LOGIN“Are you out of your mind?” Carter said tightly. “I can’t just walk away from this.”“Then I suggest you put in a word with your superiors, claiming that there is nothing worth investigating about the Marcellos anymore,” he grated. “Oh, and one more thing.”“What?” he barked out. Shockingly, I wat
Layla “You stole all of the pictures?!” I shouted.I had no idea what to expect when Aldo told me that he had a plan to have my medical license reinstated. After he helped me get my bags sorted out from my returning back home, he dragged me to the office and bent down to the large safe that was s
What really caused my heart to skip several beats was when the pink tip of her tongue licked along her bottom lip. Something was stirring within the caverns of my chest. It caused a fiery heat to engulf my heart and lungs.I wanted this woman. I wanted her in a way that only a hidden part of myself
Ethan “I didn’t think you’d agree to meet with me,” I said.“Believe me, neither did I,” Stasia admitted plainly.The moment I found out that Layla had returned to the Marcellos, I asked Aldo for Stasia’s number. I reached out to her with the hopes that she would be willing to talk.As I suspected,
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said. “How are you, how was your long weekend?”“It was nice,” he said quietly. “Dad and I spent time together.”I gave him a smile and nodded. “That’s good.”“Are you better now?” he asked bluntly.I clenched my jaw, catching whatever immediate answer was trying to come out.
Layla The morning we were set to head back to New York, I repacked my bags and brought them downstairs. While Eva was busy wiping down on the counters in the kitchen, I noticed Stasia standing out on the back deck.She was leaning against the railing, overlooking the gorgeous ocean view. I instantl
AldoThe unceasing ache in my side was an ever-present reminder of how close I’d come to death. A reminder that, perhaps, I should have died—would have, without Layla’s influence.Now, returned and confined to my owner’s suite in the manor, the only thing keeping me sane was Layla’s presence.Night
AldoThe echo of gunfire ricocheted off the opulent walls of the Moretti estate, transforming the once-pristine mansion into a war zone. Smoke curled from the tips of shattered sconces, and the acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air. I crouched behind an overturned table, my jaw set and my gun poi
AldoThe first explosion shattered the early morning stillness before I’d even made it to my office with a cup of coffee.The boom shook the entire house like an earthquake, rattled the windows, sent the floor swaying under my feet. My aforementioned coffee tumbled from my hands and shattered to the
AldoThe silence of my office was suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the desk lamp and the rhythmic pacing of my polished shoes on the floor. Layla perched in the chair beside my desk, her arms wrapped around herself.Like she was holding herself together. Or perhaps shielding herself again







