Laura Horowitz—no, that wasn’t right—Laura Augustus glanced around the luxurious sitting room at the many different faces of the world she had married into. Not willingly. No, her father had come home one day, sat her down, and told her that he had big plans for her. Whenever he had big plans for her, she knew they were lies. The truth was, he had big plans for himself. Not that she hated her father. Leon Horowitz was a scary man. Abandoned as a child, he grew up on the streets and fought his way out, earning himself a reputation and wealth that rivaled the mafia family she was currently sipping drinks with.
No champagne, not for her. A bad experience on her eighteenth birthday put an end to her alcohol-drinking days. Now, she kept to water or juice. Nothing alcoholic.Not that she had a drink of her own. That would require the waiter to come close to her, and no one ever did that.Her husband, Johannes Augustus, stood near a bunch of men, talking, probably business, or perhaps they were discussing who they were going to kill. He paid no attention to her, not that she minded.They were like chalk and cheese.Keeping her arms folded, she tried not to feel so selfconscious. In a room full of strangers, it was impossible.This marriage was supposed to unite the Augustus mafia with her father, who was the biggest crime boss in the country. His businesses had expanded and crossed the boundaries of illegal into legal.Her father had never kept his life secret from her. She wasn’t a fool and knew he wasn’t a good man. He’d tried to do right by her, but her husband couldn’t stand her. Their wedding night had been a huge sham. According to tradition, he had to marry a virgin. She had refused to take the doctor examination.Her father had kept her shielded, but he’d also been sure to allow her to have her own mind. So her virginity had been questioned. It had nearly caused a war on the streets because Leon refused to subject his daughter to the test. Lucas Augustus had insisted. Her father had told him if he wanted to make this about blood, and not trust, then so be it.The test hadn’t gone ahead, but the wedding had.On their wedding night, Johannes had refused to touch her. She didn’t know if it was because she didn’t look like any of his other women or because he didn’t think she was a virgin.Anyway, she got a shitty night’s sleep. He cut himself and gave the whole bloodied sheets a real feel to them so he could present them the following morning. To the world, they were married, but she knew she could get it annulled.She was a virgin. Laura refused to put herself through such an archaic examination. How dare they ask that of her? Her wedding night was three months ago. Since then, she had rarely seen her husband, and when she had, he had nothing kind to say about her. Always critical. Then, of course, she was dragged to these kinds of functions where she stood out because she didn’t quite fit in. Unlike all the women present, she didn’t possess terrified gazes, nor did she fear being around men.“You are all alone once again,” her father said, surprising her.She turned to see him, hands in his pockets, looking as stern as ever. “Dad.” She went to him, wrapping her arms around him and breathing him in.Her mother died many years ago when Laura was just a toddler. She had no memories of her. It was a drive-by shooting, and Laura, well, she hadn’t gotten away unscathed either. A bullet had done a through-and-through on her leg. One rival war gang had taken his wife and injured his child. Leon had gone to war within hours, and Laura didn’t want to think of the damage he’d done.“What are you doing here?” Laura asked, smiling.He was the first friendly face she’d seen all evening, and she’d been standing here for two hours, in the same spot. She could barely walk in the heels Johannes made her wear. The dress she wore was also uncomfortable, as it went around her neck and fell to the floor. It was completely unflattering, and Laura hated it. Years ago, Leon once told her to choose her battles wisely, and she used that advice in her marriage.If she didn’t fight Johannes on the simple things like her clothing, then there was a chance for her to fight for something she did want, like freedom, or … something. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but being stuck in his country home or his apartment all day sucked. He’d given her a credit card to go shopping with, but she wasn’t one to shop.“Business,” Leon said.“Of course. It’s always business.” She had nothing to say.“You’re upset.”“I’m not.” The lie was easy to say, but he didn’t believe it. Leon took a deep breath. “Excuse me.” “Dad, don’t,” she said.They had already started to gain some attention. Public displays of affection were frowned upon. After she’d hugged her father, a lot of people frowned, clearly talking about her.She was the stupid wife of Johannes Augustus. The outsider. The weirdo with the strange name. She happened to love her name. Admittedly, it was because her dad wanted a boy, but Laura was a nice name. She liked it.“I am going to deal with him.”“And what, force him to come and stand with me? Why? We have nothing to talk about. I … I don’t fit in here.” She hated how pitiful she sounded.“Sweetheart, you fit anywhere you want to be.”“No, I don’t. You didn’t raise me to be…” She looked toward the women who were in their own private circle. She’d never been part of the in crowd, never cared to be. This was no different. “This.” “Laura,” he said, and she held her hand up, stopping him.“Please, don’t. I don’t need my dad trying to deal with my husband.” Even saying the word husband was difficult. She had never intended to get married. Never wanted to be married. Her parents had never married. According to her father, her mother hadn’t wanted to tie the knot, didn’t feel it was necessary.“I didn’t want you to be put in this kind of situation.”
