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Bly moves suddenly and grabs a gun from a holster attached to his belt, pointing it at Massimo's head, and all the blood drains from my body.In that moment, I realize I could lose my entire world in the blink of an eye. My brother and the man I love. If Bly killed Massimo, his men would soon shoot him dead, leaving me with nothing but emptiness.I've never seen my brother defeated so easily in combat, but Bly is some kind of martial arts expert or something. He danced around my brother as if he was totally inexperienced, but Massimo has always been a good fighter. Blood runs down my brother's face, as I'm pretty sure Bly broke his nose."Blaine, please don't," I plead.Massimo may try to force me to marry someone I could never love when I've fallen hard for someone else, but I'd never want him dead. I love my brother, despite everything.Bly looks at me with a madness that scares me as I approach him. "He's my brother. I can't lose him."He bares his teeth like an animal. "The son of

Sitting at the front of the main hall, I wait patiently for her to appear. Graduation ceremonies are normally a drag I try to get out of, but for the first time I don't feel like clawing my eyes out.After all, I'm the only support she has here for this day. Despite sending invites to her family as an olive branch, none of them have showed up, not even Mia, her sister. I suspect that Massimo didn't extend the invitation to her, and that's why she's not here."Excuse me, sorry. Sorry." I glance up to see Mia pushing through to the seat next to me, followed by a reluctant looking Killian. "Blaine, I haven't missed her, have I?""Quiet," someone shouts as she drops into the seat next to me and Killian takes the one on the other side of her."Oh shut it," she shouts back.I smile, thankful that she made it for Azira's sake. Even though she hasn't voiced it to me, I know it hurts that her family has cut her off."She's not been up yet."Mia sighs in relief. "Thank fuck for that. Traffic wa

One year later...Blaine stands at the helm of the boat, navigating the sea as if he was born for this. The change I've seen in him in the past year has been immense as he opened up to me little by little, letting go of all that hurt and anger that he harbored toward himself.When he finally told me about what he'd done before Oak found him, I can't deny that I was freaked out. He's a murderer—one that got away with it—but I know that's not what defines him. His past further back haunts him and he still won't talk about his life in Russia before he emigrated to Toronto with his brother.I swallow hard as I place a hand on my swelling stomach. We're expecting twins in the fall, less than four months away. When I told Blaine I was pregnant, I think his brain misfired in shock. After all, we'd only just decided to start trying that month and it happened instantly.And then when we had the first scan, and the lady told us it was twins, he almost ran out of the room. I could see the panic

When a harmless prank spirals out of control and infuriates her parents more than she ever thought possible, Eva Carmichael must adjust to her new life in the elite Syndicate Academy, while also going toe-to-toe with the principal who hates her.—The Syndicate or Swiss Academy, to the outside world is an elite school for the children of the rich. But inside, it's an Academy intent to straighten (discipline) the spoilt, hot-headed heirs of the leading Mafia families in the world.Eva Carmichael this time has bitten more than she can chew. When a harmless photo prank threatens to upheave her family's stellar image in the public eye, no one is happy with her. As a consequence, she's scheppled to the Syndicate Academy to be disciplined amidst her senior year.Eva hates the Academy. But Principal Oakley Byrne even more. He disarms her without even trying, and she can't help but tug at his strings, despite his cold treatment towards her. She wants him whole, but Oakley is broken long befor

Five years later…“I swear that isn’t me,” I say, standing in front of my father, who is holding a photo of someone who looks remarkably like me kissing the high school janitor. “Someone must have photoshopped it.”For a start, I don’t think I’ve ever even spoken to the high school janitor in my life. As I stare at the photo, the sight of him churns my stomach. Not that I’m vain, but he’s certainly not a man I’d be attracted to, weighing probably a hundred pounds more than he should and less hair on his head than I have on my legs.Second, I’ve never kissed a boy in my life, let alone some random, balding, middle-aged man. It’s hard to believe they think that’s me.“Eva Carmichael. You almost brought utter ruin on our family,” my mother chides, shaking her head in the corner. “Don’t think we’re stupid enough to believe that isn’t you.” She steps forward and glares at me with her hard, stony expression. “How long has it been going on?”I stare at my mother, dumbfounded, wondering if sh