Beatrice’s POVI toss and turn all night, my mind racing with the thought that I should have perished alongside my dad and brother. Why was I the one who survived? What’s the reason behind it? When I finally manage to quiet those thoughts, I can’t help but think about Nolan. Is he back home? Will he come to see me? What’s going on between us?Frustrated, I kick off the blankets and jump into a hot shower. I feel more drained than I have in years. After getting dressed, I make my way to Nolan’s rooms. As I pass his office, I notice light spilling out from under the door. For a second, I wonder if I accidentally left it on, but I was careful to put everything back in its place.After a brief moment of doubt, I enter the code Nolan gave me. The light blinks red and beeps. I frown and raise my hand to try the code again when the door suddenly buzzes open.He’s back. He must have changed the code. That pretty much says it all about how much he trusts me. Disappointment settles in my throa
Beatrice’s POVI’m not quite sure where Nolan is as I pace between his part of the house and Flint’s rooms. The vibe over here is pretty gloomy with all the dark wood and walls painted in shades of black and red. Compared to Nolan’s side, which is at least a bit brighter inside, Flint’s area feels really cramped. Sean knocks on the door just as I’m tucking away the last of my clothes in a drawer. I’m tempted to leave my bags packed. If Flint remembers anything, I’ll need to make a quick getaway. But if he doesn’t, he’ll eventually notice I didn’t unpack, and that could raise some eyebrows. Honestly, it might be best to just leave everything behind. I’ll be starting fresh somewhere new anyway.I look up and see the guys have caught on to what’s been happening with me and Nolan, so I brace myself for a bunch of questions. “You here now?” Sean asks, his brow all furrowed. “Yep.” “Does Nolan know?” “Nope.” “Do you want him to know?” I just shrug. “Does it really matter? He’ll find
Beatrice’s POVNolan laughs, but there's a sharp edge to it. “Yeah, he did. And you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I scan his tense posture, trying to figure out how to get what I want. “Couldn’t help myself with him or the job?” I ask, tilting my head slightly. “I don’t want you here.” “He does.” “Tell him to shove it.” “You might want to pass that message along. I’m not going anywhere.” I lock eyes with him. “He wants me.” I let the words hang in the air. “I’ve already moved my things into his place.” His jaw tightens, and his hands clench at his sides. “Why are you even here? We’re finished. The job’s over. Working for Flint is a death wish.” “I’ve faced death before. I don’t like leaving things unfinished.” I say it just to poke at him. Nolan steps closer, and I can feel his presence all around me. If he were anyone else, I might feel uneasy, but I know he won’t hurt me. Anger radiates from him, barely contained as he says, “You can’t stay.”
Beatrice’s POVNolan circles me in his room before he faces me and gives a curt nod. “They’ll still search you.”“One of us needs to have some sort of weapon on them.”“Can you sit with that knife against your thigh?”Striding to a chair by his kitchenette, I ease into it.“You look as though you’re a hundred doing that.”I laugh. “Well, you keep him talking while I sit.” I wink. “It’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve concealed a weapon for a meeting.”Nolan’s expression turns heavy, and he shakes his head. “It’s the first time I’ve given a shit if someone gets caught.”Rising, I cross the room and put my arms around his neck. “I doubt that’s true.”He doesn’t meet my gaze and instead brushes a kiss across my forehead. “I think I should go alone.”“You’re not going alone. You need someone to watch your back.”“It’s not my back I’ll be worrying about.”“I can—”“Yes,” Nolan says, pulling away. “I’m well aware that you can take care of yourself.” He raises one eyebro
Beatrice’s POVAnother moment ticks by, and the fire crackles softly. We watch it, waiting for Semyon to emerge. I can sense what’s about to happen. This isn’t the first time a guy has thought he could buy me off. It’s one of the reasons I’ve found my connection with Nolan so straightforward from the beginning. He treats me like a person, someone of worth, not just a possession. “You want to know about your dad. I want Tris on loan for as long as we like. There’s something about her. No terms. No contracts. Just open-ended.” Nolan takes my hand, and I stand up with him. “She’s already said no.” “Has she?” He focuses back on me, his gaze lingering. “What do you think, Tris? Want to join a real organization?” “I’m pretty happy where I am.” I straighten up. “If that changes, I’ll let you know.” Semyon pushes himself up from the deck chair and steps closer to the fire, looking thoughtful for a moment. Nolan tightens his grip on my hand. It’s the cue to get ready, but I don’t see a r
Beatrice’s POVThe next morning, I feel like a zombie. Semyon recognizing me, Sierra spilling the beans about Flint’s involvement in his dad’s murder, and my own confusion about what to do with all this mess didn’t exactly set me up for a good night’s sleep. In the middle of the night, Nolan pulled me close and whispered sweet nothings about how much he loves me. Now that he’s let that slip, it’s like a constant stream of affection whenever he gets the chance. His sleepy murmurs didn’t help my rest at all.He’s off checking on some of their business, leaving me to hold down the fort. Flint’s supposed to come back this morning, so Nolan asked me to stick around in case Flint wants to catch up on anything. But honestly, there’s nothing to share, and I’m anxious that once he gets here, things will start moving fast in figuring out who hurt him. The second he remembers me, I’m toast. I know it, yet here I am. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just asking for trouble, especially after everything t
