LOGINLAURA The seven days passed in a way I hadn’t expected. Not dramatically. Not with grand gestures except the two hundred new items we’d received and the never ending flowers and apology chocolates. Just—quietly. Steadily. In the way that the most important things tend to happen, which is gradually and then all at once. Xavier showed up every morning. Not at the crack of dawn, not in a way that felt like pressure—but by eight-thirty, there would be a knock at the door and Alec would already be thundering down the stairs before I’d reached the handle. The two of them had developed a morning ritual within forty-eight hours that I’d had nothing to do with and hadn’t been consulted on, which involved Xavier sitting at the kitchen table while Alec ate breakfast and conducted what could only be described as a daily briefing. His and Gerald’s activities from the previous night. What had happened in his extremely vivid dreams. His current thoughts on the ongoing epidemic over the bloc
XAVIER A thousand thoughts swarmed into my mind at that very moment but one thing stirred the loudest within me. Marcus's call. About the anonymous account and the six weeks and whoever had been pulling strings from the dark. I thought about how close it had all come to going sideways—how many invisible hands had been in the machinery of my life without my knowing. And I thought: not anymore. Whatever it took. Whatever it cost. No one was getting near them again. Soon after, Alec finished his ice cream and solemnly declared that Gerald would've liked the strawberry flavor too, and that next time we needed to buy Gerald his own scoop. Laura patiently explained that Gerald was a toy dinosaur and couldn't eat ice cream. Alec sighed dramatically and announced that was very sad. I told him I agreed. Laura shot me a look that was trying very, very hard not to smile. For a second, she lost the battle. The corner of her mouth twitched upward before she caught herself and looked
XAVIER “Xavier…” she breathed, looking back up at me. “This is way too much.” “It's the least I can do.” She shook her head in disbelief. “No, it isn't.” “It is.” My voice softened. “I've been absent for far too long. You carried everything on your own. You took care of our son. You raised him without me.” I held her gaze. “So let me take care of you now.” Laura didn't say a word. She simply stood there, staring at me as though she didn't know what to do with everything I'd just said. I watched the struggle move across her face—the part of her that wanted to deflect, to redirect, to keep things manageable and small. I recognized it. She'd always done that. Even before. She could receive affection with the same wary precision she might use to defuse something she wasn't sure was safe. I waited. I'd learned, in these last few days, that Laura didn't need to be filled. She needed to be given space. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then, right on cue, the bell inside th
XAVIER I didn't waste a single second. I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the warehouse where my luggage had been stored. I'd bought so many things for Laura and Alec that I'd honestly lost track. Bags. Toys. Clothes. Accessories. The very best of everything. Maybe I'd gone a little overboard with the gifts and the spending. Then again, maybe I hadn't. They were my family. And they meant the world to me. The airport had told me I was free to leave and that they'd contact me once my luggage had been properly packed and transported to a secure storage facility. There had simply been too much for me to drag around on my own. Not long after, I arrived at the warehouse and spoke with the man in charge. I gave him Laura's address and asked that everything be delivered there. By now, she was bound to be home. She and Alec deserved to have all of it. A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined the look on her face when she opened the boxes. I hoped this could make up,
XAVIER I thought about how to say it. Not the way I’d have said it three years ago—quickly, defensively, in the language of a man who’d never learned to sit inside vulnerability long enough to let it be true. I thought about all the things that had happened throughout the years between then and now. The breakdowns, the fighting with the reoccurring memories, the unimaginable pain. Having to go to the hospital and therapy just to remain sane. I thought I’d lost Laura forever and there was no world that existed where we were together. And maybe, Just maybe…I was wrong. “I spent a long time thinking that keeping things separate was the same as keeping things controlled,” I said. “My father taught me that and I believed him because I was seventeen and he was the only blueprint I had. Keep things in boxes. Business here, family there, feelings somewhere you don’t look.” I knew I had mentioned this to her before and promised to work on it and it seemed that I had but in reality,
XAVIER When Laura left all those years ago, I made it my goal to stay away from drama. To stay away from danger. I couldn’t undo everything I’d already done, but I could make sure there wasn’t another casualty because of my name. So I shut down everything connected to my father’s business. I was carrying so much pain and so much anger that I burned it all to the ground. Every operation. Every connection. Every man who still answered to the Blackwell name was paid, dismissed, or told never to contact me again. The Blackwell mobs ceased to exist. People thought I’d lost my mind. Some tried to convince me to keep it going. Others saw it as weakness and tried to take advantage of the vacuum we’d left behind. I didn’t care. If they wanted whatever scraps remained, they could have them. None of it had ever been worth Laura’s tears. None of it had been worth watching fear settle into her eyes every time I walked through the front door. I threw myself into work instead and proved
XAVIER “Boss, boss, boss!” I could hear Marcus’s voice through my haze of sleep and I was already annoyed. I forced my eyes open, the bright lights of the infirmary stabbing into my skull. My head was still pounding, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the last thing I needed w
LAURAI looked out of the window at the passing buildings as we drove at high speed. The car was relatively silent despite there being four people in it.The driver, Juniper at the front seat, and of course my lovely soon-to-be husband right next to me. The silence was suffocating.It wasn’t helpi
LAURA My eyes shot open and I jerked upright, panic flooding through my system.Where was I? Had Alexei caught me? Was I back in that warehouse?My hands flew up to my mouth, my breathing coming in short, desperate gasps as I looked around wildly but soon, relief washed over me in tides.I recogni
LAURA My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, the SUV swerving wildly across the highway as I fought to keep it under control.I’d barely driven anything in years, talk less of something this massive and powerful but desperation was sure one hell of a motivator, and right now it was







