After being involved with a cold-hearted Mafia Boss, Rebecca Lincoln decides it's time to run.
Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire.
Will he find her again?
Or will she stay hidden forever?
When we arrived in Florida, James was already dragging me to his office, so we could start on the legal things.
He had hired a Lawyer, who was there waiting for us.
The meeting lasted about two hours.
In that time, we constructed a whole new identity.
My name was now Lorraine Rebecca Howard from Wilmington, North Carolina.
I kept my name in there.
My mother was the one who came up with it, so I never wanted to let it go.
We pieced together a whole new person.
They changed my hair color.
Gave me contacts for eye color.
And told me the most horrid news I could've imagined.
After my mother's death, I fell into a deep depression.
After a year and a half, I started to see the light of the world again. And as my final act of mourning, I got my mother's name tattooed on my left shoulder.
It put me at peace with her passing.
But now, they told me I had to have it replaced.
I took a few moments to myself, using the Bathroom to cry.
I have been such an emotional wreck since that night.
He made me believe that he truly cared for me.
I should've known better than to trust a fucking mobster.
Next Day
James took me to the hairdresser.
We changed my golden brown hair to natural ginger color.
My once green eyes were covered with hazel ones.
Looking in the mirror was a whole new face.
I barely recognized myself.
They cut off the hair I took years to grow. They shortened it to my shoulders. They thinned it and styled it.
James then took me to the tattoo parlor where they would change my tattoo to something entirely different.
I made sure James took a picture of the original for me.
I hoped to get it developed as soon as I could.
The process was painful and I kept my tears concealed as the tattoo artist designed over it.
I really was a new person.
My mother's name was covered with a classic Rose tattoo.
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The night before, James kept me in a nice hotel for the night.
He had some business to attend to at his home before I could join him there.
I wasn't upset about it. At least, I had a place to sleep.
Tonight though, he was going to bring me there, to his home.
I climbed into the car after the tattoo parlor, feeling absolutely defeated.
We drove in silence for about twenty minutes before he spoke up.
"Hey' before we get there, there is something you should know." He started, glancing over at me.
"Yeah?" I responded, waiting for his elaboration.
"So, I haven't mentioned this before because I needed to make sure helping you and offering a place to stay was alright.... But.... I have a Wife. Her name is Miranda. That's why I couldn't bring you here last night. I had to sit down and talk to her about it." He informed me.
I can't deny that I wasn't a little disappointed though.
He was fucking hot but I'm no home wrecker.
"I have to tell you though. At first, she was not happy about the arrangement. But after a bit, she caved in. She's not one to be jealous. She's just shy around others." He explained to me.
"I just wanted to tell you to avoid confusion later on."
"Oh. Alright." I nodded as we pulled up to a gated entrance.
