Lily's POVAs I watched Aiden drive off, a pang of worry shot through me like a bolt of lightning. He looked so troubled, so burdened by something heavy on his mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was keeping something from me, something important."What's wrong with him?" I muttered to myself, my brow furrowed with concern. "Why won't he tell me?"The thought gnawed at me, like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. I wanted to reach out to him, to offer him comfort and support, but I didn't know how to break through the wall he was slowly building around himself again.It reminded me too much of that time, a few months ago, when I'd just met him, and he'd been a dark, sullen man.I sighed heavily, my shoulders sagging with the weight of uncertainty. Ever since Cook's death, things had been difficult for both of us. Aiden had been distant, lost in his own thoughts, and even though he had tried to hide it for my sake, I could still see it.I could see right through him like clear
Lily's POVAs I quietly eased the door open, I slipped into the room, ensuring my footsteps made no sound. My heart raced with each passing second, my breaths shallow and rapid as I surveyed the scene before me.Rocco and his three cohorts stood ominously before Lucas' bed, their imposing figures casting dark shadows across the dim room. Thank God I had told Lucas to turn off the lights before I left. The darkness in the room gave me added security.Relief flooded through me as I caught sight of Lucas, alive and seemingly unharmed, sitting upright in bed, facing the intruders with an eerie calmness."Good afternoon!" He called out to Rocco. "I'm guessing Ricardo sent you here to finish the job he started."I couldn't fathom how Lucas could maintain such composure in the face of danger, while my own nerves threatened to fall apart with each passing moment. As I stood hidden in the shadows, my heart pounded furiously in my chest, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. I strained
Aiden's POVAs I leaned back against the table, observing the hustle and bustle of my men around me, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Joe's words echoed in my mind.Mitch, Mitch....That man was always up to something, no matter what. If he wasn't trying to stir up a rebellion at HQ, then he was trying to run away from work."Are you sure about this, Joe?" I asked, my brow furrowing with uncertainty.Joe met my gaze, a steely look in his own eyes. "Positive, Boss," he affirmed, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "No one had seen or heard from Mitch in over ten days, or so I've heard."I pondered Joe's words, a sense of foreboding gnawing at the edges of my mind. Mitch's sudden disappearance raised countless questions, each more troubling than the last.With a thoughtful frown, I stroked my chin, mulling over the possible implications of Mitch's absence. The man was notorious for his cunning and stubbornness, and I couldn't shake the feeling that his disappearance w
Aiden's POVI started to walk down the hallway. As I approached Doctor Youn's office, a sense of foreboding settled over me like a heavy blanket. I could feel the weight of the gun in my pocket, and I placed a hand over it in a cautious move.With a deep breath, I kicked open the door of the doctor's office, sending it crashing against the wall with a loud thud. Doctor Youn, who was sitting behind his desk, shot to his feet. He was startled at the sudden intrusion, but his smile faltered as his eyes met mine."Mr Blackwood!" He called. "Why are you back so early?" he asked, his voice laced with nervousness. "I mean, it's a pleasant surprise, of course—"I glared at him, my suspicion growing with every passing moment. "And why wouldn't I be back early?" I retorted sharply.He motioned for me to sit, but I remained standing, my gaze locked on him like a hawk eyeing its prey. There was something off about his demeanor, something that didn't sit right with me."Why don't you take a seat,
Lily's POVAs Aiden led me out of the room, hand in hand with Lucas, I couldn't shake the feeling of relief flooding through me. The tension that had gripped my heart since the moment Rocco appeared finally began to ease, replaced by a sense of gratitude towards Aiden and his sudden appearance.I glanced at Lucas, noticing his slight limp as we walked down the corridor, and I frowned with worry. "Are you okay?" I asked.Lucas flashed me a reassuring smile. "I'm fine," he replied, his tone casual despite the circumstances. "Just a scratch. As long as those bastards who tried to kill me are dead and out of the picture, I'm good."We made our way to the hospital's lobby, where Joe stood watch, his gaze sharp and alert. I watched as his grip tightened on the gun at his side as we approached, and I could see the worry etched into his features."Everything good over here?" Aiden asked as we arrived at the lobby.Joe's eyes flicked between Aiden and me before settling on Aiden. "I heard guns
Ricardo's POVStanding in my suite's office, I gazed out of the window, my thoughts consumed by Aiden and Lily. What I felt within me at their defiance was slowly becoming more than just anger. It was rabid and uncontrollable now.How could they continuously thwart my plans? How could two mere individuals prove so difficult to separate?Turning away from the window, I made my way to the nearby shelf adorned with a decanter of golden whiskey and some glass cups. Pouring two glasses, I returned to my desk, where Irene sat waiting for me."Here," I began, my voice carrying a hint of authority, "have a drink, Irene."Irene hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the room before falling to her lap. "I-I don't drink, Mr. Gambino, you know that." she stammered.My gaze hardened as I fixed her with a cold stare. "You will drink it now," I commanded, pushing the glass towards her. "Drink up. Let me see you empty that glass."Irene's hands trembled as she reluctantly reached for the glass.
