All Chapters of The Price of Peace: Book 3 In The No More Regrets Series: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Welcome Brother

Maya’s POV As we finish up eating at this beautiful little quaint restaurant for breakfast just outside of Hammond, I sigh softly. This was an amazing time with him. Honestly… I didn’t want the night to end. “Are you ready, love?” Shane asks. I look at him and nod. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He stands and reaches for my hand. “Okay, so where are we going?” I sigh. “You’re taking me to my mom’s house.” “Oh,” he says casually. “Okay.” “My daughter’s there,” I explain. “She spent the night.” He nods and helps me stand. Of course, we walk out of the restaurant holding hands. When we get to his truck, he opens the door for me and gives me a quick kiss before I climb in. And honestly, I am so, so, so enamored with the attention and affection he gives me. I love this. When he gets into the driver’s seat, he leans over to make sure my seatbelt is buckled. It already was, but he checks it anyway… just so he can steal another kiss. I laugh. “You can’t stop kissing me, can

Fast Times With Kole

EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD Keisha’s POVTonight we finally did it. We put Mabel in her own room.One year and seven months old and already a tiny dictator, walking like she owns the place, smacking anything that moves, screaming the second she senses we’re breathing without her permission. Most nights sex is a stolen thirty seconds in the shower with the water drowning out my gasps, or if we’re both in the car picking her up from grandma's house in a frantic, clothes-half-on, panties to the side fumble in the backseat like desperate teenagers.Separate cars to work means those moments are rare as hell. So tonight? Tonight felt like oxygen after drowning for months.Kole’s hands were everywhere... rough and greedy, like he was relearning every inch of me. I was already shaking before he even got inside me. We started on our sides because it’s quieter, less bed shaking, less risk of the headboard tapping the wall and waking the boss baby. My top leg hooked over his leg, his chest pressed h

Another Case of The Mondays

Kole’s POVI woke up feeling… relaxed.That alone was rare these days.For the first time in what felt like forever, Keisha and I had actually had time to be together. Making love without rushing. No baby monitor screams, or anxiety every two seconds. Just us remembering that we were still husband and wife to be, not just two exhausted parents passing a baby back and forth.But it was Monday morning now.And Monday mornings meant reality.Our routine usually started with the soft little sounds of Mabel standing in the bassinet beside our bed, bouncing and laughing like she owned the place while staring down at us like tiny supervisors.Except last night we’d finally moved her into her own room.So instead of sweet baby giggles, the house filled with the dramatic cries of a very offended twenty three month old.“Dada! Mamaaa!”I sighed and rubbed my face, still half asleep.I reached over to Keisha’s side of the bed and felt nothing but cool sheets.Then I heard the toilet flush.A sec

Welcome To Kyro Machine Production

Keisha’s POVWhen I pulled up to the office that morning, I couldn’t help but smile.It was one of those rare beautiful Chicago mornings where the city actually felt calm instead of chaotic. The air was a balmy fifty-two degrees, warm enough to feel like spring was teasing its way in, but still cool enough that my jacket stayed on.And yes, the jacket had a hood.Chicago weather had trust issues, and so did I.I stepped out of the car and adjusted my cream two-piece suit, smoothing the front of the jacket over the multicolored blouse underneath. Kole had practically stopped breathing when I walked downstairs earlier.You look beyond gorgeous this morning.His words still made me smile.My curls were doing exactly what they were supposed to do today—curling perfectly, not frizzing out like they sometimes liked to do. My makeup was flawless, my heels were sharp, and for once I actually felt rested.I chuckled quietly to myself.Yesterday had been exactly what I needed.That sexual relea

Why Are We Still Talking

Shane’s POVAfter my… eventful weekend, I pulled up to my mom’s house to grab the kids.Eventful didn’t even begin to cover it.Maya had been on my mind the entire drive over, her laugh, the way she looked at me, the way she made me feel like I wasn’t just surviving my life… but actually living it for once.I shook my head as I walked up to the door and knocked.Before I could even think twice, the door swung open.“Shane, you gotta talk to your son.”I sighed immediately.“Mom… I’ve talked to him until I was blue in the face.”I stepped inside, running a hand over the back of my neck.“He’s thirteen. His hormones are everywhere. He’s got this little girlfriend who’s just as emotional as he is. This is just… crazy teenage stuff.”My mom crossed her arms, giving me that look.“I just don’t want to push him away,” I continued. “I want him to actually talk to me, not feel like he can’t.”She softened a little.“I know you’re dealing with a lot, Shane,” she said gently. “Your wife… the ho