“You arranged this for us, Dad. How could you not have wanted it?” Laura and Johannes were two people who’d never met before their wedding.Leon had always kept her far away from his other business dealings. She was aware of it, and he never lied to her about what he was, but that didn’t mean he exposed her unnecessarily.The first time she actually met Johannes was when she walked down the aisle to him. There had been other opportunities for them to meet, but they had never happened. Mainly because he was busy, like, all the time. Even when she refused to have the virgin test, he hadn’t been present for any of it. His father had.“Bringing our families together was necessary,” Leon said. “But that doesn’t mean I wanted you to be miserable. I can fix this.”“Dad there’s nothing to fix. I think we’re just strangers, you know. Trying to get used to each other and all of that.” She forced a smile to her lips, which was again difficult.She’d never been a good liar. Leon had told her many times that she was terrible at it. The worst person, and he’d even advised her not to attempt it when she was older either. He probably had the nicest, easiest kid to hang out with. She had never rebelled against him. They had an amazing relationship, father and daughter.Leon’s nostrils flared as he looked toward Johannes.Her husband was looking back at her, and she couldn’t exactly read the look on his face, but she could imagine he was … pissed. Maybe something more, she wasn’t sure. Either way, he wasn’t happy.What more could she do?Did he not like her talking to her father?“You promise not to make waves?” she asked.“I promise not to meddle, but if he does anything, or if in any way you’re scared, you come to me.”“Promise.”Johannes didn’t scare her, not really. Okay, there were a few times he might have made her a little afraid, but at those times, he was angry with someone else, and he just told her to fuck off or to get out of his face.They didn’t have the best communication, and what also didn’t help was that she hated confrontation. Rather than call him out on the crap he said, she left it.Leon pulled her in for another hug, and she saw everyone’s disapproval. What kind of family was this?“Mr. Horowitz, I heard you’d joined us,” Lucas Augustus, Johannes’s father, said.She pulled away from her father in an attempt to create a little space. The two men shook hands, and Johannes made that his cue to join them.Laura stayed perfectly still, not saying anything.Lucas glanced at her, and she saw the disapproval on his face. He hadn’t liked that she refused to be part of the virgin test. The man didn’t believe in trust. It was completely clear to see with the way he treated her.As far as he was concerned, she was a hussy, or whatever word he used to describe her.“It’s a nice gathering,” Leon said. “How could I turn down a personal invite from you. Johannes?” He nodded at her husband.She stared at her father, who looked at the distance between them. Laura wasn’t going to step closer to the man she couldn’t stand. Silence descended upon the group. It was because of her.“I think I would like some fresh air,” she said. “Lovely party.”Without waiting for a word, she turned her back on them and stepped away, finding any excuse to be as far away from them as possible. She didn’t even care to step outside.Instead, she found the stairwell in the main corridor and lowered herself, taking a deep breath.She hated parties and functions like these. They sucked.“Not one for the crowds?”Laura looked up to see Saya Toria, one of Johannes’s best friends. She met him on their wedding day when he was Johannes’s best man.“No, I’m not.” She shrugged. “You?”He chuckled. “I just needed a breather from all those women.” He winked and then nodded at where she sat. “Do you want some company?”“Sure.” She didn’t see a reason why not.Saya was a large man, and she had no choice but to move a little closer to the banister for him to be able to fit on.“You look nice tonight.”“Thanks.”This was Johannes’s best friend, not hers. She didn’t trust him, even though Saya had never given her any reason not to trust him.