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I wondered why they had that map. “Were they looking for us? Why?” Ivan asked while he emptied his daughter’s backpack which only had two storybooks, a water bottle and lots of candies. Whereas Teddy’s backpack contained his favourite blanket, a teddy bear he called Kiko, a storybook that I once read for him and a sealed envelope with what looked like a card. “Do you want to open it?” Ivan asked for my permission to open it for me. I shook my head and tore the envelope myself.

“Who is this?” “Ivan,” I said simply. “We need to talk.” There was a beat of silence, then he scoffed, “Is this a prank call? Who the fuck is Ivan?” “I don’t have the time for silly jokes, Luca.” “Of course, why the hell wouldn’t I?” “Okay, Ivan, what do you want?” He asked in a flat tone. “Camila.” Luca let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Sure. And I want a yacht. Try again.”

Kira gives me a look that tells me that she doesn't want to go but she understands that I have to talk with Ivan. Kat takes her inside and I watch as their figures recede into the guest house. “Did you look into what I asked you to?” I ask once they're out of earshot. Ivan gives me a sharp nod, his expression unreadable as he leans against the vehicle beside me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “I did,” he says, fetching a box of cigarettes from his jacket. He takes one out before handing me the pack. I take the pack, sliding one cigarette from the box and offering the butt for him to light.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot

Until I found out about him from a friend of mine. "Father, are you listening to me? Why are you looking so dumb? Who are you looking at?" Ivan said to me, my schoolmate and friend. We are currently sitting inside the canteen, to eat our lunch. But all of a sudden, my attention was caught by the woman who was eating alone from the other table and everyone seemed to be avoiding her.

What the Hell did Tanya confess to me? This woman was just as crazy as they come. How naive can she be? "You don't think he ever loved you?" Eve hissed. "Fuck you!" Tanya turned the gun to Eve. Eve responded with a maniacal cackle. "He never loved you! You were his way into getting to Ivy!" Eve said, "He never cared about you! Clearly! I can't believe he let you stick around and cling to him like a pathetic child!"

The car pulled into the parking space of the huge mall, and Ivan raised his head, as soon as the chauffeur alighted and scurried to open the door for him. “What is your shoe size, Skylar?” Ivan turned to her, and he watched her run out of breath because of his question. “Sir?” Her eyes grew impossibly wide, nearly popping out of their sockets as she turned to look at him to be sure she had heard rightly. “Would you like me to repeat myself?” Ivan cocked a brow at her and she swallowed hard. His face was deadpan and serious. “Size 4 UK,” she rushed her answer, still oblivious to why he was asking her such a question.

I watched Ivan stutter as he rubbed his beautiful forehead with his thumb and forefinger. He looked so tense and he was intentionally refusing to meet my eyes. I really wanted him to look at me. I needed answers to what was going on. "About an hour ago I think." Ivan finally answered. "Oh, honey! How do you feel?" The old woman's attention was back on me. I looked at her and my eyes were met with beautiful blue eyes that were so identical to the ones Ivan had. Hers were just wiser and full of motherly love and I wanted to drown in their gentleness.

“If I have what you need, does it really matter why I’m here?” Ivan’s fingers tapped the side of his glass, a slow rhythm that matched the beat of the music. He studied her, his gaze searching for any sign of deception. “You’re playing it close, I’ll give you that,” he admitted. “But you still haven’t told me what you want.”

Beta Ivan knocks on my front door just after 9pm to check on me, and he tells me Manzitti will call me soon. “Ivan, would you come in for a few minutes so I can ask you some questions about Manzitti and about mate bonds please?” I note how uncomfortable he looks but he agrees, and I make him a hot drink and a sandwich for his trouble. “How many mates has Manzitti had?” I blurt out before covering my mouth but Ivan has a twinkle in his eye as he laughs.