The Price of Peace: Book 3 In The No More Regrets Series のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Crandon’s POVI sigh as I move quickly, carrying the last of the bags into the kitchen like nothing’s wrong. Tempest, her mother, and her sister Lorna are laughing, eating, enjoying themselves, and I’m doing everything I can not to ruin that.I make a beeline for the hallway bathroom.I closed and locked the door.I pull out my phone and called Detective Alex.He answers immediately. “This is Detective Alex. Mr. Morgan?”“Yeah,” I say under my breath. “We got another letter.”There’s a pause. “Another one?”“Yeah. This time it was left at my house. On top of my Instacart delivery.”“Did you touch anything besides the envelope?”“Yes. I just picked it up and opened it fully, enough to know it’s a letter from the pervert.”“Alright,” he says. “I’ll come pick it up.”I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “Can you give me a few hours? Tempest’s family just got here. She’s… she’s finally smiling again. I don’t want to mess that up.”He exhales. “Understood. Put it in a Ziploc bag. D

Explicit Scenes AheadMaya's POVThe second we stepped inside the cozy little cabin, I set the bag of Garrett popcorn on the kitchen counter. My skin was still warm and buzzing from the jacuzzi, but the real heat was the way Shane was staring at me like he was seconds away from throwing me on table and taking me right there.We barely made it to the master bedroom before his hands were everywhere. He pulled me into a deep kiss that quickly turned rushed and messy.“God, I need you,” he muttered against my mouth, already grinning. “Not just your body… though fuck, I really need that too.”I laughed into the kiss, tugging at his swim trunks. “Smooth talker. Now less talking, more stripping.”We fumbled out of our wet clothes like two horny ass teenagers, nearly tripping over each other. I realized that there is no rush and we have this entire place to ourselves.Shane pushed me back onto the bed with a playful growl and dropped between my thighs. The first long, slow lick up my pussy ma

Isla’s POV As my flight landed, because once again, I had to take a last-minute flight to Florida and then turn right back around and take another last-minute flight home, and I was already irritated.And of course, my mother-in-law, the former flight attendant, was not about to help me finesse a better flight.So yeah… Southwest it was.Whatever.At least I landed safely.That’s something.By the time I grabbed my things and caught an Uber, everything felt smooth again. No drama. No chaos. Just… done.As the Uber pulls up to my house though?That’s when the feeling hits.Because sitting in my driveway…Two black SUVs.I frown immediately.“…Who the fuck is this?”I step out slowly, eyes locked on those vehicles.And then I see him.My stomach drops.“How the fuck did he know I was coming home today?”Better question...Why is he at my house?And how the hell does he know Shane isn’t here?I suck my teeth softly, rolling my suitcase up to the door, trying to keep it together.The bac

Keisha’s POV Friday starts off like any other day, except my body is acting like it’s at war with me.Morning sickness is kicking my ass.I wasn’t like this with Mabel at all, so this right here? This feels personal. Every little movement got me feeling like I’m about to throw up. I’m surviving off water, a little ginger ale, even though I know I’m not supposed to be drinking it, and some bread. Crackers? Hell no. I’m not doing that dry, dusty shit.By the time I pull up to the office, I take a deep breath before getting out the car.“Alright, Keisha… get it together.”I grab my water and head inside.The moment I walk in, Jason’s coming through the doors.“Good morning, boss.”“Morning. How you doing?”“I’m great. You?”I give a small smile. “Can’t complain.”Then I tilt my head. “You going to the art exhibit next weekend?”He grins. “Of course. She’s my sister, after all.”I chuckle. “Right. Of course she is.”“Catch you later,” he says, heading off.I nod and make my way to my off

Maya’s POV I wake up thoroughly ravaged.And when I say thoroughly… I mean thoroughly.This man, Shane, was insatiable.He’s laid out on his stomach, snoring his fucking ass off like he just put in a full shift last night, and he did. I’m half spooning him with my head on his shoulder, one arm draped across his back, my knee resting on his thigh.I yawn.My phone starts ringing.I roll over, grab it, and see it’s Sienna.“...What’s up?” I mumble.“Girl, we're going shopping today for Keisha's courthouse wedding. Do you want me to pick you up a dress?”I squint. “It’s too early for this shit, Sienna. What time is it, anyway?”“Eight o’clock.”My eyes snap open. “You’re calling me on a Saturday at 8 a.m. about a damn dress? I have dresses. Just tell me what color.”She groans. “No, we need to be matching. You know like bridesmaid vibes.”I roll my eyes. “Pick whatever you think is nice. You know my size.”“But style is way better than mine, Maya,” she says. “I need you on FaceTime. I’