The door had barely closed behind them before River had Riley pressed against it, his mouth hot and insistent on hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.“River,” she gasped as his lips trailed down her neck, his hands roaming over her curves. “I want you so badly. But should we really do this here? What if we get caught!”River’s hands slid under her sundress, skimming up her thighs until he reached the lace of her panties. He groaned at the heat he found there, at how ready she was for him.“I don’t give a fuck who sees and who hears,” he breathed, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke her slick folds. “You are mine and you’re so wet for me.”Riley whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. “Okay, but please hurry.”River’s eyes darkened at her words, a primal hunger overtaking him. His fingers teased her for just a moment longer, enjoying the way her body trembled under his touch.“Don’t worry,” he growled softly, his
As they made their way back to the Villa, Riley couldn’t shake the nagging sense of dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach. River remained quiet beside her, his arm firmly around her waist, but his earlier playfulness was gone. The change in his demeanor only heightened her concern.When they finally reached their room, River ushered her inside. He closed it behind them with a quiet click and turned to face her, his expression unreadable.“River, please,” Riley urged softly. “What’s going on?”He let out a long sigh and raked a hand through his hair. “I…I am afraid we need to go back home now.”Riley’s breath hitched. “Why? Are the kids okay? Are Lucas and Tiffany—”“The kids are fine,” River interrupted, his voice steady but laced with tension. “This isn’t about them.”Riley’s heart thudded in her chest, her mind racing through all the possibilities. “Then what is it?”River hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching as if he was debating how much to say. “It’s about Alexand
When they finally pulled up to the house, Valerie was waiting for them by the entrance. Her eyes were red and swollen, and as soon as she saw Riley, her expression softened.Riley stepped out of the car, her movements robotic, her gaze still vacant. Valerie rushed towards her, pulling her into a tight hug. Riley stood still for a moment before her arms slowly came up to return the embrace.“Riley, I’m so sorry,” Valerie whispered, her voice breaking.Riley said nothing, her eyes staring over Valerie’s shoulder, unfocused and empty.Valerie pulled back, her hands resting on Riley’s shoulders as she looked at her, tears streaming down her face. “I know it’s hard, but we’re here for you. We’re all here for you.”Riley gave a small nod, her face expressionless. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting River’s for a brief moment before she looked away.Valerie glanced at River, her eyes filled with worry. He shook his head slightly, indicating that Riley hadn’t spoken much since they
River led Riley to her room, his hand resting gently on her back. He could feel how tense she was, her body still rigid with the weight of her grief. He wished he could say something to ease her pain, but he knew there were no words that could make this any easier.Slowly, she walked over to the bed and sat down, her eyes vacant and tired.River watched her for a moment before taking a step closer. “Do you want me to lie down with you?” he asked quietly.Riley looked up at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She gave a small nod instead.River moved to the other side of the bed, slipping off his shoes before lying down beside her. He watched as Riley laid back, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She looked so small, so lost, that it broke his heart.After a long moment of silence, Riley rolled onto her side, facing away from him. River could hear her breathing, uneven and shaky, and it made his chest ache with the urge to comfort h
The day of Alexander’s funeral was bright and sunny, contrary to what Riley felt inside. She stood before the mirror in her room, staring at her reflection without really seeing it. She smoothed down the front of her simple black dress, her hands shaking slightly.A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, her voice sounding small and fragile even to her own ears.River entered, looking handsome and solemn in his dark suit. His eyes softened as he took in the sight of her. “Are you ready?” he asked gently.Riley nodded, not trusting herself to speak. River crossed the room to stand beside her, his presence a comforting warmth at her side. He took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time,” he promised.Together, they made their way downstairs and out to the waiting car. Tiffany and Lucas were already inside, waiting.Tiffany reached for Riley and pulled her into a hug. “I am sorry, Riley,” she mumbled in
Riley’s heart pounded in her chest as fear tightened its grip around her throat. She could feel the eyes of the man boring into her, his words dripping with malice and hatred.This wasn’t the first time she dealt with her father’s enemy. Heck…her own husband was his enemy, but she had never seen someone who hated him this much.But before she could muster a response, River erupted in a roar of fury. “Take my wife? Over my dead body.”The man sneered, his lip curling with contempt. “I wouldn’t mind if you were already dead, Foster.”Tiffany and Lucas cowered behind the armed men, their bodies trembling with terror as they waited for the signal to attack.River’s hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white as he seethed with rage. “You think you can stroll in here and threaten my family without consequence? You have no clue who you’re messing with.”The man stepped forward, a mockery of confidence in his demeanor. “Oh, I have every idea, River. We just don’t care.” He glanced at R
