Callahan "I wasn't going to let her die," I say finally.The phone in my pocket buzzes and I dig it out, turning away.Lenore enters the living room from the kitchen carrying a tray of coffee. I walk toward my study to take the call. It's Diamente."I've got something for you," he says."Am I going to like it?"“I doubt it. You alone?”“Yes.” I close the door to my study."Heathcliff Esmeralda had a text about two hours after the wedding."I swallow the last of my whiskey, feel the burn down my throat. "Go on.""It's an address. You can figure out which. And one sentence.""What's the sentence?""Remember what we agreed."I grind my teeth together. "And the sender?" I'm pretty sure of his answer but I ask anyway.“Burner phone. Untraceable."My mind goes to Alec. To how he's injured but not dead. If the others had been killed differently, a gun fight, I'd understand how he survived. It would make more sense. But this? Him shot in the arm and the leg when everyone else took a bullet t
Portia I wake to the smell of coffee. I move, rolling onto my side, but wince and stop as soon as l do. I remember instantly why I'm sore. Everything that happened comes flooding back to me at once."Good morning," Callahan says. I open my eyes. Deep orange light, the first light of morning, filters into the room washing it in its warm glow. I watch Callahan get to his feet from the armchair he was sitting on. His clothes look rumpled, his hair like he's been running his hands through it all night.I'm back on the island. Back in his room. In his bed.“Morning," I say, slow to push myself up to a seat."Easy." He's by my side in an instant, lifting me gently.I suck in a breath and he draws back. Even the lightest touch hurts."I'm sorry," he says."It's okay."He adjusts the pillows behind my back.“Is Nathan okay? Did anyone — ”"He's fine. Safe. They only hit the house you were in.""The soldiers are dead."He nods."Alec. Is he.."There's a momentarily shadow that crosses his fea
PortiaAfter using the bathroom and washing my hands, I return to the bedroom where Callahan is texting someone. He tucks the phone into his pocket when he sees me."I want to get dressed. See Nathan.""You should stay in bed. Clothes aren't going to feel good on your skin."I shake my head, walk toward the closet.“This is what I mean about your faults. For starters, you're stubborn as a mule," he mutters, taking my arm, his touch light."You mean as stubborn as you?""Get back in bed. I'll get you something.""I'm fine."“You're far from fine.” He comes to stand a few inches from me. "Get back in bed. Don't make me put you there."I raise my eyebrows, fold my arms across my chest. “You'd put me there?”"And I'd tie you down if I needed to.""I'm not even...How exactly would you put me there? I'm not a thing."“You're really asking me that?” he asks as I realize how stupid a question it is. Without a moment's hesitation, he lifts me in his arms and carries me back to the bed."Like t
CallahanI draw back looking down at her. Sweat trickles down my forehead and falls onto her cheek. She's spent, eyes dazed, mouth slack.The exact effect I was going for.But I'm not finished yet.Taking hold of both her thighs, I straighten, stand to push her legs wide."Callahan," she starts, up on her elbows.I shift my gaze from between her legs, to her eyes, then back. The room smells of sex. Smells of us.And I'm a man starved.I bend my neck, lean down to her.She gasps when I lay the flat of my tongue on her, tasting us together, tasting her. I lick from hole to hole then close my mouth over her hard little nub and suck.All at once, I hear her whimper, feel her fingers pull my hair and her legs quake in my grip. I keep her wide open and suck harder until she comes again. Her body bucks as she cries out my name over and over, breathless and panting.Only when she's still, do I release her.Only when she's still, do I bring my lips to hers and kiss her again, let her taste us
Portia"Portia!" Nathan appears at the bottom of the stairs and it takes all I have not to charge down toward him. Well, all I have and Callahan's hand around my wrist."Easy, she's hurt," Callahan tells him once we're downstairs and I go in for a hug.Nathan nods and tries to hug, but not hug me, all at once.“You can hug me. I want you to hug me," I tell him."You hurt her, and we have a problem," Callahan growls beside me."Don't listen to him," I say, but this other side of Callahan, this predator turned protector is strange. Unexpected. He's a beast but he's got a soft side. I like when it comes through.Nathan squeezes me hard and it does hurt but I don't care. In his hug I feel how young he is, how much he's lost and how much he needs me, even if he tries to act like a man.“Aren't you late for your lesson," Callahan asks him, checking his watch."What lesson?" I ask, looking at him.Nathan, looking guilty, shifts his gaze to Callahan."Self-defense," Callahan answers after a b
PortiaI'm trying to wrap my brain around Felix Pérez taking over the cartel. Maybe I don't remember him correctly.I was pretty young, I guess. l just can imagine it. He was more like an annoying bug that keeps buzzing by your ear. I remember neither of my parents liked him. But l'm not sure they liked Heathcliff either. I know my mom didn't. She didn't trust him, and my dad didn't trust anyone who wasn't blood.Even though Heathcliff took on the Esmeralda name, he was and always would be an outsider. And Felix marrying Heathcliff's daughter, his niece, meant nothing to my father.I think about that. About only trusting your own blood. That got my father killed. Blood is overrated in this world."Callahan," I start once we're upstairs. "Are you sure about Felix?"He closes the door behind us. “I'm sure of one thing at the moment," he says, unbuttoning my coat and slipping it off. He does the same with his and tosses them over the back of a chair. He spins me so my back is to him and
CallahanI'm back again. On the cold marble floor lying in a pool of my own blood. Men are yelling, my brothers sobbing. My sister, I didn't even see her. They killed her in her room.My mom...she's begging, pleading for the lives of her children. She's not even asking to be spared herself. But he doesn't care.He's laughing. I hear that too. And I open my eyes just enough to see him lying on top of her. To hear him breathe heavy while she lays still whimpering. He has the knife at her throat and this time when he says the words, he looks at me.Is that how it happened? Or is it my imagination perverting the memory.His mouth moves and his grin makes him look like a mad man. I hear the whisper, but not the words.Never the words.I know this dream. This nightmare.But then it shifts.The chaos is gone. No guns. No screaming women. No sobbing children.Words sound around me, making no sense. A man and a woman. An argument. Lights overhead too bright after so much dark. The smell is cli
Portia"Wake up, Portia."I groan, trying to swipe away the hands shaking me."Come on. This is serious."When I register that it's Nathan, I blink my eyes open, rubbing them. He's in Callahan's bedroom and he looks anxious."Hey," I sit up, looking at the clock. Eight in the morning. “You're up early." I pull the covers up. I'm naked underneath."This has been bugging me for days. I wasn't sure and I don't know, maybe I'm wrong but," he stops mid-sentence shaking his head."What is it?"He holds up the small framed photo of Elizabeth Scarfoni and her friend that had captured his attention the day of the wedding.God. That feels like a lifetime ago."What are you doing with that? Did you take it from Elizabeth's room?"He nods."I don't think you should go in there."“I think I know her.”"What? That's impossible, Nathan. She's dead. She's been dead for ten years.""No, not Elizabeth. The other girl."“The other girl?”“I know. It sounds crazy. Do you remember when they first killed m