Amara's POV
I spent the entire uncomfortable ride feeling around the back of the trunk for anything useful, only to feel a reminder of my circumstances. Only rope and a recently used shovel left me to swallow hard at the idea of my body being forced in the ground while still breathing. It wasn't uncommon for a brutal death to be found by a Brady, so I ensured the second I could, I would fight like hell.When light finally made its way inside, I began to claw and kick. I managed to surprise them enough to strike a shin and scratch a few lines into skin but was ultimately lifted to my feet beyond my efforts."Behave and maybe we won't make this hard for you..." Before I could recoil in a bitter response, I was caught off guard by my surroundings. If stories of my ancestors or my father's enemies and their demise were anything to go off of, I should have been looking at a warehouse or yacht of some kind. Instead, I was looking at an office building that ascended high enough to hurt your neck trying to see the top floor."Walk or I'll have no problem dragging you by your hair." It already throbbed from the former assault and so I took a step forward in acquiescence.It seemed whoever was behind this was reasonable enough to want to talk business before ending my legacy beneath forgotten dirt. For that, it was worth being wise instead of hotheaded.I was led by a hand on my shoulder until a set of elevator doors encased the three of us inside. The man limping behind me lowered to his knees before hitting my calf to lift up. Looking down at him I realized the source of his motivation was exclusively for his benefit, but void of anything lustful."Off." He directed at my shoes, understanding the weapons they were and refusing for me to use them as that very thing again. So barefoot and bound by intimidation and curiosity alone, we climbed the endless floors before coming to a stop."Go-" I was pushed before I could obey, falling to the floor of a vacant meeting room complete with a long table, a window for a wall, and a fireplace already lit at the center. It seemed bizarre for what should have been something used for business but it offered a sense of warmth to my cold skin as I was on all fours in front of it.Directly in front of the fire.And the poker just within reach.I waited until they were comfortable with me being still before reaching for it, the fist of the closer man knocked me down before I could strike. The metal chimed against the hardwood at the same moment distant steps came closer."What the fuck did you do?" One henchman asked the other as I reached for my eye that was already swelling."You're late..." A gravel voice broke the stiff silence as my body came alight to it. It was not layered with the thick accent of those around me so far but was somehow familiar. I began to wonder if he was a former ally to my father turned backstabber. Maybe even an enemy who threatened him in status via a phone call which was why I recognized it. Either way, I had to go off of sound alone as my eye was watering too much to see straight."She made things difficult..." A man's shoes came beneath my gaze as his response stunned me to stone."I wouldn't expect anything less..." He began to lower to me, fingers almost tracing my skin, as I was quick to pull away."What do you want with me?" My question was ignored as he must have seen the bruising forming on my skin."I said nobody was to touch her beyond what was necessary to get her here." The apparent boss scolded as his men seemed too silent to respond."The bitch put her heel through my foot-" Before the man I hurt could offer his entire reasoning, the explanation was cut short by the sound of a shot sizzling through the air. It was enough to send my eyes upward and in awe of the man hovering over me. His attention was elsewhere as I was forced to observe him in which detail."Let that be a reminder to anyone who forgot..." With a jerk of his head, the motionless body was pulled away and we were left alone.He stood over all the other men in the room by at least a few inches with muscles taking no mercy on the dark fabric around his arms. Tattoos colored over tanned skin that tensed as he turned to face me, taking up any visible surface beneath his shoulders. But it was the makeup of heterochromia eyes of brown and blue that took my breath away.Not just because of their beauty but because I'd seen them before."I didn't want it to be like this..." He confessed as my heart came to a full stop in my chest as he offered a hand. Without a second thought, I trusted him, just as I had once upon a time."I-" I struggled to respond as I continued to stare at him. Every feature that had changed drastically had now faced me unapologetically, waiting for something."I've waited fifteen long years to hear your voice Maree, please don't hold out on me..." It had been too long for me to count. If I was being honest, too painful to keep a record altogether. He seemed motivated