Alessio“We did it,” Jayce states.“We did.” I smile, bumping my fist with his.“Shouldn’t we be having champagne?” Gytha asks, raising one perfectly arched brow. “Or something along those lines?”“We will.” I meet her serpentine eyes, which are fixed on me with wild seduction. This is one of those times when we’d usually end up in bed, or anywhere we could get lost in each other, to destress. “For now, how about you each get those bonuses I promised?”“Fuck, yeah,” Zane replies, pumping his fist once in the air then snapping his fingers. “And that’s why I fucking love working for you.”I’d like working for me, too, if I added a bonus of ten G onto an already high five-figure monthly salary.Given my poor upbringing, sometimes it feels unbelievable that I’m able to do this. Me at twenty-eight years old being in charge of what I’ve already been doing without the Scarfoni fortune.“Don’t go wild just yet. The job is still ongoing.” That’s why I’ve summoned them here for a brief check-in
AlessioThe beeping sounds of machines fill my ears as I walk into my father’s hospital room.Not that I wanted to come before, but I might not have gotten past his guards at the door. Now that they’re mine, I have free rein of where I go and when I do it.Dim lights create a heavenly glow in the room. I make my way to the bed in the center of the room, where my father lies motionless.I stop at the edge of the bed and stare at him, finding myself fixated on his face. This is our first meeting. Him being kept alive by machines, unable to see me, and me full of vengeance.Earlier, I noted how similar my brothers and I look. But seeing my father now throws me off balance.I look just like him. Like a clone. Like his younger self. I’ve seen pictures of him, so I should have been prepared. But I’m not.Mom told me who my real father was only days before she died. Prior to that, I didn’t know. I even had her surname. I suspected Leif was my father because he was always in my life. I’d neve
CamilleI rest my head against the wall and gaze at the clock on the desk across from me. The next few seconds tick by, heralding the start of another hour—eleven o'clock.It's been night for a while now, and I've been sitting on the floor with my back against the wall in the spot Alessio found me when we had our little encounter.I returned to it when I saw him with that woman. I didn't see her face properly, but I could tell she was involved with him in some way.As I haven't seen him since, I'm guessing he's with her.I hurried upstairs when he noticed me, so I don't know what happened after. I regret that I was foolish enough to go downstairs in the first place.It wasn't to eat. I needed some ice-cold water after the bomb he dropped on me. Passing the bathroom with a perfectly working tap of running water, I simply wasn't thinking when I went down the stairs.I'd dragged on the stupid clothes he left for me, which I'm still wearing, and I really hope they don't belong to the woma
CamilleMy cheeks burn with embarrassment. and he grins, seeing my debacle.I look away from him and focus instead on the swirling patterns of the plaster cornices."Baby girl, if it pleases you to look, then look." His voice is deeper.Showing him I don't care, I return my gaze to him and give him my best poker face. "I take no pleasure in looking at you."He responds by undoing his belt buckle then shoving his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his enormous cock.At the sight of his length and thickness, my mind checks out and not even I can lie to myself, or pretend he has no effect on me.He steps out of his clothes and pushes them, along with his shoes, to the side, his cock bobbing and growing with every move he makes.My mouth falls open, my eyes widen, and there's a thickness in my throat I can't work past. What worries me, though, is the pool of saliva gathering in my mouth as I stare at him.I feel like I should say something, but I wouldn't know what. And I wouldn't wa
CamilleBright light shines down on me.It's too bright, too powerful, too harsh.I force my eyes open and find myself staring at Ehlga pulling open the curtains on the other side of the room.It's morning. Sunday morning.I survived the night. I'm not sure when I actually fell asleep, but thank God I did and there were no nightmares. Maybe because I'm living in one.Alessio isn't in here, and I can't hear him in the shower. It's just Ehlga.Looking at the older woman, I straighten at the same time she faces me with that disgruntled expression on her face.I don't think Ehlga likes me. She hasn't said anything to make me think it; I just assumed from the haughty glare she keeps giving me. I can't stand people who judge you when they know nothing about you."You need to get up. Breakfast is almost over." She speaks in a thick Russian accent. I get the feeling that she and Jayce only speak English when they need to."What time is it?""Nearly midday."I straighten even more. "I didn't r
Camille"Sit here." He points to the chair next to him.Pulling in a deep breath, I make my way over and lower myself into the cushioned seat.Ehlga leaves us, but the door is still open, and I can hear people milling about.I keep my breathing measured so I can think about all the things I need to ask. This is an opportunity for me to talk, too. And surely, there's no way he can think it's acceptable for me to blindly follow along with this charade without more information than he's given me."Sleep well?" He sets his elbows on the table.My eyes flick down to the tattoo of the rune on his wrist. "As good as can be."He sits back and stares at me. "Eat. You'll need your strength."That makes me want to eat even less than I did before. "What will I need my strength for? You do realize you haven't actually told me what you plan to do to me, except for this ridiculous notion of marrying me.""Why is it so ridiculous? Your marriage to my brother was arranged.""Yes, but I've known him al
