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Oksana felt as if her head was going to burst. She had decided that Darren was too important to her. He loved her and she loved him, that was enough. She could put everything behind her as long as she had him. But she also couldn't let her brothers down. Not after everything they'd done for her. Other than her grandmother, they were the only people who had protected her, adored and spoiled her. If she didn't kill the man who killed them, wasn't she being disloyal? They deserved better. She couldn't let that man go. She also didn't want to let Darren go. After her brothers, he was the only man who loved her. She knew finding someone like him again was impossible. So it came down to her making a choice between the two. Her brothers or the man she loved. She could have her revenge and leave. Disappear without a trace. Thanks to her background, she knew people who could erase any evidence of her existence in New York. No matter how much money Darren had, if she wanted to, she could make

Shaking his head, TC sidestepped them, going around the house to collect her hidden weapons. Oksana had to have been well-trained by her brothers. They must have told her to always be prepared for a fight and it wasn't a bad thing. Most women could benefit from that kind of advice. Especially those who lived in an unfavorable or abusive environment. He found a knife under one of the chairs, another gun in the kitchen, and two in the bedroom. The one in the closet caught his attention. A sniper rifle. She could have easily taken him out anytime. What was she waiting for? Assembling all of them, he went back to the living room and put them on the table then took the one in her hand. "I think that's right about it. Did I miss anything else?" He asked observing her and coming to the conclusion that he had. Stepping closer to her, TC stared into her eyes then leaned towards her and took out the pins in her hair. After taking the weapons belonging to the dead guys, he nodded. Only then did

Lisandra's heart skipped a beat just as realization dawned on her. She wasn't free. Those guards had known the police were on their way and they had left after getting rid of any evidence that could point to any of them being there. That was why the house was so clean. They'd scrubbed down every inch of it, probably getting rid of evidence like fingerprints and stray hairs. Son of a bitch, her benefactor had really called the police on her. But why? Their deal was to distract the Carters while she took her revenge. Had she had a change of mind? Damn that bitch to hell. Spinning around, she ran the other way, swearing she would rather die than go back to prison. When she got to the road, her legs quickened, hoping the police cars wouldn't catch up with her. The second they realized the house was empty, they would know she had escaped and start chasing her. As she speed walked, she tried to think of reasons why her benefactor had cast her aside. Had she done something to change her min

It was easy to picture them having a girls' day out together with Gwen and Thea. Gabby too. They would go to spas, have their hair and nails done, and do all the girly things she'd missed out on doing with her mother. Her mind conjured the perfect family gathering. With all her friends and family. Wouldn't that be something? "I felt the same way about Max. He looks so much like his father. I couldn't believe it" "Honestly I always feel proud whenever people tell me how much Gaby resembles me. It's so satisfying to know she at least takes after me and not her father" "She does. Down to the shape of your nose. She will break a lot of hearts when she grows up" "Hush, don't let Max hear that. He's embraced this Texan lifestyle. Next thing you know he's going to buy a shotgun to keep boys away from his daughter" Emilia had no doubt he would do that in a few years. The thought of him fighting with teenagers over his daughter excited her. She couldn't wait to see who would win. "I don

DARREN Even though he knew the streets of New York like the back of his hand, Darren felt lost. Every time he looked up, it took him a moment to remember where he was and why he was there. Sometimes he'd find himself in a place but not recall how he got there. If he'd listened to Preston and not rushed to fall in love, he wouldn't be in that situation. A few days after his mother's death, Nadia, no, Oksana had gone to him and confessed everything. She thought he needed to know who she was and why she'd approached him. As if knowing she was the one who got Lisandra out of prison would make him feel better. If he had known what she was going to say, he would have chosen not to listen. He would have decided to only know his Nadia and not the woman she claimed to be. He didn't want to believe she was capable of lying and killing. Or that she had family ties to a Russian criminal organization. He'd fallen in love with her because she was different from the women he'd known. Innocent, c