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
I take Victor to school, and thankfully, he doesn't notice that there's something amiss with me. I will have to explain to him about Thomas at some point, and that thought makes me physically sick, for some reason. The realization that I won't be seeing them watching TV anymore and bonding over their favorite show breaks me and causes me to tear up on the middle of the street. I compose myself, though. I remember Anthony's words. I mustn't be too hard on myself. The damage is done. No amount of regret will take it back. I have nothing much to do at home, so I decide to walk around the neighborhood. For once, spending money actually helps me relax. Before, money was a source of distress for me because I never had enough. Becoming poor after having been spoiled my whole life was one of the biggest challenges I had to face in this life. I realized that I'd taken it for granted, and my relationship toward money changed entirely because I had to stretch every penny. But now,
Evan’s POVLeo is looking at me like she wants to tear me apart, and honestly, it wounds me. I knew that trying to win her back wouldn’t be easy, but I also never would’ve guessed that she’d be in this state of denial. Goddess, she’s a tough one, but I’m determined. More than ever, actually. I’m a few seconds away from meeting my son, and I feel like a new man. A door opens somewhere down the short corridor, and Victor steps out. He skips toward the table, and then his gleeful expression falters when he sees me seated at the table. He glances at his mother uncertainly, who then opens her arms wide, inviting him into them. “This is a friend of mine. His name is—”“Evan,” Victor says. “I remember you from the lake.”I nod at him. “I remember you, too.”“Why don’t you sit down so we can eat?” Leo says to him. She keeps her tone light, so he doesn’t suspect that anything is wrong. I’d say she’s actually doing a good job. “Evan will be eating with us.”Victor sits down directly across
Evan is getting dressed, and I don’t bother to cover up.He’s seen me completely naked, and he’s tasted every inch of me, so why should I?His eyes are on me, and he looks mildly upset. We stop getting along as soon as the sex is over, and that’s something that I myself can’t control. I know that I can’t fight the way my body feels when he touches me. We have this physical connection that’s otherworldly. He knows my body, and he knows how to get me off in a way that’s so addictive to me, but I can’t find it in me to completely forgive him. Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Nothing makes sense. I started off knowing exactly what I wanted, and now I’ve ended things in the most unpredictable way. Evan heads out without a word, and I don’t know why that’s worse. I’d love to say that he’s just using my body for his pleasure, but that’s not true because there’s no way on earth that he feels more pleasure than I do when he’s fucking me. I turn on my side, complet
I'm in a permanent state of disbelief. Paramedics and officers have been trying to talk to me unsuccessfully for the last ten minutes. Thomas' body is being placed on a stretcher, and his body has been covered with a white sheet. He's gone. Dead. Thomas is dead. I can't believe it. He was alive earlier today, when I talked to him. Goddess, I've been thinking about him all day, and now he’s gone. I never got the chance to truly apologize to him.And that’s not even the worst part. Evan is the one who did this. He did it just to spite me. I didn’t really think that Thomas was in danger. I thought that Evan was a threat but not that he’d go to this extent. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m ridden with guilt and I’m in shock because of what I saw. After the questions are asked, I have no choice but to head to my apartment. I’m not even entitled to get updates because I’m not his girlfriend. I’m not anything to him. Victor is still in the living room when I come in, but he’s
"This is...I have no words, Leo. I really don't." I nod, agreeing with Anthony. We’re sitting side by side on my small table, with coffees in front of us. The tea went to waste when I made it, but I’m drinking the coffee, and it helps me feel a little better because at least there’s something inside my stomach. “He really crossed all the lines that there were to be crossed,” Anthony continues. “This is terrible. To commit murder to prove a point is…he can’t be near Victor. He’s a threat even to you. We have to make a plan and leave all of this behind. I can help you go into hiding. You can’t stay here, Leo.”I pick up my cup and take another sip of the bitter coffee. “I already have a plan,” I inform him.“What? What plan?”“I’m going to bring him down,” I announce. “He’s not going to get away with this.”“Can you prove that he committed the murder?”“No,” I reveal. “I can’t. But that’s not what I’m after. I’m pretty sure that the authorities will discover if any evidence is he left
Evan’s POVWorking hasn’t been easy since yesterday, and I’m forced to put down my pen, and loosen my tie. It’s the damn weekend and I’m in the office instead of doing something else. This won’t do. I have to resolve this matter as quickly as possible. I’m tired of waiting around for Leo to return to her senses and give into this feeling tying us together. Why is she pushing me away? Why is she denying me this?I swivel around in my chair, and stare out the window. My hands are behind my head, and although I’m staring at the world below me distractedly, I’m plotting nonstop. Thomas. He needs to get out of the picture. Once he’s gone, Leo will open her eyes to the world and let go of him. He’s dead weight as it is, and he knows too much. I’ve already given the order, so my men are expected to complete the job by the end of the week. It’ll be a weight off my conscience, that’s for sure. As for Leo, I need to find a way to win her back, but I’ve already tried to redeem myself to no av
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