CamilleThis conversation is getting me nowhere and it's pointless. It's also probably best to stop pushing him because I haven't negotiated the important things yet and there's still more I need to know. "Can I see Richard or my dad? Or at least call them?""No." His tone is cold, his stare icier."Why not? They're my family.""Richard is not your fucking family.""Even you can't think this is okay." I glare at him, wide-eyed, pleading. "Alessio, you just took me as I was about to make my vows. That was it. I at least got to say some sort of goodbye to my father, but I didn't get to say anything to Richard."He sits back, his expression emotionless as he steeples his fingers, staring back at me in silence. Not the kind of silence you expect from a person contemplating something important, but definitely the kind when they aren't.It's clear whatever mission he's on has stolen his humanity."Please," I add.He blows out a ragged breath and presses his lips together in displeasure."On
CamilleAlessio's seductive stare intensifies and his raw masculine presence lulls me like a drug, enticing my body to betray me. His closeness doesn't help either.One corner of his sensual lips turns up, and he angles himself so he's a breath away."Maybe you'd like that. Or you will." His breath caresses my skin, turning up the heat burning through me. "Don't people say good girls prefer bad boys? I'm as bad as they come, Valkyrie." He shows me the tattoo on his wrist. The sight makes me wonder what he must have gone through to get it and how many he had to kill."Oh I definitely believe you're as bad as they come." I nod."Good. Glad we're on the same page because I also heard good girls love to be fucked hard and dirty. Is that how you want it, baby girl? That's how I like it."I'm already on fire, but I shock myself further when I realize moisture is beading between my thighs. My God, I'm actually aroused by this man and his dirty words, and I shouldn't be.What the hell is wron
Camille"It's going to be so strange coming back after the summer and not seeing you," Lorelai says, sitting straighter."I know. I was thinking that the other day."We're under the tree on Raventhorn's campus. I'm waiting for Alessio to pick me up, and she's waiting for Dmitri. This is the first of many dates her father has arranged with him, and I know she's not happy about it.Although she's smiling, I also know she's still putting on a brave face because of Zakh. By now, everyone knows what he did and that he's basically being hunted.Lorelai and I haven't spoken about it much, but I know she's hurting deeply."You know you'll still see me, right?" I smile. "I just won't be at college for a year." Today, I did my deferment for next year. I'm due in January, but I have no plans to walk around campus in my pregnant state. We have another month of classes before the summer. By the time I get back, I'll be just over five months pregnant. I plan to resume my course the year after next
CamilleThe next two days are awful, but Alessio is still with us.I've been sitting next to his bedside watching him fight for his life and hoping he'll come back to me.I pay attention to every sound on his monitors and watch for signs of anything and everything when the nurses and doctors check his vitals.I continue praying as the next day passes with the same results.His words keep ringing through my mind.We're not done yet, we're not done yet, we're not done yet.I just hope he knows I'm with him. Wherever he is, that's where I am, too.Heart, body, mind, and soul. He always had me long before I knew I'd given myself to him.Two weeks slip by and Alessio is still the same. I feel like I'm dancing on the edge of insanity.The doctors have kindly arranged for me to sleep next to him when I can, so I stay all night.Everyone is hoping he'll pull through and wake up soon, so everything has been put on hold, including Leif and Evgeni's funerals.On Friday night, I fall asleep next
CamilleI look around frantically, not knowing what the hell to do but thinking this is an opening. A possible chance to escape, just like the one Dad told me to find. I just have to summon courage and look for my chance.We tear down the road off the building site, and then we're on a country road with the woods on either side.The sound of a motorcycle rips through the air. A sound I will never forget.The lazy day I remember at Raventhorn fills my head with the image of me sitting next to Lorelai by the tree, watching the motorcyclist rebel drive onto the campus.He's here again.I look behind me and see Alessio on his motorcycle tearing down the road. He's fought death to come and save me. I also spot Malik's car not far behind.Alessio shoots the wheels of the car. The tires blow, making Richard lose control of the vehicle.We run off the road, fly through the air for a few seconds, then land with a heavy thud on the ground. The car still has a lot of speed on it though, so it ke
