Novels by Nancii Agosto

The last few weeks have been a haze. From finding out that I’ve killed someone, to being pregnant with another set of twins and raising our boys, Logan and Lucas. Life has been busy but our house is finally being cleared from its previous status as a crime scene. I watch as our home comes into view and remember all the things my therapist had told me. ‘A place does not hold memories of trauma, we do. You cannot blame yourself for having a reaction to an action. You are healing. You will be okay.’ I see Leo smiling at the front door as he waits for Elena and I to approach with the boys. I hadn’t seen Leo since that day. I had stayed at jasmines along with Elena and asked for some time. After all that I’ve been through for him, I had to sit back and reflect on whether this was something I would be able to recover from and if my marriage to Leonardo was worth this trauma. I had been disfigured, threatened, kidnapped, abused, attacked and forced into miscarrying. The last year of my lif

Did she shoot me? I feel this pain in my shoulder and I grasp it but I don’t have time to process as I stumble back in response to the force of that one small bullet. Never in a million years did I think she’d actually fight back. She’d always been a pest and nuisance but never confrontational.What changes a woman so abruptly?“Motherhood.” My mother says as I lose my balance, falling over the banister from the second floor.“Would you have felt this for me?” I ask in a daze. I remember killing my mother but never thought once about how she felt or what her thoughts were in her final moments and I’ve never bothered to ask. “Even after what I’d done to you?”“Yes. I would have ran through the flames of that house to find you.”“Why?”“Because you’re my child. I would’ve done exactly what she had done to you if the roles were reversed. That is motherhood.”“But you can’t save me now.” I say sadly as I feel tears building in my eyes.“I can’t. But I can hold you.” She wraps her hands ar

I feel a pulsating pain radiating through my skull and sit up slightly to find a broken vase at my side. Charlotte must have done this. Where is she? I look side to side but am stopped when paramedics rush to assess my wounds. It wasn’t until they bandaged my head that I remembered what had happened. Charlotte was trying to kill Claire. I have to stop her. I jump up and push the paramedics back as I rush up the stairs to find my wife.I’m met by Mason just at the top of the stairs and I can see Claire crumbled down to the ground. She looked like she’d seen a ghost and although her body shook, she was still.“Claire!” I rush to her side and try to ground her by wrapping myself around her. Mason tells me that she is the only one able to account to what happened here. Thankfully our boys were alright.“Elena, did you see what happened?” I ask as I watch her put the boys down for naps. “Yes, Mr. Leo. Ms. Claire was protecting the boys and myself. She did well.” She says sadly as she watc

Even with the storm, I could swear that I heard a gunshot and I quickly jump out of the bed to grab my own and arm myself as I run out the door. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” Jasmine calls after me as I run down the driveway.“Call the police and give them Leo’s address. I think they’re in danger.” I yell back as I continue running, holding gun and preparing to fire at any assailant. I push the gate open and continue down the block to their home where I see a random car parked. This couldn’t be good.I quickly pull my phone out and call the facility to check Charlotte’s status but there’s no answer. I decide to abandon that thought and focus on the danger ahead. I push forward as the wind threatens to sweep me from under my feet when I finally catch a glimpse of their house. Everything seemed to be intact but I had to make sure. I run to the door and knock but hear no response until I kick down the door. Just as I walk into the threshold, j see Leo is unconscious on the ground

Leo asked that I wait upstairs while he checked the door. I scoot closer to the bassinet where the boys were sound asleep and watch the door carefully. I didn’t realize how long I had been holding my breath until I see Leo reappear and let out a deep sigh and gasp for air.“It’s okay. It must’ve been the wind.” He says as he rushes to my side, holding me form doh long over as I try to inflate my lungs rapidly.“Okay.” I nod quickly as I continue heaving.“It’s okay. We’re all fine.” After a few minutes of silence, I hear my alarm on my phone indicating that it was, once again, feeding time. “How about you stay here and I’ll grab the bottles.” “No, it’s okay. I can do it.” I reassure him. The truth was that I needed a moment alone. I then get up to get my pump supplies and their bottles while Leo watches the boys as Lucas had begun to stir.I could still feel the weariness of the storm lingering over me as I descend the stairs and walk towards the kitchen. It felt like I was walking

Some may think it’s odd that I’d feel so comfortable as to knock on the front door, even to knock as though it were urgent. But there was a method to my madness. I know Leo. He’s far too chivalrous to allow Claire to open the door, nonetheless during a ramped storm. He’s going to be the one to come to the door and while he makes his pace, I’ll be making mine to the back to find a point of access and try to catch a view of where my target was.I watch as Leo goes to the door and I have to fight the urge to run back to the front and jump into his arms. I watch as he examines the area and returns inside and I find that the back sliding door’s lock had been damaged by the falling debris. Just my luck coming into play, I have the perfect point of entry.“You cannot do this! You cannot harm those you love.” My mother screeches at me in the pouring rain.“I would never hurt Leo.”“But you have.” I decide to ignore her. Seeing as I could be heard at any moment.I wait until I see Leo go back

