Micah
Her heels click on the hardwood floor as I lead her into our elevator and push her lightly against a nearby wall. “It looks like my new husband is feeling needy right now.” She whispers as she wraps her arms around my neck and connects her lips to mine. “You don’t know the half of it, Mrs. St. Clair.”
Sophia giggles as my arms wrap around her waist and run my fingers over her beautiful silk wedding dress. Sophia and I opted to have a small wedding ceremony too. But unlike Jade and Gideon, we got married in a small fieldhouse near the Central Park Carousel. There was no question about it being there, considering how much Sophia loves the place. All of our friends came and our parents. The girls were Sophia’s bridesmaids and dressed in various out
EpilogueMicah Life has been great with Sophia. I never thought I’d be happier than we are now. It has been nearly a year since we got married. So much has happened with the Confradia and my friends. The one thorn in my side is that even though I promised myself that I would kill Willem— the bastard is still alive. To the other men and my consternation, Willem became quite the font of information for the Confradia. We were able to find some of our most wanted and stall a worldwide massacre because of him. Which is to say that we’re not aware that he has an underlying agenda. The Confradia has placed the bastard in a very top secret place where no one can reach him. We’ve tried to find h
Micah I pat Tate in the back as my mother sits anxiously for the door to open. Ms. Smith, the social worker, gives her a reassuring smile and looks down the empty hallway of the state home’s foster care section. Sophia sits next to my mother and pats her hand. “I’m so excited for you and dad, Chelsea. You’re going to change a kid’s life.” I nod my head. If only Chelsea and Tate knew how much they are going to change this girl’s life. April is the little girl that I saved from the farm. I knew the moment that mom and Tate told us about wanting to adopt a child that April would fit right it. From the moment I met the little girl, I had this strange sense that I’d meet her again. Not j
Sophia I pose in front of the mirror and admire my wedding dress. After putting my best friends through the bridal shop gauntlet, I found the gown of my dreams. Tears gather in my eyes as happiness bursts in my heart. I’m finally with the man that I love. My best friends, Sage and Maleah, lounge on the couch behind me and raise their glasses of wine. “That’s the one. Micah is going to be psyched when he sees you in it.” I turn to my friends and smile. “I can’t wait for him to see me in it.” Maleah pushes her dark hair b
Micah Cutting someone’s throat is not as easy as it looks. Your blade needs to be honed to a dangerously sharp level, and you need a steady hand. I don’t usually use this tool to kill my marks, but in this situation, I feel that it’s apropos because the man I’m going to kill is the scum of the earth. Edward Hansen III owns a farm in a rural area near Scarsdale’s town in Westchester County, New York. It just so happens that my mother lives a mere six miles away. Too close for comfort, considering that instead of horses in the man’s barn, he uses children for his own sexual deprivation. The Confradia received a tip from one of Hansen’s disgruntled mistresses regarding the farm days ago. The woman assumed it was drugs, but it was something more sinister to the Confradia’s disgust.&
Sophia Darren slams the front door hard and throws our bags carelessly on the shiny wooden floors. “Be careful with those bags, Darren. Chelsea will kill me if you scratch the floor.” Darren chuckles and kicks the bag with irreverent disregard. “It’s a stupid bag. The floors will be fine.” Gritting my teeth, I squat down and gently place the bag against the wall. “Cut the crap, Darren, before I regret bringing you home with me.” Darren shakes his shaggy hair and moves past the foyer to enter the living room. Spring break started this week at school. And to my delight, my father and his wife are on a month-long European trip. When dad told me that he and Chelsea were going on a tour, I jumped at the chance to housesit. To my regret, Darren, my boyfriend, came along. I mean, I don’t mind having him around, but I worry that he’ll dest
Micah Stepping out of the now-silent house, I make my way to my vehicle. It didn’t take long to eliminate my marks. As soon as the children were gone, I headed straight to the heating and air system. No one realizes how easy it is to kill so many people without breaking a sweat. After turning some switches and changing a couple of cables, I diverted Carbon Monoxide to flow inside the house. The men were so distracted by their drinking and drugs that they barely noticed the gas taking effect. Once again, I have to consider the arrogance of Mr. Hansen, who made every room soundproof and bulletproof. He had them closed very tightly. All I had to do was block the exits, and voila, no one escaped the gas. I stood there for hours and waited until the gas took effect. At least twenty men were at the party; I watche
Sophia It took a bit of convincing to get Darren from filing charges against Micah. I felt so bad when I saw the dark bruises on his neck. Micah, on the other hand, did not seem the least bit remorseful. He simply narrowed his eyes in Darren’s direction as if daring him to do something. Thankfully, Darren was reasonable enough to understand that Micah was just protecting me like a big brother would. A bitter taste settles in my mouth at the thought of Micah being my brother, albeit a stepbrother, considering how unsisterly I feel toward him. I can’t believe that he saw me naked. A part of me takes great satisfaction in the fact that he caught me frolicking around the pool. And the bonus was that Darren was there. The rage in his eyes at the sight of Darren was intoxicating. Not to mention the look on h
Micah I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I’ve felt with Sophia. And I haven’t even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn’t taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It’s just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia’s flame. And as someone fighting his feelings, it’s very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in. Pulling into my apartment building’s underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the bla