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**Tropes:**
- Arranged Marriage
- Age Gap
- Polyamory
- Bodyguard

-Mafia

**Content Warnings:
- Murder
- Death of a Parent
- Virgin Bride
- Consensual Somnophilia
- CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)
- Bondage
- Gunplay
- Knife Play

- Rape

**Kinks:
- Consensual Somnophilia
- CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)
- Bondage
- Gunplay
- Knife Play
- Sexting
- Phone Sex
- Public Sex
- Breeding Kink
- Choking
- Hair-Pulling
- Sex Toys
- Humiliation Kink
- Praising
- BDSM

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The Grim: So today, after months of trying to get in contact with Roman Perez for an interview with his hidden daughter, they reached out to us and offered an exclusive sit-down. Everyone, please welcome Roman Perez’s daughter—Winter Perez-Singer.

Winter: Just Winter Perez-Singer is fine.

The Grim: So, Winter, where were you born?

Winter: I was actually born here, but I was raised in the States—hence the lack of an accent. My mother was Afro-Greek, and my father, as you know, is Roman—he's white British.

The Grim: And what do you do for a living?

Winter: I run a social media account centered around cooking, which is monitored by my father’s team. I also practice ballet as a side hobby. Most people might not believe this, but I also contribute to multiple charities—not because my father makes me, but because I begged him to let me do it.

The Grim: Wow. So, what motivated you to start doing that?

Winter: I work with and help out at several homeless shelters. I believe everyone deserves a warm meal and a safe bed—basic human dignity.

The Grim: Okay, fun question—if you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Winter: Baklava. My father made sure I was raised, from ages one to five, by a nanny who shared my mother’s heritage. She used to make it all the time, and I fell in love with her cooking. When I’d come home for the summers, she’d always make it for me. Sadly, she passed away.

The Grim: Do you have a favorite band, podcast, or brand?

Winter: I love listening to Tallulah La. She’s a fellow influencer—mostly beauty content—but she also tells these incredible stories and teaches us about her Native roots. She’s so inspiring.

Author’s Note:
At first, I wasn’t sure how to include Tiger Lily in this story, but I didn’t want to erase her. As someone who is half Native and doesn’t know much about that side of their family, I will always advocate for more stories and representation for Native Americans.

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Tahlia: I'm only doing this as a favor—because you deleted that piece you wrote slandering my husband, our family, and the mafia we work for.

The Grim: If you don’t know who her husband is—he’s Roman Perez’s right-hand man. Also known as the sexy bodyguard lurking in the background of every photo with Roman’s daughter. I mean… he could protect me any day.

Tahlia: Watch it. I keep my knife sharp.

The Grim: Touchy, are we? I’m just stating facts. But okay, let’s get into the interview.

Tahlia: Yes, let’s get to the point.

The Grim: So, after some light blackmail, we’ve managed to secure an exclusive with Tahlia Solkov—a famous chemist and a woman of many talents.

The Grim: Tahlia, where were you born?

Tahlia: I was born here. My mother is Russian-Dutch, and my father is British. I speak German, French, Dutch, Russian, English—and I also know sign language.

The Grim: Six languages? That’s impressive. What’s something you live by?

Tahlia: Why do women kill? Because men make it easy. And before the men start with "not all men,"—it’s enough of them to make women feel the need to carry a pocket knife, taser, or pepper spray just to feel safe.

The Grim: Wow. Motivated and unapologetic.

Tahlia: I help teach women’s self-defense classes. They're not just for women either—we host co-ed sessions too. Everyone deserves to feel safe.

The Grim: I love that. Safety for all—and I see you and Jameson are marketing that beautifully.

The Grim: Alright, fun question—if you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Tahlia: Chicken Kiev. I make it for my son when he visits. But honestly, you can’t go wrong with pizza. Jamie brings home a box almost every Friday.

The Grim: Yes—making men useful. Love to see it.

The Grim: Last one—do you have a favorite band, podcast, or brand?

Tahlia: I’m hooked on The Manchester Murders. It’s a true crime podcast that highlights victims the police ignore. It holds law enforcement accountable and puts pressure on them to do better.

The Grim: I’m definitely checking that out—on The Grim.