I don’t remember what happened exactly.I remember a nose bleed that was problematic.A conversation with Darren that was uncomfortable and then darkness. I slowly look at my surroundings to find myself still in the oncology treatment bay and Darren is sitting by my side.“What happened to me?” I groggily ask as I search my mind for answers.“You lost consciousness for a few minutes. I believe you were overwhelmed.” I could tell by his response that he was giving as little and as much information as possible.“Why was I overwhelmed?” I didn’t need to be tip-toed around. I needed to know what was happening to me.“You ran your fingers through your hair and well, some of it came out.” He fidgets with his fingers as he says what I feared most in the beginning.“I’m going to lose all of it, aren’t I?” I sit back to contemplate my life. What would it be like once I looked just as sick and they told me I was? What would people see? Or worst, how would they treat me?“Your hair can grow bac

I push the tissue to my nose and apply pressure as Darren grabs a first-aid kit on the shelf across from me - returning with a stop bleed stick and placing it gently into my nose.“What’s happening to me?” I ask in a nasal tone as I try to calm my roaring thoughts.“It’s just a side effect of the radiotherapy. Bleeding isn’t uncommon.” He says as he holds the stick inside my nose.“I’m not going to be able to go back to EnviroDoc, am I?” I needed to know if this was going to be my life as I proceed treatment.“You can go back. You just have to listen to your body and take it easy sometimes.” He makes it seem easy. “It’s going to tough for a little bit while your body tries to cope with the radiation but you can do it.”“What if I can’t?” I ask as the tears begin rolling down my face.“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you get better. This is just the beginning of a long journey but it’ll pass.” He says with a soft smile.“I’m vomiting, losing consciousn

“Are you sure about your choice?” He asks as he clasps his hands together.“My choice?” Was he referring to Maverick? My choice in one man or the other? “Yes. I know you chose to pursue treatment and since the very first one, I felt a connection to you. I know you felt it too.” He says as he makes unbreakable eye contact with me. This was not the kind of conversation I thought I’d be having while being injected with radiation.“I did but my connection with him was growing as well and he’s made me happy.” I think back to when I first met him. I had been swoon after our dream but after seeing his genuine nature - I was very enamored. His confidence, intelligence and appearance were paired with care, compassion and dedication. I never thought a man like that existed or that someone like that would be interested in me nonetheless. “I didn’t think that the moment we spoke in the bathroom would lead you to him.” He bows his head.“But it was a clarifying moment, Darren. It just didn’t go

After what has come our nightly ritual, we laid down for bed. Maverick had cuddled me close until I fell asleep.I awoke the next morning to my alarm. I’d have my first radiotherapy enhancement today. I look over to see Maverick is still sleeping and I shuffle quietly out of bed. I almost make it out until I feel a hand grab my wrist. “It’s early. What’s wrong?” I look over to see Maverick peaking at me groggily.“Treatment - today. I have to be at the hospital in twenty minutes.” I say as I stare down at the bed.“Want me to come?”“No, get some rest. I’ll only be gone about an hour.” I lean over to kiss him and then get ready to leave. I watch as he rolls onto his side and falls back to sleep.This was the first time Maverick had been there when I woke up. His chiseled features accented by the shadows of light dancing along the curtain. His hair thrown carelessly and his blue eyes - out of sight as he slept. He reminded me of what Greek mythology expressed as Gods. As u admired his

Once we get back to my apartment, Maverick wakes me gently and picks me up to bring me inside. He gently opens the door and takes me directly to my bed. He then shuts the door and brings himself back to the room, sitting down in the bed carefully.“You feeling okay?” He asks carefully as if the words were boulders that would roll over me if spoken too loudly.“Yeah. I’m just really tired.” Not a complete lies I was tired although I was more exhausted than anything and it had nothing to do with a lack of sleep. I wasn’t improving the way we had hoped, my health was slowly interfering with my life, my doctor seems intent on pursuing me even while I have my person sitting in the same bed as me, I embarrassed myself at EnviroDoc and there’s still the cherry to top it all off: I have brain cancer. A cruel sick joke that taunts me relentlessly so I meant it wholeheartedly when I said I was tired.I look up at Maverick to see his mind is steadily at work. He had read between the lines. There

After Darren left, I waited about an hour while Maverick stayed resting peacefully at my side. Waiting for my discharge was just as eerie as walking up in this same room once again.I hear a knock at the door as the nurse slowly enters. She sees Maverick sleeping and decides to speak to me quietly.“Ms. Richardson, these are your discharge papers. The doctor has added your new treatment regiment in which you’ll be following up in the oncology department. I believe he spoke with you already?” “Yes. I’m aware.” I say quietly as I try not to wake Maverick.“Okay, great. Well there are some health guidelines to follow for your condition and the doctor has added a prescription of antacids for your stomach and zofran for your nausea. I have your prescriptions as the doctor requested they be sent and filled to in-office pharmacy. Do you have any questions for me?” She asks as she carefully hands me the paperwork and a bag containing my prescriptions. “No, thank you. Am I okay to leave now?

