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Chicago’s skyline cuts through the windows of Clive & Associates like broken glass, all sharp edges and false promises. I’ve walked these halls before, but that was a different life. Back when I was just another Madrigal heir with too much money and too little sense, charming investors over fifteen-hundred-dollar bottles of whiskey.Today’s different.Today I’m not the reckless playboy who treats consequences like suggestions. I’m not the walking disaster who hides behind family money when shit gets real.Today I’m the man who walked away from the woman he loves because he thought distance would protect her.And today I’m the man who’s about to burn this place to the ground to prove how wrong that was.The lobby feels like a funeral home. All marble and hushed voices and carefully curated emptiness. The receptionist won’t meet my eyes—knows exactly why I’m here, what this is about, who’s about to get destroyed.“Mr. Madrigal?” Her voice could f11 DAYS.That’s how long it took for my life to be irrevocably changed, only to fall back into a daily routine.Access to his personal computers made it easy to link Julius to the money taken out of Xenos ’s accounts to pay off the Yelchin family, and with that in hand, it was even easier to make it look like he’d fled the country.I’d expected to mourn him more, but despite being brothers, it had been a long time since we’d been family.Brothers firsthad been our mother’s words over and over again, until the word ‘brother’ had lost all meaning. The Julius who had held my hand while our parents threw books and vases at each other, who lay in the twin bed next to mine at Casa de Camila while our father and grandfather argued business, who spent countless nights sleeping at the dining table with me - that Julius had been long gone.Once that was settled, Bruce and I moved into an apartment halfway between her house and mine. My place had been too small, but there was n
The days in the hospital blurred past as I drifted in and out of a deep, exhausted sleep. Victor was there a lot. Tatiana and Daphne visited. But I rarely had the energy and brain space to talk to them. I barely even had the energy to process everything that had happened the day of the car accident.I didn’t hear from Alonzo besides flowers and chocolates being Allieivered to my hospital room. I gave all of it to the nurses.Victor just said I didn’t have to worry about the Benington s anymore. Not to worry was his standard answer, no matter what question I asked.Was he really tied to organized crime?Don’t worry about it.What had happened to Julius?You shouldn’t worry about him.Was Constance okay?Letmeworry about Constance .The day I was released from the hospital, he helped me into the backseat of Constance ’s town car, only to take me back to her place. I’d figured the whole ruse was over now, considering they’d checked me into the hospital under my
Julius raised an unimpressed brow and shook the dirt off his leather shoe. “Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?”“Has nobody ever taught you how to treat a lady?” I countered, slowly stepping forward. I had no plan other than keeping him talking to keep the gun down.“Lady? Her?” He swiveled out of his chair and waved his gun in the general direction of Constance . “That’s rich coming from you. Weren’t you pretending to be her?”“Is that what this is about? You’re pissed because you didn’t get to meet the real Constance Montana?”“Please,” he grunted. “I’m glad you replaced her. I doubt the real Constance would have dropped her panties within three weeks of meeting my brother. She might actually be more of a lady than you are. You barely hesitated to dump your precious boyfriend, so Alonzo can finger your little cunt inherliving room. You’re going to be much easier to handle than that frigid ice princess.”What did you tell him about me?I told him fucking n
Pressing a hand against my forehead as if that could steady my mind, I stumbled towards the door. Of course, it was locked. What on earth had he locked me in here for? Where had he even gotten the key? The scream. Someone had screamed. Oh god. I leaned my forehead against the cooling wood of the door.Okay, okay, okay, think, Allie. Don’t panic.Julius had said something about the next few weeks, right? That meant, he couldn’t be planning to hand me over to the authorities for impersonating Constance .Whatever he had planned, I knew in my gut that I didn’t want to lie in bed and wait. I had no intention to find outwhatJulius was, as Alonzo had put it.If Alonzo had known-nope. No.Focus.I glanced down at myself. I was in an old, oversized t-shirt that reached down to my knees, that I usually only wore as a nightgown when I knew nobody was going to see me in it. Mostly due to the holes all around the collar. It would have to do, because my legs were too unsteady to
We hadn’t talked since I’d sent Jonas his way, but his words left little room for protest. The back of my neck prickled, because if he didn’t elaborate in front of his colleagues on why we had to go, my chances of sitting in a chair next to Allie’s bed, waiting for her to wake up, had just slimmed to zero. I signed the discharge form on the dotted line. Immediately the doctor dropped the tweezers on the medical tray and held her hands up in surrender.“Shirt?” Ivanis asked.“Gone.”“Take this until we get to the car.” He shrugged out of his lab coat and tossed it at me. I couldn’t suppress the grimace as the stiff fabric slid over the open wounds on my arm, but it was better than going half-naked, wherever it was we were going. I glanced down at the tattoo marking the inside of his forearm.Il ne faut pas réveiller le chat qui dort.The French version of ‘let sleeping dogs lie’. I hadn’t, and I was about to face the consequences.“Care to tell me what’s happening?” I a
My head was throbbing,and that goddamn song didn’t stop. Alonzo never listened to music in the morning, and now he had to play that goddamn song. “Can you turn off the music?”“There’s no music, darling,” a woman replied, and I tried to pry my eyes open, because she wasn’t Alonzo , and that goddamn song wouldn’t stop. And not a single person named Alicia ever wanted to hear that goddamn song again. My eyes didn’t open though, and I just sank back into the comforting, warm darkness of Alonzo ’s arms around me and his face snuggled into the crook of my neck while he hummed, so cheesy.“Good song,” I mumbled, tongue heavy.“Good night,” he whispered back.“I swear to God-”“If you don’t hold still, you’ll be meeting God a lot sooner than you might be comfortable with, Mr. Benington .” The white-haired nurse chuckled while holding out a metal container. The doctor dropped another shard into it without saying a word. She’d given up talking to me after the ninth







