Arranged love

HAVEN

I LIE NEXT to him, my heart still pounding, and my body covered in sweat. I turn onto my side and watch him. He has his eyes shut, lips parted, and hand on his chest. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see better.

“What did you do?” I find myself unable to hold it in any longer. I need to know.

He opens his eyes, then turns his head to look at me. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

I sit up and push my wild hair from my sweaty face. “What did you do in order to get my father to agree to force me to marry you?”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “Haven-”

“I won’t be mad at you,” I interrupt him, trying to assure him that he can tell me. “Please?” He looks back up at me, and I straddle his hips, shoving my hair behind my ear. “I want to know. I think I deserve that.” I go another route. Anything to get him to open up to me.

He places his hands on my hips and releases a sigh. His dark eyes roam my face before they meet mine. “I blackmailed him.”

I keep my face blank of emotion. He’s being very vague. “Who gave you the information that you needed in order to do that?”

“Your mother.”

My mouth falls open. “What?”

He gently runs his hands up and down my bare thighs. “Your mother called and informed me that your father was in debt. That he had been skimming from the bank for years. She wanted to protect you. Said that you weren’t the same since I left, and that she knew a way I could get you back.”

“She set me up?” I whisper.

He sits up, and I go to pull away, but he wraps his arm around my waist to hold me in place. “She knew I wouldn’t walk away from you, and she knew you needed me.”

“But you did walk away from me. And I was doing just fine without you,” I add with bite. He frowns at me. “It all makes sense. Why my stuff was packed … why she never tried to reach out to me …” My voice trails off as my jaw tightens.

“Haven, she did this …”

“For her!” I growl. “She didn’t want Dad to lose her precious house. Her cars. Money. She wanted to make sure she had a backup plan.”

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“How do you know she wasn’t screwing the banks either?”

“Haven …?”

“Does my dad know?” I demand. “That she snitched on him?”

He shakes his head. “He knows that I know he’s in debt and he needed an escape plan, but he has no idea who gave me the intel. I’m not even sure he knows she’s aware of what is going on with the banks.”

“So … what? You gave him five million, and all is good now?” I cross my arms over my chest.

His jaw sharpens, and he looks away from me.

“Luca …”

“I gave him the money in exchange for you and control over all fifteen locations.”

I nod my head once. “To launder money through.” It’s what the Mafia does. So much of their income comes from drugs and other illegal activities. Cash. They have to hide it from the government, and my father’s misfortune was Luca’s ticket.

“What do you expect?” He growls. “For me to live on the straight and narrow?” He cups my face with his free hand. “I love you, Haven. Always have. Always will. I won’t sit here and apologize for finding a way to get you. And if that means I get to make a little money in the meantime, then so be it.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Why five million?”

He gives me a smile. The one I never could tell no. “Because that’s how deep he was.” He grabs my left hand and looks at my ring. “But I would have paid a billion if it meant you were going to be mine forever.”

I fall down onto the bed next to him, and he pulls me into his side. “What about Mia?” I ask. She’s at risk. I’m just not sure from what yet.

He stiffens. “What about her?”

“Why does your father hide her here?”

He lets out a long sigh. “A player never shows his hand.”

The same thing Mia had told me. I close my eyes, hating those words because I know exactly what they mean. “He’s going to use her. Just like my father used me.” Women are handed over like poker chips. She’ll be married off to a man to benefit his father. They’re always trying to climb the ranks. Doesn’t matter how much money they have or how big their mansions are, they always want more. And they use others to profit from it.

He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? It wasn’t a question. And I vow to myself that whatever ends up happening to her, I’ll be there. I may not be able to stop it, but I will not let her feel helpless or lost. I’ll make sure she knows she will always have someone she can call. Who she can run to. I’ll protect her when no one else will. I’ll be the best damn sister since Lord knows her brothers are shit.

I push off the bed, trying to sit up, but he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down. His hand runs up and down my stomach, and a thought hits me. “Why don’t we use a condom?” We never were careful, but the fact that the paperwork mentioned heirs makes me think he wants me to get pregnant now. I don’t remember it saying when I had to produce children. I would think a shotgun wedding would look bad for him and the Bianchi family. But even if I was already knocked up, the wedding is in less than two weeks, so I wouldn’t be showing that fast. And they could always lie and say I had the baby earlier than my delivery date. Happens all the time.

“Because I know you’re on the shot.” He yawns.

“What? How?” Not the answer I was expecting.

“I know that you see Dr. Nelson every three months. Have been since … well, you know.”

I’m not sure what to say to that. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his breathing even out until he slightly snores. And I let out a long sigh. He’s right. I’ve been on the shot for four years now.

“Haven, what’s wrong?” Emilee asks, her heels clanking on the floor while she tries to keep up with me.

“I need the bathroom,” I answer, hurrying.

“Are you gonna get sick?”

We round the corner and come to a quick stop when we see one the Kings leaning up against the men’s bathroom door, holding it closed.

Titan has his arms crossed over his chest, left foot planted on the floor while his right knee is bent, and his black boot is resting on the door behind him. And he has a sucker in his mouth. The moment he sees us, he reaches up and pulls it out with a pop. “What are you two doing out of class?” he questions.

I don’t answer and neither does Emilee because she doesn’t know why I dragged her down the hallway. I picked the least busy hall this early in the morning. College students still roam the halls, but it’s dead right now.

His eyes move from mine to hers. He looks her up and down, lingering on her chest and thighs for a few extra seconds. When they reach her lips, he licks his.

I look at her with raised brows. What have I missed? She turns her head but not before I see the blush on her face.

A noise from inside the bathroom has me taking a step toward him. “What’s going on in there?”

“Nothing. Move along.” Then he winks at Emilee. “You can stay. Need a reminder …?”

“Titan …” She growls but there’s a blush again.

What the hell?