LOGINEMILIA POV
"It's the most secure location we have," Axel argued. "Off the grid and Kane doesn't know about it."
"I'm not putting my sister alone with you," Marco said.
"She won't be alone with me," Axel said calmly. "She'll be under my protection."
"Same thing," Marco muttered.
"Actually," I interrupted, "it's my decision. And I'm going with Axel."
Both men stared at me. "Em" Marco started.
"Kane specifically threatened my family," I said. "That means you're in danger because of me. I won't be responsible for getting you killed."
"That's not how this works," Marco protested.
"That's exactly how this works," I replied. "Axel's right. His place is probably the safest option."
Marco looked like he wanted to argue further, but another text arrived on my phone.
David: I saw the news about your father. I'm flying out tomorrow. We need to talk.
"Perfect," I muttered, showing them the message. "Now David's coming."
"Who's David?" Axel asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Her fiancé," Marco supplied helpfully.
“Ex Fiancé” I corrected.
Axel's face went completely blank. "Ex, fiancé."
"As of yesterday," I confirmed. "Caught him cheating with my best friend."
Something dark and satisfied flickered in Axel's eyes. "Where's he staying?"
"I have no idea, and I don't care," I said firmly. "I'm not seeing him."
My phone rang again. This time, it was David calling directly.
"Don't answer it," Axel said immediately.
"I have to," I replied. "If I don't, he'll just keep calling."
I swiped to answer. "What do you want, David?"
"Em, thank god," David's voice was tight with worry. "I've been trying to reach you. I saw about your father on the news, and I booked the first flight out. I'll be there tomorrow morning."
"Don't come," I said firmly. "We have nothing to discuss."
"Baby, please. What happened between Rebecca and me was a mistake. I love you, and I want to make this right."
"There's nothing to make right," I said. "We're over, David."
"I'm not giving up on us," David said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He hung up before I could respond.
"Son of a bitch," I muttered.
"Problem?" Axel asked with deceptive calm.
"He's coming whether I want him to or not," I said. "Probably thinks he can sweep in and rescue me from my 'criminal family.'"
"Sounds like a smart man," Axel said dryly.
"Sounds like a dead man if he shows up here," Marco added grimly.
I looked between them. "You can't hurt David. He's annoying, but he's not dangerous."
"Anyone who threatens what's mine is dangerous," Axel said quietly.
"I'm not yours," I said, my voice low.
Axel stepped closer as his voice was barely audible to Marco but I could hear him, his green eyes burning into mine. "Keep telling yourself that, princess."
Marco cleared his throat loudly. "Okay, that's enough. Em, go with Axel. But I want hourly check, ins."
"Marco" I started.
"Non, negotiable," Marco said firmly. "Kane made this personal when he threatened you. Until we find what Dad hid, you're not safe anywhere public."
I nodded reluctantly. "What about the funeral tomorrow?"
"We'll figure it out in the morning," Marco said. "Right now, just focus on staying alive."
Thirty minutes later, I found myself on the back of Axel's motorcycle again, my small overnight bag strapped behind me. The ride to his place took us deep into the desert, away from town lights and civilization.
His houseif it could be called that was more like a fortified cabin tucked into a canyon between two mesas. Solar panels on the roof, generator backup, and what looked like enough security equipment to guard Fort Knox.
"Home sweet home," Axel said as we pulled up to the front door.
"It's very... isolated," I observed.
"That's the point," Axel replied, helping me off the bike. "Nobody can approach without me knowing about it."
Inside, the cabin was surprisingly comfortable. Rustic furniture, but clearly expensive. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, and through the large windows, I could see the desert stretching endlessly under a canopy of stars.
"You can take the bedroom," Axel said, carrying my bag down a short hallway. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"This is your home," I protested. "I can take the couch."
"No," Axel said firmly. "You take the bedroom."
I followed him down the hall, curious about how he lived. The bedroom was spartanly furnished but comfortable, with a large bed and an en, suite bathroom.
"There are clothes in the dresser if you need them," Axel said, setting my bag on the bed. "Towels in the bathroom."
"Whose clothes?" I asked suspiciously.
"Yours," Axel said simply.
I stared at him. "What?"
Axel looked uncomfortable for the first time all day. "I bought some things. After I heard you were coming back."
I walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were women's clothes in my size jeans, t, shirts, underwear, all with the tags still on.
"Axel," I said quietly. "Why?"
He didn't answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. "Because I never stopped hoping you'd come home."
The confession shocked me as I gasped. "I can't," I whispered.
"Can't what?" Axel asked, moving closer.
"Can't do this again. Can't let myself feel"
"Feel what?" Axel backed me against the dresser, his hands bracing on either side of me. "Say it, Em."
"Feel anything for you," I finished weakly.
Axel's smile was sharp and knowing. "Too late."
He was right, and we both knew it. Six years of careful distance evaporated every time he looked at me like that.
"This is a bad idea," I said, even as my hands came up to rest on his chest.
"Terrible idea," Axel agreed, his head dipping toward mine.
"We can't" I started.
"We shouldn't," Axel corrected. "There's a difference."
His mouth was an inch from mine when my phone rang. We sprang apart like guilty teenagers, and I fumbled for the device.