Beatrice’s POVOn the way home, he holds my hand and doesn’t say a word. Having lost his own mother, he knows there are no words, and he doesn’t try to fill the silence with ones meaning nothing.When we get to the house, he tries to guide me to his rooms, but I shake my head.“I want to be alone.” I take the boxes from him.He searches my face, and then his hand comes up to graze my cheek with his thumb. “I’ll stick around here for the rest of the day. You come find me if you need me, yeah?”“Yeah.” I wander along the hall to my old rooms. The code hasn’t changed. After entering, I place the boxes onto the dresser.Collapsing onto the bed, I stare at the ceiling. Flint pops into my head, unwanted. I don’t have any information, and I haven’t told Nolan anything. There isn’t an ounce of energy in me to deal with it though.I peer at the boxes a few feet away. What would my mother have deemed worthy of keeping? Curiosity gets the better of me, and I take the first box off the dres
Beatrice’s POVMy mind spins from the revelations hitting me in the chest. Nolan saved my life. He’ll realize my mother put a hit on his father. Flint killed Claude. The last one bounces around in my brain again. Flint killed Claude. Flint almost killed me.Ignoring Nolan, I stride to the dresser to grab my gun. He reads me with ease, and he snatches it before I can slip by. I roll off him and reach under the bed to grab the weapon I kept strapped there for emergencies. We circle each other, guns raised.“You’ve been lying to me,” Nolan’s voice is a growl deep in his throat.“Yes.” My lies are done. I keep the gun trained on him, but love and anger are warring in me for dominance. “You’re no Boy Scout yourself.”“Never claimed to be.” He holds up the letter in his free hand. “This was to get close to us?” He gestures to the bed and the scattered papers he’s riffled through, but his focus on me doesn’t waver.My carefully constructed piles are a mess. He’s so smart I wonder if he’
Sierra’s POVThe whole day has been a blur, from Eric's pompous expression when I admitted Lucas was mine, to Galina taking me through the steps to care for him, to the distance Flint has put between us.Or maybe I'm imagining his aloofness. Maybe I'm the person putting the space there. My world has tilted on its axis, and I can't shift reality back, make it level again.The thing I do know? I'm exhausted. Emotionally and physically drained. When Lucas goes to bed for the night, or however many hours before he needs to feed again, I head to bed. Flint trails behind me, his hands in his pockets.Eric tries to catch my attention, but I've been ignoring him all day. I don't give a shit if Lucas is biologically his baby too. Ever being with him in any way makes my stomach heave like I'm on a boat tossed around by the sea.Flint closes the door to the bedroom and then leans back against it. "You look tired," he says before pushing off and ambling toward me. He tosses his wallet and other o
Sierra’s POVFlint was somewhere in the building with the DNA samples. After a couple of hours, Eric gets up the nerve to speak to me. One plus of Flint insulting him-his confidence took a hit."We should discuss everything before he gets back." Eric sips the coffee he bought from the café across the street.He's so tall standing in front of me that I'd have to crane my neck up to make eye contact or stand up. Neither appeals to me. I don't look at him, and I stay seated in my chair."Or maybe we should wait for the results to make sure what we're discussing is appropriate." I flip through the Voguemagazine I found on a table."You realize Lucas is yours. Why would I lie about that?""Honestly, I don't understand why you thought any of this was a good idea. The inner workings of your mind are a bit of a mystery to me." I toss the magazine onto the nearest table and stand. "I'm with Flint. We're together. What you think you'll accomplish won't happen."He raises his coffee and takes an
Flint’s POVThe room Charles assigned to us belongs in a museum. Historical eras aren't my thing, but it's clear this place hasn't had any facelift since the house was built, which was probably a hundred years ago. From the doorway, everything seems clean enough, and nothing smells like mothballs or mildew. I sigh. These thoughts are just a distraction from the fucking fertility circus downstairs. A poor effort to calm the hell down, and it's not working.As I close the bedroom door, I realize I should say something to Sierra, but I don't have any idea where to start. My blood boils, rage coursing through me at Eric and her father creating this child without her consent. When she was at her lowest, they tricked her into signing away her rights to her future children. Their motives are inconceivable to me-and I've done a lot of shitty things in the name of profit or revenge. But this? Their plan is so misguided. How could either of them think a baby was the right solution?My brain s
