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Madeline's POVWhat do I do now? I have forgotten about my grandfather's house. I know that there are a lot of expensive paintings and antiques in that house, and I cannot allow my brother, father or Roman to get into that house. Many of those things in the house have a lot of sentimental value for me. I do not want to become a part of the Italian mafia, and I do not want anything to do with my grandfather's so-called Italian family. I realise that he has been training me without me realising what he was doing. I do not want my children to be in danger. I do not want them to grow up to be a Don and Donna in the Italian mafia. I do not want them to live a life of crime where you have to kill your enemies to stay on top. I hate it. However, I have a feeling that whoever killed my grandfather is very powerful and can find me anywhere. And if he finds me, he may find my children. How do I protect them? I cannot run away from this. "Maddie, are you okay? You look like you have seen a ghost

Third Person's POVLogan's men are all in his apartment. His guards are outside the complex. He does not want them to surround him and Maddie too much. He is afraid Maddie would run away again. He knows that she can disappear. He knows that her grandfather has trained her very well. She knows what to look for, and now that she remembers her training, he knows the chances of her escaping him again are very high. He is unaware of the children and that she cannot just escape. While they were talking, the children had slipped out of the apartment. Ensure that there is nobody close to them and is listening at the door. Logan's apartment is just opposite theirs. It is the only two apartments on the top floor of the building. They hear their mother shout at Logan, and they know she will storm out. They know their mother very well, so they quickly ran back to their apartment and went quickly into Connor's room, pretending to be busy. But now they know that their father is just across the hall

Logan's POVI go back into my apartment. My legs give in underneath me as I go and sit down on the couch. I still have the hair of my so-called daughter in my hand. I want a paternity test. I open my phone and stare at the photos. I know they are definitely Madeline's children. They are cute, and the boy does look like me. I love everything about them. Even if they're not mine, I will accept them because they're a part of Madeline. Antonio would have been so proud to be a great-grandfather. My father and grandfather are going to be very furious with me if they know that I had children and I did not even know about it. Where did you hide them from me? How many things did Madeline have to face by herself? Even when she came back, why didn't she tell me about them? I know she is worried about the children's safety, but now we will have to get married, and I cannot pretend that I don't know about the children. However, I did promise Carmen that I would not tell her mother that I know about

Third person's POVMadeline waits until Logan leaves. When she's sure everything is clear, she quickly goes outside with the children and straight into the car. She told the driver to stop in front of the door. She does not want anyone to see her children. She cannot allow anyone to see her children. She hates that she has to be so sneaky. However, on the way to her office, she tells the children that they need to get out of this town, as bad people are behind them. She does not tell them about their father, but the twins are worried. They don't want to leave their father behind. They know he is the only person who can protect their mother. They know that their mother is not running away only from her grandfather's enemies, but also that she is running away from Logan and her family. They understand that she is only trying to protect them, but they feel that the only protection that will help them now is the protection of their father. They know they will have to do something. They can

Logan’s POVThe sun barely climbed over the skyline, painting everything in gold. Too damn cheerful for the kind of morning I’m having. The car is quiet. Maddie sits beside me, posture rigid, arms wrapped protectively around both kids like I might pull a vanishing act and drive us straight off the grid. She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t trust anyone. If only she knew her daughter already snuck into my apartment last night, called me Daddy with the confidence of a seasoned spy, and nearly interrogated me on how babies are made. I don’t need coffee, I need divine intervention.I flick a glance in the rearview mirror. Carmen is sitting in the backseat, hair a little messy from rushing out the door, looking for all the world like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But every few seconds her eyes flick up to meet mine. Quick. Sharp. A silent signal: Don’t ruin this for me, Daddy. I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to laugh. Next to her, Connor is strapped in like he’s on a mission. L