“I know that Johannes can be a little difficult, but you’ve just got to give the guy a chance. He’s under a lot of pressure.” She turned to him and then smiled.Unless it was her father, she had no intention of talking to strangers about her marriage to Johannes. Especially not a best friend.“I don’t know if you’re needed in there…”“Trying to get rid of me?” He nudged her shoulder.Laura frowned, but rather than try to make a big deal out of what was happening, she forced a smile. “I don’t want to be held responsible for, you know, keeping you away from business. I know how important it is for you all.” Saya had never been overly friendly with her, and she didn’t quite like that he was being so now.****Johannes Augustus hated these small little party get-togethers. His father arranged it as a way of inviting him and his new wife, as well as Leon. He’d seen the older man give her a hug, and he just knew it was a dig at him, or in some way telling him he wasn’t good enough.Leon had told him plenty of times that he was merely the best of the worst. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. He married his daughter, and business was going great between them. All the boxes for this union to work had been ticked, and still, Leon looked at him like he wanted to slit his throat.It just so happened the feeling was mutual. He didn’t like Leon Horowitz.The man wasn’t mafia, he wasn’t family, and in no way was he blood. There was no denying Leon had worked himself from the ground up, building a reputation for himself and becoming the feared crime boss that he was. His name rivaled the Augustus name for fear. Men were loyal to him, and they never, even under threat of torture or being tortured, turned on him.Lucas Augustus, Johannes’s father, had been impressed and wanted to finally meet the man that no one would break from. Not even to save their own skin.Who instilled that kind of loyalty?The man in front of him was deadly. Johannes saw it in the man’s eyes. There was nothing living there, and he heard the rumors that the only person who was ever safe from this man was his daughter, Laura.So much rumor and gossip followed this man. Johannes didn’t believe it all.He sipped at his whiskey and stared at the man over the rim of the glass. He didn’t fear Leon.Johannes was the only man in the history of the mafia to have killed a ma
Saya approached him and slapped him on the shoulder. “You keep on believing that, buddy. I know the truth. I’ve known you for years, and you want to slit my throat. It’s fine, but maybe you need to know what it is you want first, before you ask people to do this.”“Laura is a slut.”“I don’t think she is. If so, then I’m not the kind of man she goes for. We all know the ladies drop their panties for me.”Johannes couldn’t help but look at Saya’s neck and think how good it would look oozing with blood.“You know that murderous rage you’re feeling right now? That’s not what a guy who wants to have other men sleep with his wife should feel like.” Saya winked at him and left to rejoin the party.Running a hand down his face, he attempted to clear his mind. Tonight was not going well.He was running on only a couple of hours of sleep, and to be frank, he was exhausted. For the last three days, he’d been chasing a goddamn rat, one who wanted to trade their secrets for money and a safe life.
Saya approached him and slapped him on the shoulder. “You keep on believing that, buddy. I know the truth. I’ve known you for years, and you want to slit my throat. It’s fine, but maybe you need to know what it is you want first, before you ask people to do this.”“Laura is a slut.”“I don’t think she is. If so, then I’m not the kind of man she goes for. We all know the ladies drop their panties for me.”Johannes couldn’t help but look at Saya’s neck and think how good it would look oozing with blood.“You know that murderous rage you’re feeling right now? That’s not what a guy who wants to have other men sleep with his wife should feel like.” Saya winked at him and left to rejoin the party.Running a hand down his face, he attempted to clear his mind. Tonight was not going well.He was running on only a couple of hours of sleep, and to be frank, he was exhausted. For the last three days, he’d been chasing a goddamn rat, one who wanted to trade their secrets for money and a safe life.
