เข้าสู่ระบบOrana’s Point of ViewMy father was about to pull the trigger. I could feel the cold shift in the air, the sudden stillness in his grip. He was going to kill me without blinking, without a second thought.“Anthony, please!” I pleaded, my voice breaking as fear gripped my throat.Sienna was knocked out cold, lying motionless on the damp gravel right at our feet. But before I could process anything else, my eyes locked onto Vaughn.Vaughn looked at me, and for the first time since I’d met him, I saw fear in his dark eyes. Vaughn was usually like stone, unreadable and commanding. But right now, I could see the wheels spinning behind his gaze. He was trapped. He was forced into an impossible corner, stuck between the threat to my life, his brother’s madness, and the shadow of my father.He was holding a rifle, clad in full tactical gear instead of his usual tailored suits. He didn’t look like the man I was used to. He looked like an operative straight out of a movie.“I love you,” I found
Vaughn’s Point of ViewThey say if you want to kill a snake, you have to cut off its head. That’s exactly what Callahan fucking Fitzgerald did by going after Orana.Orana is my entire world. She is everything to me. I would gladly fall on a knife for her if she asked me to, and I’d do it with a smile on my face just to keep her safe. I knew I’d have to deal with Callahan eventually, but right now, my wife needed me.“They know. They fucking know,” James muttered, his hands trembling slightly on his rifle as we stood in the shadows of the secondary perimeter. Behind all his panic was a woman he could never truly have; he’d fucked up by sleeping with her back then, but I was proud that he’d stepped up and decided to do right by that girl and their child. Sienna, on the other hand, had moved on, and right now she was going out with no one other than Darian.I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the tactical HUD on my wrist. “Is everyone in position?” I asked into my comms.“Team Alpha
Orana’s Point of ViewThe location Anthony chose left me vulnerable. It was an abandoned industrial lot right along the riverbanks, surrounded by crumbling, multi-story brick warehouses with blown-out windows. If he or his men were posted inside any of those buildings, they could see every single move I made long before I’d ever spot them.I pulled my SUV to a slow stop near the edge of the water and cut the engine. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed the heavy door open and stepped out into the biting wind.I looked around the gravel lot, trying to keep my composure, when a tall, masked man stepped out from the shadows of an overgrown loading dock. He raised a black handgun, pointing it directly at my chest.I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears so loudly I could barely hear the river rushing behind me. I didn't know what to do.“You have the drive?” he barked, his voice muffled by the ski mask. His light eyes were cold as ice, and his heavy accent sounded Scottish or Irish;
Orana’s Point of View“I’m not doing the meeting!” I argued, my voice echoing off the walls as I stepped back from him. “We have to find another way—a way that makes sure nothing happens to you!”Vaughn stepped in, cupping my face in his warm hands. He looked down into my eyes with such intensity. “I promised you that I would always protect you and the girls, Orana. And I plan on keeping that promise.”“Callahan planned this whole thing!” I gasped out, the realization dawning on me. “That’s why he took Liorah today! What’s going to happen to Liorah, Vaughn? He took her, and I know he’s planning to use her against us!”“Callahan will never hurt Liorah,” Vaughn stated calmly, trying to ground me. “And he likely doesn’t even know that we’ve already figured out he’s working with Anthony.”My chest heaved as I stared at my husband. “What’s on that drive, Vaughn?”Vaughn didn't answer right away. He turned toward the doorway and nodded at his brother. “James, give us a minute.”James nodded
Vaughn’s Point of View“It’s not fucking Darian!” Sean barked, looking furious as I stared down at the monitor screen.“I know,” I said, leaning back in the leather chair, my mind racing as I tried to piece together who would pull off something this coordinated. I had a sickening suspicion brewing in my gut, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I kept my mouth shut and didn’t tell Sean just yet.We needed a way forward.Sean paced the room, throwing out potential solutions on how we could trace the asshole, but I barely heard a word he said. My breath caught in my throat when my phone buzzed in my hand, displaying Orana’s name on the screen. She had been calling me repeatedly.“A stór?” I answered, pressing the phone to my ear.“Vaughn... oh my God...” Her frantic, ragged sobs echoed through the speaker, sending a spike of adrenaline straight through my veins.I bolted out of my chair. “A stór, what’s wrong? What happened?”“I know who did it... I need to see you right now!”M
Orana’s Point of ViewThe conference was just as I imagined it would be. When it was time for our panel, I took my seat and spoke openly about the shifting trends and current landscape of real estate. Once the discussion wrapped up, I answered a few thoughtful questions from the audience before we moved over to the private networking lounge for drinks.The moment I stepped down from the stage, Kameron was by my side, walking me around the room and introducing me to every major business mogul in the real estate industry.“Did I tell you you look absolutely beautiful, by the way?” Kameron asked softly, sliding up beside me.I chuckled, picking up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. “You just did.”We spent the next few minutes catching up on life, trading the usual small talk that comes with not having seen someone in years. When I asked about his plans for the future, he admitted, almost sheepishly, that he was seriously considering moving to London.“It’s a big jump,”
Orana’s point of viewHe said it meant nothing.The words replayed in my head long after I stepped out of the car, long after the meeting ended, long after I forced myself to breathe.He said it was a mistake. Heat of the moment.I should have felt relieved. Instead, I felt unsettled.Because if it
Orana’s point of viewLittle dove.He called me little dove and carried me to the hotel room in fucking bridal style. I wanted to fight him and ask him to stop, but I couldn’t. I loved the way he smelled.I didn’t say anything even as he got into the elevator and walked into my room. The silence fo
Orana’s Point of View“Are you ready for this, Orana?”The question cut through the low hum of the jet engines just as the door opened, letting in a rush of New York air. I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I stood at the top of the stairs, my fingers curling tightly around the rail as my gaze s
Orana’s Point of View“Mama, you’re staring at me again.”I blinked, dragged back into the present by a small, sweet voice.My daughter stood in the middle of the room with her tiny hands planted on her hips, already dressed, already impatient. Her curls framed her face in soft chaos, and her green







