로그인I served three years in federal prison for the Don's precious Sophia, and then he suddenly fell for me. The day he came to pick me up, he had a sapphire necklace ready, the kind I'd begged him for once and never got. I dropped it onto the back seat without a second glance. His expression darkened. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't take it out on things." I smiled. "Three years inside taught me never to keep anything valuable on me. It would only bring trouble." He swallowed hard and pulled me close. "That's over now. You have me. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you." I pushed him back. "Then give me my wedding ring." I'd told him once: if the day ever came that I was leaving, I'd take that ring with me. Three years had been more than enough to kill whatever love I had left.
더 보기After the divorce, everything just got easier. I was myself again, clear-eyed and steady and alive.I'm the wind. No mountain stays in the wind's way for long, and if one does, you go over it.The world was bright and wide, except for one irritating smudge: Victor.I still didn't know what came over him. We were divorced and he refused to let it end there. He chased me across the East Coast, all of it and publicly, like an old sticker that wouldn't peel off, stubborn and irritating and impossible to shake.He called constantly. I blocked him. He started writing letters instead, one after another without stopping. I collected a pile and burned them all. Every holiday, he'd send something thoughtful and extravagant through a middleman. I returned every package.The worst was our old anniversary.He'd bought what seemed like every lily in New York and had them laid out in front of my house, a whole field of them. I finally lost patience, went outside, and confronted him.He was standing t
Victor spun around, fast enough that I could hear the crack of his neck turning.He stared at me, wide-eyed and completely still. He didn't even blink, as if afraid I'd disappear again if he did.A sound caught in his throat, rough, like something dislodging. Then, after a long moment, he finally got a word out."Delora..."I squared my shoulders, pushed my hair back, and kept my voice level. "First. Put down your gun."Victor threw his gun to the floor and kicked it aside without hesitation."Do you have the divorce papers on you?""I do," he answered, almost automatically."Take them out."He reached into his breast pocket with a slightly unsteady hand."Good." I nodded once. "Now sign them."Something clicked back on in his eyes. He went rigid. "No." He shook his head hard. "No. Delora, I was wrong. I know it. Please, give me another chance." He gripped the papers like they were the only thing keeping him upright and looked at me with everything he had left."There are no more chanc
Carlos arranged to meet Victor at the club. I waited in the back room.Victor practically burst through the door."Victor, I've determined who was really behind the—""Skip it." Victor was already scanning the room, breathing hard. "Where's Delora?"Carlos blinked, then tapped the folder on the table. "I'm going to make sure Sophia answers for what she did—""Fine, fine, do whatever you want. I don't care." Victor cut him off again, turning in a slow circle. "Where is she? Tell Delora to come out.""I don't know where she is.""Bull. You saw her. You have to have seen her." Victor's voice spiked and he slammed a hand down on the folder. "You had three years and couldn't find a thing on your own. This information came from Delora. I know it did. Get her out here. I want to see her."I nearly sighed out loud in the back room.Victor was sharp enough to hold the seat he held, most of the time. Even now, he saw right through the scheme in two seconds flat. Yet when it came to Sophia, he'd
My father clapped me on the shoulder. "I had my doubts about you."I was busy cutting into a perfectly marbled ribeye and didn't slow down."But looking at that appetite," he said, "I'm not worried anymore." He smiled. "You're actually done with Victor."I dabbed my mouth with a napkin. "All I want now is to enjoy my life. The happier the better." I shrugged. "Love's not the only way to get there."My father refilled my wine glass. "Victor's been looking for you. He still won't sign the papers." His voice dropped. "Do you want me to handle it?"I took a sip of red wine. "No. This started with me. I'll finish it." I glanced at my watch. "I have someone to meet. I'm heading out."I kissed my father's cheek and went to meet the person I'd been thinking about.At a private club under the Moretti family's umbrella, I found Carlos Reyes. He was in a white dress shirt, collar open, the clean line of his throat leading down to a chest that looked like it was made out of granite.Not bad.Carlo












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