Arianna: I frowned in confusion as the smell of blood filled my nostrils. My heart raced against my chest and though I wanted to get up, I couldn’t. I knew that getting up was going to hurt me more than I could afford. The sound of distinct footsteps could be heard, and I frowned when I heard the panicked voices outside the room. I looked at the door, then at my daughter as I got ready to attack if needed. I pulled out the IV from my hand, despite the doctor and nurse’s warnings. I wasn’t going to be allowing any restraints if I needed to move, and that was for fact going to be an issue for me and my child. My heart raced before my bedroom door was knocked. I frowned, however, instantly relaxed when I caught Yaroslav’s scent. He walked inside the room and I smiled at the man whose eyes met mine. “How are you feeling?” “There is blood on the floor behind you and I am pretty sure that it isn’t blood from yesterday’s attack.” I said, and he smiled. “Sharp eye, but then again,

Arianna: I watched as the room door opened and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips when I saw Dean walking inside. His eyes met mine and he sat on the edge of the bed beside me before taking my hand and kissing my knuckle. And though he didn’t say a word, I could tell that he was in pain or that something was bothering him, though whatever it was, I didn’t know. The man just seemed distant, and that was something that I could see. “You are upset,” I stated, and he raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled and squeezed his hand in assurance. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” “Let’s just say that it was a longer morning after I woke up.” He said, and I raised an eyebrow. His eyes avoided mine and it took me a second to realize that he just wanted me to drop the subject. I wasn’t going to push him when he didn’t want to tell me what he was on about, but I knew that with time, whatever it was, I was going to find out about it. “I see,” I said, and he looked down at my ha

Arianna: My bedroom door was knocked, taking me off guard as I caught Irina’s scent. I took a deep breath before calling, “come in.” She walked inside and smiled, and returning the favor, I smiled back at her. “Dean isn’t here, Irina.” I said, and she shook her head as she closed the door. “I actually came to see you,” she said, making me frown in confusion. “Do you mind if I sit?” “Not at all,” I said, nodding at the chair that was beside my bed. She looked down at my daughter and smiled before putting her finger in her small hand. Alina wrapped her hand around it almost instantly, and Irina smiled. “I wanted to apologize to you for what I did,” she said, taking me off guard. “I was rude, and I hurt you a lot. I know that I had no right to do so, and for that, I am sorry.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, shaking my head in question. She looked down at her lap for a second before looking at me. “I tried breaking you up with my brother and I know now that I shouldn’t

Lorenzo: “The child was born,” I said, glaring at Mariana whose eyes widened in surprise. “And against your fucked up judgement, your idiot of a son is the reason why the baby was born.” “He is your son as much as he is mine, and I didn’t know that he would end up getting into such a thing with her.” She said, and I rolled my eyes. “My son didn’t even know her until recently…” “He grew up with the family and the man who not only knew her, but loved her more than he would ever love his mate.” I said, stopping her. “Now, if you believed that hiding our son with our enemy was the best option when we could have taken the measure of sending him to Italy as I ordered, then you are going to…” “I was not going to send my son to live on his own without anyone training him. At least he grew up to be a strong man who would know how to fend for himself, and that is not…” I growled in warning, not wanting to hurt her physically. The woman and I had our silent oath that I wasn’t to harm her and

Dean: I watched as Anastasia sat on her bed as she saw us entering the room. In her defense, I knew that her situation was tough. Seeing a Capo dei Capi and his right hand in her room when she just woke up after the ambush that she pulled up. To see her sitting alone told me that she at least had guts. She looked down at her lap and I pulled a chair to sit, wanting to look a little ‘less’ intimidating. Viktor stayed by the door, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at her. His anger was visible in his eyes, and the fact that I knew that he was falling for her made this harder for me. “Am I going to die?” She asked, and I chuckled before pulling my gun out of its holster. I opened it and showed her the weapon, letting her know that it was empty. “Fortunately for you, we don’t hurt women. But you are going to have to answer my questions because my morals tend to drop when I am angered or lied to. My one promise to you is IF you cooperate, you fall under my safety, which