Izzy POVMy patience snaps. โGray, what is it? Youโre not telling me everything. What is going on?โHe doesnโt answer right away, and Iโm filled with a sudden, cold dread. Finally, he says, almost too quietly, โI was pissed off at Zade. I might have said some things to push him.โI stare at him, not understanding. โPush him? What does that mean?โJax looks back, glancing between Grayson and me. โGray didnโt want him looking for you with us. He kept telling Zade we had no leads and no idea where you were, and maybe made it sound like if something happened to you, it was on him. That heโd be to blame if you didnโt come back.โI can barely process the words, my chest tightening painfully. โWhy would you do that, Grayson? I was fine! I just needed space!โโFine?โ Grayson snaps, his frustration evident. โI got a picture of you kissing some guy, and then he left you in a bar with no phone, no security camerasโnothing. The only thing we knew was that youโd left with some old man. Then we fou
ZadeEverything feels slow and distant, like Iโm wrapped in thick, suffocating layers, and each layer presses down on me with a weight I can barely fight. I donโt know where I am; there was only darkness before, and I had welcomed it. Now, somehow, Iโm hovering at the edge of something, voices trickling in, soft and muffled, like theyโre coming from the other side of a wall. Hands press against meโsteady, warm, firmโand some part of me wants to push them off, but I canโt. My body is too heavy, too unresponsive.The voices get clearer, closer. Itโs Grayson, tense, clipped, talking about hours passing. Sammiโs voice cuts through, sharp and panicked, demanding answers. I want to tell them to go away, to leave me to the silence. This should have been it. The darkness should have swallowed me whole, but here I am, dragged back again. Back to the torment, the mistakes, the endless ache I tried to escape.And then, just as I sink deeper, I hear her. Izzy. The sound pulls me, a faint lifeline
ZadeAs the door closes, silence blankets the room, grounding me. I close my eyes, exhausted from the effort it takes just to stay tethered to the moment. Izzy leans into me, her voice barely a whisper.โYou scared me, Zade,โ she says, her voice soft but shaking with emotion. She clings to me like Iโm something precious and breakable, and the intensity of it hits me. I pull her close, wrapping her in my arms as if I could shield her from all the mess that comes with me.โIโm okay, I promise,โ I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. But I know she can sense the unsteady rhythm under the words, the hollowness that still lingers.I force myself up, pushing past the lingering weakness, and she sits up with me, eyeing me with worry.โIโm going to shower,โ I say, brushing a kiss against her temple. She reaches for my hand, stopping me.โWhy are you trying to make it sound okay when Grayson said not to leave you alone?โ Her gaze pierces right through me, a mix of worry and determina
IzzyOnce weโre dressed and dried off, I sit on the best in front of Zade, watching him, waiting for him to turn his attention from his phone. Heโs completely fixated on it, likely checking messages, probably for work, but to me, it feels like a shieldโa way to avoid dealing with what just happened, with what he almost lost. Does he always do this? Fall apart, act recklessly, and then pretend nothing happened? Because itโs far from fine. He could have died, and from the looks of it, Iโm not even sure he realizes how close he came.โZade,โ I say, keeping my voice calm, though I feel like screaming, โcan you put down your phone, please?โHe pauses, glancing at me before letting out a sigh and slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes are on me now, but thereโs still a wall, something heโs holding back. I know this will be hard to talk about, but he needs to hear it all. He needs to know that heโs not alone in thisโand that Iโm here for him, even if he keeps pushing me out.โThereโs a
Izzy POVCleoโs expression hardens as she realizes Iโm not here by accident. โCanโt it wait?โ she snaps, her tone clipped.โNot really,โ I reply, my gaze sharp and unwavering. โNow, are we doing this in front of your client?โShe crosses her arms, her irritation barely masked. โYou do realize youโre interrupting my work?โI ignore her thinly veiled threat. โFunny, considering how you seem to think boundaries donโt apply to you.โCleo arches a brow, giving me a dismissive look as she crosses her arms over her chest. โWell, hurry up, little girl,โ she sneers, her tone laced with impatience. โI have work to do, and I donโt have time for some teenagerโs drama.โThe term โlittle girlโ sparks something fierce in me, but I keep my voice steady. โThe next time you open your mouth about Zadeโs life or our relationship, youโll regret it. Iโm not just some random woman he decided to spend the night with.โCleo lets out a mocking laugh, even clapping her hands in slow, exaggerated applause. โOh,
