Raised inside a powerful crime family, a young man discovers that the blood running through his veins may not be the blood that made him one of them. As forbidden feelings and buried secrets surface, he must decide where his true loyalty lies before the family's code destroys him.
Hey, I should have told you. It was an emergency. I got you that bag you wanted. it. Open the door. I sat on the couch with my hands over my ears. Didn't move. He knocked for another minute. Fine. Don't open it. Wait, what? Then I heard him make a call. A minute someone was working the lock from the other side. You break that lock and I won't talk to you for
three days. The scratching stopped. Five days, Blake. Is it really that serious? That made it worse. A pause outside. Wow. Please tell me that wasn't the good one. I stormed off toward my room. On my way past the coffee table, my hip caught a folder the housekeeper had just organized. Papers went everywhere.
Three words on the top page stopped me cold. Paternity test results. I picked it up without thinking. Arthur Whitlock and Eleanor Whitlock are excluded as the biological parents of Blake
I stared at it. My head went silent. Outside, Cillian paid off his guy and knocked again, lazy now. You're not supposed to cling to your brother like this, sweetheart.
Give me some room to breathe. i got back as fast as i could it's really worth the tantrum i closed the folder forced my face blank opened the door wow forgiven already he held out a cake box a purse a little red box i took them without really seeing them then i looked up at him he caught me staring noticed
my bare feet frowned scooped me off the floor like i weighed nothing he rushed to my face cillian what are you doing you were looking at me like that weren't you asking for a hug