She should just make it to English. Snooping, or spying, was not for her.Laura was about to make a break for it when fingers wrapped around her wrist, stopping her. She spun toward the person who’d grabbed her and saw Johannes was there. How had he moved from across the grounds toward her so fast?“What are you doing?” Johannes asked.She tugged at her wrist. “Let me go.” She didn’t want to cause a scene. Not many people were around, but there were a few. She hated bringing attention to herself.“Why are you here?” Johannes asked. “Who sent you?” Why was he accusing her?“I’m going to class,” she said. “Please, I don’t want to be late.”“Sir, I suggest you let her go.”This was Bill. This was going to be very bad.She looked from Johannes to Bill, then back again.“Why are you here?” Johannes asked.“I have it on strict orders to keep an eye on her, to protect her, while she goes to school,” Bill said.“She is my wife. She is coming with me.” Bill stepped in front of Johannes, stoppi
Johannes stared at the two men who were chained to chairs in the basement of one of Leon’s strip clubs. Cops were upstairs, and it amused Johannes that Leon conducted illegal business right under their noses, but he guessed that was the best way of finding the men who would do anything for money or sex.Leon’s man hadn’t turned up yet, but he had a feeling that when he did, it wasn’t going to go well. No doubt, he’d already talked to Bill, and had probably talked to Laura, who was upstairs in one of the private rooms.Johannes didn’t like bringing her to a strip club. There was too much sex. He didn’t want to bring her, but taking her home or leaving her anywhere else right now didn’t seem logical.She had been panicked, but what had surprised him while he’d waited for his men to arrive was that she’d secured the two men who currently sat bleeding now. Without screaming at him and without fainting.Yes, she had thrown up, but she told him she didn’t realize they were going to be tryin
Laura, this is Marcell Guerra and Cash Vitale.”She held her hand up in greeting. They were his other two friends. She had seen them at the wedding, but they hadn’t been introduced.They left the strip club out the back entrance, where a car was already waiting for them. Saya and Marcell took the front seat while she sat in the middle between Johannes and Cash.She stayed tense. No one spoke on the journey, and she wanted to be near a window just so she could look out. To see the city passing her by, and not to be afraid of anything.She hated feeling fear. The spiraling twist in her gut was not a welcoming feeling. She wanted it to stop.“Are you okay?” Saya asked, filling the silence.“I’m fine. Thank you.”“You must be scared,” Marcell said.She shrugged and then leaned her head back, closing her eyes and enjoying the hum of the car.“Is she asleep?” Cash asked beside her.“No,” she said. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”She hadn’t been able to sleep the night of the break-in ei
“Here we go again. Yes, I am your wife. In name only, and trust me, I am more than happy about that. I don’t want anything between us.”He frowned. This was news to him, but then he thought about what Leon said. “You don’t want to be married to me?”“Hell no. I wanted no part of any of this.”“Is this because of Stuart?”“What?” The frown between her brows deepened. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Your Stuart. The one Billy is going to try to get you to see. The one you’re willing to risk your life for, and his. I will not be disrespected, and my wife will not be fucking any other man than me.”“Oh, my God, can you even hear yourself? We have never had sex. We are never going to have sex. You hate me, and guess what, I hate you as well. This marriage is a complete sham and a mess.”He took a step toward her, and Laura took a step toward him.“Are you trying to threaten me, Johannes?” she asked. “Because I should warn you, I may be a woman, but I am my father’s daughter. If you
She cried out and scrambled to get her towel, only to have Johannes reach for it as well. Laura wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but they somehow managed to bump heads, and she ended up on the floor, not covered, and Johannes stared at her.Panic filled her, and she scrambled for the towel and her diary. Johannes seemed to still as she got both and pulled away from him.Within seconds, it became a tug of war as Johannes grabbed the diary, and she had no choice but to turn her back and immediately wrap the towel around her.Johannes had never seen her naked.No man had seen her naked.Her heart raced.“Please give me back my diary,” she said, keeping her back to him.Her face was so hot. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.“No.” He stepped past her. She tried to grab his shirt, but she had no choice but to keep one hand on her chest.“Please.”Johannes turned at the door. “You’re my wife, and a Augustus never begs. Don’t do it.”He slammed the bathroom door, and Laura gri
