This is Book Three in LOST AND FOUND SERIES but can be read as a STAND ALONE.
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Being kept in the shadows and away from
the dangerous life her family lived, Eirene Azalea Petrakis is the epitome of innocence. A beauty as captivating as hers, is b...
"And if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day, Keeping you safe."
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"Where's my father, Darius?" She asked, solemnly.
Why was she asking that all of a sudden?
"Why are you asking that?" I asked back.
She seemed to contemplate before answering, "That woman, she said that she couldn't believe how naïve Christopher's daughter was."
My jaw clenched as I realized who she was talking about. She was Vincent's wife and one of the ten people Adrian had killed.
"Your father was involved, yes." I admitted, truthfully.
There was no point of hiding anything from her because she would eventually find out.
I watched as she struggled to keep her tears at bay and the hatred for that pathetic excuse of a man grew inside of me, even more.
I tightened my hold around her, "He's on the run. His last location was Puerto Rico. We're keeping a close eye on him."
She nodded, "I asked you to look for Anthony?"
I debated in my head for a while whether or not I should tell her, but I decided to rip the bandage off, "He was found dead in France, ten years ago."
Her eyes closed and she nodded once before nuzzling her head in my neck. I felt how her muscles tensed as soon as she heard about Anthony's demise but she remained quiet.
"Go to sleep, little angel. I am right here." I reassured her.
"I love you, καρδιά μου." She whispered.
(My heart)
I stilled as soon as I heard the endearment and looked down to find her eyes closed.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I love you." She mumbled, halfway dozed off.
"After that?" I inquired.
I wanted her to say it one more time.
She peeled her eyes open with great difficulty and gave me a look, "Ever since, I have started sleeping with you, I don't need my sleeping pills."
"You haven't exactly started sleeping with me." I teased yet I felt a sense of pride bubble in my chest at her confession.
Her cheeks hued pink, "Do you ever not think about it?"
"Not think about what?" I raised a brow.
"Sleeping with me?" Her voice dropped an octave and she averted her gaze.
"You mean having sex? With you? No, it's pretty much always on my mind." I replied, unabashedly.
