MasukHe came toward me in long, heavy strides.A sharp thud—my back slammed against the wall.His hand closed around my throat.Hard."You're leaving again!"His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human."You're leaving me again!""Where are you going this time?"Pinned to the wall by his grip, I looked into his eyes.They were so red they looked like they might bleed.My face was reflected in his pupils.The way he looked at me—it wasn't the way you look at a living person.It was the way you look at a dream that could shatter at any second."Let me tell you something, Ivy."His voice was shaking.His entire body was shaking."Even if all that's left of you is a handful of ashes --""Those ashes belong in MY urn."The moment those words left his mouth, he kissed me.Brutal, unreasonable, laced with madness and desperation.He kissed me until I couldn't breathe.My tears finally fell.In the gaps between his lips, the taste of blood and tears mixed together.Three years of silence, three
It happened on my way home from a night shift.On the Eastport Harbor Bridge, a truck from the opposite lane lost control and smashed through the median barrier.My car was pushed off the bridge.Into the freezing river below.The instant the airbag deployed, a single image flashed through my mind.Dante, sitting on the hospital bed, saying, "You being Ivy is enough."Then everything went dark.When I opened my eyes again, I learned that a fisherman passing by had pulled me out of the water downstream.He'd taken me to a small-town clinic upriver.Concussion. Contusions everywhere. Two cracked ribs.I spent nearly three months lying in that clinic.The first thing I did after recovering was find Noah.Noah had put on weight since the last time I'd seen him.The moment he saw me, he froze for a full ten seconds.Then he cried.A twenty-three-year-old man, crouching on the ground, clinging to my legs, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe."Ivy... they all said you were dead...""Who s
I lost consciousness in the white light.When I came to, my head was splitting.I turned my neck slowly.Bandages wrapped my arms. Gauze pressed cold against my cheek. My left ear rang with a high, steady whine.I was alive.Dante. The thought of him hit me like a freight train, and I fought my way upright."Where's Dante?"The nurse flinched."Dr. Ashford, please lie back down.""Where is he?"Five minutes later, I was standing outside the ICU observation window.Dante was lying facedown on the hospital bed.His back was exposed.Massive burns.The entire surface was a horrifying landscape of charred black and angry red.In the last second before the blast, he'd used his back to shield me from the shockwave and the shrapnel.I pressed my hand against the glass.One layer of glass between us, and I couldn't reach him.The lead surgeon came over with the CT scans, his expression grim."The burn area is extensive. He needs debridement and skin grafting as soon as possible."I stood at th
The lights on the deck were dim.Dominic Mercer sat in an iron chair, holding the end of a chain.The other end was locked around Noah's neck.Noah was on his knees.His face was so swollen his features were barely recognizable.His lips were split open, crusted with dried blood.The moment he saw me, his mouth moved. No sound came out.But I read his lips."Go."Dominic's eyes lit up when he saw me.He stood, brushed off his suit, and smiled like a man who'd just won."Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. I was starting to think you weren't coming.""Well, here I am."He waved a hand behind him.Two of his men walked up carrying another length of chain."Tonight, right here on this deck, I'm going to break you like a dog.""Let your little brother watch his big sister on her knees, licking the bottom of my shoe."I didn't move.I let him come closer.He reached for my hair.The instant his fingers touched the strands, I unzipped my jacket.Three rows of explosives were strapped tight around my waist and ab
Three days later.Noah disappeared.I was searching everywhere when Dominic called."I have your brother.""I'm sending you the location.""If you call the police, I'll have his organs harvested."He hung up.My blood turned to ice.What do I do? What do I do?The location pin showed somewhere near the coast.If I went, I wouldn't be as lucky as last time.I thought of Dante.He wasn't just an enforcer anymore.In three years, he'd risen to become the new Don of the Blackwood family.He'd help me, wouldn't he?Well—he was about to get his wish. Watching me and Dominic tear each other apart.I let out a bitter laugh.I had no other options.He was all I had left.I stood outside the door of his VIP room, my mind churning.I walked in.Dante looked up.When he saw the look on my face, his hand paused over the documents he was flipping through.My eyes were rimmed red.But I wasn't crying.I walked to the edge of his hospital bed.And dropped to my knees.The sound of my kneecaps hitting
I didn't respond.The next day.Dominic didn't let it go.He pulled strings through Mercer Corporation's connections on the medical board and had me fired.The afternoon the news broke, I was packing up my office.My phone buzzed.A news alert."Blackwood Financial Group acquires Eastport General Hospital for 370 million dollars, effective immediately."I froze.Ten minutes later, Dante's consigliere knocked on my door."Dr. Ashford, the Don asked me to inform you that your surgical privileges have been temporarily suspended.""Your new position is the Don's personal assistant.""On call twenty-four hours a day."He handed me a new employment contract. The last line read—Salary: To be discussed.Contract duration: Indefinite.Direct supervisor: Dante Blackwood.I stood in my office holding the contract, not sure whether to laugh or scream.He'd bought an entire hospital just to make me fetch his tea?But I didn't have a choice.Dominic's blacklist was everywhere. If I left this hospit