Sofia's name on the screen.
"I should take this," I said breathlessly.
"Yeah," Axel said, stepping back. "You should."
He left the room, and I answered the phone with shaking hands.
"How's the family reunion going?" Sofia asked cheerfully.
"Complicated," I said, sinking onto the bed.
"Good complicated or bad complicated?"
I looked toward the doorway where Axel had disappeared. "I honestly don't know."
EMILIA POV The sun had completed its descent behind the jagged peaks, leaving the entire valley wrapped in a deep, cool purple twilight that smelled of sage and wet earth. The children were still lingering near the edge of the lawn, their movements slowing as the exhaustion of the summer day finally caught up to their small frames. The peace inside the courtyard felt absolute, a perfect, unbroken seal that nothing could penetrate. And then, with a synchronized, jarring vibration that cut through the silence like a blade, three distinct cell phones buzzed simultaneously on the porch. Axel’s phone chimed from his breast pocket. Marcus’s phone let out a low, metallic ring from the adobe wall. My own device vibrated violently against my hip. The timing of the notification was entirely surgical—all at the exact same second, all tracking from the exact same encrypted, unknown international registry that we hadn't seen since our years in Europe. Axel pulled his phone out first, the soft
EMILIA POV The summer evening hung over the valley with a rare, absolute stillness that made the desert feel infinite. The sky was bleeding into a deep, magnificent amber that turned the entire property, the orchard, and the distant mountains into a sharp silhouette against the golden hour. Every single piece of our circle was gathered in the backyard for the sunset. Axel and I stood near the porch steps, our shoulders touching, while Marcus and Catherine were seated on the low adobe wall near the garden bed, and Isabella remained anchored in her rocking chair beneath the trees, her wool blanket neatly covering her lap against the incoming cool air. Marco and our little Isabella were leading the twins through the final patch of grass near the fence line, their young voices ringing out clearly through the quiet, amber air. The children were completely lost in their own world, oblivious to the adults watching them. Dmitri was charging after a stray yellow butterfly with a loud, energ
EMILIA POV The second summer after the twin heartbeats first filled the nursery arrived with an intense, golden heat that turned the entire valley into a beautiful, sun-drenched sanctuary of peace. The orchard was heavy with fruit, and the mountain winds kept the air sweet and clean. Late one Sunday afternoon, the light was bleeding a brilliant, warm amber across the lawn as all the children played together in the backyard, their voices echoing off the adobe walls. Dmitri was charging through the thick grass with a loud, joyful energy, chasing his sister Katarina, who was navigating the flowerbeds with a quick, clever agility that kept her one step ahead of his lunges. Marco, now taller and carrying himself with his father's steady posture, was leading them through a series of elaborate lawn games he had invented, while our little Isabella was sitting on a checkered blanket nearby, her serious dark eyes completely focused as she organized her wooden dolls in a neat line. They were e
AXEL POV The first birthday of the twins arrived exactly one year after that frantic morning in the Albuquerque delivery suite. We turned the entire central courtyard into a massive celebration, inviting our core foundation directors and the local staff who had become our extended family over the long journey out of the dark. The day was brilliant, the high desert sky a flawless sheet of blue that made the adobe walls glow like gold. Marco was tracking perfectly through his elementary school classes, running around the lawn with his friends from the valley, while our little Isabella was proving to be a terrifically sharp toddler, her dark eyes tracking every single movement in the courtyard with an intensity she inherited directly from her mother. Isabella, the elder, remained anchored in her wicker chair beneath the shade of the large cottonwood trees, her posture frail but her presence completely central to the geography of the room. Marcus and Catherine brought the twins out int
EMILIA POV Six months after the twin heartbeats first filled the wooden cribs by the window, Catherine had completely found her internal, maternal rhythm. She was still visibly exhausted—there is no version of raising twins that allows for a full night of uninterrupted rest—but the dense, suffocating cloud of her early postpartum depression had entirely cleared from her eyes. She carried herself through the courtyard with a quiet, vibrant confidence, completely present in every single moment of her new life. I would walk over to their cottage in the sunny afternoons and find her sitting comfortably on the living room rug, expertly nursing Katarina while her intelligent, observant eyes kept track of Dmitri as he rolled across the blanket toward the toy chest. Or I would see her pushing the heavy double stroller down the long dirt driveway between the orchard rows, taking long, peaceful walks through the valley with Marcus walking steady at her side, his large hand resting against the
AXEL POV Three months after the twin heartbeats first filled the nursery inside the guest cottage, the daily routine on the property had settled into an entirely new, exhausting rhythm. Marcus had adapted to fatherhood with a calculated, operational precision that was both completely surprising to the foundation directors and entirely inevitable given his nature. The man who had once been our most lethal asset, the man who handled logistics for high-risk extractions, was now entirely locked into the daily tracking of feeding schedules, sleep intervals, and diaper allocations. I would stand by the nursery door in the quiet evenings after my own office hours, watching him sit in the wooden rocking chair with Dmitri balanced carefully on his knees. He would use his low, gravelly voice to patiently teach the boy how to hold his chin up against the weight of his head, murmuring to him in a low, rhythmic song that sounded like an old security mantra. Then he would transfer his attention t