CamilleMy heart has been smashed into so many pieces it's impossible to count them all. It's no different to all the grains of sand in this world.My mind and body are disconnected, and my soul weeps for losing the love of my life. All that is left of me is an empty shell with nothing but a void inside.The only thing I can feel is the spark of life created with love in my belly, calling to me to stay alive. But I've already failed as a mother because there's nothing I can do.In my terror and grief, I'm here sitting on the floor of the bedroom I was taken to after Mira killed Dad, feeling sorry for myself.I don't know what this place is. It seems like Mira conducts something medical here. Apart from the armed guards, on my way up I saw offices and labs with clinical staff. I also saw other storage rooms and bedrooms like this.We're on the third floor, so quite high up with no possible way of escape. If I were to even try, I'm sure this shitty tunic Mira forced me to wear would get
AlessioEverything is gray.I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead, or in a dream.My mind searches around the gray nothingness and the vast expanse of the void before me.I feel nothing at first, then something warm caresses my cheek. My name is spoken, soft and sweet, and I wonder if it's her.Camille. Did I make it? Did I find her? Did I save her?My wife.My eyes flutter open, but the grayness that looks like thick smoke prevents me from seeing anything. Then a light that's far too bright shines down on me, and I blink rapidly.At first, the ceiling of my living room comes into focus, then a man's face hovers before me.It's Leif's on-call doctor, Dr. O'Brien.Leif...Camille...At the thought of their names, reality crashes into my mind and I bolt up."Easy, there," Dr. O'Brien says, laying a heavy hand on my chest and pushing me back down. I'm on the sofa, and a quick glance at the bandage wrapped around my body suggests I took a hit in the blast.Gytha moves toward me, with worry in
CamilleA chill rushes over me. "What do you mean? What did she do to me?""Even though she wasn't ethically allowed to be your therapist, she gave you medication to stop you from remembering."I cover my mouth, holding in the wave of shock that's ripping me apart. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Only God knows how hard I tried to remember, but I was never going to be able to because Mira was suppressing my memories with medication. I was such a fool to believe she was the person she portrayed to be. She was never the fucking motherly figure. All along, she was my enemy."You allowed her to do that to me.""I had no choice. She did everything she could to control our lives and make sure you didn't remember what happened. But the nightmares were always a worry even when they went away.""She told me it was my brain's way of trying to remember.""It was, and we feared you'd see something to trigger those memories. Or you'd just remember everything by some miracle. The whole thing torm
CamilleI roll my head to the side and groan. Someone strokes my cheek, and I open my eyes.At first, my vision is hazy, but when everything comes into focus, I find myself staring at a gray concrete wall. The light around me reminds me of the kind you'd use for a storage room.My cheek is stroked again, and I turn my head to find Dad hovering over me. He has a long beard, blood-shot eyes, and his face looks like someone did a number on him.We're on the floor, and my head is nestled in his lap. It takes me a moment for my brain to connect and remember. Remember all he did and what he took from me. My family and my life.The instant I remember, I scream and jump out of his hold."Get away from me!" The panic in my voice is mixed with rage and fear."Camille, please."I back away into a wall, crashing hard against the surface. Then I notice the real problem we've found ourselves in.We're in some sort of cell, and while I am free, there are chains attached to Dad's ankles, keeping him
Alessio"Leif..."A creak sounds outside the door. Another follows, and another.It's footsteps on the floorboards. Since it's not coming from the front entrance, I know it's not Zakh or Malik, so it must be someone else who's already here.Readying my gun, I get up and charge through the door. Whoever the fuck is here, and isn't supposed to be, is going to die a very painful death.I move out into the hallway, looking around frantically to see who it is but find nothing.When I turn around, something sharp enters my neck; then there's a tinging pain that feels like I'm being stung by a bee.I touch the spot and feel... a fucking dart?I pull it out and look at the sharp needle at the end, quickly realizing when spots speckle my vision that it's a tranquilizer. Like the kind our enforcers use when they want to bring people in for interrogation. Before my mind can truly register what's happening, my arms go numb then limp at my side.This can't be an ordinary tranq. I'd be out like a l
Alessio"I'll be with you in a few hours." I balance my phone between my ear and shoulder while I pick up the last contract document from the pile on my desk."Try not to stay at work too long," Leif says, his voice sounding raspy over the phone. It still holds that melancholic tone I feel. "Losing yourself in work isn't always best.""I know. I still feel off." I swivel my chair around and gaze out the window toward the skyline. Rain is falling, so outside is a little darker than it should be for this time of day. It suits the sullen mood I can't seem to shake."I feel the same, my boy. I've been questioning my actions and decision to keep you a secret since we found out the truth. I can't express how guilty I feel about that.""Uncle, you rescued me from certain death. Of course, you were in the right for keeping me a secret." I know if I were him, I would have done the same thing. And I pray I'll never be in that position. "I owe you my life, and I still think of you as my father.