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Jameson: I don’t take kindly to your weak attempt at blackmail, but Winter’s a fan of your column—so I gave in.

The Grim: Winter. Your boss’s daughter. How close would you say you two are? Closer than people think? I’m not supposed to mention this, but off the record—(Winter gave us permission to publish this)—she describes Bell as a “sexy badass mentor”… and you two? A weirdly annoying relationship.

Jameson: Are you implying I’m having an affair with my boss’s daughter? I have an amazing wife—the mother of my child. If I so much as caught a feeling for another woman, Tahlia would slit my dick and balls clean off when I least expect it.

The Grim: Murder vibes! Love to see it. Touch him and die—it’s giving power couple. But I mean, if Winter were into you, who could blame her? Look at you. I’d let you crush me with your biceps. But Winter doesn’t seem to want you—she wants to be a sandwich.

(Author’s Note: Winter having a crush on both of them isn’t a spoiler—it’s mentioned in the prologue and is a major thread throughout the book.)

Tahlia (from offscreen): Can we please stay on topic?

The Grim: Right, right. So, Jameson, how is it working for Roman Perez? One day you're handling security for the most powerful man alive, and now you're… babysitting his daughter?

(Cue Winter entering barefoot in daisy jean shorts and a white blouse, clearly unaware she’s on camera.)

(Author’s Note: Grim can see them, but they can’t see Grim. The Grim’s identity remains hidden behind their logo.)

Jameson: Darling, you're in the frame. And you're in a bra.

Winter: It’s not a bra, Mr. Barrie, it’s a blouse. You’re showing your age, Mr. Grumpy. Besides, my dad’s team approved all my outfits. Are you saying you know better than his team?

Tahlia (calling out): Winter. Shirt. Now.

Winter: Okay, Tahlia.

Jameson: Why do you listen to her but act like a brat to me?

Winter: Because, Mr. Barrie, I love a woman in power. You are just on my daddy’s payroll. Besides, I was in the pool.

Tahlia: Okay, but you're dripping water all over the floor and Mr. Barrie is on a call.

Jameson: Brat.

Winter: Don’t act like you don’t love it when I’m bratty, Mr. Barrie. But don’t worry, Tahlia—I’ll be good. I’m going back to sunbathe. Just… don’t watch me, Jameson. I don’t like being watched.

The Grim: Wow. Wholesome chaos. I bet you two have your hands full with that one.

Jameson: You get one more comment like that and this interview’s over.

The Grim: Noted. Okay—Jameson, where were you born?

Jameson: Here. Never really left except for work trips.

The Grim: That’s impressive. I don’t think I could stay in one place that long. What’s something you live by?

Jameson: Sometimes a game of messy murder is the only way to get what you want.

The Grim: Poetic. You and your wife seem grounded, even in this chaos. Do you ever hit rough patches?

Jameson: Sure. There are moments we feel like we’re on opposite sides—but we always come back together in the end.

The Grim: I love that. You and Tahlia? A dangerously perfect match.

The Grim: Alright—fun question. If you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Jameson: Winter forces us to eat together a lot. Besides her obsession with takeout, we usually go for Thai or something Asian-inspired.

The Grim: She seems to be around often. Would you say you have a soft spot for her?

Jameson: She’s my boss’s daughter. It’s my job to be protective.

The Grim: Understandable. I heard she’s single now. Will you still feel protective when she starts dating?

Jameson: I won’t have a say—but if the person she chooses doesn’t respect her? They’ll have to deal with me.

The Grim: As they should. Last question—do you have a favorite band, podcast, or brand?

Jameson: Lately, I’ve been into Greek culture and historical studies.

The Grim: Does this sudden interest have anything to do with our Neverland princess?

Jameson: No. I just think if I’m going to have her in my home, I should understand that side of her.

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My whole life has been planned since the second I was born. I was never my own, not the moment I escaped my mother's womb, not even when I killed her doing it. My father had a strict set of rules. I was raised by nannies until I was old enough to be shipped off to prestigious boarding schools in America. He called me back to England after years of silence. Last I heard, he chose not to have more children, which made me his only heir.

Funny, right? I was only considered his child now.

