[Michael]
Evelyn asked me a question, a strange one, that chilled me to my core.
“Is your son still the beneficiary of your ex-wife’s will?”
“Yes,” I remarked casually as I gobbled down a fried egg. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” she smiled sweetly. “I just wanted to consider his future. Do you remember if she had Life Insurance?”
When I explained to her that we both have over a million dollars in coverage, that we did this to make sure that Jayson would be cared for if anything wer
[Michael]There is a big difference between 24 weeks pregnant and 30 weeks pregnant. It would mean that Evelyn would have needed to be almost 2 months pregnant at the time she came home. Impossible. She wouldn't lie to me like that. She's the purest, most innocent woman I've ever known, always sacrificing herself for others. How could she possibly be lying about this. The doctor must be mistaken. "Is there any chance you have the numbers wrong? Babies can grow larger than others."The doctor shakes her head again. "Mr. Stone I am 100% sure. You and your wife must have gotten the conception date wrong. Maybe you can recall a possibility that happened earlier?" Blood rushes to my face and I bite down the urge to yell at her. "I know exactl
[Michael] Evelyn asked me a question, a strange one, that chilled me to my core. “Is your son still the beneficiary of your ex-wife’s will?” “Yes,” I remarked casually as I gobbled down a fried egg. “Why do you ask?” “No reason,” she smiled sweetly. “I just wanted to consider his future. Do you remember if she had Life Insurance?” When I explained to her that we both have over a million dollars in coverage, that we did this to make sure that Jayson would be cared for if anything wer
[Hunter]Ace was waiting for me at our warehouse along the docks along with the rest of the crew and most of the ThornBrides. My main girl, Lisa, is standing front and center, looking battle-ready in head-to-toe red leather. As soon as the door closes behind me, all eyes look up, watching me walk into the room as I take my place at the head of the table. Already gathered are all of the other mob heads except for Mr. Devil himself. Instead, his right hand man, Mr. Jersey sits in his place. “Why are you all here?” I demand, flexing my arms as I pop my knuckles. “I was hoping to sleep in this morning, but it looks like you all need my attention?”A few members of my crew snicker. Lisa leans over Ace’s shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She always gets that look when she’s eager to cut someone, and right now she’s staring squarely at Mr. Jersey. “I called this meeting,” Jersey speaks up. “Because my boss doesn’t trust you Thorns, and I’ll be honest, neither do I.” He spits on
Charley doesn't move from her spot, and her hands are shaking when I hand her a cup of coffee, but she manages to keep her voice steady as very slowly, she tells me about her troubled past. As the words tumble from her mouth a picture is painted of a sad and tragic childhood, without love and support. "My family was a mess," she confesses, smiling to soften her statement. "My father was in and out of jail, and my mother had to do a lot of desperate things to keep me and my brothers fed. Drug deals, prostitution, it ain't easy for a poor black woman in NYC."She grins, and I do my best to keep my expression neutral. Even though I've had my own tragedies, there is no way for me to truly relate to her experience. I'll never know what it is to be in her shoes. All I can do is listen compassionately as she shares what must have been some of the darkest moments of her life.“When I was 11 I dropped out of school. I was in 6th grade, and because of my mom’s…activities, it became hard for me
[Addison]The footsteps stop near the foot of the stairs. “Ms. Archer? Sally said you were in the hall.” My heart stills as Charley’s muscular frame turns the corner, her suit crisp and her hair neatly braided. She looks sad and uncertain as she stands there, gazing at me with a hesitant grin. “I’m sorry to disturb your morning.”I’m still so tightly wound after last night. I really need to find a way to calm myself down. Maybe start a new hobby, like yoga or flower arrangement. What is it that mob wives do to keep from going insane every time a door slams or they hear footsteps in the hall? “It’s fine, Charley,” I wave and her body relaxes at my simple gesture of welcome. “What’s up? Is there a reason you’re here?”“Mr. Grant wants to make sure you’re safe,” she says simply although her eyes are almost shouting that there is so much more to that. She must have been sent over because of what happened last night with Mr. D.Setting Livy down, I watch as she rushes off to the bookshel
[Addison]Pointing at the line on the document, I look up at Mr. Craig. "Can you tell me more about this?"How is it that Hunter could possibly be interviewed at the time of my family's death? I'm shocked and also confused. This happened over 20 years ago, Hunter couldn't have been more than 10. Which means, the Mr. Grant they are talking about would have been his father, George. But why would the Grants be anywhere near the scene of my family's death. We had been on our way back home from out of state. Why were they there too? Sweeping the paper back towards him, he squints and then his eyes open wide. "Ah, I can see. Well I might not have all the answers for you, but something tells me that your employer might be able to shed a bit of light. You could always approach him?"But how do I ask Hunter about this without raising his suspicions or worse, showing him my lack of trust. Before the events of last night, I was beginning to really trust him, to see Hunter as my protector. But
[Addison]He's still speaking with that monster but I can't listen to it anymore. Maybe there's a reasonable explanation that he is talking to him this morning even though last night he swore he had nothing to do with him. Even so, I can't stop thinking of my nightmares, the ones where I see my parents die. Now that I'm older and I better understand what was unfolding around me, I am certain it was because of the mob that I had to hide. And here I am, in love with one. Closing the door most of the way, I hide under the covers, hoping he doesn't notice that I had been eavesdropping. My heart racing, I try to calm my breath in the semblance of something that sounds like sleep, hoping it will be good enough to fool him. Squeezing my eyes shut, I consider my options. Even though I became someone new and lost all of my fortune in the mess of my marriage, I still have options. Thanks to Hunter, I have new wealth of my own slowly growing. Because of Dr. McCannon, I now have connections i
[Hunter]There is nothing in the world as soothing as the sound of her sleeping, the feeling of her warm body lying next to mine, the touch of her gentle breath on my neck as she curls into my chest. “This is dangerous,” I trace the edges of her curls as I memorize the contours of her faces with my fingertips. “If he figures out the truth, he’ll take you from me too.”Closing my eyes, I let my body relax, and make my best attempt to fall asleep. But as soon as my heavy lids dropped, flashes of my sister’s dead body flood my vision, fresh and red with blood, as if I were seeing it rather than remembering it. My heart skips, and Addy murmurs something in her sleep. Her body jumps, and I soothe her shaking frame. She’s still asleep, but her dreams must be just as dark and heavy as mine. “What happened to you, Addy, to make you so afraid?” I wonder aloud, remembering her reaction to the yellow roses the other day, and how she was terrified to let me out of the car tonight. There’s someth
[Addison]I haven't had a lot of experience with love.Before Michael, I had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious, nothing that moved beyond kisses and pleasant touches. My husband had been my first real lover. But with him, it was always perfunctionary, like performing another necessary a task. I assumed it was because of his nature: Michael is so logical and analytical, goal driven and task oriented.But now, as Hunter removes my clothes one delicate layer at a time, I realize that Michael it wasn't Michael's nature that kept me from feeling this way--it was because he never truly cherished me. I was a stand-in for Evelyn, a weak copy of the girl who broke his heart.Michael never really loved me.At least not like this. Never like this.As the last pieces of clothing fall away from us like rose petals, Hunter's hungry gaze warms me from head to toe as he pauses to appreciate every curve and angle of my body with his eyes and hands, caressing every valley and mound, massassing away