“What about your decision to keep seeing me at the hospital even though I wasn’t even your patient?” I fire off the questions like bullets. “What about your decision to go on a date with me? What about your decision to come back to my house and sleep with me? To live with me, to drive my car and wear this ring as a promise of our future together!” Her eyes are tearing up and she’s moving away from me toward the edge of the bed. But I keep coming, having this all pent up inside. “You’re in gross violation of the medical standards for your profession as a result of failing to report the gunshot wounds you treated!” Her face is twisted with bitter anger and fear. “I did it all for you and now you throw it back in my face!” She climbs off the bed and makes toward the bathroom. “You unbelievable asshole!” I fly after her and shoulder the bathroom door open when she tries to shut it on me. “You did it for me? Why, Chleo? Why’d you do it?” I shout. “I thought you needed my help!” she sc
Content with that knowledge, we drive the rest of the way home in silence, but our hands remain joined.I welcome the return of the routine life back at the hospital. When I check in with Dr. Wood , I recall the information that Ben gave me. Chleo cheated on her medical school exams while she struggled with motherhood. Had she not been dealing with the stresses of a newborn, I’ve no doubt she’d have been capable of passing them on her own merit. But this information certainly cast her in a whole different light. She’s fallible and doesn’t deserve to be on any pedestal we students have placed her on.“Good morning, Dr. Wood,” I say with a knowing smile when I run into her at the nurses’ station.“Chleo.” She smiles back apprehensively as if she suspects something is up but hasThings are pretty slow today. No interesting procedures taking place in the OR, at least nothing I’m interested in adding to my procedures list. So, I stick to the , lending a hand wherever I can.While I’m
“The cuffs won’t be necessary if you agree to come quietly, Ms. Wood,” Roberts says holding up his hand. “Back off, Jim. Leave her be. I think she knows we mean business.”Hall backs down and I have to wonder if this had all been rehearsed ahead of time as a scare tactic. I must say, it’s working.“Look, Ms. Wood,” Roberts says, “We all know you’re lying, but I suspect that you’re afraid of what will happen to you if you rat out your mobster boyfriend.” He gives me a sympathetic smile. “We don’t want you, and I’d honestly hate to ruin your career. You give us what we want, and we’ll make this all go away. Alright?”I look away from him, but nod.“You’re an aspiring doctor, you know you don’t have a future with that low-life, scumbag. You had your fun with the pretty bad boy, but now it’s time to hand him over and we’ll see that no harm comes to you. We handled plenty of cases like this, we know what we’re doing.”“H-how will telling you how I got there help you get Nathan if he h
“I’ve been conducting my own investigation on agents Roberts and Hall. At least I know why Hall always acts like someone pissed in his cornflakes.”Chleo sits forward in her chair. “What did you find out about him?”“He was planning to divorce his wife because he’s been banging a fellow agent for months now. Only his wife just told him that she’s pregnant with their third child. She confronted his lover and told her that if she didn’t leave Hall alone, she’d report them both to the agency which would’ve gotten them both canned. So poor Hall’s lover gave him the boot. So now he’s back full-time with an angry pregnant wife.”Chleo is shaking her head. “That would explain that sour puss face of his.”“And Roberts,” I continue, “About ten years ago he asked the agency for a leave of absence because his wife had terminal cancer. The department was compassionate even though it meant leaving in the middle of a big case he was leading. His wife went into remission, but when he returned th
It’s not so bad,” Chleo says, “Just scootch your tie over that way.”“Can you believe this?” I laugh. “And they call themselves a five-star establishment.”“I know, it’s shocking really,” she says over enthusiastically like someone very nervous about a task they have to perform. What in the blazes did they say“He knows!Getthe warehouse address, then go to the lady’s room!” was the fevered whisper in my ear. They suspect that Ben is aware I’m wearing a wire and is feeding me a line of bullshit. They don’t realize I’m the one who told him.Now I have to ratchet up the frightened little bunny act. In truth, I’m getting a little nervous about how this is going to go down now that they think they need to rescue me from Ben. It could get downright ugly.I take a big swig from my wine glass.“Chleo, are you alright?” Ben asks.I nod and glance away from him. “I know we don’t want to talk about shop anymore, but I’m a little nervous about the big match reveal for the residency selectio
Ben glances up at him. “Please tell me they fired the other fellow.”The waiter looks confused. “I’m sorry…is there anything else that I can get you?”“We’re fine, thank you,” I say, feeling sorry for the poor guy. My gaze drifts back over to where agent Mitchel is standing. Obviously, she’s still not convinced I’m out of the woods yet. Or is she finally beginning to suspect that Ben and I orchestrated this whole charade? When I ran out to her with the dress so that she could sew in the wire, I’d put on quite the act about how anxious I was about the whole thing. That they needed to stay close because if Ben ever found out I’d betrayed him, I was a dead woman for sure.I’d refused their request to plant listening devices in our home but had reluctantly agreed to wear the wire. I realized this was another major turning point, my chance to cut Ben loose and take my chances. I could always claim that I’d operated on his brother Ms and his best friend Stieg under duress and throw myse
I rejoin the call, but it takes about twenty minutes for me to stop smiling like a besotted schoolboy. Suddenly, even the impending trip to Moscow doesn’t seem so perilous as I begin to believe that this might all work out.I’m not so naïve as to think I shouldn’t prepare for the worst but at least now I feel I have just cause to hope for the best. Now I just need to figure out how to frame the Moscow trip to Chleo.I decided not to raise the topic of the Moscow trip over dinner. This was Chleo night, and I didn’t want anything to diminish her joy or take the spotlight off her significant accomplishments. We did spend time discussing where we’d go during her summer break before her residency began, but I was careful to avoid any discussion of Moscow.She was radiant, absolutely glowing over the prospects for the future. I was delighted when she slipped in that it wouldn’t be too out of the question to set a wedding date. This had to mean that she had truly come to grips with the co
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
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