He strokes my hair out of my face and stares into my eyes. “Do I have your loyalty, Chleo?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I need to know I can trust you with everything.” I nod. “Don’t ever betray me, it’s the one thing I won’t forgive.” I swallow and nod again. His eyes narrow at me. “You’re shaking…what’s wrong, Chleo?” Tell him about the gun! I scream in my head. I give him a shaky smile. “I’m c-cold.” His furrowed brow softens as a light smile graces his lips. “Let’s get you inside, in front of a fire.” As soon as I get the chance, I’ll throw the gun into the river. But with the cops watching my every move, when can I slip away to do it? Strega Diane driving back from meeting with the Giusto family head in an effort to smooth over some fallout over a recent turf dispute with the Italians. Lives were lost, and property was destroyed, but we came up with an amicable solution and agreed to let bygones be bygones. “Since we’re up this way, why don’t we stop at McCormick’s for some s
“Come on, babe,” he says softly. “Let’s get you inside where it’s warm.” I obey, putting one barefoot out and then the other. He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and carries me up the stairs, into the house. I revel in the safety and strength of his arms. I rest my head against his chest, feel the beating of his heart, and am comforted. I don’t dwell on the fact that I’d never have been in this harrowing situation in the first place had I not been involved with him. He carries me up the stairs to our bedroom where he wraps me in the comforter. After kissing my brow, he goes to the bathroom and begins running water to fill the garden tub. As I lay there, I watch as he pours in various soothing oils designed to help me destress from the trying ordeal. I must have drifted to sleep because I hear him call my name and feel the gentle nudge. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the full tub, overrunning with sudsy bubbles. The lights are dimmed, and meditative music plays over the
If there’s any chance of getting her out of there alive, I’m going to need a diversion. We make one other quick stop before arriving at the Last Call club. It’s 6:43pm when we pull up, but we have to wait on Yuri. Barging in there without the money will only result in bloodshed. The first bullet would be right to Chleo’s head. “I had to get Vinny. I’ll be there in two minutes,” he pleads when I threaten to rip his head off if he’s not here in seconds. Stieg’s gone to his trunk and loaded up on weaponry. I take an extra gun as well. Everyone of my bullets have Sergei’s name written Chleo. She looked so terrified. If I get her out of this alive, she’ll be traumatized. This could destroy her. “Fuck!” I mutter to myself. I’ve got to hold my shit together. She needs me to go in there and take charge and get her the hell out of there. That’s how this is going down. That’s the only outcome I’ll accept. “He’s here,” Stieg says and nods his head in Yuri’s direction as he pulls up in his b
I stroke her face and wish I could wipe the sadness from her eyes. “If you love me…” “Baby, you know I love you.” “Don’t lie to me anymore. Promise.” “No more lies, Chleo, I promise you.” She closes her eyes and nods. But then they pop back open. “You’re calling off the engagement. I can’t see you while you belong to someone else.” My jaw clenches. “It’s already over as far as I’m concerned, but I have to unwind the contract that I signed. That will take a little more time, but I’m working on it.” Her brow furrows slightly. I take her hand in mine, and kiss it tenderly. “Your happiness is all that matters to me,Chleo. I’ll move heaven and earth to make this happen.” The creases in her brow smooth out and her shoulders sink into the cushions. “You need your rest, honey. Let me put you to bed.” When she doesn’t object, I move closer to her and scoop her effortlessly into my arms. As I stand, she rests her head on my chest and slips an arm around my neck. I carry her up the st
Let me guess, you’ve seen worse in the O.R.” “Not the violence, mind you. But the O.R. does tend to desensitize you to the sight of blood and guts.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Is that the medical term for it?” “Wise guy.” I shift so I can look at him better. “Ben, in the course of three months, I’ve hidden a gun, treated a GSW without reporting it…and chopped a guy's dick off.” He brushes some strands of hair from my eyes. “You want a medal?” “Ben.” “Sorry, too soon.” “I’m…it’s like I don’t recognize myself anymore. At the same time, it’s like a whole new side of me has been awakened, a side I never knew existed before.” His sapphire eyes study me. “That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.” My heart sinks to my belly. “Babe, I have to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to, I just didn’t know how.” He continues to study me, his eyes narrow. “You can tell me anything, Chleo.” I let the silence linger. My gaze drifts to the windows. I notice the snow has begun to fall in
I halt in my tracks. “The DEA?” She pulls me aside to an empty waiting area. “Look, Chleo, you’ve got a really bright future ahead of you. That’s why I stuck my neck out to give you such a strong recommendation for the cardiothoracic surgery residency at Presbyterian over Simon. Don’t make me regret it. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you, but you need to make this go away. It’s not good for the hospital and it sure as hell isn’t good for your career. Understand?” “Yes, completely, I’m so sorry, Dr. Wood.” Her face screws up. “I don’t want your apologies, just make it stop.” She closes her eyes and sighs heavily. “With the field you’ve chosen, you have to make a tough decision about what comes first, your career or your personal life. No man’s worth it, believe me.” Chleo’s been divorced two years now, it’s clear to see what choice she made, even if that means only seeing her kids on the weekends and holidays. She’s made her sacrifices and appears pretty annoyed with me