River felt his blood run cold as he watched Riley crumple to the ground, a scream of agony tearing from her lips. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around him fading into a blur of muted colors and distant sounds.His mind flashed back to that fateful day when Ellie had been ripped from his life, her lifeless body cradled in his arms as he howled with grief and rage. The memory hit him like a physical blow, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending a wave of nauseating terror through his veins.No, not again. He couldn’t lose Riley too. Not like this. Not when he had just found a glimmer of hope and love again in her fierce, unwavering presence.No, no, no.Someone suddenly shoved him to the side.“Get it together, River! You almost got shot!” It was Antonio. He must’ve come back to defend them.“Riley….she…” River choked, pointing at her on the ground.“Go to her now. I got this!” Antonio shouted, his voice sharp and commanding, pulling River from the dark sp
Christmas day…Everyone gathered around the table for our holiday meal. Antonio, as always, sat at the head of the table with Valerie. Next to her, was the newest member of her family: baby Maxwell.River and Riley sat to his left, next to them was Tiffany and Lucas. In the middle sat Landon, who insisted on sitting next to Tiffany. At the age of two, he was already chatty and declared Tiffany was his favorite.“Can you pass the gravy, please?” Valerie asked River.“Of course,” he replied, handing her the boat of gravy with a smile.Valerie took the gravy with a grateful nod, pouring some over her mashed potatoes before passing it to Antonio.“Mmm…everything smells amazing. Great job, mia cara,” Antonio grumbled in approval as he took a bite of his chicken.Valerie smiled brightly. “I couldn’t have cooked everything without the help of my family. Thank you everyone for helping.”“Lucas didn’t help,” Tiffany teased, nudging her younger brother. “All he did was sneak into the kitchen to
Jacob returned Tiffany’s kiss with longing, his hands roaming down the slick skin of her back. Tiffany clung to him, pouring all her love and relief into the kiss.When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Jacob rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Tiffany. More than anything. And I promise, no matter what dangers come our way, we’ll face them together.”Tiffany smiled through the tears that pricked at her eyes, blending with the rivulets of water streaming down her face. “I love you too, Jacob. Always.”He kissed her again, soft and sweet, before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. With gentle hands, he began to wash her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp and working the suds through her long tresses. Tiffany leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, relishing the simple intimacy of the moment.As the water rinsed away the shampoo, Jacob’s hands drifted lower, skimming over her shoulders and down her arms. Tiffany shivered despite the heat, her skin tingling
Tiffany pushed past Marco without waiting for another word. Her mind raced as her feet carried her toward the front door. The thought of Jacob lying among the casualties tore through her like a blade, and she couldn’t bear the uncertainty.“Tiff, wait!” Riley called, hurrying after her.“I can’t,” Tiffany snapped over her shoulder, her voice tight with emotion. “I have to know if he’s okay.”River appeared at the end of the hallway, his face darkening when he saw the panic in his daughter’s eyes. “What’s going on?”Riley quickly filled him in, her voice trembling as she explained the situation. River’s jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, grabbing Tiffany’s arm to stop her.“Slow down,” he ordered. “Running in without a plan isn’t going to help anyone. You don’t even know what you’re walking into.”“I don’t care!” Tiffany shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “If something happened to Jacob—”River’s grip tightened just enough to keep her grounded. “And what if you get yourself killed
Tiffany studied the surveillance photos on her laptop again, studying each frame with a critical eye. There had to be something she missed, some clue that would unravel the mystery.As she zoomed in on one particularly grainy image, her breath caught in her throat.In the shadows behind Vincent and his sister was a figure, barely visible.Tiffany leaned in closer, squinting at the blurry figure. It was hard to make out the details, but there was something unmistakable about the shape, something familiar. The silhouette appeared to be tall, with broad shoulders—someone who was built like a fighter.Her heart pounded in her chest. The figure was too close to Vincent for comfort, and the way they stood, half-hidden in the shadows, made it clear they were trying to stay unnoticed. But why? And who was it?She snapped a screenshot of the image and adjusted the contrast, hoping to sharpen the details. The figure became slightly more visible, enough for Tiffany to catch a glimpse of a hand r
