I lie beside Thomas in bed at night with this feeling that the whole world is collapsing all around me. He fast asleep, but I haven’t been able to sleep a wink. The conversation I had with Evan has been haunting me. I get physically sick every time I remember those flowers and the note hidden among them. It’s just too much. I’m living an actual nightmare. I never knew Evan to be so sick and fucked in the head, but what do I know about him at the end of the day? I never knew him that well. He presented himself as someone honest and solid, then abruptly became the worst person I’d ever met in my life. It would be senseless to assume that he wasn’t always like this. I want to turn on my side, but Thomas’ arm is around me, and I don’t want to wake him. He’s been asking me if something is wrong the whole night, and I’ve been lying straight to his face. Here’s the thing: How do I take care of this in the less destructive way possible? I don’t want to alert Thomas that anything is wron
Once I close the car’s door, I start to feel significantly better than I’ve felt all day. Thomas’ energy is so uplifting. He’s such an energetic person with the kind of warmth and optimism that’s contagious. Earlier today, I was crying because of the conversation I had with Anthony. I’m hurt. Hearing those words from someone I consider a parental figure cut me deep, and I’m not sure I’m going to recover from them anytime soon. One thing I know for sure is that I do not have feelings for Evan. I’m pretty certain of that. I like Thomas, and I would never hurt him. He’s good to me, and he respects me. I feel better when I’m next to him, so why can’t that be enough? What is enough?Thomas places his hand on my thigh, pulling me from my thoughts. I look away from the window and settle my eyes on him instead. He smiles, and I mirror him. I can tell that he wants to ask me what’s wrong, but he’s since given up. “We’ll have a blast,” is all he says. “I can’t wait to be in that dance floor
Evan’s POVI keep a close eye on Leo, even through the dancing bodies. It’s easier for me to remain hidden while staring at her, although she has been making it hard for me because he constantly looks around, and I have no doubt that it’s me she’s searching for. She knows me so well, my darling mate. I wonder if she knows that I own the place. If so, how would she react?I was tired of watching her through the security cameras outside. It wasn’t hard to find out that Thomas was coming for the birthday party of the brat that used to work for him, so I had my manager approach them with a package deal, and then my security guard went to call Leo and Thomas in. If they never made it to the club, that wouldn’t be fun, now would it?I need her in here. I have plans for her. When she was in Thomas’ territory, all I could do was watch. It’s different this time around. Now, she’s here, where I’m the leader. Where I’m in control. And there’s no escaping for her. I’m enjoying this game more
Evan continues pushing his erection against my hip, grinding against me, and this devilish thought makes me shift my hips so he’s pressing it right into my center, causing a pained sound to leave my lips. I feel him smiling against my lips. He’s enjoying this, the sick fuck. He’s enjoying claiming me by force in this way, and the worst part? I’m enjoying it even more even though I’m repulsed by my actions. I can’t push him away. My wolf is fully embracing him and this moment, and right now, being taken and fucked hard by him is all that’s on my mind. Thomas…I don’t know where he goes. Right now, it’s like he doesn’t even exist, and it scares me how quickly I forget about him. But even this thought disappears and is replaced instead by Evan’s hand closing around my throat. He squeezes it gently before moving his warm hand down my chest and the space between my breasts. Our tongues are fighting for dominance, and he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he leads the kiss, leaving me frust
Our lips are still locked in a kiss when he lines the thick and moist tip of his cock with my entrance. He pushes in slowly, making me stretch around him. We both moan when he slides all the way into me, and he presses in deeply. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes when he pulls himself almost all the way out before hammering into me. My breasts jostle when he thrusts into me, and a pained moan leaves my lips. “Do you feel that?” he asks, panting. “Can you tell the difference between being fucked by other men and being fucked by me, the one you belong to?”My head nods. It has a mind of its own. I can barely keep my eyes open. He thrusts into me in long, hard strokes, and I’m stretched around him, still getting used to his size. It’s so good that it’s almost painful. “Fuck,” he groans while pushing harder into me, hard enough to make me cry out. “The thought of another man seeing you like this and feeling you around them makes me mad, Leo
“Thomas,” I say just before I get close to him. He snaps his head in my direction, and a look of absolute relief overtakes his features as he races toward me. I’m reeking of another man’s touch—Evan’s scent is all around me—and I wonder how long it’ll take him to detect it. Thomas crashes into me and holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. Tears cloud my vision, but I keep them at bay for now. I want to do what I have to do privately so I don’t humiliate him in front of his friends. He doesn’t deserve that. “Where were you, baby?” he asks as he pulls away and holds me at arm’s length. “Where were you? What happened? I lost my mind looking for you! I thought something bad happened!”“Something bad did happen,” I tell him in a low voice. I watch his eyes go wide with fear, and I place my hand on his forearm and add, “Let’s get out of here. Please. I have to talk to you.”Thomas nods. He looks so damn afraid. He’s probably imagining the worst. That I’ve been hur
