تسجيل الدخول“How am I to live with this reality…?”–Rebecca stood over the freshly turned earth of Chase's grave, the headstone still too new, too sharp-edged against the softened, weather-worn markers around it. It had been weeks since she took his life. Weeks since she'd last let herself be in the same room as Diego as well. She hadn't meant for it to become this. At first it was simple exhaustion, the kind that made sense after everything. She'd told herself she needed a night alone, then another, then a week and more, and somewhere in that stretch of nights the distance grew into something she no longer knew how to undo. She'd moved back into her own apartment where her aunt lived, not able to look at Diego after what she had done. Not a single day went by without her phoning Diego's nurse to make sure he was responding properly to the administered treatments. To make sure he was healing fine but never went to see him.Her excuse any time he asked was that she was busy with work or som
“A life for a life.”–The gun felt impossibly heavy in Rebecca's hands, heavier than anything she'd ever held, and she couldn't seem to make her fingers unclench from around it no matter how hard she tried.Her entire body trembled beside herself, she felt sweat drench her from head to toe. She had tracked him. That was all she'd been able to think, hours earlier, when she'd woken to a text from him telling her how much he loved her and was sorry if he couldn't keep all his promises to her, and something in her chest had known, with a cold and instant certainty, exactly what that meant. She'd called Vincenzo and as much as she could have predicted, he'd resisted telling her, loyal to Diego's instructions, until she'd threatened to go looking herself and saying whatever happened to her would be his fault. "He got a text from his brother, an address. They're probably together right now already. They have to put an end to whatever it is that's going on between them. The only way out
“A gun. A trigger. A body.” –The message came just after midnight-- a location, texted from an unknown number Diego knew instantly could only belong to one person."The old dockyard. Come alone, or you'll never get another chance to end this."Diego stared at the message for a long time, he almost laughed. "Funny how the estate is under attack at this particular time as well." He rose from his desk, checked the weight of the gun in his jacket, and told Vincenzo, in no uncertain terms, to stay behind."This is a trap," Vincenzo said flatly. "You know that.""I know," Diego said. "But just like he said, there won't be another chance at ending this madness." He met his consigliere's eyes. "On no occasion should you try to come after me, the safety of this estate and our family is in your hands. If I'm not back by dawn, I give you the blessing to take over as Don."Vincenzo's face distorted with fear mixed with shock at that moment. He wanted to argue further but the look on Diego's fa
“If only things could continue to go this well…”–Days went by without a word from Diego, the first day, she had actually tried to reach out to him but ended up cowering away. The second day, she hoped to hear from him even though she knew he was just giving her the space she actually truly needed. Day three, Rebecca felt like Diego had just forgotten about her completely. She lounged on the living room sofa constantly clicking next on the TV remote. Timothée laid on her chest, half asleep and still trying to play with his toy. "Shall I put him to bed?" Beatrice asked, noticing that the boy just needed to be laid down and he would fall asleep completely.Rebecca shook her head with a grateful smile. "No, it's fine. Let him fall asleep on my chest." She responded, her voice a soft whisper. Beatrice pouted. "Ever since I got back from the hospital, you haven't let me lift a finger to get a single thing done. I really don't like it. I'm fine and I can take care of Timothée." There
“It's time to finally leave the shadows.”–Chase drove for nearly an hour after leaving the estate, windows down, the wind doing little to cool the heat still simmering under his skin.He hadn't waited for daylight to completely settle in the sky before leaving. *Watch your back.*He almost laughed at the memory of his own words, said so casually, like a man commenting on the weather rather than declaring war on the only family he had left. Strange, how light he felt now that the pretending was finally over. Years of careful smiles, careful words, careful distance from the truth of what he'd done, all of it dissolved the moment Diego had looked him in the eye and said "I know."There was a freedom in that. A terrible, exhilarating freedom.He pulled into the lot of a nondescript warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, the kind of building no one looked at twice, and let himself in through a side door that only a handful of people knew existed.Luna was already waiting insi
“And for the souls yet to be lost, we already shed their tears…”–Diego couldn't bring himself to wait until morning.The moment he pulled through the gates of the estate, the fury from the drive still coiled tight in his chest, he left the car in the driveway and went straight inside, straight through the halls, and straight to the one place he knew his brother would be at this hour.Chase was in the estate's private gym, shirtless, wrapping his knuckles with the unhurried calm of a man who had nothing on his conscience. He didn't look up when Diego entered, though the faint tightening of his shoulders told Diego he'd heard him come in."Look who's back," Chase said."We need to talk." Diego's voice was cold and stern. "How was your date?" Chase finished wrapping his hand and flexed his fingers, finally turning to face him. Whatever he saw in Diego's expression made something flicker behind his own briefly, quickly smoothed over. "You look like hell, brother.""My son was taken fro
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
A shared sexual experience for just one to remember._Rebecca wanted to hit his hand away, she wanted to give him the lecture of his life for touching her like that! But deep down, she wished he would go further down. He caressed her waist and her hips but stopped short of her ass, like he wanted
The man who murdered fathers, even his own. _Diego's eyes squinted confusedly, why was she suddenly acting so emotional? “Will you just hear me out?” He said, trying to explain himself. “Why does everything always have to revolve around you?!” She barked, taking him by surprise. “Can't you just