Sierra’s POVIstare into my arms at the baby wrapped in a pale-blue blanket. He has dark hair, and his eyes are closed in sleep. His fingers have the tiniest nails, and I want to touch every one, count them, savor this moment. I'm so absorbed in the sight of a baby, it takes me a second to process Eric's words."What?" I glance up, a little dazed."Our son." Eric gives me an encouraging nod. "You weren't here for the birth, but I know you always wanted to name our boy Lucas after your brother."I laugh self-consciously and shift the baby to hand him to Eric. "This isn't my baby." When I try to pass the bundle, he steps out of reach. "He can't be my baby. It's impossible.""Not impossible," my father whispers. "You were searching for a surrogate when you two split.""Exactly," I agree. "Eric and I broke up, and we destroyed the embryos. I signed paperwork to have them destroyed."My father grimaces.Eric shifts his feet. "This isn't the reaction I was expecting.""I signed papers to ha
Flint’s POVWhile Sierra and I pack in our bedroom, I debate whether to let her come to Russia. There's so much we don't understand. I stuff more clothes into my duffel bag and glance at her as she wanders into the en suite to get her makeup.Curiosity is a powerful thing, and I'm definitely curious about what Eric has been doing. He didn't sound scared in his voicemail messages, or even full of his usual asshole bravado. No, he was excited. Why? I stop packing and lean against the dresser while Sierra continues to put things into her suitcase."Spit it out." She doesn't break her rhythm of sorting and discarding. "You're over there brooding about something.""Don't come to Russia."She laughs. "I'm going to Russia. He called me, not you, and he said you could come along for the show." She throws skincare products into her bag with a huff. "I don't care anymore about what he's doing. You're right. I'll fire him. I don't know why I haven't done it yet."She knows why. I understand why.
Sierra’s POVWhen I slip into bed, Flint tugs me close, but for the first time since we've been together, he doesn't run his hands along me in ways to make me think of sex. Instead, he wedges me in so tight my face is practically squished against his bare chest, and he smooths my hair before kissing the top of my head. Every bandage is gone, and sometimes I lie in bed tracing his scars, asking for their stories as my heart races at the danger and aches at the close calls. A world without him isn't a world at all."You okay?" he says. "You've been too fucking quiet since your mom left.""I don't know," I whisper. Turning toward him, I'm comforted by the steady beat of his heart in my ear. "Anytime I hear someone gave up the chance to be a mom, it makes my heart hurt. I just-I would have done anything to have a baby, to be a mom."He's silent as his hand strokes my back. "Sounds as though your sister had it rough after your mother left.""Yeah. I can't process it. Being beaten by your
Flint’s POVThe tension between Sierra and Opal is unmistakable. They're circling each other, current events, upcoming commitments, neither of them saying what they're thinking. Nothing has happened to Charles–was the first question Sierra asked-which is unfortunate. With him gone, I could eliminate Eric or have someone do it. She would forgive me. Having her father wrapped up in whatever bullshit scheme they've cooked up makes it too complicated to get rid of one without the other. Especially since I can't yet uncover what they're planning. I'm on the cusp of telling her to fire Eric just to see if that sets something in motion.With our sleuthing, there are no hints of secret deals. No more sinister connections Sierra doesn't already know. No paper trails. Unregistered or foreign bank accounts are noted somewhere. We haven't even come across more evidence of PLA involvement with Eric or her dad. What the fuck are they planning? Opal's here perched on Sierra's couch like a bird pois
Sierra’s POVEkaterina answers my last few questions with ease and then says, "That was Flint De Luca.""It was." I gather my papers together into a neat pile."Rare for me to find a man intimidating."I glance up and a smile plays on my lips. "Was he a little intense?""A little? Were we in the same room? The guy is all coiled rage and X- ray vision." She drops her phone into her purse and rises from her seat."Are you-are you safe with him?"Before I can answer, Jay chuckles on the other side of the large wooden table. "You were the only person in this room who wasn't safe today." He frowns as he picks up his pen. "And maybe me." With a shrug, he says, "Point is, he's not a threat to her.""Why would he leave so abruptly?" Her expression is thoughtful. "He gave me that appraisal once-over before he left, which meant something.""Probably wondering how easy it would be to remove your head." Jay's voice is matter of fact, and if it wasn't for the horror on her face, I'd laugh."We do
Flint’s POVSierra rises and steps around the chairs between us to roll my seat back and perch on my lap. "Tell me." Her fingers stroke my furrowed brow."He seems to believe that whatever he and your dad have cooked up, it'll bring you and him closer together." I clear my throat. "You'll pick him."She grins and wraps her arms around my neck. "Never in a million trillion years. There is nothing he could say or do to make me leave you and go to him.""He seemed very confident."Her lips quirk up in derision. "That's his thing-he's confident even when he's wrong. One of his worst qualities." Sierra's gaze focuses above my head. "Heisa win-at-all-cost sort of person, though." Her expression morphs into one of determination. "I wouldn't be with him even if he threatened to kill me."I tighten my arms around her at the suggestion. "He'd never get a chance. He'd be dead as soon as the idea entered his head."There's a sharp knock on the door. She tries to stand, but I increase my grip on h