I pay Bethany what I owe her, and she’s a dear for not asking me what’s wrong because I definitely look like I’ve been crying and have no way of hiding it. Thankfully, Victor is asleep, so I won’t have to face him while looking like a mess. The first place I go after closing the door is the bathroom. I peel my clothes off and get in the shower. The water is scalding hot, but it helps me feel like I’m actually getting clean. I’m so damn ashamed of myself. I went my whole life thinking I was a good person, but then I go ahead and do this. Anthony was right to be mad at me, and speaking of which, after I get out of the shower, I’ll call him. I need his words of wisdom right now, and I’ll listen to everything he says because he’s never wrong. I was. I am. I wash Evan off me as quickly as I can, but I end up staying in the shower for about an hour. My skin is completely pink by the time I step out of it, but at least I don’t smell like him anymore. I stare at my reflection in the mirr
Evan’s POV The morning feels brighter than all the other ones I’ve had, even though it didn’t end the way I expected it to. I thought Leo and I would be riding together in the sunset, clapping hands and promising to love each other to the very end of our days, but she’s stubborn, that one. She’s determined to fight this to the very end. She’s in luck, because I’m not going to give up on her, not when I’ve just gotten reacquainted with the way she tastes. Last night, I had the best fucking sex of my entire life. She’s a perfect fit for me. Everything about her drives me insane, from the way she moves her hips to how she moans my name right before she comes. I still woke up with the imprints of her nails on my shoulders. They’ll heal soon, unfortunately, but at least I got to see them. I lean back in my office chair. I have a shit ton of work, and I should get started, but I’ve been lost in my thoughts the whole morning. It feels good to be distracted by something pleasant for once
The longer I stare at Anthony and he doesn't wake up, the more I panic. What if he's dead? What if I didn't just slam the vase in his head for him to pass out? I walk around him, trying to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t appear to be breathing, but maybe I’m just panicking way too much. So, I try not to panic and wait for him to stir, which he hasn’t done in the last ten minutes since I’ve been here standing over him. I decide that I’ve had enough. If he’s dead, then I’d rather know now than wait for longer. I kneel down, barely breathing as I reach out, and press two fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. My own heartbeat is so loud that it drowns out everything else. But then—a faint throb under my fingertips. He’s alive.I let out a sharp exhale of relief, though it’s short-lived. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, a groggy confusion clouding his gaze as he begins to stir and come to his senses. For a moment, he looks like he doesn’t recognize me, his gaze unfocused
Evan’s POV The road stretches out in front of me, winding and dark. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, but I can’t let myself loosen my grip—not until I have him back. The text from her still sits on the screen beside me, her message short and mocking. It’s an address, nothing more, like a command.I’m not entirely sure of what to expect from this. Is she mocking me? Did she believe me when I said that I wanted to be with her?I know her well enough, since we’ve been together for quite some time. She wants me to come crawling. To say I was wrong, that I never should’ve left her. She thinks she has that kind of power over me, and I’ll let her believe it. I’ll say whatever she needs to hear, promise her the world if that’s what it takes to get my son back. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do whatever is necessary. I’ll be selfless for once. My stomach twists at the thought, a bitterness that feels like swallowing nails, but there’s no other way.I turn off the main roa
Evan’s POVI call Phillippa, and she doesn’t answer the phone. It’s not off, so she’s probably staring at her phone and smiling to herself as she watches her screen light up with my name flashing across it. “Bitch,” I curse before groaning in frustration. Each passing second deepens the knots in my stomach. Victor’s gone, and every instinct in my body screams to find him, to bring him back where he belongs. I didn’t even think that I had it in me to feel so much paternal instinct. I barely know him, yet my despair would’ve been the same even if I’d raised him his whole life. I’ve lost count of the calls I’ve made by now, and I still have no answers. Even some of the men who once were on my side won’t answer the phone. Then again, they were Montgomery contacts, not mine. Every lead has crumbled, and I’m left staring at the emptiness of my own mistakes.I’m fucked, through and through. I should be leaving the city by now if I have any hopes of escaping the bullshit investigation tha
