All Chapters of Unintended Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Anya’s POVSlamming the door to my room and tossing off my heels, letting them go flying across the carpeted floor, I couldn’t stop thinking about that ride back from Hampton Tower. Gideon escorted me out as if I was an undesirable package to be delivered, smiling sweetly, his hand on my elbow. "Mr. Hampton is in a closed meeting, Miss Beckett. I’ll make sure he knows you stopped by." Yeah, sure. Closed meeting, my ass. I wasn't that dumb to know he didn't want to see me. I stomped around my room in frustration, my toes digging into the plushness of the carpeting. Liam hadn’t even bothered answering my calls or texts since Nina went missing. Not once. I reached for my cell phone and started scrolling through our past conversation threads where he would respond instantly. Now? Not a peep from him as he hunted down that no-good girl.I had to do something. I needed to bring the focus back to myself before he brought her home as if she was some rescued treasure. I picked up my cell an

My phone rang on my desk after precisely four hours. There were no further instructions to the private investigator’s message. Coordinates. A club name. “Raven Clan. Jonathan Dean. VIP entrance only. I almost died getting this.”I responded immediately, "Well done. You'll get your balance.”I donned my coat and left before Gideon could speak. My ride took me directly to the club without stopping, lights flashing past me in a blur. My grip was tight on the steering wheel, jaw clenched in frustration. Nina had been missing for too long. Every passing moment weighed heavily upon my chest.The club lay hidden behind a steel door in the industrial area. There were no flashy signs, nor was there any line outside. Only two men who looked like brick walls stood in front of a lone light. I turned off my car and got out. One of the two stepped forward, his eyes cold.“Name.”“Liam Hampton.”He glanced at his cell phone and nodded once. The second guy did a pat down and took my cell phone and we

Liam's POV Harlan spread the papers in front of him as a dangerous poker hand. Photographs, arrest reports, accounting records, surveillance snapshots, all of them. I told my people to organize this perfectly for me. Harlan reached for the first piece, bringing it an inch away from Kaiden’s face.“See this? Marco ‘The Butcher’ Ruiz. You still owe him forty grand for that screw-up of yours from last year. He’s been looking for you. One little word from us, and you find yourself in gen-pop. What do you think he does with those who don’t pay their debts?”Kaiden’s Adam’s apple worked, but he gave his famous sneer. “You’re bluffing.”Harlan gave him a smile of his own and turned the page. “Armed robbery in Miami. Illegal firearms possession in Chicago. Intent to distribute enough to keep you locked up for twenty years. These guys? I think you’ll recognize them. Your Albanian partners from that warehouse business, they have a bullet with your name on it. The Mexicans whose cousin you scre

Liam's POV We headed to the next address without wasting time. Jersey City. Agents climbed the fence silently, waiting until the last moment before acting. “FBI! Put your hands up!” Doors blew open, and Jonathan’s men began to scatter in panic. There were a couple of shots fired, and the agents answered with precision. “Drop your weapons!” They grabbed one skinny guy with a scar on his face who tried to pull out a gun from his pants. “Where is Dean?” The man remained silent until they showed him pictures from the other raids.Following that was the safe house in Brighton Beach. Agents raided the place in the early hours of two in the morning. Flashbangs turned everything inside into a blaze of bright light. The distributor made his way toward the toilet to wash away any trace of the evidence. Before he could even reach it, two agents tackled him hard against the wall. “Not today.”Four in the morning saw more raids take place. Trucks parked on I-95 were raided; drivers were pulled ou

Nina’s POV The hospital waiting room seemed to consume me whole.Three days after they rolled Liam past those two doors. Three days of sitting on this plastic chair that had taken on the form of my grief. My ankle hurt underneath the cast, a constant reminder of the layers of pain that existed.The cup of coffee that I held in my hands was cold from hours ago. I didn't even know how long it had been since I had eaten anything."Nina."Frida's voice shattered the haze. She knelt down in front of me, her hands enveloping mine. "You have to sleep. Sleep. Not this...""I can't leave him.""The nurses told me he was stable. The surgery went well. Didn't you hear what the doctor said—""He said that he may never wake up." The words felt like shards cutting through my throat. "He said the bullet was near his spine. He said there could be brain damage from the loss of blood. He said—""Stop." Frida squeezed my fingers until I looked at her. "Liam Hampton is too stubborn to die. You know that