Ricardo's POVA cold fury swept through me at the mention of Aiden's name. How dare he interfere with my plans again, to disrupt everything I had worked so hard to achieve? I found myself gripping the table behind me almost convulsively. This felt like a constant thorn in my side, determined to dig in no matter what I did to pull it out.With a growl of frustration, I reached out and grabbed the man's neck again, pulling him closer to me. The man scampered forward, whimpering like a child.I tightened my grip on the man's neck, my nails digging into his skin. "Tell me everything," I demanded, my voice a low snarl. "Where is Aiden now? And what does he plan to do next?"The man's eyes widened in terror as he struggled to form coherent words. "I...I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "He's...he's coming for me... He's coming for all of us, please, Mr. Ricardo, you have to protect me!"I felt a surge of revulsion at the man's weakness, his pathetic pleas for mercy. I
Ricardo's POVI locked eyes with Mitch through the iron bars, my gaze piercing as I awaited his response. "Have you heard about Rocco's death?" I asked. "I'm sure you haven't, what with being holed up in here."Mitch's eyes widened in surprise, and he shook his head slowly. "I heard nothing," he admitted, his tone tinged with what I knew was an extreme fake remorse. "I'm sorry for Rocco's death.""Oh, shut up!" I snapped. Mitch lowered his head. "I was only—""Why do you mourn Rocco's demise?" I demanded, my voice laced with accusation. "You've always cowered in fear of him. Admit it, deep down, you're relieved that Rocco is no more. You wanted him gone, didn't you? And given theA nervous swallow betrayed Mitch's unease as he shifted uncomfortably under my scrutinizing gaze. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice trembling with apprehension.I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face as I locked him in a penetrating stare. "Enough games!" I gro
EPILOGUEAiden's POVSeveral months later found me rushing down a corridor of Doctor Turner's hospital, my heart in my throat. Behind me, I could hear Lucas' hurried footsteps as well.We met Mira halfway down the corridor, and I stopped panting. "Where is she?" I asked. "Tell me!""I....she is....in the labor room right now!" Mira stammered. "Doctor Turner has assured us that she will be fine—""I don't bloody care!" I roared. "Take me to my wife now!"Mira nodded vigorously, then began to race down the corridor, Lucas and I closely behind her. She stopped before a door, from which I could hear labored wails and the soothing murmurs of the doctors.Without waiting, I pushed open the door and walked right in to see Lily on a bed with her knees up in the air. Her dress had been raised all the way up to her chest, and I could see about half a dozen doctors and nurses gather around her.Doctor Turner turned to me, and his eyes widened. "Mr Blackwood! What are you doing here?""What....wh
Aiden's POVAs I held the bullet in my hand, fury ignited within me like a blazing inferno. This was Ricardo's doing, I knew it in my bones. He was the only one brave enough to try to harm Lily so openly; the only one who was the thorn in my flesh.I turned to face Mira and Lucas, and I saw the curiosity in their eyes. Mira's voice cut through the tense silence, her concern evident. "What did the doctor say?" she asked.Without a word, I lifted the bullet, its engraved surface gleaming ominously in the dim light of the hospital. Their eyes widened in shock as they took in the sinister detail. "That bullet..." I began, my voice heavy. "It bears Lily's name. Ricardo's twisted way of sending a message. He wanted to kill her?""Why would he do that?" Lucas asked. "From what I know, he wanted her for himself.""I don't need to know why he wanted to kill her." I declared. "Because today, I will put an end to Ricardo's reign of terror. Once and for all.""You're not....going to Ricardo alon
Aiden's POVI turned away from Lily, walking to the corner beside the window of Lily's living room. I dialed Joe's number, my heart racing with urgency. The events of the evening replayed in my mind like a nightmare. Two beeps told me that Joe had picked up the phone. "Hello, boss." He called."Joe, listen carefully," I began, my voice urgent. "There's been a shooting at Lily's house. Mitch is dead, but there's a sniper outside. Send backup immediately!""Okay, wh...what?" Joe stammered; he sounded as though he was half asleep. "What's going on?""Wake the fuck up!" I snapped. "Come to Lily's house with six men. There's a body to clean up!"Before Joe could respond, a piercing scream cut through the air, freezing me in place. I whipped around just in time to witness another gunshot and a spray of blood. Lily crumpled to the ground, her body convulsing in agony.Time seemed to slow as I watched in horror. Lily lay bleeding before me, her body splayed on the ground. The phone slipped f
Lily's POVLucas nodded in agreement with my words. "You're all the family I need, Lily."A warmth spread through me, filling me with a sense of belonging and reassurance. He was all the family I needed too, especially in moments like these, when it seemed as though we were moving from problem to even bigger problem.With a wide smile, I stretched out my arms and pulled Lucas into a tight hug. At that moment, as we stood together in the dimly lit room, I felt a sense of peace settling on me like never before. Despite the scary things that had just happened, I felt calm and happy.But just as I began to relax into the embrace, the sound of banging on the door shattered the silence. My heart raced with fear as I ducked down, instinctively seeking cover from the unknown threat on the other side."Hey! Open the door!"Relief flooded through me when I heard Mira's familiar voice calling out from behind the door. With a shaky breath, I rose to my feet as Aiden crossed the room to open the d
