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We sat at the table together, the fire burning in the hearth because Gerard had started it before he left. She had her dinner, a homemade margherita pizza with a salad and a side of bread from Chez Georges—my favorite bread.I didn’t have an appetite after that steak, so I drank the wine Gerard had brought.She was in my t-shirt and her panties, eating her dinner like nothing had happened during our lovemaking. That was her playbook, a step forward and then five back, but I let it go because as much as she wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, it did happen.But I let her have her way, played along with her game, didn’t give that arrogant smirk I was so desperate to show. There’d never been a woman I couldn’t have, and I usually had the opposite problem, where they wanted me and I wanted them to leave. This was new territory, and I treated it like a chess game, moving my pawns across the board as I protected my queen—and tried to take her king.I sat there in my sweatpants and answered

Chapter 5BastienEighteen Years AgoWinter had struck the City of Light, and snow covered the sidewalk and streets. I looked out the front window into the night, seeing the gleam of the snow on the opposite sidewalk. It was so cold I could see the frost in the corners.“What are you looking at?”I heard my brother’s voice from behind me but didn’t turn to look at him. “Snow.”“Snow.” It was a single word, but it was packed with incredulity. “You’re staring at the window so hard, I assumed there was a naked woman across the street.”“Get down here.” Father’s voice came from the parlor downstairs.“See you later, perv.”I turned to look at Godric, but I only saw his back as he stepped out of the room.Father’s voice called again. “Both of you.”I heard Godric’s steps halt on the landing instead of hurrying down the stairs. It took him a moment to continue and head to the first floor, where our father waited.I made my move a moment later, unsure what my father wanted from us at this ti

“They’re nobodies, Bastien. Inconsequential. Insignificant. Meaningless.”I wished I could remember her name, but it continued to elude me. We’d never spoken to each other. I wasn’t sure if we’d even had a class together. But I somehow recognized her face enough to notice it in a crowded room. “She’s not a nobody. I went to school with her. I remember the day she went missing because the entire school had an assembly, and her parents came to talk to us.”My father gave a sigh of irritation and then looked at my brother. “You remember her?”He shook his head. “I was in lycée at the time.”My father looked at me again. “Are you sure it’s her?”“Yes,” I said. “She recognized me. I could tell.”My father returned the papers to the folder before he dragged his hand across his jawline. “Now I understand why you’ve been so distracted.” He got to his feet. “Let’s fix that. Come on.” He left the warehouse and stepped into the night.I was quick behind him, hoping that my father would release h

I pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.Her eyes shifted to me, like she hadn’t expected another person, and once the flash of recognition came over her face, her eyes softened into the deepest look of emotion. New tears appeared on the surface of her eyes, my mother’s love for me breaking through the mask of sorrow.I’d turned my back on her the way I had with the rest of my family, even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. I just wanted a clean slate, to have no association with the Dupont family at all. But in that moment, I felt like shit about it because it was obvious she truly loved me. My father had viewed Godric and me as pack mules—but not her.She reached her hand across the table and grabbed mine. “My baby…” She squeezed my hand with both of hers as her bottom lip trembled. She did her best to defeat her emotions and remain strong in a room full of armed guards, but the sight of my face made her succumb to tears.“I’m sorry, Mom.” Sorry that my father was de

And shipments over land were far more likely to get confiscated than by sea.“So, what do we do?” Godric asked.The table was full of our partners, people who took our product and sold it through their own channels. Some of them produced their own products as well, but the partnership allowed us to piggyback off one another. They each had their specialties, connections in the Middle East or Eastern Europe, some in Indonesia. It was a global enterprise with its headquarters in the most romantic city on earth.Herbert was a fat man with a bad toupee and an expensive suit. “Kill him.”I smirked because I assumed it was a joke.But John, our personal accountant who washed the money and deposited the funds into our various accounts worldwide, seemed to think it was a serious suggestion. “Not a bad idea.”“We can threaten him first,” Tony said. “Send a message, and see if that changes his tune.”Godric shook his head. “I can tell he’s not that kind of man. Bribery and threats won’t work. So