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
Alicia’s POVMy lips parted in a moan the very moment I felt his hands slip under my shirt.The room was dark but I knew him by the scent of his cologne, the way his voice hummed as he continued his ministrations. I was under a spell and didn’t move.“M-Mik-“And before I could speak his name in its entirety, I was silenced by the taste of cigars on his lips, pressed onto mine. I gave into the kiss eagerly and moaned softly as his tongue drove me further down the depths of my lust.His touches were driving me crazy, the way his hands were everywhere on my breast, my torso, my thighs…I reached out to touch him as well, half-blind but desperate. I wanted him so bad. He had no idea what I would give to spend a lifetime touching him.Suddenly a different hand snakes around my wrist and pinned it down to the mattress. I writhed, hearing another familiar voice in my ear, whispering in the most seductive tones.“Don’t stop him, love. Let us take care of you.”Acker, my mind supplied in the
Acker’s POVWhen I was younger I wished for a time when my father would have breakfast with myself and my mother. He was a low level mobster who fell from grace when his boss was executed by a rival mob.For the first time in my life I was placed in a situation where I wished my father had been in when i was younger, a peaceful summer morning, having breakfast with my family.It reminded me of the many failings of my childhood, including my mother’s unhappy marriage with my father.That was another thing I didn’t want to copy from my father no matter what.I glanced briefly at Alicia, who ate silently without saying a word to me or anyone else. Even Andy, her best friend, looked concerned for her, casting furtive glanced at her from across the table.Serrano and I exchanged a brief glance, and mentally prepared ourselves for the aftermath. She wasn’t pleased and we had to rectify it. Neither of us wanted to lose her.As breakfast ended, the blonde Mafia Don cleared his throat, command
Mikael’s POVShe was being way too quiet.I eyed Alicia out of the corner of my eyes, gazing worriedly at her as she sipped at her coffee.She had returned a little earlier in the morning the previous day, I recalled. And she was more somber than her usual self.Where had she gone?The question was pushed to the back of my mind as Dante began to cough, likely as a result of some water going down the wrong pipe. I reached for a napkin and made to stand up from my chair, but Alicia was blessedly faster, and she grasped our son’s chin gently while patting his back.“There there,” she murmured softly. I relaxed at the warmth in her voice. She was fine. Perhaps she just needed some space like Madden liked to insist on.Leaning back into the chair I observed her, my mind full of thoughts of her. She had been acting this way ever since Madden and I had fucked her. Was that the reason why?Regardless, there was nothing I could do by wondering.My phone vibrated in my trouser pocket and I glan
Alicia’s POVMy dream was of a house in the countryside, somewhere where the sun was nice and warm yet not too hot. I played in the meadow with my two sons, like I was in a fairytale. Suddenly dark clouds filled the sky and my vision went static. Rain began to fall.~Buzz~~Buzz~I winced, shaking my head and only a little aware of the dream fading from my mind.My eyes were unbelievably bleary and my limbs heavier than I’d expect after a good night's sleep.Opening my eyes after another second, I saw darkness only broken by the little light from my phone.Someone was calling.With a soft grunt I reached for the phone which continued to vibrate as it rang.‘Safehouse,’ the caller ID said.Noticing the time to be only 12.13am, I inhaled sharply. This had to be important.Immediately the sleep cleared from my eyes and I answered the call.“What is it?” I demanded to know.“Good you’re up,” it was Matt’s friend breathing heavily over the phone. He didn't sound too happy.“I was asleep,”
Alicia’s POV “Holy shiiiiit,” I hissed with pleasure, my eyes rolled back. My legs parted wider as Mik’s slick, thick manhood thrust in and out of me in a beautiful deep rhythm. It HAD been a long time; no one could blame me. I lost myself in another series of moans, feeling hands all over my body. “Be careful,” Acker warned, and I wasn’t sure who he was warning in my sex-addled brain until I realized Mik was chuckling as he moved his hips to mine. “You don’t want me to break her in for you, Madden? Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be the same by the time you’re up.” I heard something that sounded like a curse come from Acker but I didn’t care. Despite both men bickering, they were incredibly focused on one thing and one thing only: me. I had long lost track of where I was. We had moved from room to room like horny teenagers and now, I was in a chair, or a desk, or wherever. All I knew was that my hands and hair were held back by Acker as I took Mik’s cock like a good girl. Hands
Alicia’s POV “She is right here.” I replied loudly to the man that was speaking to someone whom I neither knew nor cared to know, making my presence known at the party entrance. As if by a spell all eyes turned to me, and I took advantage of the spotlight. I knew exactly how I looked. I had taken my time all weekend to clean up my looks to make sure I wouldn’t appear too shabby as Ash’s and Dante’s mother. I was practically the most desired woman to be in terms of position, having the children of two of the most powerful Dons in the world. And I was going to enjoy it. The spotlight wasn’t usually what I searched for but I reveled in it now, a dark glee in my heart as Mikael and Acker’s eyes were like flames burning my skin. The glittering red gown I had chosen was fired to my body, held up only by spaghetti straps with pearls as an accent. My hair was up in a stylish updo and showed off my neck and décolletage, which spotted a lovely necklace I picked for myself with care. In al
Acker’s POV“Make sure it is done. No excuses this time. And use another supplier if this one doesn’t make things according to our requirements,” I cut off one of my executives before he could go on another rant during our call. I was already fed up and late for a very important engagement - picking up my sons from the house to attend their birthday party.Unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while I walked into my home office to grab the box I had left there wrapped and ready for tonight, I noticed Javier was seated on the armchair close to my desk, and giving me a serious look.I ended the call and sighed heavily. I hated handling business sometimes. It was easy work in theory but human beings and bureaucracy could make every little thing difficult.“You clearly haven’t gone for a shower yet,” Javier helpfully pointed out, tutting in a manner that was exasperated. “You still have paint on your face.”My jaw ticked.“I’m well aware of that, Javier. Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”
Alicia’s POVThe party hadn’t occurred yet and it already gave me a headache. My scowl prominent, I listened to the chef and event planner - Duran, what an odd surname, I thought absently - as they discussed the event.“Whatever you have to decide, so it with their fathers," I stated when I could get a word in. I wanted nothing to do with this or them or this farce of a damn party that was forced on me.The pair glanced at each other wide-eyed and I didn’t wait for a response, instead storming off to my room for some much needed alone time. Slamming the door shut down othbeicj force that the walls shook, I let out an agonized yell.“I hate them both,” I hissed through my teeth. Why did it feel like the entire world was against me? I sat in the edge of the bed recalling Andy’s discussion with me earlier.2 hours ago:I was furious, seeing red. Hardly able to contain myself.“Alis, wait,” Andy called, her footsteps fast paced. I whirled about to face her.“You TOLD them about the boys’
Mikael’s POVMy hands clenched and unclenched, while my mind struggled to make sense of the report that the police commissioner gave me mere seconds ago. My blood was effectively boiling.How could this have happened right under our noses? For the girl, the only connection we had at this crucial time to my bastard half-brother, to escape like that… I couldn’t fatho it for the life of me.Madden turned to Alicia, his signature cool and collected veneer on full display as he replied, “This is not the time to discuss such things. You should focus on your breakfast love.”Endearment aside I thought he had the right idea. We shouldn’t talk about this when the children were around, no matter how urgent it seemed to be.“And the party,” Ashford piped up in the wake of Madden’s words which made his mother whip her head around to stare at him unblinkingly“What party exactly?” Alicia sounded confused, tired and— was that relief I heard in her voice?“Our birthday party!” Dante too the opportun
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 on 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 foots
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. Against my better judgement, of fucking course. 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 l