- "An angry man is always a problem," Ethan commented, almost as a threat. Something both men in the car understood were threats.- "Not a corpse"- "Rivera is dead, but the watch is still missing," Banks muttered, and then looked back out the window. By now, not even the absence of his tie could keep him from feeling suffocated.- "You don't seem to be worried," Volkov pondered.- "The house will not fall, Volkov. It will collapse. And I am prepared for that."In fact, Ethan was not afraid of the consequences that awaited him. He knew that his secrets had too high a price, and that they would be paid at some point. You could say that Ethan Banks was eagerly awaiting the day when he would be free of the weight on his shoulders; the guilt he carried.- "I think you gave the watch to Rivera, and then set him up to escape. I think you protected him and his daughter all this time," Volkov guessed, but he could just as easily have been asserting.- "Why would I do that?"- "To ensure he co
The streets of Las Vegas were more beautiful than any other day. Sin City was lit up, although many things were kept in the shadows. The redhead looked out the window, glad that Ethan was by her side.He had looked for her, he had searched for her, he had spent time figuring out where she was. And from the way he looked at Drake and Daliah, it was clear he knew who she would be with.The only thing that could distract Blair was Ethan's hand on her leg, where the fabric of her dress ended. She looked up at him, and found his blue gaze fixed on her. That look said more than words could ever say.The truth was that, after the conversation with Volkov, Ethan couldn't breathe without first knowing where Blair was, who she was with. He was relieved to know that the redhead was at the movies, accompanied by a couple of friends. However, the man still decided that he wanted to see her.Ethan’s tourmaline eyes were like her religion, and the symmetry of his face was her faith. That gaze seemed
- "Please?"Ethan didn't have a second to think, because Blair hugged him. That act was enough to shatter the man into a million pieces. Her delicate arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he felt closer to her than he had ever been before. Ethan didn't understand the erratic beating of his heart, but he knew in that moment that something had changed.The intention was just to take Blair to his apartment so he wouldn't look like a jerk. However, after that hug and begging words, he didn't give himself any other option.- "Fuck yeah"When the elevator reached the thirtieth floor, they stepped out. Those few seconds were empty, as if something was missing. They had spent hours feeling the warmth, the closeness, and the intimacy. Being in that hallway, walking toward the apartment door, without physical contact, was undesirable.Blair opened the unlocked door to her apartment and made room for Ethan to come in. He had been there before, but he hadn't been officially invited.The redhead
- "What happened?" she asked.- "I want to ask you a question," Ethan replied.He felt uncomfortable that Blair could pick up on his mood swings. The man was usually so expressive with her that she didn't realize when he wasn't in his natural state of indifference.- "Okay"- "Who is Davis?"Blair didn't need to think about the question at hand. It was simple. David was her first boyfriend, but he was also her first friend. For many years, he was her only friend. She regretted dating David, because she didn't want to hurt him when she ran away.- "My first boyfriend" she answered sincerely.- "Your first guy?" was the first question he could formulate.Ethan wasn't backward enough to feel jealous, at least that's what he thought. He didn't consider himself a man capable of feeling afraid of losing someone. That's because he'd never had anyone important enough to do so. However, at that moment, by the way his heart was heavy, Banks understood that that answer would bother him.- "Yes,"
- "I can invite Ethan into a conversation. Maybe I can use this information to form a bluff."- "But we still have a problem," Colton rambled.- "Which?"- "What really worries me, Spencer, is what Rivera said before he died."The agent remembered something that had never left his mind. Blair had visited Rivera, then Volkov had visited Rivera. And while Olivia was being suffocated, there was no guarantee that Rivera had not told her everything he knew.- "What do you mean?"- "What if he talked about the woman who picked up the watch?"*Blair walked down the office hallway until she reached the last room, her boss's office. The day in Las Vegas was beautiful, which contributed greatly to the redhead's mood. However, what brightened her morning the most was the memory of Ethan. Him in his bathroom, using his soap and getting to know his products. Him sipping a cup of coffee while reading a message on his cell phone. Him opening the car door for her to get in.She knocked twice on Mich
- "Because I tried to subtly warn you, but you didn't notice." Michele reached out and touched Blair's fingers, as if she was trying to bring comfort to someone she held in high esteem.- "If the Banks family is dangerous, I want to know why," Blair prompted, pulling her hand away from the other woman's reach.- "I can't say," the boss whispered.The redhead knew that Michele was hiding many secrets about the Benedict case. Maybe because she wanted to protect her late husband's image. Maybe because she was under threat.Blair slowly got up from her chair. Her whole body wanted to leave Michele's office and think calmly. All this information meant a lot. Blair knew there were secrets Ethan wouldn't tell her, but she didn't have the courage to accuse him. Maybe her father, George Banks, was a bad person, but Ethan...- "Is he too loyal to seem like a predator?" Michele also stood up as she spoke.- "I need to think. I don't know yet."Blair walked to the door, certain that this conversa
- "Go, go, go!" other men in white clothes pass me. They are running, and enter the room where mom is.She's going to be okay. I asked God to make her well so we can go home and make chocolate cake. Mommy loves chocolate. I want to see my mother. When she sees me, she'll remember that she has to put me to bed before ten o'clock. I hope she doesn't get mad at me for staying up so late, but it's not my fault. It's the doctors' fault for not getting her better soon.- "We're losing her" someone shouts, and I don't know who.- "Not on my watch. Continue with the CPR."I hear a lot of noises coming from Mommy's room. The doctors are loud, but I know they are taking care of her. Mommy is strong too, and she won't cry when she has to get a shot.I walk to the room, because I know they left the door open and I will be able to see her.- "She's not reacting" a girl says.- "Get the defibrillator ready"I don't know what a defibrillator is, it's something only doctors understand. They are very
She herself didn't understand her reaction, as it wasn't the first time she had seen Dora. The truth was that her nervousness came from the fact that it was the first time she had seen her as Ethan's mother, and a possible mother-in-law.Ethan could feel the discomfort in the woman beside him. He had seen her in many relaxed moments to know that this was not one of them. The man rested a hand on the base of Blair's spine, which did little to help her, only taking her nervousness to another zone.- "It's okay, dear. I can show you around the house while dinner is being prepared," Dora suggested.- "Sure, please. I would love to."- "Where's George?" Ethan asked.He had been standing on the helipad for a good few minutes, waiting for the helicopter to arrive. He said it was standard procedure, necessary to make sure nothing went wrong. But deep down, Ethan knew it was just because he couldn't stand the anticipation.- "In the office, dear."- "Okay. Will you be okay with Dorothy?" he tu