I ensure Elena is aware that Claire is staying back before leaving for the precinct. My driver was already parked outside and I simply gave him the address to the precinct.As I’m walking in, I see a lot of buzz and realize they were all trying to move hastily to find Claire’s first attacker. Word must’ve spread that my incentive was not real but paid with no questions asked. I watch Mason as he makes his way towards me.“Come on. We’ve got an interrogation to do. I follow Mason to his police car and hop in. Now that my wife’s attacker, Roman, was arraigned, all interrogations had to be held in the county jail.“Any rules I need to follow?” I ask out of courtesy. I can’t guarantee my behavior at its best. He did disfigure Claire’s hand after all.“You can’t physically attack him. And you can’t ask questions pertaining to his case without his attorney present.”“Is that all?” Mason nods in confirmation.“Well this is going to be easier than expected.”“Well there’s only one small issue
I slipped. The first time I had ever ratted and I slipped. I said one word too many. Francisco was not going to like this but I needed to reduce my sentence if I wanted to get into prison sooner. The trial meant I would be left without contact for up to two years. A plea deal meant I would be seen within two weeks to accept my deal and be transferred to the prison where I could obtain a phone and speak to my uncle. Most importantly, warn him about Charlotte.I walk into a separate room with my attorney.“I think that’s gone well, Roman. You only have to serve eighty percent of your sentence and with good behavior, you’ll be out in less time than that.”“I don’t intend on staying here for twenty years. There’s no women in here.” I shrug.“A valid point. Is there anything you’d like me to share with your uncle on your behalf.”“Yes. Tell him when the cats are away, the rats will play. He will know what to do with that information.”“Okay. I’ll motion for your court date to be extradited
Roman’s attorney finally calls me to give me word on my nephew. I hurriedly answer the phone and hold my finger up to Charlotte.“How is he?” I ask sternly. I had no interest in small talk. I would have to tell my sister he was in jail.“He is fine. He had a message for you today.” His monotone voice told me that this wasn’t good.“What is it?”“When the cats’ away, the rats will play.” I freeze in my pace as I hear his message. Roman never ratted and I’m unsure why he would choose to now. What did he say?“What was said?” “Confidentiality restricts me from saying anything until his sentencing. You know that, Francisco.” He was right. I couldn’t risk any harm to my nephew but Charlotte needed to be protected.“What was he looking at?” “Forty five to sixty years. His DNA was found in other crime scenes and the systems have changed. They were more efficient now. I believe it has to do with his last customs’ husband.”“The billionaire?” Surely he did not mean Leonardo.“Yes, I’m sorry
I heard the door close downstairs as I tried to work on my tablet. I could barely even hold my stylus in my right hand. I hurriedly put my tablet and stylus in the nightstand - ashamed of my failed attempts and continues unpacking. Elena had done most of the work but I asked that she leave some things for me to put away. A therapy of sorts. I was hanging up the gown I had worn to my award ceremony when Leo entered the room.“That gown looked so beautiful on you.”“Thank you.” I turn to see the stress pressed on his face.“What’s wrong?” I ask as I lead him to the bed to have a seat and remove his suit jacket as best I can with my one working hand. He takes the jacket from my hand and motions for me to sit at the vanity just across from him.“I have good news and bad news. I’d rather not share the bad news but it would be unfair not to let you decide whether you’d like to hear it not.”“Okay. Can you share the good news first?” I hold his hand to comfort him as I watch him draw a larg
Having Claire’s forgiveness and understanding was an immense weight off of my shoulders. Although the guilt was still present after Roman expressed that Claire’s attacks and the woman orchestrating them were all because of me. I couldn’t think of a single person who would want to get to me by hurting Claire, especially a woman. Claire had never met any of my ex-girlfriends - other than Charlotte and she didn’t exist in my life when those relationships occurred or even remotely near their end. It would make more sense if Charlotte was targeted, she was present throughout all my relationships and frankly, most of them ended because they could barely the idea of me running to another woman’s side.I lay down in bed, contemplating who could’ve done this as I watch Claire sleep peacefully beside me. Things were starting to finally fall into place when her career took off. She was happy. My mother wanted me to be with her. Charlotte had healed from surgery and started her new life. Everyo
I wake up and find that I’m still naked and wrapped in Leo’s arms. I didn’t intend on sleeping with him again but I fell into my routine where I would seek his pleasure not only for myself but for him. I knew it would help him rest better and as his wife, it had become second nature. It didn’t hurt that I also thoroughly enjoyed myself. I feel him twitch in his sleep and I feel his shaft growing inside me again. He had left it in. Truthfully, it made me feel connected in a way. I look up at him and kiss him passionately as i hold his face to mine. He returns the passion and within moments, we’re back to pleasuring each other. This time he takes charge and sits me on top as he sits on his knees. We move in rhythm until again, we reach our maximum. I grab his back with my nails and impulsively tell him how much I love him. After our bodies begin to calm down, he kisses my chest and looks up at me.“Remember when I told you that only I could make you feel this way?” I hear him whisper hu
