EleniI pace back and forth in the guest bedroom we’ve set up as my kind-of office over the last few days. Dante got me a laptop, and Tony brought my school books on one of his many trips up here. I could study. Maybe I should be studying. Classes start in two days. But neither Dante or I have actually, seriously said we’re going back to the city yet. I lift the blinds to check on him and Tony on the deck.They’re both gone. For a split second, cold fear grips my heart. The Russians found the safehouse, and they took both of them while I stood up here. Any second now, the door to this room will burst in, and I’ll be back in that fucking cell before I know it.Someone knocks on the door, and my heart skips a beat. But Russians wouldn’t knock. Dante would.“Come in!” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t sound panicky.Dante opens the door and steps in. He looks taller, prouder than he did a minute ago. My battered heart leaps.“What did Tony say? Good news?” I ask. “Russian syndicate destroye
EleniI shuffle through the hangers in the walk-in closet attached to the bedroom in the city apartment Dante showed me just before everything went wrong a few weeks ago. Classes start tomorrow. Tomorrow! And I haven’t even thought about what I’m going to wear yet. Most of my things from the house have been shipped here, but as I flick through them, all I can think about is how much longer they’re going to fit me for. Leather pants? Silk camisoles? I couldn’t have picked clothes with less stretch if I wanted to.Someone leans on their horn outside, and I’ve lived here way too long to jump, but the city noises are still abrupt after so long away from them. The cell the Russians kept me in was almost completely silent, and there are no neighbors by the safehouse. I missed the noise. I think.My mind drifts to the house on Staten Island, apparently empty right now. It wasn’t silent there by any means, just quieter. Quiet enough that I should’ve been able to hear the sirens headed for bur
Dante“No,” Wing says. “We’re not getting involved.”I scowl at the four other half-lit men in the back of the mahjong house in Chinatown. “What, does he have you all by the balls?”“No,” another triad leader, Chan, replies. “We talked before you arrived. He speaks our consensus. It’s too dangerous.”I turn to Tony, expecting him to be just as shocked as I am. The fucking triads, backing down? Tony looks back at me evenly. Fuck, he’s right. I need to keep goddamn cool.“What changed?” I ask.Wing sighs. “The feds leave a wide trail.”I grimace. “Don’t tell me this is about the deaths in Brighton.”“What else?” Chan slams his hand on the table. “Feds raid the Russians, get you your girl back, and who feels the pain? Russians. You know who will hurt if we help you?”“The triads.” Wing’s voice holds an air of finality.I shake my head. “They’re eating into your territory, aren’t they?”“Territory can be recovered.” Chan folds his arms. “Lives, not so much.”I stand. “Call me if you ever
Eleni“How did you get the gradient?” Kaley leans over and points at the background of the webpage on my laptop. “I feel like CSS is organizing against me. I can’t get it to work.”I glance at the front of the classroom, where Professor Villanueva taps away at her own computer. She said we weren’t supposed to help each other with this assignment. It’s a test of our initial capabilities. But then I look back at Kaley, who clasps her hands under her chin and flutters her eyelashes. God, she can’t be twenty yet, can she? After my semesters at night school, I was able to start Tandon a little ahead of the usual freshmen, but Kaley seems so young.Something in my stomach twinges. I swallow, praying it’s not midafternoon sickness. Thankfully, the rush of saliva that always precedes my attacks doesn’t appear. This twinge is more like what I imagine the baby kicking will feel like. When it can do that. Almost like the not-quite-baby inside me is telling me I should help out another at least r
EleniI fidget with the waistband of the leggings Dante packed in the bag for me to change into before entering the prison and wish they hadn’t taken my ring. Apparently, the whole “no metal allowed” thing isn’t really negotiable. A burly woman stands on the opposite side of the table from me, one hand on her thick baton and the other on a walkie-talkie. I clear my throat.“Vanessa?”She quirks an eyebrow at me.“Hank sent me.” I feel ridiculous. All these code words…it’s like I’m in a kid’s movie, not a women’s prison upstate.Still, that makes Vanessa hit something on her walkie that dims the constant static pouring from it a second before the door buzzes loudly. I look up.Escorted by two more guards, chained wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle, Camila stumbles in through the heavy door. She’s barely recognizable. Her long, beautiful hair shines with grease in its loose bun at the back of her neck. The orange jumpsuit does the opposite of her endless whites and pastels, turning her a
DanteI lean against the wall of the elevator chugging up the building to where Eleni waits and look at myself in the shiny black reflection. My suit nearly disappears, but my face sticks out like a sore thumb. If elevator reflections can be believed, I look pale and tired. In its defense, I feel pale and tired. It’s Friday, and I’ve barely seen El all week except to pack her off to the women’s prison to talk to a psychopath who kidnapped her. Even worse, I’ve spent almost the whole week at Piacere.Just thinking about my once-beautiful club hurts. My shoes and the bottoms of my pants are gray from tramping through ash, trying to find anything in the wreckage worth salvaging. Somebody located the door to the basement, which is mostly untouched, on Wednesday, so we’ve been in and out of there constantly. I’ve got a metric fuck-ton of booze and nowhere to sell it. The stage, the lights, the bars, all gone in one blaze. Two people fucking died. Going out to Piacere every day is a nightma
