LOGINI began pacing around. "Go check out Ciara's movement, and if she's recently made new friends. "
Damn .. I need to fix this fast. " What did you find?" "She's just recently started seeing Tony. She's not made new friends, and she just got out of the hospital." I still go very still at the word hospital. What is she doing at the hospital? Is she unwell?" Louis clears his throat "Now I need you to be calm about this Mathew" "What the fuck is going on?" "She's just gone into the hospital for an abortion today" Every single thing around me blurs immediately "Did you just say abortion?" "Yes, according to my men, she found out she was three Months pregnant and immediately requested an abortion. She never wrote the name of the father of the child." "I am the father of the child" "What? Then why did she get an abortion?" "I'd like to know the answer to that too. I'm leaving the office now. I call my assistant into the office, "Cancel everything I have pressing for the next week. I'd be back as soon as I can Geoffrey" "Yes sir." He steps out "Where is she now Louis?" "She's on her way to your old family house." I nod..."Okay guess I'm going home " I rise from the chair and walk away from the office, get into my car and drive towards the old house. I'd never, ever, let her go in this lifetime. I drive down to the house and Calista is first to berate me "Now what on earth are you doing here Mathew?" I scoff "Last I checked both our parents own the house and we both grew up in this house" "So is your little fiancée with you?" "No, she's not Calista, give me a break. I'm going to my room." I walk away and she calls after me "Mom and dad will be so glad you came around." I drop my things off in the room and move down the stairs to the kitchen, lighting a cigarette...I promised I'd quit yet whenever I'm in a nervous state I revert to my cigarette, my bad habit. I put out the cigarette, pick a glass of sparkling water when I hear her voice as I move towards them; she freezes the moment she sees me. "Hello Ciara." "Hi Matthew." She says softly then clears her throat before looking at Carlista in question as Calista shrugs nonchalantly. "Babes, Matthew suddenly turned up here without prior notice hope you don't mind?" "Of course not it's fine." She says softly. " She chose to come here to avoid me but there is no avoiding me right now because we both need to have the dreaded conversation she's avoiding. Calista fawns over her "Sweetheart, why were you at the hospital? Are you okay? Should you be standing?" "I'm fine Calista...just need to lie down right now." She takes her hand as they both walk up the stairs together, disappearing from my sight. I wait until Calista comes out "She's asleep, I need to get some things outside now I'd be back on time. Please keep an eye on her for me will you? I know you don't like her but please she's the closest one I have to a sister." I scoff "Why do you even think I don't like her?" "Well duh...she avoids you like a plague and you ignore her totally which works just fine for me but today she's sick so I need you to watch her for me." "Okay, Calista." I walk up to her, hug her and kiss her forehead as she eyes me suspiciously" You should let Louis take you" She snaps immediately "I don't need Louis, I can go out by myself." There's a story there I know but since they both don't tell me anything I act like I know nothing. Immediately she leaves, I go to Cara's room where I find her asleep, a few minutes later, it starts raining heavily and I get a text message from Louis "I have your sister, I'd return her after the storm has passed" I shake my head at that.. he'd share when he's comfortable sharing. I pick a chair and sit beside her as I stare at her then light a cigarette, two hours later she finally yawns and comes awake. I sent the butler a message to get soup for her. "Are you feeling better Ciara?" She frowns "Where is Calista?" "She went out so it's just us. Would you care for water?" I open a bottle of still water and pour some into a cup, helping her sit as I help her drink it from the cup. The butler James walks in with a tray which contains her soup and I collect it. "Drink up, it's healing soup" So I feed her and wait until she's done and a little relaxed before clearing my throat "Why on earth would you choose an abortion over telling me you were carrying our child Ciara?" She scoffs "Of course you know already... doctor-patient clause doesn't even matter to you." " Why would I keep a child I never signed up for? You want things always done your way but I will not be a pawn in whatever games you're playing. I'm done with you." "Did it ever occur to you that I might actually want the child?" "Oh get a grip and get off Lulu land Mathew; you're engaged very publicly to another woman, I told you I wasn't ready to have a child, you switched my pills, had my IUD removed without my consent just to keep me tied to you and I won't be having that. I'd like to go back to sleep now, please excuse me." I stand, help her lie back, adjust her bed cover and kiss her lightly even as she stiffens. "I know you're mad right now and it's fine, I'm sorry. Heal, I'll watch you till you're fully healed but we are not done, Ciara."MATHEW "I need to get back to work Mathew and you need to let Mary come see me at home. You can't hate her for a situation that was never her fault in the first place. It's been two Months...do you want me to go crazy couped in this place?""I'd see you later babe." I kissed her forehead ignoring everything she had said before.I pulled the door shut behind me, the soft, expensive click of the latch sounding entirely too final in the quiet corridor. I stood there for a second, my palm pressed flat against the wood, listening to the absolute silence coming from inside our bedroom.She was furious. I could feel the cold, sharp weight of her anger right through the door, but I didn't care. The image of her lying on that London pavement, her navy blouse soaked through with a terrifying shade of crimson, was a permanent file burned into the back of my eyelids. It had been two months since the shooting, two months of watching her surgical scar fade from a raw, angry red to a pale, silver l
