Becca.I don't know what it was I was expecting when Neal said he had an island home, but it definitely wasn't a small remote island just off the coast of New Zealand, cut off completely from the outside world.Though that would have been the common sense thing.The moment we'd arrived here, I found myself a little taken aback by exactly how remote this place was. Crystal-clear blue water surrounded the island, and with all the lush greenery around, it added a calming atmosphere."This is beautiful," I muttered softly before turning my gaze to Neal, who stood behind me. "How the hell did you find this place?"Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced around at the small wooden home with large windows overlooking the ocean only a hundred feet away. It wasn't the biggest of homes, and in fact, it reminded me of the small apartment I shared with Tally once upon a time. "It was for sale, and I bought it," he muttered before turning and walking back outside.His behavior was wei
Allegra.I hated how Becca had to find out about Layla and me, but there was no way to really have prevented that. I should have known, eventually, she would have found out, but I wish it would have been me telling her instead of her walking in on me kissing the girl.Things with Layla happened unexpectedly. Gradually over time, we grew feelings for each other, and I had never been opposed to having a relationship with the same sex. In fact, I had sexual relations with Becca on one occasion, with James watching and participating as well. The whole thing with Layla, though, was unexpected. Late one night, we sat outside, upset about how our lives had taken a turn. She was there for me, and in casual conversation, we kissed, which ended up leading to a whole lot more. Next thing I knew, we were stealing every second we could get alone to share those private moments, and no matter how much I tried to convince her to leave so she would be safe, she refused. She didn't want
Becca.The storms that had come in the night before were rougher than I had expected. However, through the whistling wind and cracks of lightning, I found solace in being wrapped up in bed with both children in my arms. The future was changing, and for the first time in months, I let my mind wander to James.To the deep darkness of his eyes and the warm touch of his body against mine. I wished more than anything he was here with me to relish in moments like this with the children and to see them both growing. I had to admit I was lonely, and even though I could admit it to myself, I couldn't admit it to anyone else.The last thing I wanted was for the others to be worried about me.Especially when I had taken so much for granted over the past year. In the morning light, I crept out of bed and went to the kitchen to fix a warm drink. Then, standing at the window in the living room, I looked out upon the water and sipped upon the hot cup of coffee in my hand. From what I kn
James.As soon as I managed to get things situated with my uncle, I took the next private flight out headed for New Zealand. I was tired of counting on someone else to keep what belonged to me safe. I had shit to correct and things to make right, and now was the time to do it. With everything going on and too many whispers circulating around the Michaelson brothers moving in on Neal, I couldn't hold off in the hope he would be able to handle his shit.From the sounds of it, he had not a single f*cking clue what he was doing.The moment the plane finally landed in New Zealand, I took in the same beauty that must have captivated Becca to begin with. Everything was so green, and the atmosphere of the place when you stepped off the plane was just—breathtaking."Damn, this place is nice," Tony, my right hand said as he stepped off the plane behind me. "Sucks, we have to go back to Italy."Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I shook my head with a small laugh. "Well, m
Becca.Too much time had passed since Neal had been gone, and as the sun slowly crossed over in the sky, I became more and more worried about what was going on. I tried a few times on the satellite phone to get hold of him, and yet, there was nothing. Nothing, but ringing and my constant aggravation over the entire situation."Nothing yet?" Layla had asked me this at least a dozen times, and as I turned to her shaking my head with a sigh, I saw the disappointment in her eyes."I'm sure everything is fine," I muttered quickly, pushing a smile on my face. "They just got wrapped up in things. Had there been an issue, the men outside would have come to say something."No matter how often I tried to reassure her, I could tell she didn't believe me. She had already cried more than once today, and I felt terrible for it, but at the same time, there was nothing I could do. I was just as much in the dark as she was."Okay, I'm going to find something to make for dinner. The kids
Becca.I stormed past Layla and the kids, going to my room. Neal was right, I was lucky we had packed everything. I might have thrown things, otherwise.The door to the bedroom opened, however, before I could lock it."Becca," James said in a warning tone, "we really don't have time for this.""We're going to make time," I replied, folding my arms over my chest. "I can't believe you'd just show up here, thinking I'd f*cking prance away with you like some mindless bimbo."James took a deep breath. "I don't think you're a mindless bimbo. But I do think you're rather stupidly fighting with me right now when you should be getting yourself and the children out of danger. You want to scream at me? Hit me? Accuse me of God knows what? F*cking fine, Becca, but do it on the jet."I bit back a why-would-I-go-anywhere-with-you retort. James was right. We needed to leave before Neal's past came to our doorstep. I'd learned that the hard way with Xavier Michaelson in the grocery store p
James.My stomach dropped to my toes. "You want to leave and take the kids with you?" I inferred."Yes. They deserve a better life, a happier one, and not to mention, a safer life than you can ever give them. So whether it's New Zealand or somewhere else, I intend to make something pure and wholesome for them. Far away from you, from Neal, from Allegra, and your problems," Becca confirmed.I scowled. "Those are my child and my grandchild. You can't just take them away from me."Becca shrugged. "You're dead, and Tally gave custody of Alessandro to me, so, it would seem I can take them away from you. And I will.""I don't intend to stay dead. Everyone who wasn't supposed to know I was alive knows I'm alive. There's no point in hiding it anymore. Besides, I left witness protection the moment I left Japan," I said."Japan…" Becca's eyebrows drew together. Then her eyes widened. "You're the one who sent the box!"I inclined my head. "Guilty as charged. I wanted Dahlia to have
Becca.Italy was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. History radiated off of every building, the Roman statuary and architecture were exquisite, and the weather was beautiful. From the moment we touched down at the Aeroporto di Firenze-Peretola, when I hadn't been helping Layla mind the children, I'd been glued to my window, staring out at the Tuscan city of Florence.We took several dark sedans. I was again sitting next to Layla in the back seat of one, a child each in our arms. James was the front passenger, and Tony drove again.My father and stepmother were in another car.The windows on all the sedans were heavily tinted, but that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the view from my side of the glass."Having fun?" James asked from the front seat.I realized then he'd been glancing back from time to time, always seeing me pressing my face to the window like a kid outside a candy shop. "It's okay," I said indifferently.James chuckled at my answer. Both of