Lily's POVAiden's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he seemed unable to speak. Then, a wide smile spread across his face, and he stepped forward, his arms outstretched as if to embrace me. "Lily, that's... that's incredible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy and disbelief.I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of his genuine happiness. But beneath it all, a gnawing sense of uncertainty stayed inside me. "I... I know," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "But Aiden, I don't know if I can do this. Not now, not in this... this situation. With Ricardo, and all. If he knows about this, he will—"Aiden's smile faltered, and he reached out to gently take my hands in his. "Lily, I understand that this isn't ideal," he said softly, his voice tinged with concern. "But we'll figure it out together. We'll make it work, I promise. To hell with Ricardo!"Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into his earnest gaze. "I want to believe you, Aiden," I whispe
Lily's POVThe rest of my day—and week—seemed to go by in a blur. I couldn't recollect the meals I had or the conversations I endured. All I could think of was this baby. My baby.Before slipping into bed on the very last night, I closed the bedroom shades against the New York moon. In the day, I hated the sunshine because It reminded me too much of Aiden and the time we'd spent in Pennsylvania, but this moonlight was almost as bad. It was so cold. And felt so strange. As odd and unfamiliar as this house, these people living with me and my own skin.Finally, I rolled onto my side and rubbed my stomach. When I found that I was pregnant, I had tried and failed to find some outward sign of my condition. But in only the past few days, I had detected a slight rounding of my belly. This child was growing.This child. My baby. A stranger, like its father had grown to be. How I yearned to know how this child had been conceived. Was it when Aiden and I had survived the battle with Ricardo? Wa
Lily's POVIt was exactly two weeks after I met with Ricardo, when I woke up one morning feeling unusually bloated and disoriented. Later I would remember that day and think about how suspicious it had been, how I should have known something was terribly wrong.My head throbbed with a dull ache, and a wave of nausea washed over me as I struggled to sit up in bed. The room spun around me, and I clutched my stomach, willing the queasiness to pass.Just then, a gentle knock echoed through the room, and I mustered the energy to call out. "Come in!""Good morning!" Mira chirped. She stepped in with her characteristic cheerful smile, carrying in her arms a tray of breakfast.She closed the door with her foot. "I noticed that you slept in today, so I decided to wake you up with your favorite.""Thank you, babe," I murmured. My voice sounded as though a whole pond of frogs had decided to nest in my throat.Mira's smile faltered as she observed my lack of energy."Lily, you don't look so good,
Ricardo's POVI placed the telephone on the polished wooden table, its weight settling with a resounding thud. Sliding into the leather-upholstered chair, I reached for the crystal decanter, pouring a generous measure of brandy into a crystal glass. The amber liquid swirled, casting an enticing glow in the low-lit room.With a flick of my wrist, I lifted the glass to my lips, savoring the rich, smoky aroma before taking a sip. The fiery warmth spread through my chest, momentarily killing the cold reality of my surroundings.I turned in my chair, and my gaze fell upon the lifeless form of Liam sprawled across the floor, spread-eagled and looking stupid. He was stupid. He had always been. I couldn't forget the first day he strutted in here, acting as though he owned the place. I didn't do well with men who thought they were better than they really were.I despised men who talked too much and pretended to have a confidence that they didn't truly possess. Liam had been a loose end, a nu
Ricardo's POV"Boss! Good afternoon!"Liam strolled into my office, a sly grin playing on his lips. I couldn't shake the feeling that his visit was laced with ulterior motives. I leaned back on my chair, watching the man as he strode over to me. Everything about him simply set me on edge. His curly, blond head of hair, baby blue eyes, and dimpled smile made him look like some innocent kid, but I could see through that facade.I knew exactly what he was. A con. I'd known from the first time my men had led him into my office, some three or four days ago.However, I pushed my angry thoughts aside and plastered a smile on my face. I extended my hand for a handshake, a customary greeting. "Good morning, Mr. Liam." I greeted.Liam ignored my outstretched hand as though it was the nearby file cabinet. I watched with mounting annoyance as he breezed past it as if my office were his domain. He slumped into one of the chairs in front of me with a great groan of satisfaction."I cannot say th