EleniDante stares down at me, his black eyes burning. A laugh bubbles in my chest. Camila is dead. She can never touch either of us or the baby again.“Did I ask you to kill her?” he says quietly.If I didn’t know him well enough to recognize the lilt of play in his voice even when he’s pretending to be exactly the mafia boss I met so long ago, I’d be frightened. Instead, I smile.“Did you ask me to go to the bathroom this morning?”He grabs my chin hard. “It seems I’ve been a bit lax in your training, pet. You’re acting out.”“I’m protecting this family.” I run my tongue over the tip of his thumb. “When you couldn’t.”He knows I don’t believe that, but I watch doubt flicker in his eyes for a second. His grip loosens.“Green?” I whisper.“Are you just trying to rile me up?” he replies.I nod. “I love you.”“I love you too.” He kisses the top of my head. “Green.”His hold on me tightens again as he snaps back into his persona. “I am more than happy to remind you what happens when you
Eleni“Thank you,” Mikey, one of Dante’s older capos, says in his gravelly voice. “I know Dante’s been pulling things together for a couple weeks now, but it didn’t feel right starting things up again without toasting the kid.”I swallow against a lump in my throat and glance at one of the pictures of Seb hung in the room. “I know what you mean. And thank you for your help out here.”He raises a glass. “Hey, I’ll take the credit, but most of it belongs to my Adrianna.”His wife, a slightly tidier version of the mafia wives I’ve grown used to in Staten Island, smiles. “Don’t let Mikey trick you. He strong-armed the owner into letting us have the place on such short notice.”I raise an eyebrow. The quiet event space over the bridge in Partridge is perfect, close enough to the city to get back if something happens but far enough that we all agreed the Russians wouldn’t try to crash. That said, I’m not sure I want someone strong-armed into it.“Adri!” He laughs. “I promised to coach softb
TonyComing here was a fucking mistake.Seeing Chloe did everything to me that I was trying to avoid. It just left me even more confused than before. We haven’t spent more than an hour together, and I still managed to screw it up.Being with her felt natural as if this was the only place I could be. Whenever I’m with her, holding her in my arms and feeling her close to me, everything just seems to go away. Every concern, every fear, every bad thought I ever had… I finally feel at peace.That’s the sort of effect she has on me. But I was not expecting her confession. Hearing her say she loves me and not being able to say it back shattered my heart in ways I can't explain. The look on her face will haunt me forever. It seems to have become a pattern lately. I can't seem to be able to stop hurting and disappointing her. I know what she expects from me, but unfortunately, I can't give it to her.It's clear to me that I have fallen for her, harder than I could ever have expected. It's a f
Chloe"What do you mean?" he asks with a frown. "You can't do what anymore?""I can't do this push and pull anymore. I…." I choke on my words, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.So, with pain in my chest, I get up from his lap and start gathering my clothes from the floor and putting them back on. I feel his eyes on me the entire time, but he doesn't say anything. He probably realizes there is no way we can escape this conversation anymore.Tony silently picks his boxers and pants up from the floor and puts them on, and for a whole minute, we're both mute, neither of us daring to continue the conversation.Once we're dressed, I look at him, finding him staring at me from the same spot on the couch."I am tired of not knowing what this is," I finally clarify, gesturing between us. When Tony doesn't answer, I add, "Maybe you shouldn't have come here after all."I don't mean it, but I’m mad at him for always being quiet when I need him to say something, anything at all, to ease my mi
ChloeMy arms voluntarily look for support around his neck. His hands on my waist tighten their grip, my skin burning up with the contact. Our tongues move together in a hungry dance, exploring each other's mouth as if this is the first time.I missed him so much; I can't even put into words what I'm feeling as he guides me backward toward the living room. This is not how I imagined, or even wanted, to reunite with him, but pulling away from him right now might break the spell he’s under and make him regret coming here in the first place.That’s why I follow his lead, making sure to hold him and never let go.Once we get close to the couch, instead of tossing me on my back and climbing over me, Tony turns us and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him, immediately feeling his hard cock against my thigh, which ignites something within me that feels primarial and animalistic.My entire body is sensitive right now–any small contact of our skin entices me from head to toe. My c
