Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Julian's POVThe line was dead, but Silas's words kept ringing in my ears."A name I don't think either of you are ready to see."I stood up from the couch, my whole body feeling tight like a wire about to snap. Lauren was staring at the phone in my hand like it had bitten her."Julian, what did he mean by that?""I don't know." My voice came out harder than I meant it to. "But I'm about to find out."My own phone buzzed a second later. An email notification from Tommy, the subject line was blank, with just a file attached. I opened it right there, standing in the middle of the living room with the TV still blaring behind me.There were shipping records, dozens of pages of them. My eyes ran down the columns fast, names and dates and container numbers, until one line stopped me cold.A name I recognized. It was not Vivian's or Dante's.My old lawyer. The man who used to handle every dirty deal I didn't want his name attached to. He has been dead for two years now, or so I'd been told.

Vivian's POVI'd been waiting for Julian Cross to come find me for three weeks now, and the fucking arrogant bastard had finally taken the bait.I watched him on the monitor feed from the security room upstairs, watched him stride into the warehouse like he owned the damn thing, two of his men flanking him, guns drawn, their eyes sweeping every shadow like he actually thought he was in control. It was almost sweet. Almost."He's in position," Marco said beside me, his voice low."I can see that." I didn't look away from the screen. "Is the gas line ready?""Ready.""And the men on the east corridor?""In place, ma'am."I smiled. Julian thought this was his hunt. He thought he'd tracked me down through some clever trail of money transaction records his people had pieced together, that he was closing in on me the same way he'd closed in on everyone else who'd ever crossed him. What he didn't know.... what he couldn't know, because I'd made sure of it.... was that I'd let him find this w

Julian’s POV The gunfire started before I even saw Marco move. One second he was smiling at me like I was already dead, and the next, chaos ripped through the room. My men–Tommy's backup, the ones I didn't even know were in position –came through the side entrance, and Marco's men scattered, screaming, shooting wildly. "Get down!" Silas shoved Lauren behind a stack of crates, his body covering hers. I was still tied to the damn chair, my wrists felt raw and I could feel blood pounding in my ears, and all I could do was watch. Vivian was there. I saw her for half a second, in the doorway behind Marco, her face twisted with anger and disbelief. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected me to have men she didn't know about. "Vivian!" I shouted, but my voice cracked from thirst and two days of not saying a word. She didn't even look at me. She grabbed Marco by the collar and screamed something I couldn't hear over the gunfire, and then they were running, the both of them, ducki

Silas's POVNobody notices the man who's supposed to be watching the building.That was the whole trick of it, really. During the run to pull Julian out of Vivian's first trap, Tommy had me watching the building, my eyes were wide open, making sure nobody snuck up on us from behind while Lauren and the others went in. I'd already looked over Vivian's other building two days before, back when I was supposed to be scouting the coastline hiding spot instead. Officially, that's exactly what I was doing. Unofficially, I was learning something else entirely, who came and went, when the guards changed, the gap in the fence nobody had fixed. A dying man makes good use of his time.So when the fighting at the fortress hit its loudest point, when every gun on our side and theirs was pointed at each other and nobody had a spare second to wonder where Silas had gotten to, I slipped away after I told Tommy over the radio I was checking the road behind us for more of Vivian's men. He grunted and f

Julian’s POV The cemetery was too quiet for a man like Silas who had never once in his life shut the fuck up.I stood at the edge of the open grave in a black suit that felt heavy on me, watching the crowd fill in around us. My own people up front, Tommy at the head of them, his jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. Behind them were faces I hadn't expected. The Martins family, old rivals I had been at war with for years over the shipping channels. Two men from the Reyes gang who I had personally put in the hospital eighteen months ago. Silas had built relationships across every side of this business, quiet ones, separate from mine, favors owed and debts settled that I was only now learning of. Men who hated me showed up anyway, because whatever Silas had been to them, it had earned this.That was the kind of man he had been. You could hate everything he stood for and still owe him enough to stand in the cold and watch him go into the ground.Lauren stood beside m