Vincent’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained composed. “Boss, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”Tiffany slid a printout of the transcript across the desk. “Don’t play dumb with me, Vincent. I have proof of your little late-night chat. Start talking.”He glanced down at the paper, his brow furrowing as he read the words. When he looked back up, his gaze was steady. “It’s not what it looks like.”“Then enlighten me,” Tiffany said, leaning back in her chair. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve been feeding information to our enemies.”Vincent shook his head. “No, boss. I swear on my life, I would never betray the Red Vipers.”Aria, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward. “Then who were you talking to, Vincent? And why all the secrecy?”Vincent licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting between Tiffany and Aria. “I was talking to my sister. She’s in trouble, mixed up with the wrong crowd. I’ve been trying to help her get out
Tiffany sat in her office, contemplating what to do next. A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she barked, composing herself.Marco, one of her most trusted men, entered. His usual swagger was muted, replaced by a nervous energy that set Tiffany’s teeth on edge.“You wanted to see me, boss?”Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “The Rossi deal. How did our competitors know the exact terms?”Marco shifted his weight, not quite meeting her gaze. “I… I don’t know. Maybe someone overheard something?”“Bullshit,” Tiffany snapped, her patience evaporating. “That information was need-to-know. So either you’re incompetent, or you’re a rat.”Marco’s face flushed. “With all due respect, Ms. Foster, I’ve been loyal to this family for fifteen years. I would never—”“So, you have no idea how it could’ve happened?” Tiffany’s laugh was sharp and bitter. She had been doing some digging and something about Marco was off these days. And now with John dying suddenly…She advanced on Marco, her voice d
River looked up from the papers scattered across his desk, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers.“Tiffany,” River said. He gestured to the leather armchair across from him. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked.She moved woodenly, sinking into the chair. Its softness felt wrong, too comfortable for the weight of sorrow pressing down on her shoulders.“Not great, Dad,” she said.River nodded, his silence an invitation for her to continue. But the words wouldn’t come. They stuck in her throat, choking her with their intensity.Tiffany’s hands clenched in her lap, her nails digging crescents into her palms.“It has been hard on all of us. John was a valuable member of our family.” River’s voice was gentle, understanding.Tiffany nodded, a single tear escaping to trace a path down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily, hating the weakness it represented.“I should have been there,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush.River’s eyes softened, a flicker of pain crossing his
The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. Tiffany pulled into her driveway, the familiar sight of her family’s sprawling estate doing little to calm her nerves. She needed to talk to someone, someone who always understood.“Riley will know what to do,” she muttered, heading towards Riley's room.She knocked on her door, but no one answered.“Um…Miss Tiffany.”She turned around and smiled at their housekeeper. “Yes, Alison?”“Miss Riley went to the dentist with Sky. She won’t be home for a few hours. Is there something you need?” Alison asked.“No. Where is Dad?” she asked.“Mr. Foster went out of town to take care of something.”“Where is John?” Tiffany asked.“I hadn’t seen him since he went to the pool house this morning,” Alison said.Tiffany headed toward the pool house, where her longtime bodyguard and driver, John, was staying. He had helped her through her transition to take her father’s position, so whenever she needed advice, he was always there for her.T
Tiffany stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her jaw set with determination. Vargas’ words echoed in her mind, fueling a fire within her.“I’ll show him,” she muttered, clenching her fists. “I’ll show them all.”The encounter with Vargas had shaken her, but it had also awakened something - a fierce resolve to prove herself as a leader within the Red Vipers. Tiffany took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.“I’m not just some princess,” she told her reflection. “I’m River Foster’s daughter. This is my birthright.”But even as the words left her lips, doubt crept in. Was she really cut out for this life? Could she handle the weight of leadership, the constant danger?Tiffany shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She had to stay focused.Standing from the vanity, Tiffany moved to her closet and selected a sleek black dress. As she slipped it on, Tiffany felt confident.“You’ve got this,” she whispered, smoothing down the fabric. “Just remember what Dad taught you.”Her
Vargas’s grin widened, his amusement deepening as he leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands twice. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and a moment later, the door behind him creaked open.Two burly men dragged in a scrawny, disheveled figure who looked terrified.The man was dumped carelessly on the floor. Vargas gestured lazily toward him.“Meet the Rat,” Vargas said, his tone almost casual. “His name’s Eddie. Loyal to your family for years—or so you thought.”Tiffany’s gaze flicked to Eddie. She felt a twist in her stomach, but she forced her expression to remain cold and detached. This was a test, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to show weakness.Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widened as they focused on her. “Miss Foster,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I didn’t mean to—”“Shut him up,” Vargas snapped, and one of the men delivered a swift kick to Eddie’s side, silencing him with a pained grunt.Tiffany turned her attention back to Vargas. “You wan