DUANTE'S POV Anger burned through my veins when I saw one of the foes pointing his gun at my wife. I pulled out the gun from my holster and pointed at him. I could see her shivering. I turned my gaze to the target and pulled the trigger twice. The first pierced through his scalp and the second cut the rope he was holding for his dear life. Anger shimmered through my skin. Dread clung to her face. Her eyes shut and she fell to the ground. I reached for her and bent down. I took her in the ring of my arms and ran my hand and gazed at her back. She was fine, just unconscious. I stifled my anger and let out a slow breath. The door opened behind us, "Aakash, call the doctor." I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Yes, boss." He said. I scooped her up and strode out of the room to my suite. "Situation is under control," Willam said. Drake was assigned something important. I nodded. My gaze was sweeping around. I caught
Dread shimmered in my big eyes as I woke up with a jerk. I gasped when I saw him sitting on the single couch like a king. Our gaze locked. My eyes blinked as they needed to shut. My gaze traveled down. His sleeves were methodically folded up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, tanned and strong arms. I felt at his mercy. I drifted my gaze around. He didn't speak a word or walked over to me. I wasn't certain about his memory store. Quickly, I jumped out of the bed and hurried to the door. He did not try to stop me. I looked back at him confused. He flashed an Innocent smile, totally opposite from his personality. I didn't know what to say to him. "Considering to run away, wife?" He cocked his head and glanced at me. His smirk didn't waver. "I'm not your wife." I never said it. My throat is clogged. It hurt so much. "I never submitted them." He said. I blinked. I took a step ahead, "What do you mean?" I snorted. "You're my wife.
We were back in New York, "Why New York?" I asked, turning to him. "Mini and Rose were missing home." He said. I was still upset with them. I wasn't going to talk to them. I shook my head. I didn't want to contemplate them. I smiled at being home after months. Duante did not remember anything. Which I was doubting now. There must be a reason behind it. He must have wanted to catch the stalker at any cost. It could have been related to him. I have to play my part too. I'm his wife. I'm not leaving him alone in anything. S**t! I will punish him for sure doing that to me. The driver pulled over the car. Duante stepped out first and he held the door for me and extended his hand. I ignored his hand and slithered ahead to the door. He blocked my way, "You love to do this." He taunted. "I haven't forgotten you forced me to sign without my will and then you didn't ask me before bringing me home." I snapped. He arched his brow, "You were ea
I got up hearing his robotic voice. I smiled and curved onto my back. I felt uncomfortable. Gradually, I opened my eyes. Confusion engulfed me. Why was the roof seeming so low? Why were the walls covered with white clothes? I rubbed my eyes and stared around me. All I could see was the same white cloth covering me from all sides. "I want the blueprint ready before last evening." Duante! I heard him say, "Fix the meeting with engineers." Another order. Oh! No! He's attending his meeting. Why didn't I notice it? He would kill me? No! Not kill. He'll beat me in a way that won't hurt the baby but me. A shiver slithered down my spine. "Tom, I want you to inspect the site again and I need more details on marketing." Duante said. Only his voice was booming in the room. Tom. He always sits on the right or left chair next to the head chair. I crawled on my knees and hands. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was frightened of getting caught. My hand w
DUANTE'S POV Heat infused my blood, though the temperature was cool. The regret, remorse, anger, fury, love, pain, I'm feeling a lot of things. I barely held myself back when he hit my wife. Before killing my prey I was practicing with my men. It was merely an excuse to escape from my guilt. My knuckles are bruised hitting them, I broke jaws, bones even had shot that bas*** Enzo. The anger wasn't ready to leave me. I had killed one of Cristiano's trusted men. That brought him here. "Cristiano's plane has landed." Rocky said, slipping his phone in his pocket. I nodded, "Zhang," I murmured. He stepped forward from under the shadow. She called him by the right name - Assassin. He blended in the dark easily. "Should I slaughter them all?" He asked, gazing at the troop of six men, loading drugs in the truck. We were sitting in the wooden area of my warehouse where medicines were restored after preparation in the factory. They weren't supposed
EVELEEN'S POV I stared at the door and he didn't come yet. I shouldn't bother about him. I haven't seen him since yesterday. Strange, his trusted men are guarding the house. He must have taken my threat seriously. Good! He should. "Where are they?" I asked. I was missing them. Tom was busy with his laptop, "Mini and Rose?" He looked at me over the laptop. I nodded, "I'm just asking. You must be missing your wife." "That's mean. You don't miss your friends." He smirked. "They aren't my friends." I blurted exasperatedly. I was still upset with them. He chuckled, "Your face is telling something else, Evie," He moved his index finger in a circle in front of my face. I slapped his finger away. He chuckled more, "I'm going for a walk. Alone." I rolled my eyes. There are a lot of guards. I could never be alone. No matter how hard I try. "Don't go so far." He said as I was a kid. His gaze tu
DUANTE'S POV If Enzo isn't the aim of his visit, then he has some information he doesn't trust to share on the phone. Everyone thinks he's the Italian mafia boss. He has gained everything he is born to be... to be next on the throne after his father's death. I helped him get what he deserved. "Hi, brother." Christiano slapped his hand on my back, "Drink?" He asked. I shook my head, "Any information?" I asked. "No," He sipped from his drink, "Tann has no relatives who could be… stalker and attacker." He paused, "Did those pictures help? I suggest you use a tracker on him. That could help." I nodded my head, "I've already done that. " Cristiano smiled, "I don't remember anyone who could think to hurt us." I slithered my fingers through my hair in exasperation. "It could be anyone. Is someone obsessed with her?" He asked. "The one I knew is dead right now," I clenched my hands. He smirked, "Now, I see why yo
I saw him through the corners of my eyes. My heart was beating in my chest. I peeled my attention from my husband and gazed at Rocky with astonishment, "Who taught you fruity-tooty?" I asked. The name didn't seem to be given by an expert cook but by a child. "My sister," He said. He always masked his face with cruelty or no expression. I felt a ping of sadness in my chest. I was a little mischievous girl for my brother. I always do something naughty to bring a smile to his face and ask him to give me cookies from the shelves. He was tall. He made me my favorite cheese sandwich. I stopped eating them after his death "My brother..." I choked but halted, "When I was a kid. My brother was tall, he helped me with cookies to bring them down from the high shelf." I smiled. Rocky looked at me for a sec and nodded his head. I looked away to hide my tears but my gaze locked with his amber eyes. The lock of his jaw explained he still hated the tears in my eye