Kelley sat at a round table in a private room in Razz and waited for Ernesto Romano. He had opted to come alone although Connor was never far. He was Kelley’s personal bodyguard and sometimes he blended in so well that even Kelley couldn’t spot him.The door slid to the side and the hostess appeared with a man behind her. “Your table, Mr Romano.”Kelley stood up as the man walked past the hostess. She smiled and disappeared from view, the door sliding closed again. “Mr Romano, Kelley Alexander.” They shook hands and the man pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, so Kelley sat as well.“Your lawyer doesn’t take no for an answer.”Kelley smiled at the thought of Lee browbeating this man. “He’s good at his job.”“I find it hard to believe that Charles told you about the arranged marriage.”Ernesto was pure Italian, average in height and weight with an air of arrogance. His olive toned skin was scarred across his cheeks and his black hair was oiled back. Kelley got the idea that this
By Wednesday Kelley realized that Ernesto had never given him the name of the Romano daughter he’d marry. Blaire’s initial searches turned up five Romano daughters living in Ernesto’s household. Two of the girls had been adopted after his brother had died.The first one was Fernanda, aged twenty-one. She was a beautiful young woman but something about her didn’t feel right to Kelley. She looked spoiled, pampered and shallow. Her hobbies included shopping, getting her nails done and pouting for selfies.The second daughter was Milana, aged eighteen. The smile on the photograph seemed timid, almost shy and she didn’t share her older sister’s beauty, though, she wasn’t ugly. Her face was innocent, too young and Kelley almost felt bad for her.Kelley dropped the folder on his desk and realized that within two days he’d be a married man. Marella had organized a small ceremony at a chapel with a pastor he’d never met and didn’t know. Afterwards they’d come back to the house for a small rece
Lee sat in his car in the driveway of his house. Marella was inside, probably looking at takeout menus and trying to decide what to order for dinner. His heart rate had calmed, the adrenaline having worked out of his system in what felt like seconds.Seeing Keith in that warehouse, looking so smug had done a number on him. He hadn’t felt that type of rage in years, had worked so hard to bury it all. He had no idea what the hell he was doing. He’d left Kelley to deal with the aftermath of his rage and he felt guilty as hell.‘I’ve got you, Lee.’ He heard Kelley’s voice in his head.‘Yeah, you’ve always got everyone, Kelley,’ he thought grimly to himself. ‘But who’s got your back?’ It was one of the reasons why he’d studied law, to give back, to help protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.Lee opened the front door and found Marella on the couch with a staggering number of takeout menu’s on the coffee table. He needed that type of normal now. Marella looked up at him, the smile o
“Who’s Basilio Giudice?”Kelley looked up from where he was fastening his cufflinks as Lee leaned in the doorway looking like himself again. Kelley hadn’t heard from him until now, Friday morning.“Why do you ask, Lee?”“Because I find it ironic that an unknown Italian businessman has just started buying up everything in the upper districts that we don’t already own.” Kelley smiled and Lee shook his head. “You did it again, asshole. Why can’t you just tell us before you go off and do shit?”“Shit’s a bad word, Uncle Lee.”“Gracie! Don’t say shit.” Mason shot a glare at Lee and Kelley smiled as Grace bounded up to him.“Hello, princess. You look beautiful.”“Thank you, Uncle Kelley, you look pretty too.”Mason stifled a laugh and Lee raised his eyebrow as Kelley picked her up and turned back to the mirror. Grace traced Kelley’s tie with her finger and then kissed him on the cheek and smiled her toothless smile at him.“That’s not something you hear in the same sentence, ever.” Mason’s
Kelley straightened up as the inner doors of the chapel opened and he clasped his hands in front of him as a woman appeared with a small bouquet of flowers in front of her. Kelley recognized her as Fernanda, the older sister.She was even more beautiful in person but Kelley saw past that. She wore too much make-up and her dress was too tight, revealed too much cleavage and her heels were ridiculous in the chapel, essentially a holy place.Kelley looked past her and the two other sisters that followed and he exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when Ernesto came into view and on his arm, his bride. The music softened and slowed as they entered the chapel.Lee and Mason stood behind him and he caught Carey’s gaze. Her eyes held love and pride and she smiled encouragingly at him. Kelley smiled back at her and then Ernesto was right in front of him. Ernesto gripped his hand tightly and Kelley cringed inwardly at the sweaty feel.“Who gives this woman to this man?” The p
Lee closed the front door behind him softly, the entryway dark and the living room beyond it too. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, knowing he had to talk to Marella but dreading the outcome of the conversation. “You came home.” Lee looked up at Marella standing at the head of the stairs in her pajamas. She looked younger with her hair down and the make-up rubbed from her face. One hand had inadvertently gone to her flat stomach and Lee swallowed the rising bile away. “We should talk.” “I’m really tired, Lee, and I’m just glad you’re home.” Lee’s heart broke a little as he took the steps slowly towards her. She reached out her hand and he took it, followed her back into their bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Marella sat down next to him and her hand found his cheek. “I can’t do this, Marella.” “Do what?” “It’s me or the baby. I can’t give you both. I … I lo … You’re my whole life, Marella, but a life with me is without children.” “Why, Lee? I don’t understand.