MATHEW The smell of antiseptic still clung to the fabric of the sofa, or maybe it was just burned into my retinas. Two weeks. Two weeks since I watched the monitors flatline, since the doctors shoved me out of the ICU, since I thought I’d have to figure out how to breathe in a world that didn’t have Ciara in it.She was sitting on the edge of our bed now, looking entirely too fragile and entirely too stubborn. The bruises from the IV lines were fading into ugly yellow-green blotches on the backs of her hands. She was alive. She was home and I was so goddamn furious I could taste copper."Mathew," she murmured, her voice still a little raspy from the intubation tube. She reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of my shirt. "Stop pacing. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor."I stopped, but I didn't look at her right away. If I looked at her, she’d see the storm. She’d see that behind the dutiful boyfriend who had spent fourteen days bringing her ice chips and fluffing her pillow
CIARAThe sound of a gunshot doesn't sound like it does in the movies. It isn't a clean, dramatic pop. It’s a sickening, deafening tear in the air that shatters your ears and leaves a metallic tang of burnt powder coating the back of your throat.Everything happened in a fraction of a second outside the London medical clinic. One moment, Mary was stepping out of the glass double doors, holding her purse with one hand and protectively resting her other hand over her stomach where her tiny, fragile secret was growing. The next, a heavy transit van slammed its brakes onto the curb, the side door sliding open with a violent screech.A masked man lunged out, his hands reaching viciously for Mary’s coat, trying to drag her toward the dark interior of the vehicle. Mary shrieked, a terrified, helpless sound that bypassed my brain and went straight to my blood.I didn't think, didn't calculate. I didn't care about the consequences.I threw my entire body forward, shoving Mary hard onto the con
CIARAIt was 11:30 PM on a Saturday, and my system was already rejecting the environment. The club was a subterranean labyrinth of polished concrete, flashing crimson strobe lights, and a bass line so violent it made the liquid inside my crystal glass vibrate in perfect, concentric circles.I didn't want to be here. I had spent the last seventy-two hours mapping a brutal liquidity shift in our offshore accounts, and the lingering fatigue from my recent, uncharacteristic lapse in sobriety was still hovering at the edge of my consciousness but Carlista had insisted that Mary’s official bachelorette exit from the corporate grid required a high-tier venue. Naturally, my bestie had abandoned me at the VIP booth ten minutes ago to negotiate a bulk liquor distribution contract with the venue’s managing partner.I sat back against the dark leather banquette, my navy silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to breathe, my reading glasses safely tucked into my handbag. I was trying to execute a stand
MATHEWI had survived underground fight clubs, I had survived syndicates and had survived hostile takeovers, assassination attempts, and one particularly traumatic Christmas dinner with Carlista.Nothing had prepared me for Adam discovering he was part of a wedding."No."The word came from my son with the confidence of a tiny dictator.Louis looked away immediately silently laughing."Adam," I said patiently, crouching in front of him. "You're the little groom.""No.""Why not?"He crossed his tiny arms."I'm busy."I blinked."Busy doing what?"He pointed at the floor "My Dinosaurs."Unfortunately for him, Mary had specifically requested his participation.Apparently, she wanted the "cutest member of the family" involved in the ceremony.That had resulted in him pretending to be offended for nearly forty minutes."You called me cute once," he'd complained."It was a mistake," Ciara had replied."I'm not cute.""That's debatable."I stood and looked toward Ciara.She was sitting on t
CIARAThe double-shot of espresso I had downed before leaving the Surrey estate was currently waging a violent, chemical war against the remnants of the Kremlin’s premium vodka.By the time the private executive elevator hissed open on the forty-fourth floor of the Horizon Holdings headquarters, my corporate ice was firmly locked back in place. I stepped out onto the polished marble, my heels clicking in a sharp, lethal rhythm, my navy blazer buttoned tight, and my reading glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of my nose.I expected to see Russian intelligence operatives. I expected to see a phalanx of stone-faced legal counsel drafting a hostile infrastructure merger.Instead, the reception lobby was entirely empty, save for Louis, who was standing near the glass entrance doors with his encrypted terminal under his arm, looking remarkably unbothered for a man whose operational grid had supposedly reached critical pressure."Louis," I said, my voice dropping into that deep, flat pla
CIARAI froze immediately when I saw Carlista….how do I explain Mathew's presence?For one horrible second, nobody moved.Carlista stood in the doorway wearing a cream blazer and ripped jeans, her chest rising hard like she'd climbed the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Her eyes moved from me
CIARAI walked through the glass doors of Sterling & Co., my mother's fashion house, and the scent of expensive perfume and fresh-cut flowers wrapped around me like a familiar blanket. It smelled like her, like the Saturday mornings she'd bring me here as a child, letting me touch the silk samples
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t