I didn't want to go. I mean, why should I? I owe Roman nothing. If anything, what's being I should let him rot with the thought that he will never have acesse to me again. But withholding my trust fund that crossed a line. I wasn't worried about the money. I mean, sure, billions of dollars is amazing, but keeping things that belonged to my mother, someone I never even had the chance to know, isn't right.

It was only for two months. That’s what he promised: sit in on meetings, show up at family dinners, go to events, just show face. While I was there, I could keep track of my cooking and day-in-the-life videos I do. His team did have to look through it, but I shouldn’t be surprised about that. If I can do all that in the span of two months, I can have my trust in full. It wasn’t hard, and I wasn’t complaining other than the fact that I had to play nice for a man who was never in my life, other than a few phone calls and checks. I mean, I also don’t have anyone here besides James, my ex who is now one of my closest friends. All my family on my mother’s side are in Greece and don’t talk to me. The only one who doesn’t make an effort to form a relationship with me is my grandmother.

II walk over to Tick Tock, my axolotl that I rescued from an abusive pet store a year ago.

“It’s two months. I mean, we can do it, right? Think about all the content we could get,” I tell her.

I don’t know when Roman’s men are supposed to come and retrieve me, but I’ve been talking to someone named Jameson Barrie. He claims to be Roman’s right-hand man, and even Roman himself, based on the last time I spoke with him, confirmed Mr. Barrie’s claims. The last update I received from anyone on Roman’s team was a month ago, saying I’d know when they arrived.

I stop dead in my tracks, like a deer caught in headlights, when I see a man who’s about six-four standing by my door.

"Ms. Perez, it's Jameson Barrie. We spoke over email," a voice calls out.

"Mr. Barrie, hasn't anyone told you that breaking into someone's home with a stolen key and claiming to be someone I only spoke to through email is a little suspicious?" I say.

I look up, and I don't think I've ever been flustered by a human being before. My gods, he was attractive. Black hair, brown eyes, a touch of stubble on his face.

"How old are you, Mr. Barrie?"

"Thirty-eight," he says, not breaking from his guarded stance.

Older. Attractive. The kind of man who'd look amazing in reading glasses. Salt-and-pepper hair one day. Definitely going to age well.

"Are you married, Mr. Barrie? I ask because I see the ring on your finger, and well... I'm nosy."

He raises an eyebrow, pulls out his phone, and starts typing. A few seconds later, my laptop dings. I open it and tap the notification.

Jameson Barrie. Age: 38. Married. Father. Works under Roman Perez. The picture on the file is of the man standing in front of me.

"That should answer all your questions," he says.

It could be forged. I mean, I’ve never seen how he looked until now. I have nothing to go off prior to this meeting. And before I had a chance to question him further, Leo and Zenny rushed into the apartment.

“Winter, who are you talking to?” Zenny asked.

She locked eyes with Mr. Barrie before shaking his hand, Leo following suit, so they clearly knew each other. Good. I could let my guard down. I trust them more than anyone else. Leo is my bodyguard, but I also consider him like a father to me. He’s been here longer than I can remember, same with Zenny. She raised me.

"Mr. Ivanov , you weren't supposed to leave your post," Barrie says sharply.

"It's fine, Mr. Barrie. They went to get breakfast," I lie.

"Then where's your food, Ms. Perez?" he asks.

I tap my fingers against my palm, scrambling to come up with something believable. I couldn't tell him the truth because that would also mean I would have to tell Zenny and Leo the truth that I made them go get breakfast so that they be alone because I've been trying to get them together for years. I mean they clearly love each other after years of working with each other. I stare at Leo who is a fifty-four year old Russian man with icy blue eyes and black hair to help me out but he's just staring at Zenny a dark-skin afro-greek women with doe brown eye and long black braids. Fine, I have to get out of this on my own. Barrie clears his thorat still waiting for a answer.

"A bird ate it," I say.

Another voice enters the room.

"I don't have time for these childish games. A bird ate my pizza, a dog wasted my time. Winter, please tell me you're packed and ready to go."

I turn to Zenny and Leo. They stay quiet. Leo looks more shocked than Zenny, and that's when it hits me.

Roman.

"Roman, your men need to learn a thing or two about manners. I could've been naked when he broke in," I say.