Kelley rushed up the stairs after Milana, who had spun on her heel after her last statement and power walked away from him and Connor. He heard Connor’s laugh from the living room and silently swore the man laughing at his predicament.“Milana … wait.”“Yes, Mr Alexander?”Milana had stopped walking and turned around so fast that Kelley almost walked right into her. The momentum was too great and he grabbed her shoulders, crashing her against the wall next to her bedroom door.“Sorry.”Milana looked up at him, swallowed nervously and then looked down. “It’s okay.”She twisted out of his arms and walked into her bedroom. It was neat, the bed made up and her suitcases unpacked. On the side table was a framed picture of a dog. Milana stopped halfway into the room then turned to look at him.“What you saw last night …”“Has nothing to do with me.”“I’m not a cheater, Milana. She was emotional and her hormones are all over the place.”“You really don’t have to explain your extra curricular
People rarely knocked on Kelley’s study door. Lee and Mason would just walk in and Connor cleared his throat right before walking in. If he needed privacy he’d lock the door, at least that’s what he told Mason when he asked about walking in on something he’d rather not see.The knock on his study door came again, a bit harder this time and Kelley stood up from behind his desk with annoyance. He yanked the door open ready to lay in to whoever it was since he’d made it clear to the staff that he didn’t want anyone near the study.Kelley blinked and relaxed his stance. Milana’s eyes found his and then she lowered her gaze. She held the schedule in her hands and Kelley looked her up and down. Her shoes were worn, her denim frayed at the ends and the t-shirt she wore a little washed out.“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I mean … you said the study was off limits … I’ll just go.”“Milana, wait.”She stopped halfway in her turn but didn’t turn back, her hand now clutching the schedule like she
It was a week later when Jesse called him. It was a go. Nobody talked about his little meltdown, instead they walked on eggshells around him. Lee and Mason hovered, worked out of his study and at night Milana occupied his mind with sex. It wasn’t a bad deal, except that they all watched him, constantly.Nobody told her that it was Ernesto that he had killed and neither did he. He kept quiet and he waited. He tried to be himself, it was hard, but he tried. It didn’t fool his brothers though. They knew something was up and Connor finally broke the ice.“I can’t really decide who’s the crazier motherfucker, you or Lee.”Kelley looked up from his laptop and Lee huffed out a laugh. “Kelley. Definitely Kelley.”“You stabbed your father over thirty times, how am I crazier than you?”Mason leaned back against the sofa and took turns to look at them. “Did you see that guy’s face? You caved his skull in with your bare hands!”“Soft in the head just took on a whole new meaning for me,” Kelley sa
The front door opened as Kelley walked up the two wide stone steps. “Welcome to Meadow Lake, Kelley.”“Ernesto.”Kelley followed him to his office and they sat down on the two sofas facing each other. Ernesto poured them each a drink, assuming that Kelley would want one. He didn’t really but he took it and emptied the glass.“So what brings you to my little town?” Ernesto looked smug and Kelley fought to keep the sneer from his face.“I want to know where Milana’s mother is,” Kelley said.“I see.”Kelley’s expression remained stoic and he could see Ernesto was thinking about his answer. It wouldn’t be a good answer, Kelley knew that too. Kelley shifted slightly and pulled the pistol from under his jacket.Ernesto’s eyes followed the movement and his left eye twitched as the pistol came to rest on Kelley’s thigh. “Where is she?”“She’s dead. She killed herself four years ago,” Ernesto said calmly.“You didn’t think to share that news with her daughter?”Ernesto shifted and Kelley’s han
Kelley walked into his study with a grin on his face. He’d barely slept the previous night, despite his exhaustion. Once hadn’t been enough and he’d reached for Milana a few times until the sun rose and he’d gotten up for Kyzer.He walked over to the couch area and moved the one he and Milana had been on back to its original place. His tie was on the back of the other couch and it slipped to the floor against the wall just as he reached for it.Kelley moved the couch away from the wall and bent down to retrieve his tie. The wooden part of the skirting lay on the floor and he pushed the couch further away and picked it up. He looked at the piece in his hand, the edges a little jagged, like it had been cut out.He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the flashlight app on and directed the light into the hole that had been hidden by the skirting piece. He lay flat on his stomach as he moved his phone and something caught his eye.Kelley stuck his fingers inside and it gripped the
