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The private jet touched down on the Kona runway just after noon, with the Hawaiian sun pouring through the plane’s windows. I stretched in my seat, the slit in my silk gown falling open just enough to make both Silver and Jax stare from their seats opposite me."God, I needed this," I purred, standing and letting my fur shawl slip further down my shoulder. "No work drama. No responsibilities. Just us."Silver was already on his feet, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. "Three days of absolute paradise, baby. I've got my beach cabin ready, champagne on ice, and nothing but enough time." He drawled and nuzzled my neck with kisses while I giggled.Jax's phone buzzed for the hundredth time since we landed. He took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples when he brought out his phone. Emilia's name flashed across the screen again. He ignored it, and shoved the phone back in his pocket."You gonna answer that?" Silver asked with a smirk, though his hand was already slidin

A phone buzzed loudly just as Silver's hand slid down my spine, his lips trailing kisses along my shoulder. We were lounging on the cabin's massive deck, a little hungover from last night’s debauchry. Two hunks. Mind blowing sex. Non-stop partying till dawn. A weekend in an elaborate cabin, in Hawaii. And high class chefs at our beck and call.The Hawaiian sun warmed my skin, while Jax mixed drinks at the outdoor bar. This was paradise. Absolute paradise.The phone kept buzzing, and we soon discovered it was Jax’s."Don't answer that," Silver murmured against my neck, his fingers already finding their way to my pussy.But Jax was already reaching for his phone, his expression shifting from relaxed to tense in seconds, as he stared at the screen. "Fuck!”My eyes flashed open, and Silver paused.He answered quickly “Are you being fucking serious?” Jax snapped at the caller.I sat up, pushing my sunglasses onto my head. "What's wrong?"Jax held up a finger, listening intently to whoeve

JAX ROMANOBy the time we landed in Paris, the tension had eased slightly. Silver had grudgingly apologized to me, something I knew he did because of Delilah.My brother and I have never seen eye to eye on certain things.And I had promised to make it up to both of them. We separated at the airport—Silver to his penthouse, he and Delilah took the same limo, it made me jealous and angry. And I took that anger home, where my wife was waiting.I pulled into my driveway just after 8pm, exhausted and still irritated about the ruined weekend. The house was dark except for a light in the living room. Emilia was probably waiting up to interrogate me about the "model scouting trip."I grabbed my bag from the trunk and headed inside, already preparing my lies. The door was unlocked, which was unusual. Emilia was always paranoid about security.The moment I stepped into the foyer, I froze.Two large suitcases sat by the front door. Expensive luggage. One was Emilia's—I recognized the designer la

She pushed past him, taking done the stairs hurriedly. Behind her, she heard Marcus barking into his radio: "Code Yellow, Code Yellow. Mrs. Romano is mobile and emotional. I repeat, emotional departure. All units, prepare to follow."The house staff scattered as she stormed through the foyer. Claire appeared from the kitchen, her face alarmed. "Mrs. Romano? What about dinner? The masseuse will be here in…""Cancel it. Cancel all of it." Emilia yanked open the front door."But you spent all afternoon…”"I SAID CANCEL IT!"She slammed the door behind her, practically running to her car. One of her cars, a black Mercedes, was parked in the circular drive way, keys already in the ignition because she'd been planning to drive it to tea with Gena, later. She threw herself into the driver's seat just as Marcus and two other bodyguards came running out of the house."Mrs. Romano, stop!" Marcus was sprinting towards her now. "Don't do this!"“Stay out of my way, Marcus. I mean it.” She starte

DELILAH AMOUR (First Person POV) I watched the whole thing unfold like I was sitting in the front row of the best show I'd ever seen. It was better than any reality TV drama. Designer-clad Emilia Romano had just lunged at Brianna like a loose, mad woman. This was entertainment. And I hoped Brianna would sue her for assault. Jax moved faster than I'd ever seen him move. His arms wrapped around Emilia's waist from behind, literally lifting her off her feet as Brianna scrambled backward, tripping over a light stand and going down in a tangle of clothing racks and photography setups. "Let me GO!" Emilia thrashed in his grip, still struggling to reach Brianna. "I want to RIP HER UGLY EXTENSIONS OUT!" "Emilia, STOP!" Jax's voice was strained with effort as he held his writhing wife. "Jesus Christ, stop!" I covered my mouth with my hands, only to press my lips together to keep from smiling too widely. Not yet. I had to maintain the shocked expression everyone else was wearing