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GABRIELLE’S POV MONTHS LATER “Yes,” I moaned, arching back against him.“More, Damon.” He pushed my head down into the car seat and kept thrusting into me from behind, harder now. I screamed until my throat felt sore. The car stopped and a knock came on the partition. I stiffened and tried to move my body. Damon held me in place with one hand and moved the other down to rub my clit. “The car is soundproof. Scream louder for me, wife.” Oh, fuck! I gladly obeyed. And he kept up his pace until I came, screaming his name at the top of my lungs. When we finally finished and fixed our clothes, I sat up and realized the car had stopped in front of an unfamiliar building. Damon stepped out of the limo and opened my door for me. “My lady.” The irony of him calling me that after the way he had just fucked me almost made me laugh. My face flushed as I took his hands and came out from the car. He stepped behind me and placed his hands over my eyes. I gasped in surprise. “Where are y
GABRIELLE’S POVI sat in the living room with my phone clutched in my hand, staring at the screen even though it remained dark.The door opened and a guard rushed inside.“They’re here, ma’am,” he said, a rifle hanging from his shoulder.I stared at him, shocked.After everything that had happened tonight, my mind refused to believe it could end this way.Fiorella grabbed my arm. “Gabrielle.”I blinked and looked at her.Her eyes were bright with relief. “Go.”My legs finally moved.I rushed out of the living room and stepped outside just as four black cars drove through the gates.My heart pounded harder with every second.The cars rolled to a stop in front of the house, armed men stepping out first.I kept looking past them, searching for my children.The second car opened.Susan stepped out first with Aria sleeping in her arms.A broken sound left my throat. Lila climbed out after them holding an ice cream cone in one hand.Another man opened the door on the other side and lifted
DAMON’S POVArmed men surrounded us, but I kept my eyes on Antonio.The man beside him smiled. “I was expecting your wife to come alone, based on how she sounded on the phone.”I ignored him, still staring at Antonio.“You,” I said slowly, almost disbelievingly.Antonio gave a small shrug. “I know. You look heartbroken.”Rhys dropped the duffel bags with a loud thud. “Should’ve killed you last night at the party.”Antonio’s mouth curved faintly. “And yet here I am.”My jaw tightened.I remembered the countless nights we spent drinking together with friends and business partners at his club, Eden.The deals, the conversations, and the plans.All bullshit.“You took my children,” I said flatly.Antonio tilted his head. “It wasn’t personal at first.”“At first?” I repeated.He sighed as though I was forcing him to explain something obvious. “You started becoming a problem again. Both of you.”His eyes flicked toward Rhys.“The underworld was finally stabilizing after Rocco died,” he cont
GABRIELLE’S POVI returned to the living area and found Fiorella waiting for me.Only a few armed guards remained near the entrances while staff cleared the barely touched tea and scattered papers from the table.Fear still sat inside me as I slowly lowered myself onto the couch.Fiorella sat beside me. “Do you want me to stay with you?”I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”She reached for my hand and held it.My gaze stayed fixed on the clock across the room, watching every second pass.Tears burned my eyes again. “I keep thinking about Lila crying on the phone.”Fiorella squeezed my hand slightly.“They won’t harm them because they’re leverage,” she said softly. “They did that to scare you into doing what they want.”A painful ache spread through my chest. “She’s just a child. She must be traumatized right now.”“I know,” she responded. “That’s why you need to pull yourself together, for their sake.”Pain twisted inside my chest.“Be strong,” she said. “Children are more resilient than we give
GABRIELLE’S POVI freshened up while Damon spoke on the phone with the forensic analysts.Fortunately, my calls were always recorded, so they were already searching for anything that could reveal a location.At this point, we were desperate enough to cling to anything.And even when Damon gives them the money, I didn’t trust them to release the girls.Damon stood by the bedroom window with his phone pressed to his ear, his expression unreadable.“Run it again,” he ordered.A brief pause followed.“You hear water?” he asked, turning toward me. “Get back to me.”Then he ended the call.I stepped closer to him. “What is it?”He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “They think they hear waves in the background of the call.”“Waves?”He nodded once. “Water too loud to be pipes.”Hope flared inside my chest.That narrowed things down a little.Damon picked up his jacket from the chair and reached for another phone on the table.“I went through the camera footage from the hotel, but thei
GABRIELLE’S POV My fingers tightened around the photo. Every trace of exhaustion and sadness vanished instantly. I grabbed the note again and stared at the number beneath the message, my heartbeat turning violent. No. No, this was impossible. Aiden was dead. I watched Damon bury him. Which meant this had to be someone else—or one of his associates. Cold fear crawled up my spine as I looked back at the photo. Lila looked terrified. Aria was crying in Susan’s arms while one of the masked men held a gun against Susan’s head. My children. I couldn’t breathe. Aiden’s mother was beside them, her face streaked with tears. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “This can’t be real.” I looked instinctively toward the bedroom door, my thoughts racing. Damon. I needed Damon. I turned quickly to leave the room, and on my way down, I dialed the number. They answered on the first ring. I lifted the phone to my ear. “Who is this?” A male voice came through. “You called me. Don’t you thi
GABRIELLE’S POV With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor. He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.” God, how could his hair
GABRIELLE’S POV Damon’s eyes fell on me and I felt my breath hitch slightly. I held his gaze, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn’t. “Oh, hi Gabrielle,” Selene said, snapping the tension between us. I turned to her and managed my usual polite smile. “Hi, Selene. What were you
GABRIELLE’S POV By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed. John’s death — even though the man was a rude fuck — only reminded me how fickle life wa
GABRIELLE’S POV They didn’t stop walking until the music dulled and the laughter became distant, swallowed by a narrow corridor lined with framed photos of people. We entered a well-lit room and Cassie released my arm first. Naomi didn’t. “Do you have any idea how bad that made you look?