The death penalty?The words echo in my head, louder than anything he’s said so far.I didn’t kill anyone.No one’s even been seriously hurt on my behalf—unfortunately.“Am I the only one facing the death penalty?” I ask, forcing calm into my voice as I subtly readjust the neckline of my shirt, reclaiming control where I can.“You are.” His tone is flat, almost bored. “My sergeant wants me personally seeing to your expiration.”Expiration.The word grates against my nerves, but I don’t let it show.“And if I give you the source of those drugs,” I press, tilting my head slightly, “I avoid it completely?”“Yup.” He pops the p like he’s enjoying this far too much.I resist the urge to roll my eyes.“What about Rebecca?” I ask, watching him carefully. “You’d be a fool to let that maniac walk.”“She’s not going anywhere.”“And Alan?”He shrugs like it’s nothing. “He’ll probably be home in a month. Thirty days served, probation after that.”My jaw tightens.Thirty days.That’s all it takes

“Your turn, Mike.”The words echo down the corridor as I make my way toward interrogation, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The station feels heavier today—like it’s holding its breath.“How was your crack at Alan Smith?” I ask, casual on the surface, though nothing about this case is casual anymore.Miller meets me halfway down the hall, rolling tension out of his shoulders. “Went just as planned. He signed a statement against Rebecca Smithsdale.”A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Well, that’s one domino down.” I crack my knuckles slowly. “Guess it’s time to take a swing at Blaire Crenshaw.”“What about Olivia Smith?” I add, glancing at him.Miller hesitates—just a fraction too long. “She doesn’t have anyone left. Not with all of them in custody. She’s scared.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was thinking… maybe she could stay at my place. Just until we figure something out.”I stop walking.“Don’t fall for her, Miller.”His jaw tightens. “She just needs somewh

I follow the judge toward his chambers, casting one last glance over my shoulder.Jessie stands where I left her, the bailiff stationed firmly at her side. Her eyes find mine, uncertainty flickering beneath the surface of her composure. I give her a small, reassuring nod before the doors close behind us.Alan is already gone—escorted out in handcuffs, his protests fading down the corridor.Good.The judge says nothing as he leads the way, his silence heavier than any reprimand. The soft echo of our footsteps fills the hall until we reach his private chamber.He steps inside without pause.It isn’t until I follow him in that he finally speaks.“Close the door, son.”I do so quietly, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should. I take a seat across from his desk, keeping my posture straight, controlled.“May I ask why I’m here, sir?” I say carefully.The judge doesn’t sit right away. Instead, he removes his glasses, setting them down with deliberate precision before finally lo

The hour drags, each second stretching thin as I force myself to focus on Lincoln’s quiet instructions. His voice is steady, grounding—but it barely muffles the weight pressing down on my chest.“You should be paying attention to your husband.”Alan’s voice cuts across the room from the opposing table, sharp and deliberate.“And you shouldn’t be addressing my client,” Lincoln snaps, his tone turning instantly cold.“She’s my wife.”“Tell that to the judge.”The tension thickens, clinging to the air. I can feel Alan’s eyes on me again—burning, possessive, suffocating.“Jessie,” he says, softer now, as if that alone could undo everything. “I’m willing to forgive you. We can put all of this behind us.”For a moment, I can’t speak. My throat tightens, my hands trembling in my lap as the weight of everything he’s done threatens to silence me again.But not this time.“No.” The word barely leaves me, fragile but firm. I swallow hard, forcing the rest out. “Why can’t you just let me go?”The

I allow Lincoln to escort me to the seat reserved for us on the left side of the courtroom. His hand rests lightly at the small of my back, guiding me forward as the quiet murmur of voices fills the room.I try to avoid eye contact with Alan, but I can still feel his stare—heavy and relentless—boring into the side of my face like a physical weight.My chest tightens.As I take my seat, I lean slightly toward Lincoln and whisper in a nervously hushed tone.“How is he here?”Lincoln glances briefly across the room before lowering his voice.“He must’ve made an arrangement with one of the correction officers,” he murmurs back before straightening and stepping forward to approach the judge.I watch as Alan’s attorney rises as well.The moment I look closely at him, my stomach drops.Richard.Just the sight of him makes anxiety creep up my spine. I’ve met Richard before, and what always stood out to me was his fearless determination. He was ruthless in a courtroom—calculated, sharp, and un

The drive to the courthouse feels longer than it should.I sit quietly in the passenger seat, watching the city blur past the window in muted streaks of gray and gold. The late afternoon sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the road. Everything outside moves normally—people walking, cars stopping at lights, someone laughing on a street corner.Meanwhile, my entire life feels like it’s being dismantled piece by piece.Lincoln hasn’t spoken much since we left the precinct. His hands rest firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but I can feel the tension in him. His jaw tightens every now and then, the muscle jumping slightly beneath the skin.He’s thinking.He always is.And it’s become a habit after heI glance down at my hands folded in my lap, twisting my fingers together nervously.In less than an hour, I’ll officially be divorced.The word feels strange in my mind.Divorced.For years I thought marriage meant permanence. Stability. Safety.