HJMen aren’t built like women. Or at least, not like Winona.We could never read emotions as well, navigate a room as well, or know someone else’s next move like her. She didn’t play chess. She dominated it. It was like sittingacross from your opponent and realizing they had all queens lined up instead of pawns.The fight wasn’t fair.We all knew that. Sebastian most of all. He knew he was surrounded by family that was supposed to protect him but that would protect her instead. She’d outmaneuvered him and the family with a love she didn’t even express.Dante trained her, and Carlos talked with her when he wouldn’t open his mouth to anyone. And I slept next to her like a cub trusting a lioness.We respected Sebastian as the king of the family.But we loved Winona.In the family, men aren’t supposed to get close to any woman unless we claim them as our untouchable. None of us had claimed her; none of us had claimed anyone. We’d all been without that love, sailing through life complete
WinonaMaybe I should have been concerned about the red stains on my hands as Dante filed in with their cleanup crew. I’d seen a few of them before, but they were nameless associates of our family, ones I’d probably never see again unless they proved theirworth.Had I proved my worth tonight or lost it all? And what was there to prove to a family that wasn’t mine? If Georgie was right, if he wasn’t lying, I belonged on the other side of the tracks.My heart didn’t rush when HJ mumbled that Sebastian would be furious. We stood at the elevator doors, HJ with his hat on and my hood back up for no good reason. The cleanup crew would be calling the police later tonight to have them wipe the cameras.In this city, we were protected.As the elevator door pinged, HJ walked in and then turned to me, black fire licking through his eyes. “Get in the elevator, Winona.”He’d almost told me he loved me in that car, and I’d been ready to drive off into the sunset with him. Now, could I love him kno
Winona “You’re kidding me, right?”“What do you mean?” I tightened my ponytail. Earlier today, I’d gotten so bored, I’d disguised myself well enough that I could go to a little shop around the corner. HJ hadn’t exactly said I could leave his place, but he had said he was finally taking me out tonight.That called for celebration. The closest store was eccentric, and I was all about it. They had knockoff clothes and secondhand items, but it was someplace to go where I knew I wouldn’t be seen.“We’re not going anywhere with you dressed like that.” He pointed at me accusingly, as if my outfit was completely ridiculous.I had to admit, it was different. The latex fit every nook and cranny of my body like a glove. I was actually surprised it wasn’t custom made for me. To say I was proud of the rare find was an understatement. “This is perfectly legit for whatever we have to do tonight. I’m wearing combat boots and a dark outfit. It’s the best way to hide in the shadows.”“You’re wearing a
WinonaHe’d left a note for me that morning.Notes weren’t my thing.Not anymore.I’d only ever gotten two. One from HJ telling me he’d never write me again—which was ironic now that I held another one of his notes in my hand—and the other . . .The other one was from the only other person I’d ever loved. It was a bad one, a deadly one. One that made me want to lie down and die with him.My mood soured. The man better wake me up next time he was going to leave me for hours on end.Plus, the note wasn’t even good. There weren’t any hearts or balloons or our names scribbled next to each other.I’LL BE BACK in a couple hours. The cabinet next to the bookshelf has food.HJPS Do you think Cleopatra was ever kidnapped?PPS Books written by Poe are on that shelf if you want to read.BY FOOD, he meant granola bars and apple juice. My stomach growled in protest when I’d eaten three and still felt starved.When I heard footsteps in the hallway, I sat up in the bed. I chucked one of the bars at
