LOGINKIRA’S POV
I followed him, my mind reeling. Born in prison? Was that even possible? He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me, his brows furrowed in what seemed like genuine confusion. Seriously? Was he really confused right now?“What do you mean, ‘born in prison’?” I asked in disbelief. Just when I was starting to warm up to him, he casually dropped this bombshell. Did Adrian hire all the inmates he met in jail?“Oh, that,” Ted said with a chuckle as if he’d just mentionKira’s POV“If we don’t get in and out of a drive-through right now, I am going to jump out of this window.” I turned to Adrian, whose eyes remained fixed on the road as he drove to this mysterious location.He simply reached over and pulled up my window. Soon the AC started blasting through the car at full force.I stared at him in disbelief.****“Get dressed. I’m taking you out,” he’d said this morning. When I’d asked where “out” was, he’d paused, then a slow smirk had formed across his face. “Let’s just say it’s a late wedding present. Come on… you’ll love it.”I remember smiling. I’d been excited. Emphasis on ‘had been’, because excitement was not part of the million emotions coursing through me right now.Things were finally going well. We’d just moved into the new house, and I’d assumed this was going to be fun… romantic, even.But after spending the last thirty minutes with Adrian driving in complete silence, being annoyingly vague about this so-called wedding present, and lit
Kira’s POVTwo months later.“This is dumb,” Gia grunted, struggling as she pulled the mandatory plastic covering over her clothes—Adrian’s rule for anyone coming within ten feet of me.“Try being me,” I muttered, brushing imaginary dust off the porcelain-white chair… also wrapped in plastic.Everything was wrapped in plastic.Everything.I’d grown so much in the last month it was ridiculous. My stomach now sat proudly in front of me, like the baby had finally decided to stop hiding. Meanwhile, Adrian had evolved from overprotective to full-blown psycho.“Dressed like a fucking weatherman just to get water,” Enzo grumbled, opening the fridge.“There’s also the option of death by thirst,” Adrian said flatly, not even looking up—his nose buried in yet another pregnancy book.“I blame Kira,” Romeo said lazily from one of the kitchen stools.I snapped my head toward him. “I’m dressed like an onion too. What did I do?”“You’re the one who got him hooked on those damn books. I haven’t smoke
Kira's povMy heart cracked open right there.Adrian Vasilios… thinks he’s not enough for…. ME?“Adrian—”He shook his head quickly, raising a hand.“No. Just… listen.”He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening before he spoke again.“My childhood…” He let out a hollow laugh. “I don’t even remember being a kid.”His gaze drifted.“I remember training. Punishment. I remember shooting my first target at six.” His voice stayed steady, but his hands clenched. “I remember getting whipped for missing the target.”My breath caught.“I remember my first kill.”Silence.“It was my tutor. Miss Ava.” His voice dropped. “Paulo made me kill her… for getting too attached.”My hand flew to my mouth.He looked down… then laughed under his breath, like it didn’t even sound real anymore.“I don’t remember much after that,” he continued, “but I remember her… She used to sneak me food. Water. When they’d lock me up for days without eating…” His voice hardened. “My father’s idea of ‘building a man.’”His voic
Kira’s POVI stirred slowly in my sleep, then my hand fumbled across the nightstand until I found my phone.4:07 PM.I blinked at the screen, confused.I’d slept for almost an entire day.Then again… after two days buried in dirt, bugs, and whatever the hell that bunker did to me, I guess my body needed it.Adrian’s men had dropped me off at the penthouse. Said the mansion wasn’t safe anymore.I didn’t argue.I barely remember the shower—just hot water burning my skin and the feeling of finally being clean before I passed out the second my head hit the pillow.I hadn’t seen Adrian since we left.And we had a lot to talk about.A lot.He lied.I mean, part of me had suspected it was either that or a miracle, but Enzo had literally confirmed it. Adrian lied about being sterile. The question was why. Why would he do that?Why keep lying… even after Jena left?Why risk everything between us?My stomach growled loudly, dragging me out of my thoughts.Right. Food.Three days without eating
Adrian's povI walked into the office without knocking.Killian straightened instantly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself—but the sweat at his temples gave him away.I almost smiled.Guess losing your company does that to a man.“Adrian,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”I didn’t answer. I walked over and dropped into his chair, leaning back like I owned the place.“Killian… I’d ask how you are,” I said lazily, crossing one leg over the other, “but I already know.”His jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”I studied him for a moment, then tilted my head.“You haven’t gotten the call yet, I assume.”His expression flickered… just for a second.“What are you on about, Vasilios?” he snapped. “Spit it out or get the fuck out of my office.”I smiled slowly, then propped my feet on his desk.“I like that attitude,” I said. “You’ll find it very useful in prison.”He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
Kira’s POVStrong hands shoved me… and I hit the ground hard.A scream tore out of me as gunshots exploded through the bunker, echoing off the walls. I curled in on myself, my hands over my head, my ears ringing.Then—Silence.It happened too fast.I forced my eyes open.In front of me, Romano stood frozen.. pale, swaying. Multiple holes riddled his chest. Bullet wounds. Dark red blood soaking across his shirt.“What—” The word clogged in my throat.As if in slow motion, his knees buckled. He crumpled to the floor.Iscreamed, my ears ringing as I scrambled toward him. There was blood everywhere—pooling beneath him, soaking into the concrete.Another body dropped somewhere behind me, but I couldn’t look away.“Why… why did you do that?” I choked out, my hands hovering over him, not knowing where to touch without hurting him more.Footsteps rushed toward us—Vittoria and Gia—but I barely registered them.“You saved me,” I whispered, my voice trembling.His lips twitched, almost a smile.
KIRAS POV“Yes!” Romeo said, slamming his glass down as he clapped in excitement. “—and I just happen to know about an underground fight at The Brac tonight. Very exclusive crowd.”Adrian didn’t even look up from his phone. “You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’m letting my wife go s
Kira’s POVBang.I pulled the trigger on Adrian’s Glock. A loud, deafening crack tore through the air as the bullets ripped into the man’s chest. He stumbled back, multiple wounds blooming across his body before he hit the ground with a heavy thud.It all happened so fast. Another man rushed from
KIRA’S POV“She lost the baby,” I whispered again, my body trembling. “Oh my God… I didn’… I didn’t mean to…” “Then stop acting like you did.” He spat, “You said it yourself, why the hell would you want to push her down and drag yourself down with her? That’s fucking stupid.” He scoffed, like he w
KIRA’S POVA week later.“You two need time apart,” Gia said as we headed toward the kitchen, but her words barely registered. My focus was locked on the folded note burning in my palm.I already knew who it was from. That wasn’t the problem.The problem was how it got there.A maid had brushed pas







