◇ KEL ◇
"Hi, babe. Morning. Get enough sleep?""No. Are you in his room?"
"Yeah. Why?" I held my phone against my ear, ignoring Miles' peeved tone on the other line. I glanced at the sleeping patient on the hospital bed. I had dimmed the lights. Maybe I could log some Zs before the doctor checked up on Enzo again. "Nicco okay?"
"Alive and kicking," Miles muttered. "Guards still up?"
"Alessio brought food an hour ago. The other guard left, just finished his shift. Tell Nicco to rest more. Don't overwork him."
Miles scoffed. "He'll live. Your patient's still asleep?" Now his tone sounded genuinely curious and derisive.
"Yeah. Didn't sleep much last night." I got up from the couch to look out the thick glass windows. The weather looked gloomier than my current thoughts. Hopefully Miles and Ricchar di
◇ KEL ◇"Kel, it's Nicco.""Hey." I pulled my phone away from my ear to stare at the unsaved number on my phone screen. Local area code. The familiar, husky voice assured me it was definitely Niccolo. "Where are you? You okay? How's your...""Relax. I'm fine.""You went to the ER or not?""Later. Miles said you're in the hospital with Lorenzio." Nicco paused and sounded genuinely concerned. "What's up with him?""Had to take him to the ER. He was concussed. Plus rib injuries.""Go back to New York. Lay low. Don't meet up with Ilya.""You used to talk to him all the time? Right? Why does he want to meet up again?""Don't know yet. Just don't talk to him again," Niccolo murmured. "Stay off social media. If Ilya finds you, and I hope he doesn't, don't believe anything he says.
◇ KEL ◇Killed? What did he mean? That he killed his faith in God? Or he actually killed someone? Nah. Not possible. This guy wasn't a killer by any means. I shifted on the chair to study his expression, narrowing my gaze at his still profile, waiting for him to say more. No. No way he meant it literally. Who on Earth would he even kill? Enzo was not the violent type. A passive-aggressive pacifist, more likely.When I first met him, I thought he looked like an athlete. Or a hard-nosed wealthy businessman who liked MMA and punching things in his spare time. His overall appearance looked that intimidating at first hello. The thick beard, his tailored suit, the bodyguard, and the wiser-than-his-years look in Enzo's eyes only added to his commanding presence.As I got to know him better months after that incident in Umbria, I gained a deeper understanding of the type of person he was. Once,
◆ MILES ◆ [ Lyon, France ] "Is Kel home now?" "Yeah." "Busy with trainings again? She's doing surgery rounds now. Right?" "Yeah. Her favorite department." I glanced at my cousin and reclined beside him, minding the concern in his husky voice. The lack of good lighting made it difficult to assess whether Ricchar looked as sleepy or bored as I was, but maybe he was just antsy. Like me. It was almost ten. We'd been stuck in the backseat of this rental SUV for the past three hours now, waiting for someone from the Interpol headquarters to call us for a meet-up. Our hotel rooms were on the 20th floor. In the front seat beside the driver, Niccolo looked busy with his laptop again. He must be tracking the newest shipments under Leandro Tomassini's name. And the ones under his aliases. If our hunches turned out right, they w
◆ MILES ◆ [ Nice, France ] "Been friends with Archambault a long time?" "A while," the short-haired man in the collared shirt replied. He gave me and Ricchar a grin that didn't narrow his pale green eyes. Or were they gray? Whatever. Who gives a shit. I only checked to see if he and Kel shared any other physical resemblance aside from their height, slim build, and dark hair. This rich businessman—slash firstborn son of a wealthier drug lord—also looked like a regular at the gym. He must be 6'4" at least. Taller than me, Nicco, and Ricchar. The guy's overall appearance somewhat intimidated me when I shook his hand earlier. Then we sat down with his wife and ordered some food. "You trust him with your life kind of friend?" Ricchar chuckled as he kept staring at our company of one. "Excuse me. Phone call." Niccolo got
◆ MILES◆Cousins?Did he mean my father and Mykaela's real dad? Related by blood?What the fuck's he talking about?"Are you kidding?""No. Ask Nicco." Magnus regarded me with a dead-eyed stare as he tilted his glass closer to his mouth. "His friend did some real digging when I paid them to find out what really went down, before Ilya and Stefano scrapped that port deal in Idstrom.""Where's that again?" Ricchar asked."In the Black Sea."Niccolo's friend? Another hacker? "What're you talking about? Cousins?" I scoffed as Ricchar sat still beside me.He was almost glaring at the other guy, his wine glass about to go empty. "Go on.""Ilya and Sofija— Pardon. I meant Mykaela..." Magnus muttered with a tight grin. For someone who grew up in another cou
◆ MILES ◆The entire universe must be having a laugh right now. Just having absolute fun playing the biggest practical joke on me. Weirdly appropriate explanation. I wasn't even the superstitious type. Nor was I religious. But after all the shit that got thrown my way, there couldn't be another explanation for all this. Someone or something —a supreme being, they would all say—had been messing with my life ever since my mother brought me into this world. This hateful, messy, disease-ridden world run by soulless power-drunk scumbags with too much influence and wealth at their disposal. In the grand scheme of things, I could just be lacking the foresight or m
◆ MILES ◆1 new messageFrom: Ricchar"Ignazio called to ask if I'll be there at his party tomorrow. Zio still ghosting you? My calls still can't get through"Today 01:29AMShit. He's asking again if I'd heard from Pappa. Meaning: my father's been MIA for about two days now. What the shit's he up to now?With a sigh, I curbed the painful urge to smash my useless phone onto the nightstand while the naked brunette on top of me kept stroking my hair like I was a baby she had to put to sleep.The girl wasn't totally naked under the covers, though. Her bra still covered her heaving chest—even after she'd screwed me twice. Maybe she was a tad insecure about her rack. Or maybe she just liked to keep them on during sex.I didn't really care—I just needed some distraction. A willing and very attractive distraction. Even though I doubted her at fir
◇ KEL ◇ [ New York ] "The new consultant's here. We're doing ward rounds all day. Please be here first thing. Dr. Z's been up our asses before I could even grab coffee." "Yeah. Okay." I held back a sigh as I stared at my long to-do list for today. It was my classmate on the other line, basically begging me to cover for her tomorrow and forget about my supposed last off-day for the month. "I'll be in before seven. Just gotta do laundry and get some sleep." "Yay! Really, thank you, Kel. See you tomorrow." "Yep. See ya." I hung up and placed my phone on the table before getting up from the dining chair. I stretched my back and limbs. All morning, the piles of laundry kept me busy while I updated my to-do list as best as I could on five hours of sleep. The dizziness eventually passed. Not to mention a dozen distracti