MasukOrana’s Point of ViewI scrambled up the stairs to my room, my hands shaking, so I almost dropped my phone twice before dialing Dante.“Orana?” he picked up on the second ring, his tone cautious and concerned.“Vaughn got arrested! Just now, they...” My voice broke into a sob as I tried to force the words out, pacing back and forth across the rug. “The feds... they came to the house with an arrest warrant. My father was...”I heard the rustle of papers and movement in the background as Dante pieced it together.“Help him, Dante. Please help him,” I cried through the phone, my heart racing so hard against my chest.“I will, okay? You did great to call me,” he said, and I blinked back my tears.“I want you to get off the phone and do me a favor,” Dante said, his voice dropping into commands.“Okay,” I breathed, pressing the phone tighter to my ear.“I want you to make sure this stays out of the media. I am rushing to the station right now to see what’s happening and handle the processin
Orana’s Point of View“Can you turn around, Mr. Carson?” the agent instructed, stepping forward.He pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt, his eyes locked on Vaughn.“This is wrong!” I yelled, stepping between them and my husband. “He didn’t do this! You have the wrong man! If anything, my father should be the one being arrested.”“Mrs. Carson, step back,” Agent Rowland warned, but I couldn’t move. How the hell was my father still walking around free?“No. You can’t do this. He didn’t…” My heart was racing. “My father is the one you should be arresting, not my husband.” I was practically screaming at the top of my voice.“Orana,” Vaughn said through gritted teeth. “Liorah.”“Can you please not do this in front of my daughter?” Vaughn asked, his voice remaining terrifyingly calm and even. He looked over at me, his eyes taking in my wide, frozen gaze.Agent Rowland paused for a second, his expression unreadable. “Unfortunately, sir, we have a protocol to follow.”“Come here,” I
Orana’s Point of ViewThe drive home was quiet, the silence between us thick with everything we had yet to figure out. While we were in the car, he told me everything, and if I ever wanted to know something, I could just ask him.So I asked him about connections, but the biggest question I couldn’t bring myself to ask him.I knew if he ever killed someone, it was for a good reason now, but I couldn’t ask him.By the time Vaughn was getting on the highway, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a deep sleep.Vaughn carried me to bed and tucked me in. The only way I knew he did was because I was mumbling something, and he kissed me while I drifted off to sleep as he tucked me in.When I woke up in the morning, I instinctively reached across the cold sheets for Vaughn, but his side of the bed was empty.My heart instantly skyrocketed. Panic seizing my chest, I scrambled out of bed, searching our bedroom and the walk-in closet. He wasn’t there.Did he leave again when he promised to ans
Orana’s Point of ViewI stood in the chilly night air, looking at my husband, and for the first time, I could physically feel him drifting away from me, pulling back into the dark shadows to protect me from himself.“Vaughn,” I whispered, my voice breaking.“Let’s get you home,” he mumbled, taking a step toward me, but I instinctively took a step back, shaking my head.“Fuck, Vaughn. I’m tired,” I choked out, tears stinging my eyes. “Just fucking tell me what’s going on. Tell me why you didn’t tell me my brother knew, or what else there is to come.”“I can’t!” he whisper-yelled through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep his composure.“Why not?”He closed the distance between us in two quick strides, taking me gently by the shoulders and steering us several feet away from Sean, James, and his security detail.“Because if I did, and things went to shit, you would be considered complicit,” he whispered, his eyes wide and burning with desperate intensity. “And I need y
Vaughn’s Point of View“What the fuck happened?” I roared, storming into the basement where we had been keeping my father-in-law.The cold concrete floor was empty, save for two of my most trusted men lying dead, their wide, unblinking eyes staring up at the low ceiling, one of them Paul. An icy rage ignited in my chest.I whirled around on my heel to block the entrance, trying to stop my wife from coming any further into the bloodstained room, but she shoved past my arm, her jaw set and body shivering. She had told me she wanted to know everything about my life, and I couldn’t hide the dark reality of my life from her anymore.“Did the cameras capture anything?” I demanded, turning to my lead security detail.Ray shook his head, his face pale in the dim fluorescent lighting. “The cameras went dark thirty seconds before the breach, boss. It was a clean, targeted hit.”I slowly turned my eyes toward James, and a heavy, silent moment passed between us. He didn’t need to say a word; he k
Orana’s Point of ViewThe moment the doors shut and the engine started, a heavy silence settled between us again, as if we were strangers.That moment in the bathroom felt as if it had happened ages ago. He felt so distant. For a minute, I wish he could just hold me.Vaughn glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “I’d like us to talk tonight, Orana.”I leaned my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes. “Can it please wait until tomorrow?”“No,” he said, his voice quiet. “I’ve been waiting for weeks. We’re talking tonight, please.”When the car finally pulled up the long driveway of the mansion, Vaughn didn’t head for the front doors. Instead, he turned off the ignition, stepped out, and opened my door. “Walk with me,” he murmured, offering his hand.I wasn’t exhausted yet, so I decided to follow him. We walked in the opposite direction of the main house, heading toward the grand, sprawling hedge maze that bordered the river.The night air was cool, carrying the scent of fresh wa
Orana’s Point of View“How could you?” I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.You! You, of all people, worked with my father?Callahan turned first. His eyes found mine, and there was no surprise or guilt in them. just satisfaction knowing he had me where he wanted.I had thought I understood
Orana’s point of view“Can you tell me why the hell we are not going to this meeting?” Edward asked, plopping down on the armchair in front of me.I glanced at him. His thick curls looked messy, yet the outfit he wore today made him look so handsome. I smiled at myself, then lowered my gaze back to
Orana’s point of viewSpending the day with Liorah was so nice. I had missed my little girl, and I didn’t think I would enjoy spending time with her like this.We moved through shops while she held my hand the whole time, her grip small but certain, as if she knew I wouldn’t let go.She laughed at
Orana’s Point of View“I want a divorce.”For a second, I thought I had misheard him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, nails digging into the marble countertop. I knew one day this day would come. I always dreaded it, but today it was happening.“What?”Across from me, he didn’t s







