تسجيل الدخولPierce.I didn’t think about it at the time. My mind was a mess after that day but now, I realize I ignored something very important.Zane tossed a folder onto the table from his briefcase. “Since things didn't make much sense that day, especially on the security detail. I ran background checks on Alexis’s two bodyguards and the agency they work for.” He said. I flipped it open. Before hiring them I got them from an agency with a good reputation. If only I dug deep The name at the top hit me like a punch to the ribs.Wayne mother fucking Bellows.Political financier, Motorcycle club leader and my mother’s lover. The senator isn't the only one who is vying to be my step dad. Mother loves being promiscuous. Wayne is a long-time snake with a personal security agency they worked for?” Zane tapped the file. “Proxy company. Wayne’s fingerprints all over it.”I closed my eyes, and threw the books
Alexis .It had been a week since that night when the name Julie slipped from Pierce’s lips in his sleep and clawed its way into my brain.And I hated that it still bothered me. I rolled up my sleeves as I flipped the eggs, the morning sunlight pouring in through the tall kitchen windows. Pierce always said he loved when I made breakfast, but he never actually ate much. Probably because he was always running out the door to handle things I wasn’t allowed to know about.As I glanced outside, a black crow caught my eyeIt perched on the old oak tree just beyond the driveway, its beady eyes locked directly on me. It didn’t move or blink. It just gawked. That's so creepy. I heard footsteps descending the stairs, I turned to see Pierce entering the kitchen, crisp and gorgeous in a white shirt and dark blue pants.He smirked when he saw me. "Morning, beautiful.” He greeted.I barely had
Alexis I felt a little lump in my throat as I watched Luna pack up her tiny pink suitcase. Two weeks had flown by like a fever dream. We’d done it all: zoos, trampolines, endless karaoke nights, half at my place, and at Sierra’s. Our throats were shot, our voices fried, and our hearts full. Luna had enough memories to fill ten bedtime stories for Grandma.School was back in session so she had to go home. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it I missed my husband. Two weeks without him had felt like two lifetimes. But he was coming back, and that was all that mattered. I’d talk to him properly after he dropped Luna off in Cleveland. For now, I could at least bask in the sight of him and pretend I wasn’t dying to jump his bones.“Uncle Zane!” Luna squealed, running up to Zane. Zane smiled, crouching to her level. “Hey, princess. Did the girls behave?”“Super good! I was in charge.” she said proudly, puffing her chest.
Pierce. "I sleep just fine at night," I replied coolly. "You, on the other hand... still waking up screaming, old man? Those night terrors still haunting you?"His frown deepens, his hand twitching slightly. Grandmother gently places her teacup down and gives us both a look, it's a soft warning. Not the time and place.For her sake, I lean back, sip my whiskey, and smile like the devil I am. But make no mistake this conversation is far from over.My uncle isn’t just sadistic, he's evil. Born that way. The kind of evil that doesn’t need a reason, it simply exists. He's poison in human form.My father had siblings, three sisters, two brothers and then my uncle. And one by one, he eliminated them. Erased every threat to his future throne.He drowned one sister in a bathtub. Staged fatal accidents for the other two. As for one of my father’s brothers, he arranged a staged love triangle at some seedy bar, and hired some drunk fool to
Pierce.The meeting with Don Massimo went better than expected. His loyalty was intact, his words promising, his respect for the Plaza still unshaken. But what unsettled me were two uninvited guests meandering in Milan.He leaned back, cigar smoke puffing from his mouth."Your mother’s been asking around for Falcon." He announced. That name alone made every nerve on my body rise. I knew exactly who Falcon was, a bottom-feeding hitman with a special taste for psychological terror for women. He didn’t just kill women, he destroys them first. Leaves them broken and violated, begging for death before delivering the final blow. People like him weren’t in it for the money, they were in it for the thrilling madness. For my mother to seek someone like him... it only meant one thing she wanted Alexis to relive the trauma she left in Oklahoma. But I won't allow her. I already sliced off her funds, took her cars. The only thing she has left is a house in Alaska. Don Massimo must’ve seen my f
Alexis. I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest. But then, the nagging guilt crept in. My smile faltered a little. “Sierra… I’m sorry about the other day.”I blurted. She frowned. “Why?”She asked.I hesitated, lowering my voice. “Because I feel like I always drag you into my mess. First it was Drew, then Marissa… and what if something happens to you because of me? What if one day I lose you?”Sierra reached out, pulling me into a hug. “Hey, stop that. If I die beside you, I’ll die with a smile on my face.” She pulled back and smiled. “I don’t regret anything. You’ve been there for me when no one else was, Alexis. And I’ll always be here for you. It’s the best thing we’ve ever done choosing each other.”She said. Tears threatened to pop from my eyes, but I laughed softly. “Damn it, now you’re getting all sentimental.” I whisper. “Blame the juice. It’s potent,”she said grinning. Sierra wiped under her eyes. "Okay enough of the teary Lifetime moment. Back to the steam, babe." She
Alexis.The door clicked open, right on cue. I casually opened the fridge, trying to look as natural as possible, pretending to search for something. My heart raced as I imagined Pierce’s eyes behind me, undressing me in his mind. Except... my carefully rehearsed plan unraveled quickly.An apple
Alexis. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting at a dinner table with mafia kings in a see-through lace dress, no less. I would’ve laughed, poured another glass of wine, and called them stupid. Yet here I was. The long mahogany dining table stretched out like something out of a c
Alexis.The clink of our wine glasses echoed through the room, followed by our laughter. Sierra clapped her hands, cheeks flushed from the wine. “I still can’t believe you actually flipped him off,” she said, smiling widely.“He deserved it,” I replied with a shrug, feeling the warmth of both the
Alexis.I leaned back in the oversized tub as warm water hugged my skin and rippled gently. Outside the window, pine trees swayed in the wind.The bath salts made everything soft. But there was a sensation curling beneath my tummy. Must be the salts and essential oils kicking in.I closed my eyes a







