Jonathan   I looked into her hazel eyes, they were bright and soft and filled with her love for me. I wanted to live in this moment forever, to have this woman who had seen all the hurt and still was choosing to love me. I didn't deserve it but for the moment I wanted to bask in its warmth. I wanted to capture it for the time when those hazel eyes would look at me with disdain and pain in them. And I knew they would, there was no changing the future because I had made sure of it. And even if I got a chance I wouldn't change it, not a thing, because I wanted her too much to change anything. “Do you think I can get rid of this anytime soon?” She asked as she held up her hand in a cast, her lips pursed in an adorable pout, making me dip down and kiss her softly. I shook my head. “No. You still have another two weeks before it comes off.”

Jonathan My blood was rushing through my veins like I have been injected with multiple doses of drugs. And, it was all because of the woman sitting beside me and where I was taking her. Although I was armed and Lachlan was too, I was still unsettled to have her here. I looked at her, her face was in profile and she was biting down on her lower lip. Her fingers were tightly clutching mine and I could feel her anxiety as if my own.“Mila…” She startled at my voice and looked at me with her anxious hazel eyes. I cupped her cheek and said, “I won’t let them hurt you.” I was repeating my promise and she nodded like every time. “Just trust me, okay?”She placed her hand on mine and replied, “I do.”“Know that whatever I will do and say is to protect you. And please, don’t show t

Jonathan   “Where is he?” I questioned as I walked up to Lachlan. I had decided that talking to him outside the house, away from ears inside would be best considering the subject. “And what the fuck happened to you?” I questioned when I noticed a gash above his forehead, half hidden by his hair. “It’s what I get when I try to save someone’s arse.” I frowned at him. He sighed. “Like you said, your father and Olezka were already planning. And yes the photo he sent had him coming for her. But not the Sicilian they wanted.” “Of course not. That old bastard doesn’t care a whim about his daughter, for him she was just a monetary chip.” I gritted out. “Yeah, but her left behind fiance seems very much interested even after knowing that she’s under your protection.” Lachlan said, making me pause and the expression on his face didn’t bod

Jonathan Rage still burned inside me and my chest ached for what she had been through. In the beginning her reluctance had made sense when she had fed me the story about her made up ex boyfriend who had abused her but now I understood her fear and the reason why she had been so afraid to give in to my demands. I wasn’t lying when I said that I will avenge her. I will. I will make those men pay for what they did to my little mouse.But right now I needed this. And I knew she needed this too after what she had to relive by telling me what had happened to her. Her father should be whipped and castrated before burned alive for what he had allowed to happen to his own daughter. I would die a hundred deaths before I would let any harm come to my daughter. The thought made me pause for a moment as I wondered what my daughter would look like. Will she have my eyes or Mila’s hazel one

Mila I hate it here, I thought to myself as I sat down on the sofa watching the stupid commercial on the tv.My perfect days had turned into nothing but something that I couldn’t endure anymore. I live in a picturesque house by the lake with a man that I love but I was not happy. I slept alone, if I could that was, and woke up alone without his strong arms or his tantalizing scent surrounding me. The breakfast and dinner were a sad affair with me and Sia sitting there and pushing our food around on the plate without any conversation to liven it as the fight between me and Jonathan was palpable in the air, and Sia knew not to ask about it.I hadn’t seen Jonathan much since that night three days ago and I was starting to think that he was purposely avoiding me, not that I was very keen to talk to him. But, damnit, I missed the fucking arsehole. He didn’t even give me a chance