HJI left her to get breakfast, to get my bearings, and to get intel on the fact that I was sleeping with the heiress to the Russian mob.Carlos had already pulled intel from Georgie’s phone, and he called both Sebastian and I aboutit that morning. “Well, there’s a lot more information than I wanted in here.”Sebastian grumbled into the phone, surely tired from lack of sleep. “Is there information on where the fuck Winona’s at?”“We’ve got everyone out looking,” I said, lying through my teeth. I hadn’t looked at all last night.“Dimitri took her. It’s obvious from the communications,” Carlos announced. “I’ve got— I think we need to meet to discuss this.”Carlos was always worried about tapped phones. We were intelligent enough to have people within the FBI bury our conversations. We switched out phones too. Still, you could never be too careful, and I was sure Carlos had the information I needed, information that would start a war I wasn’t sure I was ready to participate in.I foun
WinonaI came to, and the first thing that hit me was a migraine from the chloroform hangover.I didn’t move. Waking up as a captive and waking up next to an angry, violent lover were very much the same.I relaxed my body and kept my breathing slow. I listened for any sound—voices, TVs, footsteps, traffic outside; any clue that could tell me where I was.I lay across a cushioned surface that felt much like a leather couch, and some cloth was draped over my body. I felt the tulle of my dress still wrapped around me, but the knife that should have dug into my ribs was gone.My kidnapper had wrapped me in a blanket and laid me on a couch? Left me dressed? It seemed they’d be playing nice once they knew I was awake.With just the sound of cars in the distance, I knew we must still be in the city, but whoever was with me, they weren’t giving much away. No one talked or walked around, and I couldn’t smell anything except . . . a hint of metal mixed with aftershave, like he’d washed away the
HJThe warm candlelight flickered on the face of every man watching Winona too closely as we walked back in. I wanted to leash her and drag her from the gala. Yet no wild animal like her was meant to be tamed. I only got that privilege when I was making her moan my name.She glanced at my watch. “It’s probably time for you and me to go our separate ways.”“As long as they intersect at some point later on,” I mumbled as I nodded and started to back away from her.Her dark cat-eye makeup had smudged around her misty gray eyes, and her hair wasn’t bone straight anymore. The wave that broke through her ponytail was a sign of the heat that had passed between us before. That look of dishevelment only worked in her favor. As the music swayed the guests, her presence mesmerized them. For the next hour, I watched her bounce around while hungry eyes tracked her movements.I should have been satisfied. We’d settled on the fact that her place wasn’t with Sebastian. He’d agreed to let her go, a
WinonaMen, by nature, had to be stupid. I was sure of it.Sebastian had given me numerous lectures about not leaving his side, as if I were a sheep, only accustomed to being herded.I played the role well enough and nodded at his requests. Then I promptly faked having to pee.He didn’t even question me.Women should have been leading the world, not men.It took one coy look Georgie’s way and a lift of an eyebrow for him to excuse himself. He knew better than to draw a crowd. He wanted time alone; he wanted an explanation.He wanted me.I strode out onto the balcony. The wind chilled me, and the night air washed over me like a calm before a storm. The stars from this far out of the city shone brighter, louder, and more vividly.The cool cement railing was just thick enough to allow me to lean on it and really peer up into the night, get lost in the darkness of it all. This was the place I felt most at home, surrounded by nothing but myself in a fine outfit, bathed in ink-black shadows
HJShe wore the dress.It was like the devil himself wanted a damn show and had wrapped her up, helped her get ready, and served her to all of us that night. He was laughing in hell right now. I could almosthear his cackle.She strutted in on Sebastian’s arm. Regal, fuckable, mesmerizing. That dress was a waterfall over her legs, but every curve of them was visible. The beads shimmered under the crystal chandelier light, and her dark stiletto heels elongated her stride down the carpet.I tensed as she looked up at Sebastian and smiled adoringly. It may have been a show, it may not have been.Either way, it didn’t matter.The back of her bound up by that black-as-ink ribbon and the way her ass flared out from her waist, I heard some of the men visibly moan.Fucking breathtakingly beautiful.Feathers and beads and black strings had been wrapped around the most dangerous woman here. The mob and the government were watching. Everyone wanted her for different reasons, but we’d all take