"He didn't break in. This building is one of my investments," he replies.

His investment? 

So what else has Roman secretly bought his way into? He never had time for me, but he had time to make investments in places, in things that revolved around my life. Always close enough to control but never close enough to care.

“You know what, Roman? Fuck this. You had time for investments but not time for your own daughter. God, you’re a joke,” I bark.

He steps toward me like he's about to strike, but Barrie moves in front of me immediately, with Leo at his side.

“Step down, boys. I learned years ago the only monsters are in your head, and if you don’t waste your time on them, they disappear. Like my father here, for example,” I said.

Roman walked over to me, staring like he was studying my every feature.

'You looks so much like her it's scary," he says.

The room grew silent. I don’t know if they all knew who he was referring to, but I did. Athens Singer Aetos. The woman I begged my father to tell me about during my three minute phone calls with him back in pre k. All the other girls raved about having moms, and I had no one. All he ever gave me was her name, and for five years after that, until I found my grandmother thanks to Zenny, that was all I knew.

"Can you tell me about her? I mean, Yaya is kinda secretive about her," I say.

(Author note: Winter rarely speaks Greek in the book, and when she does, it isn’t perfect. She only speaks it with her grandmother and Zenny, so her phrasing won’t always be correct.)

"Everyone leave now. I want to talk to my daughter."

Roman's voice is powerful. Commanding. Like a king. And just like that, everyone follows the order. They leave one by one.

I shift to the far side of the studio, away from him. His daughter. Funny how I'm his daughter now.

But I still want to hear what he has to say.

"Why now?" I ask. "I mean, I know there's drama with the heir stuff, but you're the great Roman Perez. You couldn't get out of it?"

"Not this time, Winter. I couldn't bring myself to have children after Athens, I didn't want to disturb your life. But I need you," he says.

Well, I needed you. Where the hell were you all my life? I'm doing this for my trust. I don't want your money. I just want my mom's stuff, I reply.

He doesn't say anything. I glance up, confused. I don't know what kind of hold Roman has over Mr. Barrie, but he hasn't moved from the doorframe once. I can't stop staring. Something about him is magnetic. Dangerous.

"What's the deal with him? You must be blackmailing him," I say.

"That's another story for another day. You have less than an hour to pack what you actually need and be downstairs,"Roman says. He turns toward the door, then looks back at me.

"This will be good for us."

I watch him disappear from view, leaving me with Barrie. I circle around him, smiling. What did he do to make a man like Roman keep him so close? I want to know what makes him tick and then use it against him. It's the only way I'll survive these next two months.

"What's the deal with you? I mean, you're not overly loyal like Leo is," I say.

He raises a finger to silence me like I'm a child. Rude. If this was the quality of my Roman's men, I wasn't impressed. I didn't know exactly what Roman did, and I didn't want to. I'd learned early not to ask. Being his daughter didn't make me immune.

"What's the risk if you don't bring me back to England? I only ask because you seem indebted to him," I press.

He steps away from the doorframe. I watch him as he takes one of his hand gripping it to both my arms . I have half a mind to play Little Red Riding Hood in some faux roleplay. Then his lips brush my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

"You can try to run. I'll catch you and tie you up," he says without hesitation.

I grin, tilting my head to look back at him, flashing a smile that could kill. God, if he let me, I'd let him choke me and fuck me right here.

"Bondage? Never been a fan," I tease. 

"But I don't mind it. What'll you use, your belt?"

I back up, smirking.

He doesn't laugh.

Instead, he grabs my ponytail, yanking me toward him. Dangerous. But maybe that's what I wanted.

"Little darling princess," he sneers. "If I wanted to bend you to my will and tie you up, a belt wouldn't be what I used. You act out because you crave a father's attention. But you'll listen, because you need someone to tell you what to do. On the plane, I'll hand you a file. Study it. If you have questions? No, you don't. Now, can I trust that I can let go of your hair and you'll behave?"

I nod.

He raises an eyebrow, and somehow, it makes him even more attractive. Dark eyes. Black hair. Stubble. Pale skin. A scar trailing down his right eye. Then, the second he lets go of my hair, I bolt. Not to cause trouble. Just because what's the fun in giving up so easily? No shoes. No shirt. Just booty shorts and a sports bra. I want him to know these next months won't be easy for him. I sprint down the hallway, passing James from across the hall. 

