LOGINNora’s POVI was not fully asleep when Jeremy returned home. I heard his footsteps halt at my doorstep. I felt a sense of relief knowing that he was no longer at the club. I had looked around for him upon hearing the gunshot but he was nowhere to be found. Laurel urged us to return home.I could barely sleep and when I did, I slept till 8am and ended up missing my gym appointment.I dragged myself out of bed and did my meditation.While I meditated, it dawned on me that I have not been to the office since the whole incident with Jeremy at the cottage happened. My eyes sparked open at the thought of that.That was the first time I made the headlines and it did not turn out well.Due to the scandal, everybody at the office is now aware that Jeremy and I are step siblings. I still believe the scandal was a set up and whoever did it is out for my and Jeremy’s downfall.After meditating, I packed my mat and went ahead to take a shower.The fog from the hot water blurred the mirror. I wiped
Jeremy’s POVBy the time the sun had started to touch the sky, we had enough threads to follow. Salerno’s encryption fingerprint had been used, but not from his office. From a council subnet that only a handful of people accessed. “I’ll take it up from here. You can all go home.” They yawned as if they hadn’t slept in three days.“Alone?” Don Sullivan said.“Yes.” I paused for a while to look at him. “If I need any help from the council, I’ll call for a meeting.” “Where is Salerno?” I picked up my phone as soon as I saw the call from my men who went to find him.”“Boss, there is an issue.” “Speak!” I commanded.“Salerno’s entire family has been murdered, but...”“But what?!” I cut in sharply.“Salerno is missing. We can’t find his body anywhere. Also, a car is missing from his garage and the gate was wide open when we got here.”“Salerno, that bastard.” I smirked.“Follow the tire tracks.”“Alright boss.” He said, I ended the call.I looked at Denver and shook my head.“Salerno is
JEREMYI left the VIP room in all hopes that Nora would listen to me and go home because I was not sure how the meeting with the Venom clan was going to end.“Venom clan’s in the east wing,” Denver said, falling into step beside me. His tone had changed—low, alert, all business now. “They came in armed, Jeremy. They said they wanted to talk, but you and I both know what that means.”“I know,” I said flatly. “Let’s hear them out before I decide who dies first.”I didn’t let the word ‘armed’ change my pace. Threats were part of the job. Betrayals were the part that never got any easier. “Then let them speak,” I said. “We’ll see what kind of courage they brought with their mouths.”We turned down the hallway that led to the private back lounge—a place built for discreet deals, far from the music and chaos of the main club. Two of my men flanked the door, guns visible under their jackets. They stepped aside as I pushed the door open.The Venom clan was already there. Five of them, dressed
NORAJeremy snapped my fingers and the bouncers moved like trained dogs. The VIP booth emptied faster than I expected, people who had been laughing a second ago now scrambled out, eyes lowered, heels clacking.Denver stayed behind, rubbing his jaw like he had a headache. He was trying to be useful, but Jeremy told him to leave too, not in a disrespectful way. I didn’t move. I sat there like a portrait, one leg crossed over the other.“You want something,” I said. “Want something? Why the fuck are you at a club?” He furiously said.I scrunched my nose. “The same reason you are here… To have fun.” Anger lingered in his eyes. I still sat there like the main character and watched his face burn red with anger.I didn’t plan on going to the club. Laurel is the club person but she coerced me into going because she wanted to ‘cheer me up.’ But, I knew it was because she had a huge crush on one of the bartenders. She spoke about him anytime she got the chance she got to.I never knew the cl
JEREMYI paced back and forth in my study. I could not get the image of Nora in that red dress out of my head.And the email? She sounded like she didn't need me anymore.My laptop chimed. I ran to it thinking it was Nora.My anxiety changed to dissapointment on seeing Denver’s text. “Remember the meeting by 10am.”“Cancel the meeting. I don't owe them anymore. I only decided to marry Madison, not because they suggested it but because it was the best decision for the council. I am their capo and they should learn to respect that.” I typed furiously and hit the send button.“Club by 10pm tonight.” I added.I clenched my jaw. Of course. Work. The one thing that never let me breathe.“Cancel the meeting,” I typed sharply. “I don’t owe them anything. I agreed to marry Madison because it was best for the council, not because they suggested it. I’m their capo—they should remember that.”I hit send and leaned back, exhaling. My reflection on the dark laptop screen looked like a stranger. Ey
NORAZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. A call from Laurel got me out of bed.“Laurel, it’s 5:34 a.m.” My voice was hoarse, thick with sleep.“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Girl, what did I see on your I*******m? You looked stunning in that red dress.” Her voice was way too bubbly for that hour.I rubbed my eyes, squinting at the dim light slipping through my curtains. “You woke me up to talk about a dress?”“Yes, ma’am! Because that was not just any dress. That was a statement. You were giving the main character soft revenge.”Laurel always had that bright energy. “You’re ridiculous.” I couldn’t help but smile.“And you love me,” she said, laughing. “Come on, spill. What happened last night? I saw Jeremy in one of the background clips.” I sighed, leaning against my headboard. “It was his engagement dinner, after all”There was silence. “And…?”“And nothing,” I said softly. “I walked in, he looked... shocked, I guess. Everyone went quiet for a second. Then dinner went on.”Laurel hummed dramatically. “Mmmmm
Jeremy’s POVMy grip tightened around the whiskey glass. “Don’t lecture me, Denver. I’ve protected Nora this far, haven’t I?”“Protected?” Denver scoffed. “She’s a prisoner in her own room. That’s not protection, Jeremy, that’s confinement. And the moment she finds out you’re considering marrying Ma
Nora's POV“Marry her? What is going on? Who is getting married?” I paced in my room after eavesdropping on Jeremy and Denver.I eventually slept off.I woke up very early the next day to speak to Jeremy. But, I overheard the cooks discussing how he drove out immediately at sunrise.“Pfft. Just whe
Jeremy’s POVAccording to the mafia rule number three, “Once a mafia leader steps down, he can never reclaim the position if he is seventy years or older, even in the event of his successor’s death. In such a case, leadership must pass either to another blood relative or to the council’s appointed
Nora's POVJeremy won't tell me anything and it frustrated the hell out of me. I didn't just want to have knowledge of what was going on with him, I also wanted to share his troubles. It all just feels so surreal. Just a few days ago, I was not interested in hearing his name or having anything to do