You’re barking up the wrong tree, Roberts,” I say, placing my hands on the armrest. “I’ve got patients to see.” He cranes forward in his chair, “If I can’t get Sergei, I’m coming after your boyfriend. I’ll take him down and anyone near him, including you.” “That doesn’t sound like justice, agent Roberts, it sounds like a vendetta,” I say as I rise and move out from behind the desk. “Like it’s gone from professional to personal.” Roberts stands but doesn’t block my path. Tubbs is standing at the door, his eyes fixed upon me. “We heard Petrosky broke it off with his fiancée…so you two are really that serious, huh?” Was that a look of jealousy or pity in his intense brown eyes? “I’m late for rounds,” I say as I exit the door. “She definitely knows something,” I hear Halls grumble. TheminutethatIget off the phone with Chleo, I place a call to Jim Donaldson, a cop with a horrible gambling addiction that keeps him on our payroll. “Why did I have to find out second hand that the DEA
“I’m telling you, there’s more money in it. I didn’t spend all those years earning a and working on Wall Street for nothing. I think it’s about time we started thinking more with our heads and less with our fists.” “Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” “Don’t worry, you’ll keep your club and run all the action you want.” “What about you? You might be making a fuck load of money, but with no heads to crack, how will you get through the day?” “Ha, now you’re a fucking comedian.” “Seriously, I just hope you know what you’re doing, Ben,” he laments. “You’re making a lot of changes all of a sudden. Not everyone’s going to like it.” “We’ve got to grow and adapt, be smarter. Let the rest of these assholes squabble over the petty stuff. We go big, where the real money is.” “I hear ya, Ben. Just let me know what you need me to do.” “For now, just keep your ear to the ground,” I say. “I have a strong feeling Wood going to strike out at me to make some powerplay.” “You got eyes on the doc?
Surprisingly, Chantel nods like she understands.“You like her enough, though. Enough to parade her around like she’s yours. I wanted that so bad. I still want that,” she says softly.Ah, fuck.If I’m being honest, if Andrew and I had started our relationship in a normal fashion, we would have probably ended up here—with me having to break her heart because I just don’t see how I could trust anyone enough to give them my heart.But we didn’t. Our relationship’s backwards. She snuck inside my heart without me even realizing it and I can’t get her out.Cara was my friend. And we had a really good thing going, but I would have never let it go beyond that. I put up too many walls to allow it. There’s no way to explain it to her without making it all worse so I simply say I’m sorry.“I hate that I hurt you,” I tell her.She nods, hugging her arms around her body. “I’ll get over it. ”Sensing that she wants to be alone, I start walking for the door.“And Chantel,” she calls, “I’m happy fo
My heart clenches and my voice softens. “Who’s blood is it?”He laughs then. A cruel, awful laugh.“On that bullet? Mine.”I’m taken aback but I do my best to maintain composure. “I thought you said your dad gave that to you? Why did your father have a bullet necklace with your blood on it?”His countenance softens, and a glint of vulnerability pierces through his tough exterior. “When I was fifteen, I accompanied my father on a business venture. It was meant to be a routine deal, but those other guys got too greedy. The moment we set foot on their turf, all hell broke loose. John Luciano himself shot me, right in the chest.”“Is that the reason your family unleashed a hail of bullets within the sanctum of his private mansion? I remember hearing all about that in the news and thought it was just awful.”“His family, and every last blood relation he had. He had a chance to snuff out my old man and me, and we weren’t about to let that slip away without a fight. We went at them with a ve
Your lips are so fucking distracting,” is all he says before kissing me.He tastes like vodka and spice. I tilt my head up to give him better access and Nathan responds by thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His hand tightens on my neck while his other hand drifts down to my thigh, drawing me closer. Carlo suddenly pulls away and I moan the loss of his mouth on mine.He rests his forehead against mine. His hand is still around my neck. It’s carnal and possessive at the same time.“No one touches you but me,” he says firmly. “Say it,dolcezza.”My eyes narrow. “You’re being ridiculous.”Because despite that passionate, earth-shattering kiss, he still needs to know I am not his possession.“Say it, Astoria,” he repeats, his eyes burning like coals.“Move, Nathan ,” is all I say before he removes his hand from my neck and steps back.“Tori, I’d never harm you.”“I know that,” I assure him and he signs in relief. “But I am not your toy.”He walks closer to me and I start stepping back unti