I couldn’t believe it when Claire finally said yes to being my wife again. I felt like we were in a twilight zone. I made sure to send a text message to my attorney asking that he place the clause into effect - voiding our divorce before going back down for bed with Claire. It wasn’t long before we were fast asleep. I’m awakened by my phone ringing. I look to see it was Mason calling. There must be news, especially if he was calling this early in the morning.“I hope I didn’t wake you, man.”“Don’t worry. What’s going on?” The pleasantries weren’t necessary. He could call at any moment and I’d answer in haste. He was doing me a massive favor. “DNA came back on those cigarettes. I ran it through CODIS and we got a match.”“You know who Claire’s first attacker is?’ I hadn’t expected this to happen so soon. I would have to tell Claire as soon as she woke up.“His name is Mark Siles. He’s a record criminal, holding multiple charges of assault, attempted murder and kidnapping.” I knew wh
I hear Leo’s phone ring and immediately feel a Deja vu moment. I felt as though he’s be leaving to see Charlotte until I feel an ache in my hand. We were in the same place at different times. I ask if he’s going to leave already but I’m pleasantly surprised when he tells me otherwise. He tells me that Mason has found my first attacker and they were setting up a sting operation to capture him safely. Mark Siles. A name to a face that has haunted me for months.I feel an immense fear like a boulder is sitting on my chest. He was dangerous and I fear for Leo’s safety but I also feared how Leo would handle the situation after learning that this man had also kidnapped Charlotte and him long before we were ever married. Leonardo was a man of great pride and I worry that he would act impulsively.We shower and head down for breakfast as the air is filled with sweet and savory scents.“You’ve outdone yourself, Elena!” I hear Leo say as he gestures to the table, it was covered in Belgian waff
I wake up early and head downstairs where I can smell an amazing breakfast brewing. I’m met in the hallway by Jas who seems to have woken from the same heavenly scents.“Wait, you’re not making breakfast?” She looks at me confusingly as I return the same glance back at her.“Jas, I can’t cook. I thought it was you.” I say with a shrug.“Well, I’m not that great of a host.” She shrugs as we both think and reach a moment of realization. Was Claire cooking? We rush down the stairs in unison to find Claire adorned with an apron that covers only the front of her pregnant belly as she takes some bacon off of the griddle. On the table, there is an array of foods. Waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausage, maple syrup and French toast. We watch in silence as we see her continue to pull food from the griddle and plate it. It isn’t until she tries to move the plates to the table that she notices us. She jumps for a moment and then lets out a small smile.“I didn’t know you were guys were standing there
I leave the hotel with more confusion than when I had arrived. Dalia had brought my ex-lover Julia. A woman I thought to be dead and she had brought her alive and well - carrying my son. I try making sense of it all as Enzo drives me back to the safe house to wait for the attorney to appear and collect payment.“Is everything alright, boss?” He asks as he drives.“No.” I respond blankly as I stare out the window, recounting what I had just witnessed.“I can go back alone and end this, if you’d like.” He offers as we continue driving.“No. No one is to touch Dalia without an order.” I say strongly.“What happened up there? I was almost certain you’d have killed her by now.” He asks.“She brought a gift for me. She brought her sister and my son.” I admit as we reach the house.“Julia’s alive?” He asks in shock. My men were aware of my relationship with her from the very beginning. An effort on my part to make sure she was also protected.“Yes. I saw her.” “We have an heir.” He smiles a
Tick. Tick. Tick.I watch the clock on the wall strikes an hour since my arrival and I’m thankful for the ticking of the hands being the only noise in my roomWhy would Leo put me here? I’m not crazy. Claire is the problem. I curl my knees up to my chest and hug them tightly as I sit in the luminous lighting against the cold wall touching my bed.“I have to get out of here.” I whisper to myself as if someone would even hear me.“You can leave these walls but I will never leave your side.” I hear the echo of my mother’s voice.“What the hell do you want from me? You’re dead. You’ve been dead.” I say in snarky tone as I look into her cold eyes. She stood at the end of my bed.“I want you to confess.” She says gravely.“What would I have to confess?” “That you killed your own mother.” “I’m not doing that.” The memory of a corpse was not going to convince me to confess to killing my mother. I turn away from her and face the wall as I lay down. “You don’t exist. You’re just a figment of