TonyI can't force myself to answer Chloe. I've been struggling to keep a stoic facade ever since she arrived here. I knew bringing her back was a mistake from the moment Armando suggested it to me, but he was right when he said I couldn't ask what she knew over the phone. Despite spending hundreds of thousands of dollars every year to keep the inner communication of the Saints untraceable, I still don't trust that someone might not be able to hack into our phones and listen to what Chloe had to say.In the end, she didn't give me much information, but it seemed enough for Cal and my men to start digging. Anything that will help me get closer to Mateo at this point is already a win.A part of me also wanted to see her, to make sure she was alright, to make sure she was taking care of herself while being away from me. But the moment she crossed that door, the moment her sweet scent hit me, I knew I made a mistake. I couldn't look at her, otherwise I wouldn't trust myself enough not to
ChloeA faded commotion downstairs wakes me up, my mind taking a few seconds to adjust and understand where I am. It's been a few days since we moved to Vermont, but I still haven't gotten used to this place, or this bed, for that matter. The safehouse isn’t uncomfortable at all, nor inconvenient, but no matter how hard I try, nothing makes me feel the same way I feel at Tony's house back in Staten Island. Which should also be considered my house now too, if he hadn't sent me here.I ponder going back to sleep, deciding whatever’s going on downstairs is probably irrelevant. My mother must be giving orders to Tony's soldiers for groceries or something like that. Since she can't go out by herself, she’d rather ask them to do the chores for her.But when I hear a familiar, deep voice, I get to my feet immediately. What is Armando doing here? Tony sent several men to watch us, but his second shouldn’t be here, not when they’re likely facing a war back in New York.Tiptoeing out of the ro
TonyIt's been a couple of days since I sent Chloe, Ellie, and Nicky to Vermont along with several of my men. I knew she'd be pissed at me the moment I told her the news, but it didn't go the way I planned. It was way worse.I wasn't expecting her to be so concerned about me, wanting to check on my wound, and then blaming herself for what had happened. I was really mad at her for doing so, but mostly, I was mad at myself for not having the situation controlled. When I got into this to protect her, I expected Mateo to act faster. His silence lately was bothering me immensely, and when I got caught off guard at the deli's, I was fucking furious for being so stupid and unprepared.Chloe got to me at such a vulnerable moment, and I wasn't planning on being harsh or even rude to her. But that's how it ended up being.The look of disappointment and sadness that crossed her face when I told her I was sending her to Vermont will never leave my nightmares. I hated myself for it, but deep down
ChloeMy eyes are full of tears a few hours later, while I'm on a flight to Vermont on Tony's private jet with both my mother and Ellie beside me. The other seats are occupied with the soldiers Tony assigned to guard us while we're at the hideout. There are five men with us on this plane, but the others will be meeting us there eventually.I have no idea how large the tactical force that Tony has set up to be in charge of us in Vermont is, but I hope most of the Saints stay in New York–especially Staten Island–to protect him. I hate that he made me leave like this. I hate it even more that we didn't get the time to talk through things. I didn't want to leave him behind. I didn't want to run away. And even though I understand why he’s doing this, I just can't accept it.I knew Mateo was coming for me all along, but running away again wasn't an option. I have to protect Ellie though, and if Tony is sending us to a safehouse, he must not have everything under control like I thought he h
ChloeBrunch with Eleni and the other wives is funnier and more entertaining than I was expecting. When she texted me this morning to meet with her before she had to return to Greece, I figured she meant just the two of us–and maybe the kids–but it turned out she invited all the other wives, too.After the night I spent with Tony, I wanted to stay beside him when he woke up, but I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to see Eleni one last time. Who knew when we would see each other again? With a newborn, I doubt she will be coming back to the states anytime soon. It’s already surprising that she’s here just weeks after giving birth. I don't think she’ll try this again soon.That is why I got up, dressed Ellie and headed out of the house without talking to Tony. I made sure to leave him a note so he didn't freak out when he didn't see us, but other than that, I didn't say anything else. We still have things to solve and discuss, but life seems to be getting in the way a lot late
TonyChloe's sweet scent hits my nostrils before I even open my eyes. Having her sleep in my bed again feels like a dream. I stretch my hand to her side, hoping to find her and pull her into my arms, but all I find is emptiness, the sheets already cold from her absence.I snap my eyes open and sit up straight, looking around the room, looking for her. But she's nowhere in sight. She's not in the bathroom, either.Fear threatens to consume me before I pull myself together. There’s no way anything happened to her inside the house. I have my men stationed outside and I'd have woken up if anyone burst in. But it doesn't sit well with me that I can't hear or see her anywhere, so I jump out of bed and head for Ellie's room, hoping to find them there.But the place is also empty.My heart is beating rapidly against my chest as I move through the house searching for them. I let out a sigh of relief when I find a note written on an orange post-it saying they went out to meet with Eleni and so