Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“What’s happening?”
“Your father is already on a flight here. He’s safe. My men grabbed them when your sister got made.”
“Got made?”
“Elsa hasn’t been laying low. In fact, she has been making quite the name for herself.”
“Oh God. What has she been doing?” I ask, but Easton is already making another phone call. He hits the call to come over the speaker.
“You have her?”
“I do,” a deep voice responds. Relief fills me. One of Easton’s men must have found her.
“Hand her over, Knight.”
“Sorry, but this little ace is mine,” the man says before ending the call.
“That motherfucker.” He shakes his head but a smirk plays on his lips. She must not be in danger based on his reaction. “Easton. Where is my sister? Who was that?” I ask, not so convinced based on the man's response before he hung up.
“You Monroe girls can really make men do crazy things.” What does that mean? “She’s safe. At least from the rest of the world. Knight has her, and I don’t think he’ll be letting her go.”
What has my sister gotten herself into? Better yet, who has gotten her?
EPILOGUE
EASTON
Fuck me. Doesn’t matter how many times I see my wife, a rush of calmness and awe always fills me. I don’t know how I lived so long without her. I know I’ll never do it again. I’ve never understood the darkness that lives inside of me. It has always been there. Melody can calm it, but she can also bring it quickly to the surface.
She always thinks that I found her. That I was the healing she needed, but she’ll never understand how badly I needed her. My life before her was all about my family legacy and what was best for that, no matter the cost. She says I breathed life and love into her. But in reality, Melody was the one that did that for me. She keeps me grounded in every aspect of my life. She’s shown me what life is truly about.
Watching our baby girl sleep on her chest is more than I could have ever dreamed of. When I think my Neverland can’t possibly give me anything else in life, she proves me wrong. I could stare at them forever. Both of them fell asleep not long after we boarded our flight back to the island.
While I love the island, I knew I didn’t want to be there when Melody went into labor. There are many things I can have on hand, but a team of the best doctors in the world wasn’t something I could bring there. Okay, I could for the right price, but Neverland told me that was selfish. These doctors were needed by others too.
Plus, back in the city, her father and sister could be there for the birth. I was sure I could handle anything that life threw at me, but seeing my wife in so much pain cut me deeper than I ever could’ve imagined. Thankfully, Elsa has a way of calming my wife. I’m not gonna lie, I was jealous of the bond they had at first, but I’d never say that out loud. All I want is for my wife to be happy. If it took her sister being there to help her push through labor, there was no way I would’ve ever stood in the way of that.
As I watched my wife hold her sister’s hand and stare into her eyes, I knew at that moment I would never have only one child. I grew up alone. Seeing the bond between the two of them showed me I wanted that for our children. With everything Melody has been through, it was always her sister that kept her grounded.
Their bond is different than anything I have seen in my life. It reminds me of why my Neverland felt she had to leave to be with her sister. They have a different bond, one I know will carry over to any children we have along with Elsa.
Our baby girl rests over the already forming bump on Melody’s stomach. We talked about spreading our kids out, but it was too hard for us to keep our hands off each other. The doctor told us it would be harder to get pregnant with Melody breastfeeding, but she’d been wrong.
Three months after she had our little Tinkerbell, as I call her, my wife is pregnant again. I can’t take full blame. We’d gotten the all-clear six weeks after she gave birth, but I still worried it was too soon.
I didn’t want to hurt her, and I knew once I got my hands on her again that all my lust and need for her would blur all rational thought. Whatever stronghold Melody held on me in high school had only grown more when the world dared to take her from me.