by it as he kept looking at me in a way I should have been frightened by. As if I consumed him."You're supposed to be dead..." The truth slipped as he tightened beneath the reminder of the reality I knew. A sober nod came before his eyes dropped just long enough to raise back after that silent thought."There will be enough time to explain..." He closed the distance between us."For now..." His eyes fell to my dress."Off." It was a request without ill intent, almost as if it had been a favor. It wasn't until I looked down to the stained emerald fabric that I understood why."You're covered in blood..." My eyes came to the motion he made of his own shirt, unbuttoning it before I could speak, and leaving me speechless. He was a complete collection of muscle and ink that made it hard to focus on the blood on me or the fact he was the reason behind it."I won't apologize for doing it but I'm sorry you had to see it." He offered his shirt as I was slow to accept it, still enamored by the change of him."Let me know when you've changed..." He turned his back to me, showing off even more tattoos. It was this change of scene that directed my attention to the shirt in my hand.Making quick work of the zipper I could reach at my back, I pulled the dress shirt over my torso as it hung well to my knees. Once it was loose enough to drop at my feet and I was covered, my mouth opened before I could stop it."Alright." He turned in a smooth spin, stalling to the sight of the dress falling at my ankles. Swallowing hard with a tick of his jaw, he lowered to retrieve it. I watched with the expectation he may even fold it away for dry cleaning. He walked just past me and flung the fabric in the fire instead, moving to the far end of the meeting table completely shirtless and without the guilt of the last hour."Come..." He offered the chair on the opposing side of his own, separated by the corner of the desk and a melting bucket of champagne."Jackson-" His name was almost painful to speak as I refused to for the last decade at least."It's Jacks." He corrected gently before motioning again. This time, I followed his guidance as he looked at me with wonderment. I suppose it was the same I must have given him after all this time apart. But where I was astonished he was here, he seemed to be almost relishing in something. It was clear that he was not the young boy I had no choice but to leave behind half of my life ago, but he was still mine nonetheless.My Jackson."Well then...Let's start…Amara's POVFifteen Years Ago"Maree!" The sweet cadence of my best friend came over my shoulder as I was quick to turn. "Jackson..." He ignored the full use I made of his name before pressing the reason for his excitement flat against my chest. "Is this...""First edition. Just make sure you have it back to me by Friday..." I studied the hardcover book that was far too valuable to be in my adolescent fingers. But where some girls treasured shoes and makeup, I did this with books. Even if they were mostly borrowed, I held them like lifelong friends in my memory. And Jackson fed that obsession by stealing from his family's archival library whenever his parents were too busy to notice. "Are you kidding? I'll have it back to you by lunch!" I teased, already carefully pulling apart the cover from that initial title to begin the descent into another world. One where ink and paper had power our families held now. Or at least mine did..."You
Jackson's POVFifteen years and sitting across from her made my heart palpitate the same way it had done as a goddamn teenager. Although her deep brown eyes and plush lips remained the same in our time apart, everything else seemed different in an unfair beauty. Her hair was longer and her skin looked softer. A few more beauty marks that came into view from what I could remember. But it was that look she gave me as we sat in silence that was almost my undoing. It was the way I always wanted her to look at me. I could easily become addicted to it. “What do you want to know first?” “You died…”“Is that a question?” “What happened?” I refrained from telling her why I was attacked to begin with as she'd only feel guilty. I glazed over that and let out a sigh and focused on what brought me here now. “I did die, Maree.” The shortened version of her name was a bittersweet relief on my tongue. I was fearful the day would never come in which I co
Amara's POVFor as long as I could remember the idea of marriage had been business. The public would see a union of smiles and the entire parade of glamour one would expect from any wedding. It was for that very reason that I couldn't even fathom the idea of marrying Jackson. It was too…personal.“I…I can't marry you.” He expressed a sigh before taking one of my hands, lifting it to view to showcase my ring between us both. Before I could speak, he collected the heavy stone and left my hand naked. “What are you-”“I know you don't love him and I also know that you're doing this because you had no other option…” He leaned slightly closer so only I could hear him among his brigade of black suede soldiers. “Let me be that other option.”“How would it even work? You're…” His brow cocked in intrigue. The reason our friendship was frowned upon as kids were why a marriage would be disastrous now. The Brady family was resilient and dangerous, all
