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JEROME’S POV SIX MONTHS LATER The boardroom of Parker Enterprises was quiet. It wasn’t the terrified silence of the past, where men held their breath afraid to wake the beast. It was a respectful silence. A focused silence. I stood at the head of the mahogany table; the same table Thomas had caressed like a lover, the same table where the coup had taken place. I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Los Angeles skyline. The smog had cleared. The city looked clean, sharp, and full of potential. “The quarterly figures are in, Mr. Parker,” Adrian said, breaking the silence. He was standing to my right, looking sharper than ever in a new suit. No longer just a bodyguard, he was now the Chief of Operations. “We’ve recovered eighty percent of the liquidity lost during the… restructuring.” Restructuring. That was the polite word for the week I burned my father’s empire to the ground. “And the charitable trust?” I asked, turning to face the board. The new board. You
Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Six
JEROME’S POV The distance between us was thirty feet. Thirty feet of snow-covered ground, stained with soot and ash. At one end stood Thomas Parker; the man who gave me life. At the other stood Ava; the woman who gave my life meaning and holding our newborn son. And in between them was the invisible line of a bullet’s trajectory. Thomas held the revolver steady. The barrel was black, a void against the white snow. It wasn’t pointed at me. It was pointed directly at the bundle in Ava’s arms. “Put it down, Jerome,” Thomas repeated, his voice pleasant, almost conversational. “Don’t make me damage the merchandise.” “He’s not merchandise,” I said, my voice vibrating in my chest. “He’s a child. He’s your grandson.” “He is a reset button,” Thomas corrected. He took a slow step forward, the snow crunching under his expensive Italian loafers. “You failed, Jerome. You let emotions corrupt the business. But him? He’s a blank slate. I can raise him. I can teach him the right way. No dist
Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Five
AVA MAXWELL’S POV The flashlight from Jerome’s phone was propped up on a dusty shelf of canning jars, casting long, shivering shadows against the earthen walls of the storm cellar. Above us, the roar of the fire was a dull, constant thunder. I could hear the beams of the cabin groaning as they warped under the heat, the heavy thump of debris falling onto the trapdoor that sealed us in. It felt like we were in a grave. But inside the grave, life was fighting to get out. “Jerome,” I gasped, the pain tearing through my lower back like a serrated knife. “It’s coming again! I can’t stop it!” Jerome was kneeling between my legs. He had stripped off his t-shirt and rolled it into a pillow for my head. His bare chest was streaked with soot and sweat, the bruises on his ribs dark and angry in the harsh light. He looked terrified. The man who could face down a boardroom of sharks, the man who could disarm a mercenary with a knife looked utterly, helplessly terrified. But his
Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Four
JEROME’S POV Ammo Count: 13 rounds. The math was simple. Three targets. Thirteen bullets. One pregnant wife. I was crouching behind the overturned oak table, the wood splintering as bullets thudded into it. The air in the cabin was thick with dust, smoke, and the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder. Pop. Pop. Two more shots from the yard. They were suppressing me, keeping my head down so they could flank. I risked a glance. The first man I’d shot was crawling through the snow, leaving a black trail of blood. The other two were moving. One to the left, toward the kitchen window. One to the right, toward the bedroom. They were splitting my attention. And standing in the center of the clearing, just out of effective pistol range, was Thomas. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his long wool coat, watching the destruction of his son’s life like it was an opera. I felt a vibration in the floorboards. A scream. It wasn’t a scream of fear. I knew Ava’s fear. Thi
Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Three
JEROME’S POV The fire crackled, spitting sparks against the iron grate. It was the only sound in the world. I stood in the center of the cabin’s main room, stripping off the orange jumpsuit. The fabric was stiff with sweat and grime, a second skin of shame I was desperate to shed. I kicked it into the corner, leaving me in just my boxers. The cold air hit my skin, biting at the bruises blooming across my ribs and the cuts on my knuckles. I didn't feel the cold. I felt the adrenaline vibrating in my marrow, a low-frequency hum that wouldn’t stop. “Jerome.” Ava’s voice was soft, coming from the doorway of the bedroom. I turned. She was holding a first aid kit we had found in the bathroom cabinet. In the firelight, she looked so beautiful. “Sit down,” she ordered gently. “Let me look at those ribs.” I wanted to argue. I wanted to patrol the perimeter again. I wanted to clean the gun. But looking at her eyes wide, dark, and filled with a terrifying amount of lov
Tangled Desires: Ex Husband Wants Me Back Chapter Eighty Two
AVA MAXWELL’S POV The city of Los Angeles blurred into a streak of neon lights and shadows outside the tinted windows of the SUV. We were moving fast—too fast for legal limits, but fast enough to outrun the sirens wailing in the distance behind us. I sat in the backseat, my body turned completely toward Jerome. My hands were roaming over him, frantic and possessive, checking for injuries. He was a mess. His orange jumpsuit was torn at the shoulder, stained with soot and sweat. His knuckles were split and bleeding. There was a darkening bruise on his cheekbone where the guard had slammed him, and he smelled of smoke and violence. But he was alive. He was here. “I’m okay, Ava,” he murmured, catching my hands to stop their frantic search. “I’m okay. Stop.” “You’re bleeding,” I whispered, staring at his hands. “It’s not my blood,” he said grimly. I shuddered, but I didn’t pull away. I gripped his hands tight, intertwining our fingers. The metal of his wedding band was co
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