"Hi! I'm running from a tall English guy who I think can break my dry spell," I shout.

A voice I didn't expect.

"I never understood what James found so interesting in America that she'd uproot her life for it. Scared the hell out of her mother."

I turned.

No. No way.

For fuck’s sake, it really is a small world. Just my luck, my ex is my bodyguard’s kid. How did I not see this coming? This is probably one of the cheesiest plot twists in a romance book. I mean, I should have seen it earlier because they are a carbon copy of each other.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me. Don't tell me this is the girl you came to get, Dad," James said.

Mr. Barrie wrapped his arms around me, locking me in place, holding me tight. I'd be losing my shit if I didn't actually like being held by him.

"Hey, James?" I smirked. "Are your parents, like, fully together or is it one of those on-and-off situations? Do you have pictures of your mom?"

"Winter! My parents are together. Leave them alone," James groaned.

Barrie threw me over his shoulder as he walked us back over to my apartment James following right behind, I guess to make sure I don't screw her father but If I were to have her father rearrange my inside I think everyone one in the building would know the way I screamed his name would be proof enough.

"We were supposed to be on the plane an hour ago so what I need you to do is shit your ass down and just shake your head when you approve of the things I pack.' He says 'Do you think you could do that

All I do is nod.

Hook

( Two hours before meeting Winter)

II don’t know what is so special about this Winter girl that Roman had to wake me up in the middle of the night, make his whole team get on a plane, and fly across the ocean just to help him retrieve her from her home in the States.

I stare at the image clipped to the file he handed me. She is nineteen, with grey eyes, wavy light brown hair, and brown skin dusted with freckles.

I flip through the cheat sheet. She likes tacos, hates pizza. She is a dog person but owns an axolotl. She even got arrested during a protest, all for that same axolotl.

I walk over to Roman.

"What's so special about this girl, Roman? They're already thinking about kicking you out as the head of the family. And this? This is how you spend your time? Running to the States for a girl with no ties to you? You need an heir, not a random girl who doesn't even look like you."

Rowan would be rolling in his grave if he saw what his son had turned the business into. When Rowan was in charge, he killed when necessary, handled business clean, and was respected and feared. Roman? Roman was the opposite. My old friend was never taken seriously. His men talked about him behind his back. No fear. No respect.

The only alliance still standing from his father's reign had long since disappeared. Now, he is grasping at straws, trying to win over Preston Phillips as if that will fix everything.

"She's the key for me to get out of all of this," Roman says.

Still not making any goddamn sense.

"You're seriously thinking of kidnapping some American girl and parading her around as your daughter? The timeline doesn't even make sense."

Roman just stares at the file, quiet for a beat too long.

"I had a daughter back in secondary School," he finally says. "Athens was her mother. After she died, I sent Winter to the States for her protection. I didn't want her raised in this life. But now—" he pauses "I need her. Not just for the alliance. I couldn't have bare myself to move on from Athens . I just want to know my daughter."

When the fuck was he planning to tell me he had a daughter?

The issue still stands. He's ready to uproot a girl from her life after hiding her like some dirty little secret.

My loyalty to the Perez family runs deeper than anything. Rowan Perez gave me everything when I had nothing. I was just an orphan, my parents dead over a small bag of dust. Rowan gave me purpose. A home. A name.

And when he died, that loyalty didn't die with him. It transferred to his son, my longtime friend.

Now it all makes sense. Why Roman dropped out of school. Why he was desperate to prove himself to his father. Why he forced his way into the family business like he had something to prove.

"Is that why you dropped out? Because you had Winter?" I asked, my voice sharp. "You were willing to give everything up for your family but abandon your daughter in the process?"

"I didn't abandon her," Roman said, quieter now, like he was trying to convince himself. "I couldn't be what she needed. She needed Athens. I'll never be that."

I didn't know much about Athens. I only met her once, at a party back at our old boarding hall. But I remember her. Everyone did. She lit up the room just by walking into it. Dark-skinned, Afro-Greek, commanding without trying. Every time Roman was near her, it was obvious. He was in love.

