Alicia’s POV Oh?Surprise ran through me and morphed into cruel amusement and irony.His child?Was that what he was after all this time? It was such an odd concept, that the normally malicious Cross would be so intent on retrieving his child.“Oh this is rich!” A laugh left my lips and I could hardly hold in anything anymore. “Il grande serpente cattivo ha paura di perdere suo figlio. Egoista, dopo che hai messo in pericolo il mio. Do you feel proud of yourself, hmm?”“Oh get off your fucking high horse, Alicia. My child is MY heir, do you understand?”Here we go again. Did he learn nothing?“And MY children are my life! Yet you thought you could not only frame me for a bullshit crime in the first place, you TOOK them from me and thought you could hold them over my head! You’re nothing but a selfish bastard who always whines when he cannot get his way!”He was silent again and for a while I thought he would have something else to say to irritate me. But no. It was still silent after
Acker’s POVAn hour ago:I entered the mansion, aware of Serrano’s men stationed at the gates and front porch, hidden by the bushes and growing vines on the pillars.I had to admit; the mansion was a nice choice on Serrano’s part.Stepping through the front door I was warmed by the sound of laughter that I could trace to the living room. Entering there I was briefly stunned by the sight of Serrano seated on the rug, his hair disheveled and laughing uncontrollably as Dante and Ashford climbed over his body.It was such a domestic sight, and one that irked me a little. Perhaps I should spend more time with our sons. He had the benefit of living in the same mansion where Alicia and the twins were placed in. I’d be changing that soon.The nanny noticed my arrival and bowed to me, but Serrano had yet to even glance my way.Clearing my throat made him freeze and I could see the moment embarrassment showed in his face, but quickly cleared up as he stood.“If you’re here for lunch, then you’r
Alicia’s POVThis was a sight I never expected to see.Cleo, being on the unfriendly end of a gun aimed by Mikael himself.At first I was calm, then confused, then angry. Absolutely furious.How dare they play this drama out in a house where MY children were?“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled at all three of them.Cleo openly glared at me.“Well would you look at that? She’s returned,” her voice was softly spoke but cut like a knife. “And where have you been? Gone on another stroll round the city?”I grit my teeth. I didn’t want to give off the vibe that I had been doing something incredibly secretive. But from her line of questioning it was clear she was doing this on purpose to rile me up.“Mikael, put down the gun,” I said. “Whatever lovers quarrel you two have, it will NOT be here that you do this.”Mikael dropped his hand and took a step back, his emerald eyes fixed on me.“Alicia-“ Acker stepped forward and I turned my glare on him. “You misunderstand the situation.”“Oh,
Alicia’s POVAcker spoke with a graveness not normally heard from him.“I give you my word, love. I’d sooner burn my company and mafia to the ground than to hurt one hair on their heads,” he promised. “Nor would I ever want to hurt you.”The tension between us was palpable and I swallowed, trying to not show how affected I was by just a little touch from him, or his words, or his closeness to me.Just like Mikael was very good at riling me up, Acker seemed to have a knack for calming me down. I couldn’t explain it.I let go of the anger I had felt and the hurt, and focused on him. Only on him. And I couldn’t look away.“Let’s go home,” l said, and he nodded, reaching out his hand to steady me as I stood, before we both went to where Dante and Ashford were playing, oblivious to our conversation.…Hours passed and I shifted in bed, sighing heavily to the silence of the room.Had the boys eaten dinner? Surely by now they would be in bed too.The clock beside me glowed with its numbers s
Mikael’s POV“G’night daddy.”The tension buried in my spine bled out from me and it was all too easy to muster up a smile as Dante hugged me, and ran to Madden to do the same. Ashford followed in his brother’s footsteps and the nanny led them away from the living room.As soon as they were gone from sight I ordered the maid, “Bring me the Macallan on my desk.”“You should drink less, Serrano,” Madden’s tone was chiding and I showed him my middle finger.“Non me ne frega un cazzo,” i shot back with, rolling my eyes.Within minutes I was sipping slowly at a small shot of whiskey, thinking of how badly the day turned out.That bitch had stirred up trouble again. Cleo fucking Abrams.“I’ll kill her one day. She’s more trouble than she’s worth,” I mused aloud, my Italian accent thicker than usual. I was exhausted to say the least, a far cry from the relaxation I expected this day off work to be for me.Fuck my life, I thought, taking a large gulp of the whiskey, adding another kindling to
Alicia’s POVA couple of minutes ago:I stood at the entrance of the dining hall, hesitating. Should I go in? Somehow I didn’t know if I could control myself, pull back from my anger enough to have breakfast with Mikael being right there.Could I fake a smile?My hands clenched into fists.Could I pretend like my father’s death wasn’t their fault?Could I? It felt like a betrayal to remain in this house, to live under Mikael’s roof and to accept them forming a relationship with our sons, knowing what they had done.“Everything okay?”Andy’s voice made me turn, pulling me back to reality. She looked gorgeous as always, reminding me of how much she was enjoying her time at this house once again, while I was suffering inside.“Uh, yeah, I’m alright,” I mumbled as she parted my shoulder. “Just feeling tired is all.”She smiled and nodded in such an understanding manner before moving past me to walk into the dining hall.“Ah, Andy,” I heard Mikael’s voice distantly, and my heart skipped at
Mikael’s POV“Whatever, it’s none of my business,” she had said.Yet even as she said that she appeared the opposite. Her posture was rigid, her lips drawn into a scowl that looked more appealing than it did intimidating.Honestly I’d never met a woman so stubborn in my life and perhaps that’s why I fell in love with her.I had no issues playing this game of hers.“Alright,” I responded lightly. “Just making it known. You should have your breakfast.”“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” Alicia’s words were just as cutting as I expected, and she huffed, her shoulders shrugging as she turned around to walk out of the living room.In a dizzying instant I saw her stumble, and I reached to grasp her by the waist and pulled her closer as her knees buckled under her.“Ugh,” she groaned, shutting her eyes tightly. “I really need to get some more sleep.”She hadn’t slept? That explained the worrying eye-bags under her eyes, and how pale she looked earlier.Why hadn’t she slept again?“Shall I call
Alicia’s POV Two days later:Tonight was the night.10:47 pm. My room was dark but I could still spot the letters on the alarm clock, glowing distinctly.I sat up in the bed, checking my phone every couple of seconds as though that would make a difference. I had to be patient. Because tonight, Daya would escape police custody. Matt had been of more help than I had previously anticipated and he had sent one of his ‘good friends’ skilled at evading law enforcement to pick Daya up.While I wished I could be there myself to see it going on, I knew it would be next to impossible. Mikael, for one, would notice that I had left the house.The sound of footsteps drawing close to my door alerted me. Damn it. I was supposed to be asleep! Feigning a stomach ache in order to leave the dinner table early had its drawbacks.Swiftly I pulled the covers up, hiding my phone underneath the blanket and laid down, turning my head to the side and closing my eyes.The door opened, and multiple footsteps fo