Antonio POV.We have planned for extraction. We followed the signal of all three trackers. Do they know they have them? Is Alejandro luring us all into a false sense of security?Either way, it doesn’t matter he has taken my children and wife. Even if we aren’t really married, she is still mine and that won’t change anytime soon.In six years, he has changed his guards regularly. The only ones who haven’t changed are José and my father. The others are expendable. So this will be a cakewalk. We are disguised as guards and that is how we will infiltrate his compound.“From the tutor, he gave us detailed information on the daily operations of the guards around and inside the compound. He was even kind enough to give us the location of the holding cells, the interrogation room, and the bedrooms which is where the children will be.” Gianni says as we all sit in a hotel room just on the outskirts of the town where Alejandro is held up.“Yeah, but you forget we have been there before.”“Yes,
Antonio POV.“Teagan, wake up, tiger.” I cradle her in my arms as I reach for her face. I shake her gently, her eyes slowly open and she reaches for my face even though she is covered in that cunt’s blood.“You came. The kids, we need to get to them. Alejandro told them I’m dead, and you did it. I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep them safe. I’m … so … sorry.” She sobs and I shake my head.“You kept them safe, you went with them to keep them safe. You are amazing, tiger, you are strong.” I tell her as the tears leave my eyes as I look from her face to her naked form in my arms. She has cuts and bruises to be beautiful skin.“The women, get them out. Help them Antonio. I need … I need …”“What do you need tiger, tell me?”“To find the kids and to find him.” She says as she struggles to keep her eyes open. The sound of metal opening as the women are freed. One comes over, but I give her a look as Rosena stops her.“Here, put this on her.” She hands a long T-shirt to Rosena and we pull it over he
Teagan POV.I watch as Antonio and Marco leave the room with my kids. I turn and see my father crawling along the floor. I walk closer to him. The gun is out of reach. So I move to it and pick it up and place it in my holster that is strapped to my thigh.“So, what now? You going to kill me?” he sneers with a groan of pain. I just watch him as he attempts to get up. I move to him and grab him by his hair and pull him up. I wince with the movement. He tried to hurt my kids, he hurt me, he has hurt so many fucking people and it ends now.“It is what you deserve for what you have done and allowed to happen. You are not my father. That man died when my mom did.” A small part of me feels sadness as I look into those eyes, the eyes that always sparkled when I was younger. I was always safe with him until I wasn’t.I remember the good times we had. The family vacations, the celebrations at my early achievements. How he would build blanket forts when it stormed outside and we would all lay un
Teagan POV.It has been three months since what happened in Mexico. I have taken over the remaining cartel and the title of the heir to the DeNucci family. That was all finalised in the weeks after the takedown in Mexico.It was hard to do, especially when the kids had refused to leave my side in the beginning, and that was fine with me. I needed them close to me. Antonio was great and understood that we needed time to digest what happened. After it was all finalised, I spiralled, and I spiralled fast and hard.He understood I needed time to process that I killed my father. No, not my father, but the monster he became. Even though I knew it was either me or him, I knew that it is still a burden, as my mind refuses to acknowledge any of his wrongdoings. It’s like my brain is stuck in a loop of all the good he did and how he was in the beginning.Antonio has been there to pull me out of the downward spiral I was heading in. The denial of what happened. He has not left my side and for th
Teagan POV.I’m numb. That’s all I can describe this. Numb and in shock. I look at the black-and-white image in my hand and blink. No, this is not happening!I’m fifteen weeks pregnant! What the fuck!“Teagan, it’s ok.” I look from the image in my hand as I look at Antonio, who is sitting there all smug. With a look on his face of I told you so. I’m freaking out. Can I do this again? The twins were hard enough. Now another one?“How is this ok? I was so convinced it wasn’t. Oh my god, it’s not the right time Antonio. It’s not the right time.” I sob into my hands. I should be happy, but I’m too stressed still fighting the demons of what I did. How can we have another baby? We can’t.“Hey, shh. We will face this together. You’re not alone, Teagan. Don’t you see that this baby. Our baby is a blessing. It is a gift. We will do this together. I promise you.” he pulls me to him as I sob. I don’t know how to feel about this. I should be over the moon, but I’m not.“You are going to speak to
Angel POV.I watch as my momma and daddy dance around the kitchen. I smile at what they have and I know I will never have that. You see, I am now twenty-one years old. I’m keeping a secret from my parents. A secret that will cause a war.I sigh as I head to my room. I take the stairs and head into my room. I sit on the bed and think about what I’m going to do? I look at my phone next to me and pick it up. I open the messaging app and look at his profile picture.Ryder or Savage, as he is known to the club. He is the son of Hatchet, the former president of the Prince of Darkness MC. The same MC that has an allegiance with my family.I have known Ryder since we were kids. He is older than I am. He is twenty-five years old and has recently taken over as pres of the MC. I have been in love with him since we were kids, but everything changed a few weeks ago.I have been sleeping with him since I turned eighteen. We were in a relationship. A secret one at that. I couldn’t tell my parents be
Teagan POV.Looking at the memorial photo on the wall, I feel nothing. Not even twelve years later. If anything, it has been eighteen years ago since I lost him, the same day I lost my mom.My mom was killed in the line of duty. She was a beat cop, and she loved her job. She was gunned down. It was a wrong place at the wrong time scenario. That day, I lost both my parents. My dad was a renowned FBI agent. The day she died, he was never the same again.I was seven at the time. I remember being woken by a loud crash and a roar filled with pain; I hid in my closet until my dad found me. He was crying. He told me mommy was with the angels and she wasn’t coming back. I cried, refused to eat, I became a shell. My father, well, he forgot he had a daughter who needed him.He was too consumed with his work to even notice how bad things were getting, or how his young daughter had to fend for herself. Cooking and cleaning because he was too busy. He never hurt me physically, but the emotional sc
Teagan POV.My fingers drum on the steering wheel of my car to Mr Brightside by The Killers as I pull up to my new home. I have been on assignment for the past week, getting used to the area. Also infiltrating the local area and putting my feelers out for the infamous Antonio Moretti.I park the car and kill the engine, getting out and grab the groceries out of the trunk of my car. Walking up the path to my front door. I balance the bag on my hip as I put the key in my front door and push it open. The contents of the bag fall and I curse.“Shit! No, Lucifer, no, leave it alone.” I try to wrestle with my fur ball of a dog to take back the bag of chips. Damn mutt. He just bolts, no doubt being very happy with himself.I get up off the floor and begin to grab my groceries and put them away. Moving back to the front door, I close it, locking it tight and get to work. Lucifer comes back in with the unopened yet soggy, crumpled bag of destroyed chips.“Thanks.” I say with a chuckle as I tak