Alicia’s POV I expected Mikael to continue with his words but he only turned away and was about to walk to his bedroom (i suspected) when j stopped him with a hand in his arm. “What do you mean she’s alive? And how did you find out? Where is she now?” My barrage of questioning aimed at him mirrored the deluge in my mind. I needed answers and I wanted them NOW. “Mio Dio, tesoro, you ask me when I don’t even fucking know. It was one of our men who found out. Apparently Cross had threatened her and was looking for her as well. When you turned up to the US…” he trailed off but I could read his thoughts. “He thought he could use the murder charge,” i half-whispered. “To catch her and me.” Knowing that she was a target of Cross now didn’t make me feel sorry for her; in fact it made me infuriated and more determined. After how she betrayed me, j had no sympathy for a woman like her who would do anything to come out on top. She was irredeemable in my eyes. “Fine,” I muttered more
Alicia’s POV In the end it wasn’t as difficult as I expected for it to be. We arrived at the door of the bed and breakfast and after a quick inquiry and a $100 note slipped to the receptionist, Mikael and I made our way down the corridor and to the room where they told us Daya was. Or rather, Marissa Rayne. I hoped this was not going to be another dead end. I knocked on the door and waited with baited breath. Music was playing on the other side of the door and I heard footsteps padding closer to our location. The door opened. “Hey, what’s the problem-“ She stopped and appeared frozen in her steps as Mikael wasted no time and shoved his way into the room. She yelled and wrapped her arms around her midsection which had a noticeable bulge over it. She really was alive. And- “You’re pregnant?” I couldn’t believe my eyes.“Alicia,” she looked like she had seen a ghost and shook herself. Then, all of a sudden, she fell into my else’s and began to sob. “Im so sorry! Im so sorry! Pl
Alicia’s POVIt was a knock later that day that startled me out of my gaze. I sat up slowly on the bed, as the door opened. Andy popped her head in and looked concerned for me, and my two boys rushed in and jumped on the bed, disrupting my train of morose thoughts.“Mommy! Where have you been?!” It was Dante who yelled out that question while Ashford rushed to hug me and murmured a low good morning.I had been asleep after a long night, I wanted to tell them but I knew I couldn’t. They were still kids and I was determined to preserve as much of their innocence as I could.Their fathers may be in the mafia but I certainly wasn’t going to let their lives be surrounded by gory details this early on.Communicating my gratitude to Andy with a smile and nod, I got a warm smile back from her.“Ive just been a little under the weather,” I assured the boys, while chancing a glance at the clock on then bedside table. The time read 1.24pm.It was time to get up. And time to properly think about
Alicia’s POV I waited a beat before continuing, noting the dark expression in her eyes. “I’m afraid I have no idea why you’re so combative with me, Cleo,” I sighed. “I have no intention of competing with you with regards to Acker or Mikael. They are my last and I am theirs.” “But you have the key to get them back through the twins, is that what you’re saying?” She seethed, a deadly aura about her. “You’re quite the plotter aren’t you, Alicia Stevens?” “I don’t care what you think I am but I’m going to say this once so listen carefully,” I stood, taking a step towards her. We were at the same height, and I stepped closer to her that our chests were almost touching. “Whatever problem you have with me, don’t even think about bringing it near my children. Since Mik and Acker seem to like you, I can’t stop that. But I won’t have you acting this way in front. My children, do you understand?” “Or what?” She smirked daringly, taunting in her words. “You’ll see. I’m no longer the p
Acker’s POVThe darkness of the streets was suitable cover enough for me to enter my house wi the out causing chaos. A sigh left my lips, and I then began the task of undressing while still walking to my bedroom.One glance at me would have told what I had been doing that night. Blood was splattered all over my shirt, pants and coat, and my gun was in the inner pocket of my jacket, the bullets in its chamber far spent.Dealing with Cross and his allies however was most satisfying, for at last we had the upper hand. With Serrano’s and my combined forces, we had forced most of Cross’ allies to retreat. Cross still had a warrant out for his arrest, and that meant the law enforcement in our pockets would turn a blind eye to the violence against his men.The stench of fresh blood, metallic and pungent, made my nose wrinkle. I tossed my clothes in the laundry hamper, sure that the maid would get to it in time. I needed a fucking shower.And I needed to get back to the US. I missed my family
Alicia’s POVThe breeze ruffled my hair as I chased Dante and Ashford at a sedate pace through the garden.My boys laughed, a tingling sound that brought me nothing but peace and content in the turbulent world.Meanwhile Andy watched from her spot on the patio. It was almost like nothing had changed, like we were still in the UK and living a quiet life without fear.“Got you!” I grabbed Ashford’s midsection and he let out an uncharacteristic squeal, wriggling about in my arms as I peppered his face with kisses.“Mom!” Ashford yelled, his face flush with joy and childlike excitement. “Let go!”“Not unless you say please,” I smirked down at him. “And that you love me very much.”The sound of the fence swinging made me turn around and my remaining words died in my lips as I saw Acker cross the small fence and enter the garden, his coat swinging.Suddenly my heart began to flutter and there was a quest feeling in my stomach as he approached.Why did he look so damn good?“Hello,” he stopp
Mikael’s POV“She said that?” Disbelief colored my voice as I turned around and looked at Acker who gave me a hard glare from where he sat. He didn’t look too happy about my statement. “I didn’t expect that of her.”We were at my casino, both of us nursing considerably high malignes of liquor in our glasses.“Did you expect her to suddenly change her mind? She doesn’t trust us, Serrano,” he sighed, looking still just as disgruntled.I felt kind of bad now, because even though we weren’t friends, we were both bound together by our love for Alicia, and the children we shared.Sighing, i sat across from him and crossed my legs, taking a sip of whiskey that made a hot trail down my throat a settled at the bottom of my stomach.“Are you telling me that means you give up? Because I for one am not. She’s our woman, Cazzo,” i stated. “And whether she likes it or not, that won’t change.”“Come pensi di farlo se non vuole avere niente a che fare con noi?”“E' il suo dannato problema. E LEI è la
Alicia’s POVA yawn left my lips and I covered my mouth, blinking slowly as I watched my two boys do the same.“Come on now, time for bed,” I gestured to Dante and Ashford who both nodded obediently and each took one of my outstretched hands. “Say Goodnight, Aunt Andy,” I singsonged and Andy chuckled as the well-fed, played out boys chorused their good nights to her.They were already exhausted, I could tell. I’d made sure to make up for the time I spent working (aka getting more information on Mikael and Acker to pin them for my dad’s death).As much as my mind was set on revenge I didn’t want my two boys to suffer for it.They shuffled beside me, leaning onto my body as we left the dining hall and moved towards the foyer where the stairs waited for us. I relished in the warmth of their presence beside me. They were on the cusp of five years old and had already grown so tall and become much more independent. It reminded me of a quote I saw to treasure the days, because children grow