“As you know, I’m my father’s first son. First children usually have a lot riding on them, and in my family, it was no different. He had a lot of expectations for me. He wanted me to be the best because I was meant to be his legacy. His successor. Growing up, I had to be the best in school, the biggest, the strongest. He pushed me to exceed all his expectations, and I tried my best but it was never enough. My younger brothers have always been smarter than me. Hell, Topher’s a fucking genius.” He lets out a wry laugh.I hold my breath. I don’t say a single word because this is what I’ve needed all this time. For him to open up to me. I just want to know who he really is.“It was like, I could never really measure up. But what I could do is try my fucking hardest when it came to the family business. When I was younger, I thought I was going to be the next Don. Then my dad placed that gun in my hand when I was fifteen and told me to shoot. Christian had to do the same when he was sixteen
Take off your shirt,” I command. “Use it to apply pressure.”He stares at me, uncomprehending.I cock my head to the side. “Do you want to die?” I ask calmly. He hurriedly shakes his head before doing as I asked. I smile. “Well done. Your arms next.”“It hurts, doesn’t it?” I ask, staring at him. “You should have thought things through before going after my girl.”“No!” Tori yells, distracting me. I look up at my girl, feeling something clench in my chest. Fuck. I can’t believe I almost lost her. “That’s enough.”“No, it’s really not,” I say, shaking my head.“Please, don’t kill him,” she says, her eyes welling up with tears.I clench my jaw. “Of course I’m going to kill him. He just hasn’t suffered enough, and I’d hate for him to bleed out too early.”“Carlo, you have. You’ve tortured him enough. Look at him.”I grit my teeth. This wasn’t what I had in mind for Marino. But I can hear the hysteria in her voice, the way it quivers. She’s been through enough. And it’s Tori. There’s not
I’m trembling uncontrollably too terrified to move or think clearly. What’s happening down there? With three cars, how many men is Sebastian facing on his own? I’ve got to help him!I set the gun down and fish in the backpack for a flashlight. I find it and switch it on to light up the space. I stick my arms through the sleeves of the shirt and pull on the jogging pants. The bag also contains wads of cash, a cell phone, false IDs for us, another gun, and some energy bars and water.I hear muffled noises, the crashing of glass, and the bumping of furniture being knocked over.“Oh, God, Ben,” I cry, clamping my hands over my mouth. I know Bash told me to stay insideI grab the gun out of the bag and stick in my pants pocket. I take the gun Bash gave and bring it to bear. I struggle with the door for a bit but manage to yank it open. I’m dripping with sweat as I shove the boxes aside.I pause as I stand in the closet, mentally preparing myself to do what needs to be done. I could be
I grit my teeth, I’d prayed it'd never get this far. But desperate times…I find the video and open it for him.He watches it eagerly, a slow ugly grin spreads across his face. “Send me this video.”My instincts tell me this is a huge mistake, but what choice do I have if I want his support? “Is that really necessary?”The color rises in his face. “You want my support, you give me the collateral I need. Who knows what this girl will do? She could be the very weapon used to destroy you!”“She won’t because there’s more at stake than just her career.”His eyes narrow as he glares at me. “What else?”“She’s pregnant, we just found out. Our child will serve as the guarantee on her silence.”His expression turns a degree more devious. “Yes, yes. This could work.”I feel like a fucking fiend for even suggesting our child could be used as leverage, but I know it’ll never come to that. This is just a bargaining chip to get what I need right now and that’s Victor Volkov’s backing.“You
Fine, fine, it’s your life.”“It’s our life,” I say firmly. “We’ll work through it, just not now. Can you give me that?”She nods. “Sure.” Her eyes brighten. “Can we go see Red Square now? I’m dying to see the iconic St. Basil cathedral.”“Let’s go.” I toss a few ruble bills on the table and rise. I grab my backpack off the chair as Chleo adjusts her jacket.We spend the rest of the day winding our way around the city, visiting several iconic landmarks.We strolled through the grand entry way with towering columns down toward the fountains. Before entering, Chloe had said she was exhausted, but she had a new burst of energy upon seeing the beauty of the park. Several friendly park goers offered to take our photo, so we’d have plenty to remind us of the wonderful day we’d enjoyed.Once again, seeing it all with Chleo made it magical and creates memories that I’ll always treasure. I look at the happy couples walking by pushing strollers with their babies. And I envision Chleo and
My legs give way and I crumble to the floor. Hot tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. All this time I’d been strutting around here acting like I was God’s gift to the medical world, all the while Ben knew the truth and said nothing. I am so humiliated.I feel Ben near me. Hear his voice in my ear. “I’ll give you the world, Chleo, whatever you want. But don’t youevertake me for granted or try to dismiss me. Your career and the hospital aren’t the center of your universe…I am.” He then takes me by the hands and gently lifts me to my feet. “The private jet leaves for Moscow in 2 hours, you need to be ready.”Feeling utterly deflated, I allow Ben to lead me up the stairs to finish packing. I feel so utterly disillusioned and uncertain. What do I do with this information about the residency? What do I do about this pregnancy? I am so lost and torn.And now I must fly thousands of miles away to a place I’ve never been with this man whom I love but hardly Nathan chartered for our