I Guess It’s Over

Isla’s POVMy weekend?It was like any other weekend lately.Quiet.Too quiet.I didn’t do much of anything, but I cleaned out my closet a little, picked at some food here and there… and drank.A lot.No kids running around.No school pickups.No noise.Just silence… and wine.It should’ve felt peaceful.But it didn’t.Because the entire time, one thought kept replaying in the back of my mind.Shane is out there with her.At some casino. Laughing. Smiling. Living.With his mistress.And the crazy part?I didn’t even have to guess.My brother called and told me.I clenched my jaw just thinking about it again.Was I supposed to be okay with that?No.I wasn’t okay with it.We’re still married.That still means something… right?I exhaled sharply, shaking my head.Yeah… I cheated.I know I did.I know I hurt him.But I never—never—planned to leave him.Even when things got… complicated.Even when Marco came back into my life after multiple times trying to cut off the affair.Even when ol

Reflections of Madness

Shane’s POV I slam the bathroom door behind me harder than I need to.The sound echoes, sharp. Final.But it doesn’t do shit to calm what’s sitting in my chest.I brace my hands on the counter, head hanging low, breathing heavy like I just ran a damn mile instead of walking out of my own kitchen.She really said that shit.Said she's gonna take my kids away from me.My jaw tightens so hard it hurts.“Fuck…”It comes out low. Dangerous.Because that wasn’t just anger back there, that was war. She just didn’t realize it yet.Or maybe she did.Maybe that’s exactly what she wanted.I turn the faucet on, splash cold water on my face, dragging my hands down slow, trying to pull myself together. But all I see when I look up is my reflection, eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched, a man pushed too damn far.“I do everything…”I whisper it to myself like I need to hear it out loud.“I do everything for them.”Cook breakfast.Drive them to school.I comb hair.U do and check homework.I purchase and wa

Dummies For Agents

Crandon’s POV This week has been going by really, really good.Too good, actually.It’s Wednesday, and we haven’t heard a damn thing from the federal government. Not a call. Not an email. Not even a whisper.After that whole mess with Akeisha and Kole… I was expecting something. Pressure. Pushback. Something.But nothing?Yeah… that makes me uneasy.Because silence like that don’t usually mean peace.It means they’re plotting.Tempest is back in her own place full-time.Her townhouse.And yeah… I’ll admit it...I miss her being at my house.It’s not even just the cooking, though, yeah, I definitely miss that too, but it’s more than that.It’s her.Coming home and she’s already there… music low, something on the stove… the smell hitting me before I even take my shoes off.Us sitting on the couch after a long day, arguing about superheroes like it’s real life… or getting into some random documentary and laughing at the dumbest shit.The wine.The conversations.The quiet.The snuggles.

The Creeps

Crandon’s POVThe second she breaks…like really breaks…I feel something in my chest drop.Not just sympathy.Not just anger.Something deeper. Something protective.Because this isn’t fear from imagination, no, this shit is real.That man found her.And now he’s reminding her that she is what he wants.“This fucker…” I mutter under my breath, staring at those flowers like they personally offended me.Tempest can’t even speak. She’s just… shaking. Crying so hard it looks like it hurts.Nah.I’m not doing this from across the desk.I move in fast.Circle around, grab her chair, spin her towards me. My hands come up to her face without thinking, grounding her.“Hey… hey… look at me,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs under her eyes. “You’re okay. I got you.”I press a kiss to her forehead. Then her cheek.“You hear me? You’re not dealing with this shit alone.”Her breathing stutters, but she nods. Barely.“If you’re scared to go home,” I continue, voice steady even though I’m pissed as hell

An Annoyance

Maya’s POVHonestly, well?This week has been… smooth.Too damn smooth.Jason settling into the city, getting adjusted, getting excited, and it’s been nice to see. He deserves that. A fresh start. Something solid.So today, I’m playing tour guide.Showing him properties, letting him see what Chicago really has to offer.And thank God, thank God, his wife didn’t come.I roll my eyes just thinking about her.Too polished. Too delicate. Too… damn fake.She wouldn’t last ten minutes around me without clutching her pearls.So yeah, this is better.Just me and my brother.We pull up to the first property, and before I even put the car fully in park.I see it.That black SUV.My mood drops instantly.Jason notices.“What’s wrong, sis?”I keep my eyes forward for a second… then sigh.“…there is an unwanted guest here.”His brows pull together.And then it clicks for him.“…is that him?”I nod once.“Yeah.”His whole energy shifts.Jason opens his door immediately.“Oh, hell no...”“Jay, wait,

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