I shove Anthony off of me with all my strength, and even that doesn’t feel enough to completely shake his touch off. It seems this terrible night is determined not to end. It’s like a never-ending nightmare. A surge of disgust and anger rips through me. I can’t believe he’s done this. That he would try to kiss me. I’ve always seen him as a father figure, so this really messes with me more than words can say. He stumbles back, his eyes widening with shock, but his shocked expression quickly changes into a bitter scowl. "Milena," he says, his voice low and edged with that same twisted need he’s tried to rationalize as love only a few moments ago. “You don’t understand. Everything I’ve done... I did for you. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again until you understand. Until it sinks into your thick skull!”“For me?” I hiss, my voice shaking with disbelief and rage. “You murdered Thomas. You tortured Evan. And now you think you can stand here and—what? Kiss me? Confess some sick
Sitting alone in my apartment while Evan goes hunting for our son is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. The silence in the apartment is almost unbearable, pressing down on me with a weight I can't carry. I sit on the edge of the sofa, staring blankly at the door, waiting for it to open, and for Evan to walk into the apartment with Victor safe in his arms. The ache in my chest is relentless; a mixture of fear and guilt and helplessness that threatens to consume me.It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. This despair is unlike any other. There’s no pain worse than having my son taken away from me by some lunatic with the worst of intentions. I’d been a fool to leave him by myself. I was irresponsible. If anything happens to Victor, I’ll blame myself forever. I’ll never get over it. Not ever. Phillippa took him—our son, my sweet Victor. It’s hard to even wrap my mind around the reality of it, that she would go so far, that she would hurt Evan and me by taking the one th
Evan’s POVThe taxi stops outside Leo’s apartment building, and she pays the nosy asshole before we step outside. Leo opens the door and exits the car quickly. She’s moving fast, her body almost vibrating with energy. She’s probably in shock, maybe in pain after everything that’s happened, but right now, she’s got one focus, and that’s Victor. I don’t mind it. At least one of us should get there fast and make sure that that fuck isn’t there, hurting him. I’ve promised her that I have a place where I can put her and Vic for a while, at least just until she can get to the bottom of this. I’d follow her up the stairs, but I know that I’m not going to be able to make it. I watch her disappear inside the building for a moment, feeling that pull again, that sense of her slipping through my fingers, just like she did once before. But I don’t have time to think about that now. But this is different. Now, we have a sort of understanding with each other. She’s not going to run away. Where wo
After a few minutes of messing with the chains, I finally figure out how to release him. Evan lands on the ground with a thud, and groans in pain as a result. I make my way to his side, wanting to touch him to help him stand up, but then stopping myself. These conflicting emotions will be the end of me. I stare at him as he tries to catch his breath, and for a moment, I feel sorry for him. His eyes meet mine, and within them, I see the same amount of sadness that I feel, but his is blended with disbelief. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says before coughing weakly. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m not...worth it.”His words catch me off guard. “What?”“I deserve what’s being done to me,” he then says before his eyes study my face. His body is shaking, and I’m not sure why. “I’m just glad to know that you’re alright.”I grit my teeth. “That’s not your decision to make, Evan. I’m the one who gets to decide what I do, not you.”He turns on his side, and then peels his shirt from his body, sh
“Why would I tell you anything regarding that?” Anthony says to him in the most cruel voice imaginable. I’ve never heard him use this voice on anyone before. I barely even recognize it. Why has he been keeping Evan here? So, he knew where he was this whole time?I have a terrible feeling in my gut. “I just want to know that she’s safe,” Evan rasps. This is followed by a dull sound, like someone punching a wall of meat, and Evan groans in pain. I cover my mouth with my hand. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why would Anthony do this? Out of all the things he could do, why? Why keep Evan prisoner? He’s clearly hurting him. I came here thinking that I would find a clue concerning whether he killed Thomas or not, but instead, I find this. And there’s no satisfaction in this for me. This is something I never expected from Anthony. I know he hates Evan, but to go to this extent. I almost feel ashamed of my feelings. It’s not like I’m saying this because I care about Evan—he has ruine
“…right, Leo?”I turn my attention back to Anthony, and ask him, “Sorry, what?”Anthony is standing by the window of the living room, eyeing me strangely. He then says, “Are you okay, Leo? Is there something in your mind? You’ve been distracted all day.”“No, I’m fine,” I claim, even though it’s a blatant lie. “Don’t worry about it.”I have to admit that I haven’t been fine since I found that sweater. My spirit is restless, and I have to find out what the hell is going on here. Anthony is hiding things from me. It’s easier to notice this when I’m paying attention, and I can tell the huge difference between his normal state and now. I’m just horrified. The sun behind him is setting, and the fading light casting long shadows across my apartment. I’m sitting on the couch, trying to seem relaxed, but there’s a tightness in my chest that won’t go away. There are times when I think that my suspicions are nonsensical, and that I should just ask him what the sweater was about outright inste