CHAPTER ELEVENLily's POVFor a moment, it felt as though I had passed out. I floated in a state of bliss, caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I attempted a long stretch. My sigh slowly turned into a groan of pleasure, wave after wave of goosebumps seeping out of my skin. With closed eyes, I stretched out my hands in search of Mr Blackwood.I came up with nothing but empty sheets.My eyes flew open and I looked to my left. The sheets were stone-cold and well-laid. This man must have left the room after I fell asleep. He did not sleep by my side.I sat up and then looked around. "Mr Blackwood?" I called out. No response.If he was in the adjoining bathroom, I didn't know whether he could hear me. I threw the duvet aside and stood to my feet, shivering slightly as my soles met the cool, tiled ground.I was stark naked, and I wrapped my hands around myself, trying to stay warm. My bathrobe was lying in the middle of the room, in a haphazard hea
Lily's POVI groaned loudly. This was so not how I wanted this day to be!Besides, I thought as I donned the dress. It was evening already, twenty minutes to five p.m. if the clock above my bed was correct. Why did we have to go to the doctor's, now of all time?Why could we not wait until the next day before going?I had a myriad of questions in my head, but from what I had learned of Mr Aidan Blackwood, he absolutely hated being questioned in any form.I sighed and gently patted the dress, then turned to a nearby mirror. The satin dress sat prettily on my body, accentuating all the curves I never knew I possessed. It was straight, cinched at the waist, and had a halter neck. The hem reached below my knees, leaving everything to anyone's imagination.There was no need to wonder how Mr Blackwood had gotten my exact measurement, this was his second time. It was now a piece of cake to him.I hastily combed my long, dark hair, holding it up in a ponytail. Slipping my feet into the only p
Lily's POVThe doctor's eyes darted from Mr Blackwood's to mine, and then back. The look on his face was the exact one I was sure I had on mine when Mr. Blackwood told me about his newfound desire to have a child of his own through me.Doctor Turner furrowed his brow. "But Mr Blackwood....you never told me about any desire of yours to have a child. What changed?""What changed was my wants," Mr Blackwood stated, simply and with no room for further questions. "I don't think...." The doctor started. Then he caught the flash of warning in Mr Blackwood's eyes."Very well." He sighed in resignation. "How soon can we start the necessary tests?"Mr Blackwood leaned forward, eyes blazing. "As soon as we can, please."I watched in silence as the doctor placed a call on the telephone on his table. My mind began to wander as he gave instructions to his nurses, telling them to prepare a host of unnameable things for me.The sudden attention I was getting from the doctor as well as Mr Blackwood w
Lily's POVThe sudden shock that came with the news sent me gripping the support iron bars around the bed."What?!" I whispered in disbelief.My heart raced like it was in hot pursuit, adrenaline coursing through my veins in wave after wave. My eyes were fixated on the doctor as he continued to read off the test results, but my thoughts were far, far away from this room.Almost convulsively, my hand jumped to my tummy, and I gripped it for dear life, as the impact of the news came crashing down on me.I cannot carry a child to term..."Miss Collins!" A voice called urgency, and I snapped back to reality.A soft gasp came out of my lips, as I zoned in and looked around. Doctor Turner, as well as his nurses, were staring at me expectantly."I—yes?""Did you hear everything we've been talking to you about?" One of the nurses asked."Um....yes. Yes, I did. You said I couldn't ever give birth. What else is there to hear?”"Right," Doctor Turner eyed me warily, as though he didn't believe a
Lily's POV.I froze on the spot as both men engaged in a silent battle of stares. For a moment, it felt as though I was nothing but a stranger in their world. For the first time since I'd been with Mr Blackwood, he was paying no attention to me.My eyes skimmed over the physique of this Ricardo man. He was tall, taller than even Mr Blackwood, if that was possible. He had on a suit—heck, all mafia lords wore suits. What I thought was him being bald was merely a buzzcut, scraped so low to his scalp. He had cryptic tattoos snaking up the back of his neck, and what I could see of his hands were covered in inky tattoos as well.Nice, I thought. Very mafia-like.What a sight I must have looked to every passerby, kneeling on the floor in prayer posture, my vision swimming dangerously.Then Mr Blackwood pulled his gaze from Ricardo's, and the staring spell was broken.He turned to me, towering above me like a marble statue. "Are you hurt?" He asked."I...." Why had I suddenly lost my voice? "I
Aiden's POVI watched Lily Collins walk away from me, her hands gripping the whitewashed walls of the hospital as she hobbled away. It was clear that the effects of the morphine hadn't worn off completely, and she was still weak.The sight of her, so fragile and yet holding her head up, stirred a host of unnameable emotions within me.I turned to the guards who were gathered around me. "Follow her closely," I ordered. "Ricardo could still be in the vicinity.""Yes, boss." They all replied in unison, then turned and followed Lily.Quietly, I tagged behind the guards, keeping my eyes on her every single step of the way. The stunt that Ricardo had pulled played over and over again in my head. I gritted my teeth almost convulsively, as the sheer memory of how he'd held her to his side stirred my anger again. I had felt utterly powerless at that moment, as immobile and as useless as a piece of wood carving.And that was because I'd remembered the business that Ricardo and I had together.
Aiden's POVI followed Lily out of the car, trailing her with my hands in my pocket. The sight of her storming into the house, all stiff and stoic, put an amused smile on my face.Finally, we got into the house, and she immediately made a beeline for the staircase. "Where are you going?" I called out.She turned to face me, arms folded. "To my bedroom.""I think you mean, my bedroom?" I slowly walked towards her, my hands still buried in my pockets. She licked her lips, and a lurch of desire happened in my groin. "You're about to give me some crap about owning this house and everything in it, aren't you?" "It is technically my bedroom though." God, how I enjoyed teasing this tough woman."It's not if you don't sleep in it." She grumbled. I could sense the subtlety beneath her voice, the need to pursue a totally different topic. I could also sense the question behind her words, aching to be asked.Why did I leave her in the room after sex, not once, but twice? Why did I refuse to sl
Aiden's POVI pulled back—with a little bit of effort. "Strip," I commanded.This time, she asked no questions. Pulling the dress over her head, all that was left between us was her bra and my clothes.I jerked my head towards the bed. "Go there, and lie down. Do not move."Lily didn't need to be told twice. She moved to the bed and lay on the soft surface placidly, looking up at me. I stood, staring at this goddess of a woman that lay before me, ready for my taking.I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, all the while smiling languidly at her. She knew I was teasing her. You can't resist me, her eyes seemed to be saying, but I didn't care. I could tease her all I wanted. I only wanted my body on hers, wanted to fill her up with my member, and that was all I cared about.That was what I tried to assure me that I cared about, but as she lay there, it ignited other unfamiliar feelings deep within me. Was this mere attraction, or something entirely different?I tugged my shirt off my well-
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