Mag-log inLorenzo's POVI don't know how long we stood there in the hallway, him shaking against my chest, me holding on like letting go might undo it somehow. A baby. After everything last night had thrown at us — after a severed head and a motel shootout and a photograph of two infants that had shattered Dante's whole understanding of himself — there was, impossibly, this. Something small and unbroken, growing in the middle of all of it."Say something," Jovan finally whispered against my shirt. "You've gone quiet and it's scaring me.""I'm not scared." My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. "I'm just trying to figure out how something this good is supposed to fit inside a day that started with a decapitated head on our porch."He laughed, wet and startled, and pulled back to look at me, eyes red but something lighter moving underneath the fear now. "That's a very you way to say you're happy.""I am happy." I pressed my forehead to his. "Terrified. Furious that he already knew before w
Lorenzo's POVDante went quiet on the line for a second too long. "You want me to bring my mother's name into a room with the man who might be my brother. You understand what you're asking.""I'm asking you to hear the truth with people who aren't going to let it destroy you," I said. "Alone, it breaks you. Together, we survive it. That's the only math I trust anymore.""Fine." His voice was rough. "Give me an hour. I need to find him first — he's not going to make that easy.""He wants to be found," I said. "That's the whole point of the note. Men like that don't disappear when they want a conversation. They disappear when they want you chasing them into a place they've already chosen.""Cheerful," Dante muttered, and hung up.Jovan was watching me from across the room, arms wrapped around himself, still pale from the night before, still moving carefully like his own body had become something unfamiliar overnight."You should call the doctor," I said gently. "Before any of this. Get
Lorenzo's POVMorning came in gray and quiet, sunlight barely cutting through the blinds, and for a few seconds I forgot everything that had happened before I opened my eyes — forgot the box, the warehouse, the photograph of two infants folded up in my jacket on the floor somewhere. Then Jovan shifted against me in his sleep, one hand curled loose over his stomach even now, and it all came rushing back at once.I didn't move. I just watched him breathe.My phone was face-down on the nightstand, and some old instinct told me not to reach for it yet, to let this be the last few minutes of the night that didn't have a threat attached. It didn't last long. It buzzed once, low, and I grabbed it before it could wake him.Dante.Marcus is gone.I sat up so fast the headboard cracked against the wall."Lorenzo?" Jovan's voice, thick with sleep, already alarmed just from the sound of my breathing."Marcus is gone," I said, reading it again like the words might rearrange themselves into somethi
Lorenzo's POV"Jovan." I set the gun down on the counter, hands shaking now for reasons that had nothing to do with the man who'd just walked out my front door. "Talk to me.""I don't know." His voice was barely there, thin, lost. "I rescheduled the appointment because of Lena, because of everything — I told myself it was stress, I told myself the tiredness was just stress, I didn't let myself think—" He broke off, pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes. "God, Lorenzo, if it's true, I found out from him. I found out something like that from the man who mailed us Derek's head.""Hey." I crossed to him, pulled him in, felt him shaking against my chest the same way he had back at the safehouse, except this time it wasn't fear alone underneath it — it was something bigger, something neither of us had room to hold yet on top of everything else tonight had already asked of us. "We don't know anything for certain. Not from him. Not until you see an actual doctor, somewhere safe, on ou
Lorenzo's POV"There's no kid in this house." My voice came out low, dangerous, the gun steady even though nothing else in me was. "Say what you mean or stop talking.""Direct. I like that about you." He didn't move from the chair, didn't so much as glance at the gun pointed at his chest, which told me more about how confident he was than anything he'd said all night. "I'm not talking about a child of yours, Lorenzo. Not exactly. I'm talking about Jovan's."Beside me, Jovan made a sound like all the air had left him at once. "That's not — I don't have a—""You wouldn't know yet." The man's eyes slid to him, almost kind, which was somehow worse than cruelty would have been. "It's very recent. But it's there. Ask your doctor about the appointment you rescheduled twice this month because things got — busy." A small, humorless smile. "I make it my business to know things, Jovan. It's how I've survived long enough to sit in this kitchen.""That's a lie." Jovan's hand had found my arm, grip
Lorenzo's POVI didn't remember getting back in the car. One second I was staring at that photograph, at the shape in my own doorway, and the next Jovan was in the passenger seat beside me and the engine was roaring and the city was blurring past too fast on either side."Lorenzo, slow the fuck down...""I can't." My hands were locked white-knuckled on the wheel. "If he's in my house—""Then we go in smart, not fast." Jovan's voice cut through the panic clean and sharp, the same voice he used when a kitchen fire needed someone thinking instead of screaming. "You taught me that. Remember? You taught me that, back when I wanted to run into every fire instead of putting it out first."I forced my foot off the gas half an inch. Not much. Enough.Behind us, Dante's headlights stayed locked in the mirror, Lena and Marcus crammed in with him, the four of them close enough to reach us in seconds if it came to that."Who was in the doorway," Jovan asked quietly. "Could you tell?""No." My jaw
Lorenzo's POVI had dealt with hostile men before;Cartel lieutenants who had smuggled weapons under diplomatic plates. Politicians who had embezzled their way into debt and called it oversight. Rivals who had come to negotiating tables with knives hidden under their sleeves and smiles borrowed fro
JOVAN'S POVThe worst pain I'd ever felt aside from taking a kick to the balls was getting my head smashed into a wall.I woke up with a banging headache and it felt as though my head was a bit swollen at the side as I struggled to get off the bed.A….bed? Since when did hotel lobbied have…..? Wai
LORENZOI finally got him. The object of my desire, my sleepless and ire— the love of my life. I never thought I’d see him again, not after he nearly ruined my life of course. Of course, he wouldn’t recognize or remember me. My case was one of the many Jovan Rosfrith dismissed with the wave of a h
JOVAN "My sister is a young, innocent girl with a life ahead of her. But you charmed her and she fell for your looks and deceptive tongue. i will not let you ruin her, not the way you've done to the other ladies you slept with last week. I have come to warn you to stay away from her." "But you ar







