LOGINKade gave a humorless smile. “I put a choice in front of you. You were arrogant enough to take it.”I was breathing in ragged gulps now, chest heaving, tears stinging my eyes that I refused to let fall.Something in Kade's face went completely still.But I couldn't stop. It was like watching a car roll toward a cliff and pressing the accelerator."You've always been jealous of me. You hated that I was better than you.”His eyes hardened. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Luca.”"You hated that Dad chose me."His jaw flexed."You hated that Mom loved me."He stepped away from the bed.I kept going. “You couldn't stand that I was the one people wanted. The one people respected. The one who actually mattered—"Kade looked at me for several long seconds. His jaw flexed once. Then he nodded, slowly."There's the Luca I remember."My stomach tightened. He came closer."You know what I find interesting?"I didn't answer.“You’ve spent twelve years thinking I wanted what you had.”His hand
"I came to see if you're still alive."I glared at him. “You sound disappointed."A slow grin spread across his face. “Devastated. Truly. I actually had it in mind to piss on your grave.”He looked at the mess another second longer.“I’ve watched men lose fingers without making this much fucking noise.”"Go to hell."I stared at him. That smile of his never looked like humor.He stepped further into the room, eyes moving over me slowly and deliberately. My bare chest. The hospital bracelet. The IV taped into the back of my hand. Then down to my leg, to the brace holding it rigid beneath the blanket."Where's Noah?" It came out before I could stop it.Kade's eyes returned to mine. "Noah?""Don't play dumb now."His brows lifted. "I'm trying to work out why you're asking me.""Where is she?"He studied me for another second. Then, almost lazily“What were you expecting? Me to walk in here holding Noah’s hand?”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.And that was my mistake. I watched it
LUCA'S POV"Morning, Mr. Leister. I'm Nurse Abby. And I brought you some breakfast."The tray landed on the table with a soft plastic clatter before I even looked up. Eggs. Toast cut neatly in half. Bacon. Fruit chopped into identical little cubes. A paper cup of coffee sent a thin ribbon of steam toward my face.And a napkin folded into a fucking triangle.I stared at it.A triangle.Was I some six years old recovering from chicken pox? Instead of twenty-something, six-foot-whatever, and lying in a hospital bed because somebody had put a bullet through my leg.My stomach rolled over on itself. “I'm not hungry."She gave me the kind of smile I’d been seeing since yesterday.Soft around the edges. Almost Careful. The smile people wore when they were afraid that saying the wrong thing might make you break.I hated that smile."That's okay. You should still try to eat something.""I said I'm not hungry."She wheeled the little table closer anyway. The wheels squeaked against the floor,
The sentence landed harder than an open hand across my face.I shook my head. "No. You wouldn’t do that.”"Yes.""Stop.""You and I both know Kade had nothing to do with Finn's death."My stomach dropped out from under me entirely."Stop it!”"You knew that.""Nicholas!”"You fucking knew it." His voice tore through the room, finally breaking all the way open. "And it was easier for you to let me believe he was responsible, because you were so desperate to keep Luca blameless, that you let your other son carry a weight that was never his to carry."I couldn't move. My fingers had gone completely numb around the fabric of the chair.The years rushed back uninvited — Kade standing in that doorway, fifteen years old, the exact second Nicholas told him he was leaving. The way he'd looked at me across that hall.Not angry. Just confused. That open confusion of a child looking at his mother the way children look at mothers when they still believe, absolutely, that she can fix whatever's bro
CATHERINE'S POVThe first thing I heard was Nicholas telling someone to keep looking."Thank you. I appreciate your help."I stopped just outside the living room doorway, one hand still resting flat against the wall.It’s been two days.Two days since the garden filled with gunfire, since Luca was rushed to the hospital, and since Nicholas stood in our kitchen doorway and heard the one sentence I’d spent twelve years making absolutely certain he’d never hear.I curled my fingers against the plaster, pressing them into the paint until my knuckles went white.Inside, Nicholas kept talking."No. I don't want assumptions. I want facts."I stepped into the doorway.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand tucked into his trouser pocket, phone pressed to his ear. His jacket hung over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled neat to his forearms, posture perfectly straight.Nothing about him looked like a man whose marriage had collapsed. His eyes found mine across the room and stayed
My hand tightened around the glass until the cut crystal bit into my palm. "Those sons of bitches tried to kill everyone," Atlas scoffed. “Turned the whole wedding into a bloodbath. Honestly, your brother's probably having a worse day than you are right now. Having his knee busted open like that.” "This isn’t about him.” Muscles worked in my jaw. “They were there for me. I’m sure.” He didn't argue that part. Couldn't actually. We'd all seen it — the direction, the timing, the exact second it happened, right after I'd walked away from Luca, right as I'd been standing in the open with Noah in front of me. Someone had known where I'd be. Someone had been confident enough to open fire at a wedding full of witnesses. That kind of confidence only came from one place. Casper pushed off the wall. "Want me to start making calls?" "Not yet." His brows drew together. "First," I said, "I want to know exactly who was stupid enough to think I wouldn't find them." Atlas fol







