and those kids too.” He motioned at Simona, who squeezed a stuffed unicorn that laughed shrilly every time she did, causing her to giggle too. Her eyes flashed with joy as she gazed at me.“How can I help Daniele if I don’t know what happened?”“The boy will come around. He’s going to be Underboss one day. His mother’s death won’t be the last trauma he suffers.” My stomach tightened
ISADORA POVI threw him an indignant look but couldn’t really stay mad at him, seeing the grin that had accompanied my childhood. Once I was done with Simona, I put her in her crib. I could tell that she was tired. She had refused to go down for her nap at noon. She cried when I stepped back, so I bent over her and rocked the crib until her eyes drooped once more. But the moment I tried to go away, she started wailing again. This time, I didn’t go to her, hoping she’d settle down. Some people said you needed to let the kids soothe themselves and let them cry, but I found that impossibly hard to do.“She’s really demanding,” Christian commented, leaning in the doorway with crossed arms.I picked Simona up, trying to figure out what was wrong. She kept wailing, and then without warning, she spit up on me and herself.“Eww,” Christian said.With a sigh, I changed her clothes before I put her in the crib again. This time, she quieted after a couple of minutes. I motioned for Christian to
Isadora POVJude breathed harshly, his nostrils flaring as he watched the blood squeezing out between my fingers.Christian slowly backed away, not turning his back to Jude. “I’ll call you in thirty minutes.”I gave a small nod, stunned by what had happened and completely at a loss why Jude had reacted that way.Before my brother could slip out, Jude said in a low voice, “There’s nowhere you can hide if I find out you betrayed me, Christian. Even Baltimore won’t be your safe haven if I want you dead.”“If you hurt Isadora, I’ll find and kill you, Jude.”Jude slanted my brother a dark look. Christian disappeared.Suddenly I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to send him away. Jude had lost his mind minutes ago for no apparent reason. His wife had died… or been killed, and nobody knew anything about it.Our eyes met and the terrifying fury lessened. What remained was blatant distrust and a hint of guilt. He sheathed his knife then moved closer. I tensed, unsure what to expect after what
Isadora POVJude looked at my bandaged arm. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and he looked exhausted. “I need a drink. Will you join me?” He held out his hand.I hesitated, but seeing the tortured look on his face, I took his hand and followed him downstairs.Sybil lingered in the lobby, her expression worried. “I prepared minestrone. It’s in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if you were going to have dinner…” She trailed off. She probably heard the fighting and saw Christian flee the house.“We’re not hungry. Go home,” Jude clipped.Sybil sought my eyes. I smiled. “Thank you for making us dinner. Have a lovely evening with your husband.”She hesitated then grabbed her purse and coat before slipping out. Jude squeezed my hand and pulled me into the living area. A fire burned in the hearth as it did every evening. Usually the sight warmed me from the inside, now it did nothing to dissipate the cold feeling of dread. He released me to head for the liquor cabinet. I sank down in one of the armcha
Jude POVIn front of the door to Josephine’s bedroom, I stopped listening. Behind the door, someone grunted, and a woman cried out. They weren’t sounds of torture.I shoved open the door. It smashed against the wall behind it.Fury slithered through my veins at the sight before me. Josephine, my heavily pregnant wife, straddled her half-brother, both of them naked.My wife was fucking her half-brother.For a second, neither of us moved.Josephine let out a shriek, covering her breasts as if I had less right to see them than her fucking half-brother. A look passed between them, and I knew this had been going on for a long time, maybe longer than she and I had been married.The bitter taste of betrayal bloomed in my mouth, followed by an irresistible thirst for revenge. I closed the door. Andrea pushed Josephine off him and lunged for the gun on the nightstand. I pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through his palm, blowing it apart. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.He roared in a
Jude POVRage boiled up in me like an unstoppable wave. “You’re lying.”“Why? Because she bled your first time together?” He laughed nastily. “There are doctors for everything.”Almost eight years. That was how long Josephinehad been cheating on me. I’d been faithful even when she hardly tolerated my presence most days and had only slept with me once or twice per month. I didn’t care. I kept my marriage vows, and she trampled on them from day one. I trusted her, and Andrea had let him become her only bodyguard because she asked me to. I didn’t give a fuck about what had happened before our wedding night, if she’d been a virgin or not, but every betrayal since then has cut me like an acid-coated knife.My hands balled into fists.“Remember the bikers,” Felix said, but I barely heard him. “We need info.”Andrea swallowed. “If you want an heir, you need to keep Josephine alive because Daniele and Simona aren’t yours. They are mine.”Static rushed into my ears. I threw myself at him, rain