Promises Forgotten

ly be rid of the stupid planning. The idiotic ruse of being the attentive fiancé who cared what flowers were chosen to line the aisle or if they should match th

Jason placed a ha

from the dry bourbon I ordered, I looked back at the five women huddled around a

you be

snapped at him. "Go do you

, I moved to pinch the bridge of my nose. Walking over

t your judgement in all things. I'll be sur

something to make up for it, her eyes lit up. "Of course! Hav

. "I look forward to seeing them

ggling behind me. I motioned my assist

led. He was wanting to

e taking any more calls. Jason, take me home. The rest of

throughout the grou

shop. Not waiting, I opened the back seat and got in. Jason rushed around the car and

hing al

t going to the bar, but the smell of cigars and mal

p my phone with pictures and requests. My mother also thought to chime in that I wasn't

he was. To be fair, my mother was his second wife. Our mom, Aiden and my mom, died of cancer when we were young. That might have been the start of

intuition when it came to business. Part of the deal for my arrangement was that Adrian was not to be set up. Adrian would b

is place when he needed to be. I wondered if I still needed to go through with this stupid marriage after that, but I was in too far, too deep now. We would

d meeting th

e penthouse. I nodded, knowing he was l

their n

marriage and the merger between the two compan

on the other because of some illegal business that they had worked on or with. I didn't have that. I had nothing in my closet, minus the blank 6 months of memor

n. I'll see you

n. Try to ge

e doors opened. The hallway had large potted plants and two beautiful works of art on the wall. No one got to appreciate them unless they were coming into my

ation to get off the elevator at my floor. But today I didn't want to be disturbed. Only two other people have access to

he wind was calming. My arms rested on the railing as I took a sip. It felt empty. I used to love this view. Love this city. Love the life I had but ever since the accident, everything changed. A piece of me w

pped on the bed. The sheets were silk and cool. Closing my eyes, I tried to remember the last time I just laid in bed in the middle of the afternoon. Years? At least two. A quick

as saying, it was muffled but my eyes were focused on the men pouring out of the vehicles. Their guns raised and a few of them shot into th

fter what your old man did." One of the men said, a thic

father's company. We didn't do anythi

s were the rest of their faces, almost

tand that he can't fuck with the Italian Mafia and get away with it. H

d I backed up a few steps,

o something, s

ace was blurry, but her voice rang with a de

With one phone call, I can make New York yours. Taking over the Irish and even the American mafia. I know you have been battling them in order to gain

forth between themselves and the

you said you weren't in

a choice. Not after..." I looked down at the girl in my

up and pointed the gun at me. "Sorry, k

ck and falling to the ground. My arms grabbed the woman, who was now in front of me, and I felt the force of the bullet hit us both. Blood splattered all o

t's go. P

ed away. Once my vision cleared, I looked at the woman laying on my chest

he wasn't responding though. "Love! Please no! God, please no!" I screamed, trying to sit up. C

world seemed to slow. The police pulled up and got out of their vehicles. The people

er neck as I pulled her close. "Save her...please..." Tear