Izzy POVI look up at Zade, my pulse hammering in my chest, but his gaze is on me, intense and turbulentโa storm of shock, worry, and something else that feels unreadable.Grayson undoes the restraints on the man and mumbles an apology. I watch as the man all but sprints out of the room, obviously desperate to escape the chaos. Then Graysonโs focus swings to me, his eyes blazing. โWhat the hell are you doing, Izzy? Causing a scene in the middle of the business?โI laugh, a bitter sound escaping me as I shake my head. โYes, Grayson, causing a scene. Because if Cleo had the chance, you think she wouldnโt throw me under the bus in a heartbeat? Iโm done being treated like some kid. Maybe Iโm younger, but donโt you get it? Iโm more grown up than you two think I am.โ My voice wavers but stays strong.Grayson chuckles humorlessly. โMore grown up, huh? The same Izzy who woke up covered in her own vomit in a strangerโs house? Tell me how thatโs mature?โโReally? Thatโs rich, coming from you,โ
Zade POVI stare at Izzy, feeling a hollowness Iโve long kept buried threaten to pull me under. Iโve spent years in darkness, becoming so tangled with my own demons that I canโt tell where I end and they begin. Iโve lived in this hell I built, convinced I deserve every bit of it, that I donโt deserve anything better. I donโt even know how to step out of it, or if Iโd survive it if I tried. The thought of change, of release, terrifies me.And Izzyโฆ sheโs light where Iโm all shadow, a reminder of everything that should be good and untouched by this world I chose. She doesnโt deserve any of this, doesnโt deserve the burden of the things that haunt me. She deserves so much more than a man whoโs clawed his way through darkness and made it his armor. I donโt want to drag her into this, and yetโฆ I donโt know how to let go.Her voice cuts through my thoughts. โYou never answered. Do you enjoy it, Zade? What Cleo and the others do to youโthe degrading, the humiliationโall of it?โHow the hell
Zade POVI reach up slowly, letting my fingers graze down her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. โIโm sorry for all the drama, for every bit of stress Iโve dragged into your life,โ I murmur, watching her, needing her to understand. โI promise you this, IzzyโI wonโt run from you, and I wonโt push you away. Not anymore.โShe opens her mouth to reply, but I gently press my hand over her lips, not ready to let her speak yet. Thereโs too much I need to say, and I need her to hear it. โHow did it go so wrong?โ My voice drops, thick with the weight of it all. โFrom that night at the hotelโฆ how did it turn to you hating me enough to be kissing some random guy? I thought you knew by now, Izzy. I thought you realizedโฆ that I love you. That this isnโt a game to me. Iโve never taken a risk like this before.โShe mumbles something behind my hand, but Iโm not finished, and I shake my head, willing her to hear me. โIโve always been careful. I donโt sleep with a woman without ens
ZadeI knew if I waited, things would go wrong, which is why I proposed to Izzy sooner than I had planned. Good job I did as if I hadn't. I was meant to be proposing right now, which isn't ideal.The room is buzzing with controlled chaos. Nurses move efficiently around us, murmuring instructions and checking monitors. Izzy lies in the hospital bed, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat, and hands clutching mine like a lifeline. Her grip is strongโstronger than I ever expectedโbut I welcome the pain. Itโs grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.โZade, breathe,โ Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. โYouโre supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.โI snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. โRight. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.โ I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like Iโm teaching her something she hasnโt been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on
IzzyI canโt help but smile at Zade as he drives, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile glowing in the soft morning light. Time has slipped by so quickly. It feels like only yesterday we were grappling with fears and uncertainty, and now here we are. Zade has been by my side so much more than I ever expected. He still works, but not nearly as much as he did before. Somehow, heโs found a balance, and itโs brought us closer in ways I didnโt think possible.While heโs working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. Itโs been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hopeโhope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby.Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his painโthat man is someone ext
Zade POVI lose myself in her, time slipping away as I drink her in, the salty-sweet flavor of her flooding my senses. She collapses into the bed eventually, her body limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Even now, her walls quiver, her body still coming down as I lick the last remnants of her release.When I finally pull away, I move up her body and kiss her with a desperate need, our lips crashing together in a possessive claim. Iโm hard again, painfully so, but thereโs no rush. Tonight, thereโs no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.โAlright,โ I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. โLetโs keep going.โShe whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. โZade,โ she murmurs, but Iโm nowhere near done.Izzy tastes like heaven, pure and raw, a flavor I never want to forget. My lips return to her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her again. Her body jerks as s
ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much Iโve been neglecting her. Iโve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that Iโve failed the one person who needed me mostโher. The guilt eats at me as I start the engine, and I steal glances at her, soaking in her beauty, her strength, her unwavering patience with me.She pulls something from her bag and holds it out to meโa scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.โIโm sorry I missed it,โ I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. โItโs fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.โ Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasnโt fine, and I canโt let it happen again.When we arrive, I park and immediately step out, going to her side and lifting her into my arms. She laughs lightly, her arms wrapping around my
Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. โYouโre playing a dangerous game, Izzy,โ he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. โGood. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.โโYou want to fuck me?โ His voice is low, teasing, as his dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, restrained and vulnerable yet brimming with raw power, ignites something primal in me. I chuckle softly, leaning in to capture his lips, grinding against him as I feel him stir beneath me.โOh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,โ I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. โYouโre all mine now,โ I whisper, my words dripping with dominance. Slowly, deliberately, I sink to my knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as my hands glide over his thighs.His breath hitches when I reach up, my fingers wrapping around his s
IzzyItโs been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like weโre barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? Heโs kept it. But most of the time, itโs rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand whyโheโs juggling too much. He practically ordered Grayson to stay home for a couple of months after Sammi had the baby, leaving him to hold everything together. Sure, his brothers are around to help, but Zade hardly leans on them. Itโs as if heโs still carrying the weight of raising them, of being their protector, even now.Today was supposed to be different. It was the scan, the moment Iโve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a callโsomething urgent, something he couldnโt ignoreโand I found myself in the clinic with my mum instead of him. All I got from Zade was a quick message asking how it went. No follow-up, no exc
Izzy POVThe moment Zade walks in, the tension between us hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. We talk briefly, my voice trembling as I tell him the words that have been weighing on my heart: โIโm keeping the baby.โ Relief flickers across his face, but itโs not pure joyโitโs layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I canโt quite place. He doesnโt say much after that, just pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I melt into him, exhaustion taking over as I fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.When I wake, the space beside me is empty, and the bed feels colder without him. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. My gaze falls on Zade, seated at the foot of the bed, his back turned to me. His shoulders are tense, and his head is bowed slightly, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him.I hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to bridge the chasm that feels like itโs grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like weโve b
IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, thereโs a flicker of safety, but itโs fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zadeโs words still echo in my mindโangry, hurt, rawโand even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didnโt feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didnโt know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I canโt. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.โWhatโs happened?โ Graysonโs voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.โIโm pregnant, Gray,โ I cho
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her faceโtear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Herโmy ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.โZade,โ a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I canโt even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.โDid you drink it?โ he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. โNo. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.โGrayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. โAt least you didnโt. Thatโs something.โ He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. โYouโre drowning, Za