After a terrible accident, mob boss Curtis Everett needs help raising his two children.
Presley Adams needs money to get away to the West coast. An ad for a nanny looks like the perfect opportunity to make cash quick. What she didn't expect was to...
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Seven months later...
Presley
I find myself sitting in the window seat of our room a lot. Since that day in Jersey, my comfort is here, where Curtis used to hold me as we watched the sunset or the sunrise. Its where I would read to Evie and Josh while we waited for Curtis to come home. Its my safe place, where I feel the most at peace.
I don't remember much after Curtis lost consciousness. I just remember that I was screaming for Curtis to wake up. I felt someone hold me, I think it was Clint pulling me away from his as the othr members of our team rushed to work on Curtis. I woke up in the hospital with Clint waiting for me.
"Clint?"
"Hey Pres." He came over and kissed my forehead. "I'm glad you're awake. The kids have been asking for you."
The door opened just then and Josh and Evie peeked around. "Mama!" They ran to my bed and climbed in. I cried as I held and kissed my children. They were safe and I didn't lose them. They held on to me like I could disappear. After a while, they fell asleep on me. I wouldn't move them for the world.
Clint took a seat next to me. "Obviously, Blackwood is dead." He sighed. "Pres, I'm sorry but we found your father in the old playhouse. He left you a letter." He placed an envelope on the bedside table. "Adam made it and is recovering at Concord General."
"What about Nat?"
Clint went to open his mouth when the door opened again. Nat shuffled in, dragging her IV pole with her. "I'm ok," she whispered with tears in her eyes. Clint got up to allow her to sit.
"Nat is good," Clint said with a smile. "One bullet hit the weak side of her vest and the other was in the vest. Some blood loss but obviously she's good."
"And Curtis?"
Before Clint or Nat could answer, a doctor came in. "Miss Adams, I'm Doctor Sloan. How are you feeling?"
"Sore and a little confused."
"Understandable, given the circumstances. Your tests came back clear, it think it was just the shock." He stopped for a second. "I do have something to discuss with you. But if we want to have the discussion in private..."
"No, you can speak in front of them."
It was news that would change my life.
I sighed as I looked at the letter from my father.
Lia,
It devastates me to know that your entire life and the actions that have happened were my fault and you suffered for it. It took you being gone from my life for the last six years to realize what I had done.