It’s late when I get a call from Chief Commissioner Mason.“Sorry to bother you, but I have some news. If it alright if I stop by?”“Of course.” I reply as I get up and wait for the front door bell. It had to be important if Mason was stopping by at this hour. Did something happen to Leo?I open the door the moment it rings and I see Mason waiting, I motion for him to come in and lock the door behind him. We walk over to the living room and sit down.“I didn’t bring juice this time since it’s late. But I did bring you a fruit cup.” He holds it out for me and I smile softly as I take it.“You’re lucky it’s close to juice.” He lefts out a small laugh at my response. “What’s going on?” “Well I got a call from Leo just an hour ago.”“Is he alright?” I interrupt.“Yes. Charlotte was in sort of manic episode and refused to leave his house. She threatened to kill you.” I catch my breath in my throat and feel a knot forming in my stomach.“W-why? I left Leo alone.” I stutter as I feel my bod
After my meltdown and discovering some things in Francisco’s past, I began hearing my mother’s voice again. She was haunting me and I knew I wanted to see Leo to calm myself. I drive the only car available to his house and knock on the door. Elena cracks the door open and tells me that Leo is not home. A answer I refused to accept. She stood in my way as much as Claire. I try shoving the door open but she slams it shut in response and locks it. Feeling defeated, I sit on the doorstep and stare at the pavement for what felt like eternity. Then I see Leo’s driver drop him off as he parked the town car and I wait for him to notice my presence. I expected him to at least be happy to see me but his face expressed nothing but disdain. He didn’t expect me or want me there.He tries to tell that he will never choose me and that it’s Claire - it’s fucking Claire. And the next thing I know, the Chief Commissioner is detaining me at Leo’s request and taking me to the car. How could Leo do this
I arrive at home and see an unknown vintage car is parked on my property. I was in no mood for company unless it was Claire’s. I send a photo of the license plate Mason and he asks that I remain inside as the vehicle belong to the mafia leader Francisco who has just escaped prison. But I see something even more shocking as I get closer to my front door. Charlotte is there sitting on the pavement outside my front door. Her hair is disheveled and her clothes are wrinkled. She looks to be a complete disarray. I text Mason back, letting him know that Charlotte was here and there was no sign of Francisco. “Charlotte?” I ask in disbelief as I approach the front steps. “Oh. Leo, I’ve been waiting for you to get back.” She looks to have been crying. “Are you okay?” I ask as she begins to stand. “No. I was thinking about what you said and I think you should reconsider. I would’ve waited inside but Elena refused to let me in.” “That’s because you’re not welcome here anymore.” I say coldly a
I missed sleeping in an actual bed as I stretch out my limbs and see it is the next morning. The attorney texted and confirmed his flight. Soon he’d arrive here, pay Charlotte’s father a visit and come to collect his payment but I had to sense in waiting for him. I needed to catch up to whatever Dalia had done while I was locked up.“Enzo!” I beckon my henchman and watch as he comes in.“Have you seen or heard anything about Dalia? Enzo was always on the avenue and overseeing our territories. If the streets were talking, he’d be listening.“Last notice I got was that she was staying at the Hilton hotel just downtown. I placed a few men there. They haven’t seen anything suspicious.” “Good. We’re going to pay her a visit today.” I smile lightly as I imagine the fear in her face as I come to find her. And for a second, I feel guilt. Her sister would be disappointed if she were here to witness all that had happened.I get dressed and have Enzo drive downtown. The drive is lengthy but I w
I see Nathan’s face line with confusion at the mention of Jordan. I knew our line of work wasn’t large and there must be something he must’ve heard about Jordan.I hear him question the name I had just mentioned.“Yes. I dated Jordan. He’s the owner or was the owner of a construction company here in the city and I had gone to architectural school with him years ago.” I explain.“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.” He seemed to be upset in his remembrance of that name.“Did you know Jordan?” I ask curiously.“Actually, yes. I did a job or two with him when he first opened his company. I thought he had a pretty good vision but come to find out, he’s been fucking my wife.” I could see the rage painted across his face. Jordan had overstepped once again and this time, he involved himself in someone else’s marriage.“I’m so sorry, Nathan. I didn’t know. Was this recent?” When had this started? From my understanding, he had been going through mediations and his divorce for jus
I peak downstairs as I hear the front door open. I hoped to see Claire had returned. I’ve taken a liking to her company. I see her come in with her husband behind her. And the from the looks of it, he didn’t enjoy my waiting. I come down the stairs casually and head to the kitchen. I grab myself a soda when I hear footsteps behind me.“Spying on my wife?” I hear Leo say from close behind me. I turn to see he is just an arms reach away.“I just wanted to make sure she made it back alright.” I say as I open my soda and take a drink.“Why wouldn’t she? She was with me.” His tone was unenthused.“Well, she disclosed her attacks. I felt it was only right to check on her.”“Is that all?” He asks presumptuously.“What do you mean?” “Well, I’ve heard the news that you’re going through a divorce and I just want to make myself clear when I say this - Claire is my wife. She is carrying my children and I won’t tolerate you disrespecting that.” He stands firm - assuming it’s an intimidation tacti