Jackson's POVShe was silent from the second we left the courthouse. What I wouldn't give to know the thoughts in her mind.Did she resent me for forcing her into a similar situation her father threatened against her the entirety of her life? Did she find it secretly thrilling at the idea of being together as I did? Did she hate me? Did she want me? Dammit, I didn't think this through when it came to how obsessive I would become to the “what-ifs”. Everything else, though, was thought through to plan a to z.“I'll make sure you have a phone and computer tomorrow, but for right now, we both have to stay under the radar.”“Alone?” She was quick to ask, a twinge of fear in her question contorted my heart.“Your father is going to have everyone and their right-hand men looking for you. It will only be a matter of time until he learns what we did-&rdqu
Amara's POVThe house itself was definitely beyond what only two people would need. It left me to wonder if we would be housing staff of any kind and how trustworthy they may be. As it seemed I was a captive, I had to find a way to survive from one gilded cage to another. In hindsight, I knew I was cruel to Jackson when all he had done was try and protect me, but I was too angry at him to see anything beyond my rage. Maybe if he would have come back into my life before now things could have been different. Maybe this night wouldn't be forced…maybe it wouldn't be fake. The mudroom opened to a small entryway directly across from a staircase set on a far wall and archways leading to different sections of the house. To the right was the kitchen, silver and cobalt details that looked untouched and pristine. Wrapping around to this had been a dining room with enough room for approximately eight guests and a small candelabra at the center. Beyond this was a study decorated i
Jackson's POVHow is it that even with a scowl, messy hair, and day's old makeup that Amara Brady could pull me to my knees. If her safety weren't a factor I was tempted to drop down on them and beg for her forgiveness for my treatment of her the night before. But as I refrained at least one hundred times from coming to her room that I paced behind the door that separated us, I could find the strength in addressing her now. But for the moment her eyes seemed to feed off of my naked chest-that was a bit harder to ignore. “Why did you bring me here?” She asked as if suddenly some CEO of some kind with fingers folded in wait for an answer. “I was tired.” I was short with my answer, hoping she would be too annoyed to dig into more details. “Tired from throwing away the candles? Maybe the flowers? The book looked kind of heavy…” Dammit. I didn't think she was going to go full raccoon in the night and find any of that. “Must have been from the owners
Amara's POV It was a tortured silence as we made our way to the private airstrip just outside of the city. I wanted to apologize and be apologized to but all I could think about was what happened in that kitchen before we left. More specifically what could have happened if we weren't interrupted. As infuriating as it was to be both a captive and a willing hostage, I was constantly torn between trusting Jackson and wanting to get the upper hand over him. Maybe figure out a way to dethrone my father from his patriarchy and find my freedom in a way that didn't depend on me marrying someone else. But all I could think about were Jackson’s hands holding mine flat. His tense body curved into my own. His breath at the shell of my ear as I turned to face him. As I said, completely infuriating. “Where are we even going?” I asked with frustration more on myself than him. “Away.” “That was helpful, thank you…You know if you wanted to be a-” I beg
Jackson's POV“I'm fine.” I urged as she had already made at least five trips through the entire plane to try and find the first aid kit. While my eyes shifted here and there on the instruments of the plane, she was on her sixth trek before I captured her hand on my own.“Maree…please…You're making me dizzy…”“You're burning up and are still actively bleeding! I'm not stopping until I-” The eureka moment spread across her face was enough to blaze a grin across my own. I basked in her happiness and wanting to be a part of it- wanting to be the cause of it.“Stay here.” I chuckled with the lack of a choice as she sped back into the cabin of the plane and returned with arms full of alcohol.“Uh…”“I wasn't sure if you were a whiskey guy or more of a vodka but…”“I'm not drinking when I still have to help you land this thing in a few hours.”“It's to help the infection.”