ログインKasey’s POVThe afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the reception, but the warmth I felt was entirely from the man beside me.We were finally husband and wife after two long years of waiting. My white dress still felt a little unreal against my skin, and every time I looked down at the simple gold band on my finger next to Landon’s, my stomach did a happy flip. This was it. Us. Forever.I spotted Darren and Ilya across the room, weaving through the crowd. My heart gave a quick, surprised squeeze.They actually showed up.I lifted my hand and waved them over. They noticed almost immediately and Darren nudged Ilya slightly before they both changed direction and made their way toward us.By the time they reached us, Darren was already smiling faintly."Congratulations, you two." He beamed."You came!" The words left my mouth before I could even stop them. I moved instinctively, stepping forward to him but Landon’s grip tightened, pulling me back against him before I could even extend
Landon's POVI stood at the end of the aisle with my chest tight as hell, trying not to lose it right in front of everybody. Tears kept building up in my eyes no matter how much I blinked them back. I couldn’t help it.Fuck. Do not cry. Do not fucking cry.But Christ, she was a vision. The dress she was wearing wasn’t some puff of frothy lace. It was sleek like poured cream and hugged every curve I’d memorized in the dark. It had these long sleeves that went all the way to her wrists with delicate pearls that caught the light every time she breathed. The neckline dipped just enough to make my mouth go dry, and the skirt fell in a smooth, clean line to the floor, making her look like some elegant statue that had decided to walk. And the veil. A fucking cloud of tulle that hid her face from me, making me want to rip it off with my teeth.My eyes darted to the tiny hurricane in front of her. Hazel. Our two-year-old daughter. She was a perfect mini-Kasey from her riot of brown curls to t
Kasey’s POVHis lips pressed against mine softly."God, baby, you’re awake," he breathed against my mouth. "I’m so fucking glad. I thought—""I’m okay," I whispered, cutting him off before he could finish whatever dark thought had been sitting on his chest. I lifted my arms and hugged him as best as I could, wincing slightly when the IV line tugged at my arm."Are you hurt?" he asked quietly, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes moved all over my face like he was checking for damage. "Does anything hurt? Head? Stomach? Tell me—"Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Darren cleared his throat from the chair beside the bed."I’ll go grab the doctor now that you’re here," he said, already heading for the door."Thanks, man," Landon said without looking away from me.Once the door clicked shut behind Darren, Landon leaned in again and kissed me deeply. It felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, like every minute he’d spent thinking he might lose me had been bu
Kasey’s POVFor five days, I had lived with the quiet certainty that Landon was looking for me.It was the only thing that kept me from breaking completely. Every hour that dragged by, every time the door opened or footsteps echoed down the hall, a small part of me held on to that belief. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t give up. He would find me.But I never thought he’d show up so soon, and definitely not like this: tied to a chair looking helpless while his uncle circled him like a shark.It almost felt like they had lured him here on purpose. Like they used me as bait and he swam right into the trap. My heart ached every time I caught a glimpse through the cracked door. I strained to hear what they were saying but their voices stayed low and muffled. Snatches of angry words floated in, but nothing clear enough to make sense of the back and forth.Then that bitch Kendra walked in. I watched her lean down and spit in Landon’s face before smacking him hard across the cheek. The sound of
"You don’t mean that. He’s still your brother. Why the hell do you want to see him lose everything?" I muttered under my breath.Andrew stopped pacing. His face twisted like I’d slapped him. "He made me lose everything too, you little shit," he snapped back. "I’ve spent years trying to pay him back. Ambushed his shipments, sent shooters after him and his whole damn family. Hell, I even risked going after William Antonellis himself, hoping the attack would wipe out Vince’s heir so he’d know exactly how it felt when he stole my life from me."My hands curled into fists against the ropes."You sick bastard," I growled. He leaned in closer. "But your old man’s been too fucking lucky every single time. Slipped through every trap. Until now. Look who’s got the upper hand, nephew. Me."My stomach turned over. All those attacks that took my brothers from us… this bastard had been behind them the whole time. Every funeral, every scar, every night I stayed up wondering who the hell was gunnin
Landon's POVThe first thing that hit me when he walked in wasn’t fear.It was confusion.I didn’t know who the hell I had expected to see but it sure as hell wasn’t him.For a split second, my brain told me it was my old man.Same height. Same build. Same sharp jaw. Same eyes that looked like they’d already judged you before you even opened your mouth. It was like staring at a version of my father that had been dragged through hell and left there a little too long.But then I actually looked at him and everything in me went cold. Because it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.My dad didn’t look at people like that. Not like they were something to break apart just to see how they worked. Not like they were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.This man did.I had never seen my old man’s twin before. I heard stories, yeah. Bits and pieces. Enough to know he existed. Enough to know he was bad news. But seeing him in the flesh? It was like someone had taken my father and twisted somethin
Landon's POVI crouched behind the rusted dumpster in the alley, my eyes locked on the shadowy figure slipping through the back door of that rundown warehouse.Malcolm Reeves, the slippery fucker, had been playing this cat and mouse game with us for a week now. Tyler and I had tailed him from one s
I froze the second the door opened. She was really here. Kasey. My Kasey. Or at least, she used to be.She was supposed to be on a beach somewhere. Drinking fucking daiquiris with her husband. Posting those goddamn cozy pictures that felt like little shards of glass in my gut every time I scrolled
Kasey’s POVThe honeymoon in Bora Bora had been everything I imagined and more.Darren and I spent our days snorkeling among colorful fish that darted around us like confetti and paddleboarding across calm waters where I could see straight to the sandy bottom. We'd laugh over fresh coconut water at
Landon's POV I stood in Tyler's kitchen, the morning sun filtering through the blinds, casting stripes across the counter. My mood was sky-high after last night; and hell, this morning too. Kasey and I had gone at it like we hadn't seen each other in weeks, which wasn't far from the truth. I'd wo







