Nala. "Maybe I should just go and talk to him. He looked so broken up." i said to Alba still standing at the bottom of the stairway."No, let him lick his wounds first. Let him process the information first. Besides, don't you have your own personal issues you have to deal with?" She was right. But as much as I was mad at Jordan, I hated seeing him. Like that. He seemed so sad and broken up. Now that I had all my memories back, I knew how much he had been there for me and I wantes to be there for him too. But Alba was right I had my very own demons, that i needed deal with. The last time I had seen my sister Nova, I was six months pregnant, she had been so awful towards me. Part of me didn't want to even talk to her but some part of me also wanted to confront her for everything she had done to me. "Where is she?" i asked walking back to the sofa. "I really didn't want to talk to her. In the morning I was sure I wanted to talk to her,big so much had happened since then and now all

Jordan. “I'm not hungry.”“But you are stubborn,” I said to her, leaning in closer. “You are eating. Choose something, or I will choose for you.”She glared but acquiesced. “Fine. I will have the mushroom ravioli.”“Ravioli it is,” the waiter said, giving me a look and taking our menus.Once the clothes had been paid for, Lucia had dressed in the black backless dress, and we had headed to a small Italian restaurant for dinner.“I can’t show my face at Nordstrom again. You know that, right?” she said annoyed “No one saw your face,” I said, winking, as I picked up a piece of bread and dipped it into a bowl of olive oil.“You make me so mad!”I chewed on the bread. “They have the best olive oil. You know, it’s made from their own olives from their groves in Tuscany.”She took a piece of bread and violently dipped it before biting off a chunk, then sat back and gave me a look. “Did you wash your hands?I laughed so hard I nearly choked, and the patrons at the tables around us turned to

Jordan. I wanted to stay with her. And hold her.The startling need had crackled through my chest.So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study staring out of the window almost in a daze. Mybreathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the afterglow pleasure and heat. What thefuck just happened?I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what had just happened.For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel.It was the closest thing to a Nala cle I had ever experienced in years.What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?She was just a dumb broad. Dumb enough to get entangled with a fool like Salvatore and a monster like me. But from the first moment I had laid eyes on her, something inside of me had stirred to life. And I had wanted to see what it was.Now, I knew. Now I fucking knew.I had to

Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th

Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett