MasukMELANIEThe air inside the federal correctional facility smelled like bleach and rust. The buzz of the heavy steel doors echoed behind me, three loud thuds that sealed me inside the visitor’s room. I sat down on the metal stool on my side of the thick glass partition. My left arm was out of the sling now, leaving only a faint, pale scar near my shoulder—a permanent reminder of the bullet my father had meant for the man I loved.Outside the facility, Gavin waited in the car. He had offered to come in with me, but I told him I needed to do this alone.An iron door on the opposite side of the glass opened, and my father walked in, flanked by two armed guards.The man who used to own ballrooms and command attention looked smaller in the orange jumpsuit. It was almost sad to see.His hair had gone almost completely gray and hung unstyled. The million-dollar practiced smile he always wore was gone, replaced by a permanent scowl. Handcuffs kept his wrists close to the waist chain, and th
MELANIETwo weeks had passed, but it still felt so raw, like everything happened yesterday.The memorial was held in a small private garden behind a chapel. There was no crowd, just the people who needed to be there. White chairs lined up with a wooden table at the front that held two framed photographs—one of Eva, smiling with her hand resting on her stomach, and one of Logan from years back, before anyone had called him Silvio. A single arrangement of white flowers stood between the frames.I sat near the middle with Gavin beside me, with my arms still in a sling. Derek sat in the front row with his girlfriend Gabby next to him. Reynold was on Derek’s other side. Surprisingly, they had become close.My mother and Vivian sat a few seats over, while Joe was here for Gavin. He stood at the edge of the group, with his hands in his pockets. A woman from the chapel opened the service.“We are here this afternoon to remember two lives that ended too soon,” she said, speaking solemnly. “E
MELANIEWhat did I just hear? Silvio is Gavin’s brother?I stared at him.“Your brother is dead,” I said slowly, pulling my brows together, trying to understand what just came out of his mouth. “You told me he was dead. You said it the day you cooked for me in your house. You looked me in the eye and said he was gone. So... how is Silvio your brother?”Gavin’s thumb stopped moving against my hand. He didn’t look surprised by the question; he just looked tired.“I thought he was,” he said quietly. “For years I believed it. Everyone did. He was supposedly killed by the same people he went to work for.” He let out a quiet, disbelieving breath as the reality settled in. “But he didn't die. They took him and made me believe he was dead. I built a whole life around the idea that my little brother was gone.”I waited, my heart beating too fast.“Then he wasn’t,” Gavin continued. “He turned up again under a different name. By the time I put the pieces together, he was already deep in that lif
MELANIEThe unmistakable hospital smell was the first thing that hit me, and then the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor sounded somewhere near my left ear. My arm throbbed with a dull ache, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the terrifying emptiness spreading through my chest.I opened my eyes.The hospital room was dimly lit, and sitting in the chair beside my bed, holding my hand with a look of exhaustion, was my mother.“Mom...” I whispered, my throat feeling like sandpaper.Her head snapped up, tears instantly welling in her eyes as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Melanie. Thank God. You’re awake.”Before I could ask her anything, the door opened, and Gavin walked in. His hair was messy, his jaw shadowed with days' worth of stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, like someone who hadn't slept in days.My mother looked between the two of us, seeing the intense, unsaid words hanging in the air. She offered me a small smile and squeezed my hand bef
MELANIEMy breathing turned ragged as I lay on the hospital bed with my arm wrapped in bandages.I was indeed lucky, as the doctor said, because the bullet had only grazed me, scraped deep enough to bleed and leave a long, angry wound, but it hadn’t lodged inside or whatever.But I didn't feel lucky. I felt sick to the stomach as I lay there waiting for news about Eva.I could still remember how fast everything went down. I still don't know what made me jump in front of Gavin. I don't know why I did it, but I just knew I had to. Because if I didn't, Gavin would have been dead by now.I saw the shock in my father's face when he pressed the trigger and realised it would hit me instead of Gavin, but I guessed it hadn’t been enough to stop his finger.“Fuck” I groaned softly, trying to sit up, but the pain shot through my arm and I sucked in a sharp breath.Where the hell was everyone? Why wasn't anyone around to answer my questions?The expression on Eva's face when the bullet hit her. T
GAVIN“Evelyn?”I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was going on? Evelyn was here, standing in the middle of the room, accusing Dalton of murder?The pounding in my chest almost made me dizzy. I walked the short distance to her and tapped her shoulder, my hand trembling slightly.“Evelyn?”She turned. The scowl on her face immediately turned into a huge smile.“Gavin.”I stared at her. My brain insisted this couldn’t be real, yet every detail—her eyes, the face, everything—was exactly as I remembered.I had heard the claims that she was alive. I had even started to believe them. But nothing had prepared me for the moment she would actually stand in front of me again.“You’re… you’re really here,” I said, my voice sounding strange.“I’ve been here for a long time,” she answered softly. “Watching and waiting.”“Why?” I frowned at her. “Why didn't you tell me? Why did you allow me to mourn you while you were alive?”Her face crumpled as she raised her hand to touch my arm, but I moved b
MELANIEMy legs went weak, and I almost fell to the ground. I quickly grabbed the edge of the couch to steady myself. Gavin had a fiancée? Like an actual woman, he planned to marry?And last night... last night I had begged him to fuck me. I came so hard on his cock while he filled me up, stupidly
MELANIE“Fuck!” Gavin swore under his breath. I sat up fast, the sheet slipping down to my waist, exposing my bare breasts. My heart pounded against my ribs as he put a finger to his lips, mouthing “Shh,” and answered the call on speaker.“Dalton,” Gavin said, voice still rough from fucking me.“H
MELANIEThe kiss wasn’t gentle or sweet. It was desperate. I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pressed my lips hard against his, pouring everything I had been hiding for years into it.Gavin froze. His hands came up to my shoulders like he wanted to push me away.“Melanie, shit… st
MELANIEGavin had me pinned against the cold locker room wall, his big, calloused hand shoved up under my pink skirt, thick fingers shifting my panties, spreading my soaked folds.“Fuck, you’re dripping for me, Mel,” he growled in that deep, sexy voice, his light stubble scraping my neck as he thru