The dining room remained quiet for exactly twenty seconds when Kelley walked out before everyone started talking at the same time.“That was intense,” Sylvie breathed.“You!” Marley stood up and pointed her finger at Sylvie. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off him the entire time. Get over it, he’ll never love you. He loves her!” Marley pointed at Milana and sat back down.“Shut up, Marley,” Jesse said softly.“Is that true?” Mason asked. “Are you still in love with Kelley?”“I should go talk to him,” Lee said.“No!” Milana said fiercely. “I’ll go talk to him, if any of you go up there now he’ll probably kill you. He won’t hurt me.”“Says the one that tried to kill him,” Marley muttered.“You created this whole mess, Marley. You should listen to Jesse and shut the fuck up,” Milana hissed and walked out of the dining room.Nobody moved and then Jeannie stood up and glared at all of them. “This is all levels of fucked up but Kelley’s right about one thing. You all want to get angry and gla
The weeks sped by and Kelley became broodier and quieter than ever before. He spent more and more time in his study catching up on work and spreading their business further, moving across continents and into other markets.He went to sleep each night with his back turned towards Milana but they always woke up attached to each other in some way. Today would be a test for all of them. They were planning a family dinner and Kyzer was already three months old.He rubbed his temples, wishing the headache would go away. It was the one constant ever since the coma. He had one every night and probably would for the rest of his life. He had an hour before everyone would knock down his front door.Milana walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body as Kelley closed the bedroom door behind him. She didn’t look at him but rather looked past him. His grip on her arm made her waver because he hadn’t hurt her, not once since that night he gave his ultimatum.“Mila …”“I need to get re
Kelley was standing by the crib when Kyzer’s face scrunched up and he picked him up before he had the chance to scream. He changed him and then sat in the rocking chair as he fed him the bottle he’d made. He didn’t feel like he’d missed anything but Kyzer was bigger and heavier and his face had changed a little.The door opened and Kelley looked up just as he pulled the empty bottle from Kyzer’s mouth. He placed the bottle on the table next to the rocking chair and lifted Kyzer to his shoulder. Three burps later and Kyzer was already half asleep.Milana had remained standing in the doorway, leaning against it. Tears were running down her cheeks and she hadn’t bothered to wipe them away. Kelley tucked Kyzer in, sighing softly in his sleep, before he turned to face Milana.He gripped her hand in his as he walked past her and pulled her behind him towards their bedroom. His bedroom, since none of her things had been in the dressing room when he’d changed earlier. He waited until she was
Kelley’s eyelids fluttered and he blinked a few times before the ceiling came into focus. He tried to swallow and felt the nausea rising. Kelley’s hand rose to his face and he felt the tube going down his nose.He started pulling, slowly and swallowed the nausea down. The pipe seemed never ending and when the last bit popped out of his nose, he gagged. The beeping was low in his ears but irritatingly there. Kelley turned to look at it with a frown and then he switched it off.He ripped the patches off his chest and stumbled to the bathroom. His hand was against the wall because his balance was up to shit. Something was trailing on the floor behind him and he felt for the light switch and stepped back as his reflection appeared in the mirror.“What the fuck,” Kelley whispered.He looked down and saw the bag half-filled with urine. ‘Why the hell do I have a catheter?’ he thought to himself as he picked it up and placed the bag on the counter. His head felt fuzzy but he wasn’t in pain at
Five weeks later …Mason looked at his phone for the hundredth time. It wasn’t going to magically ring. He rubbed his hands over his face and walked out of his office at the warehouse. His calm veneer was cracking, his soul was splitting off piece by piece.Their family was breaking and he had no idea how to fix it or even if he wanted to try and fix it. Carey wasn’t talking to him, Marella wasn’t talking to Lee and Connor was like a bear with a sore tooth. Grace had been with Carey for two days now, she’d taken her for the weekend.Marley was the only woman that was talking to them. Steel had drifted to the other side, he’d had no choice. Milana was his detail and he stuck to her side. Connor had lost his shit, broken three chairs and Steel had had to drag him away from Milana.Kelley had survived brain surgery, even though the odds had been stacked heavily against him. There had been swelling, another brain bleed and another surgery, he’d survived that as well, even though his docto
Two weeks passed and they’d fallen into a routine with Kyzer. Kelley did most of the heavy lifting, bringing Kyzer to their bed so Milana could feed him. The doctor’s timeline had been four weeks and Kelley made sure she stuck to it.She looked healthier, her hair shining again although she hadn’t gained any considerable weight yet, though Kyzer had. His pediatrician was happy with everything and Kelley felt like he could breathe easier.He hadn’t heard from Sylvie and he doubted he would and as the days passed he felt more comfortable. Mila looked more and more like herself again and at night she slept in his arms, her head on his chest like they’d always done.Kelley opened his eyes and gripped his erection through his pajama pants. He hated sex dreams, especially now. It was still early, not even six am yet. Milana’s side of the bed was empty and his cock twitched at the thought of her.Kelley closed his eyes again and tried to adjust himself in the loose pants. “Do you need help w