Christian looks up at Nico, who nods. “I can confirm that,” Christian continues, still casual. “If you needed confirmation. But considering that you sent them after my wife, I’m sure that there’s not too much mystery regarding who took them out.” There’s a long pause on the other line as Bonetti p

But as I feel my husband pressed long along the length of my body, I know that there’s only one real choice for me. That the idea of leaving him here, of not knowing whether he lives or dies… God, no. I could never do it. “I want to stay,” I say quietly, my eyes on Frankie. He holds my gaze fo

Bonetti actually does go still at this news, perhaps not expecting Christian to put it so bluntly. All around his men tense, and I hear about twenty safety catches flip on guns. But Bonetti puts his hand up, clearly letting them know to keep calm. “So why haven’t you, boy?” Bonetti murmurs. “It wo

“Go back to bed, Iris!” Nico growls in the dark hallway. I shriek, jumping almost out of my skin and nearly dropping the small tray of food and supplies that I’m carrying to my bedroom. Or at least, my old bedroom – it’s where we’re keeping the captive now. “Nico!” I snap, pissed off at him. “Yo

I grin at my husband and then quickly cut Calvin’s left hand free, jumping away from him fast. Christian comes to my side then and deftly takes the knife, slipping it into his own pocket. “Five minutes,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my cheek. “And then Nico’s going to come back in here and tape hi