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
Jude POVI stood abruptly. Voices sounded in the corridor, one of them belonging to Father. I stepped outside, finding Felix and my father talking in urgent whispers. The moment Father looked at me, I wished I could have kept this from him. He limped toward me, looking pale and weak. He gripped my shoulder, his eyes searching mine. “If you want to make Josephine disappear after the baby is born, nobody would blame you, least of all me, my son.”I nodded. It wouldn’t be the first time a man killed his wife for cheating. Would things have been different if Josephine hadn’t been pregnant? Would I have killed her like I killed Andrea? I’d killed women before. The whores the bikers kept around to suck their dicks—but they’d been armed and trying to kill me and my men.Josephine was still a woman, still my wife, and still the mother of Simona and Daniele. I wouldn’t kill her unless it was her life against that of my children or mine.“I don’t want her to disappear.”The father looked puzzle
Jude POVIt was awfully quiet in the house. Too silent. I was a man who enjoyed the quiet, but this kind of silence rang too loudly and bounced off the walls in ominous echoes.I found Sybil asleep on the sofa. Shaking her, she opened her eyes and remained unfocused. “I’m sorry, master. I must have fallen asleep.”“That’s not just sleep. I told you to be wary around Josephine!” I snarled, releasing her. “Where are Daniele and Simona?”Sybil blinked, then her eyes widened with fear. I began running up the stairs, then froze on the second-floor landing. Small, bloody paw prints covered the beige carpet.My heart clenched so tightly that, for a moment, I was sure I had a heart attack. It ran in our family, after all. I stormed toward Simona’s bedroom, ripping the door open, then stumbled toward the crib. Simona lay unmoving, and everything in me stilled. In the one second I considered her death, I understood why Josephine wanted to kill herself after losing Andrea. I wrenched Simona up s
JUDE POVMy breathing had slowed as I read Josephine’s letter to me. I couldn’t move; I could only stare down at her last words. I wasn’t sad about losing her. I’d never had her to begin with. She’d been Andrea’s, even after his death. I felt a deep sadness over what this meant for Daniele and Simona and a raging madness toward the people who were responsible for this mess. Toward her parents, who’d forced her into a marriage with me, even though they’d known the truth. It was incest. Their love had been doomed like ours, but her parents had let me run into an open knife and hadn’t warned me when I allowed Andrea to spend every day alone with my wife.A knock sounded, but I didn’t react. The door opened then. Faro slipped in and appeared beside me. He said something, but his words were muffled. He took the letter from me. I let him. It didn’t matter if he read it.“Jude!” He shook me hard, and finally my focus snapped to him. Behind him, my father leaned heavily on his walking stick,
Isadora POVI flushed. Not only had I almost declared my feelings for Jude, but I’d also let it slip that I wanted Simona and Daniele to be ours, not just his. I’d known them for only a month, but I’d been by their side for many years. Hopefully one day they’d be mine in theirs and everyone else’s opinion. “I know they are yours, not mine, not really, but it kind of hurts if you say they are your children as if I don’t care for them.” Jude jerked me toward him, kissing me fiercely. I clung to him, almost breathless, when he finally pulled away.“I don’t deserve you, Isadora, but my kids... our kids do.”“I really, really care about them. Even if you never want to have another child, I’ll be okay because I’m going to raise them as if they were my own.”“I know,” he said quietly. “It’s what I’d do too.”I searched his eyes. “Have you ever had a paternity test done?” I was fairly sure I knew the answer.“No,” Jude said.That one word encompassed so much emotion. Love for Simona and Danie