"You say you couldn't be what she needed," I said, my voice rising. "What she needed was family. A father. Someone to prove she wasn't alone. Not guards. Not nannies. You."

"Me and Tahlia... we couldn't do it right either. Not with James. But we tried. We made it work, even when it was hard."

I had my child when I was nineteen. Joined the Army to support my family. There was no excuse to abandon his daughter and leave her to be raised by other people when he was alive and well enough to be there.

"Jameson, you're one of my oldest friends, but I don't need to explain myself further to you," he says.

I take the folder and move away from him. I have to remember that, yes, I'm his friend and his right-hand man—but he's still my boss.

I walk over to Lauren, who's studying the same file, eyes flicking to another folder beside Winter's. Lauren Kingston had been what Rowan used to call a lost boy. She earned his trust by killing her coke'd-out parents when she was just sixteen. After Rowan died, she transferred that loyalty to his son. She always said that if Rowan believed in Roman, then we all should—because Roman saved us all.

"I take it as his second-hand man you didn't know about this mystery daughter?" she asks.

"When the fuck did you piece it together?"

'It wasn't hard to piece together when he first started explaing it he talked about her like a protected figure in her life.' She says

I'm not shocked that he choose not to tell me I mean there some things I don't tell him everything I don't owe him anything I don't need to.

'How Tahlia?' She asked changing the subject

'Do we really think it's appropriate we should be having a conversation about my wife?' I say

'Hey she was into more than you were last night.' She says

Tahlia was all for spicing up a marriage that didn't need it. I was all for it at first, but who needs that much sex? It felt bland. Limp. Forced.

I stayed silent, moved away from everyone, and went back to studying my file. I needed something to pass the time. It was going to be a long seven-hour flight.

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Lauren and two of the armed guards stayed on the plane. Roman informed us that Winter knew we were here for her, and all we had to do was retrieve the girl and go.

"I think this is a good time to inform you that I've been paying for James's medical school, and her whole move to the States was to befriend and keep an eye on Winter. I moved her into one of the buildings I own, the same one Winter also stays in," Roman said.

When Tahlia finds out that Roman has been using our child as a pawn to watch over his daughter, she's going to lose it. That's the real reason she moved to the States. Tahlia blamed herself for weeks, thinking James left because we didn't support her when she came out as nonbinary. She's going to kill Roman when she learns he had a hand in driving her child away.

Speaking of the devil, Tahlia must have sensed we were talking about her. I took my phone out of my pocket and answered the call.

"Did he grab the girl already? Just yank her out of the States and bring her here. And bring my baby back with you," she said.

"And if James doesn't want to come back? What then? Are you going to uproot her life too?" I told her.

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(Warning: This chapter mentions past rape (not towards or by the FMCs or MMC). If this is triggering, please skip this book as it will be referenced again.)

"Married? Tell me about her, Mr. Barrie," Winter says.

"Oh, Tahlia is one terrifying woman," I reply calmly.

"Scary. Sexy. My favorite thing in a woman," she mutters. "What's life without a little danger, Mr. Barrie?"

We get to her door. It is still wide open, untouched, no unwelcome visitors, no Roman. My hands are still wrapped around her waist. She is not fighting me, and she seems calmer.

"Mr. Barrie, you know you can put me down. I won't run. Or do you like holding me?" she says.

I put her down. She has a smart mouth, I will give her that. She walks over to her closet, taking out one suitcase and a duffel bag. Does she even know she is going to be there for longer than six months? There is no reason for her to pack. Roman's people will burn everything from her old life and start anew. She turns and looks at me like I am disturbing her.

"You don't know what Roman has planned for you, do you? He is marrying you off. They are planning on upstaging him because he has no heir. He thinks that since he has you back, he has his control, his power," I tell her.

All she does is laugh, like I did not just tell her that the father who is coming back into her life after years of absence is the biggest joke in the world. Like her life is a mere joke to her. And in this moment, I do not know if I should be scared for her or for Roman.

"I'm not surprise Mr.Barrie, I mean why are you not shocked that I'm not also using him I mean I willingly accepted him coming back into my life and am uprooting my life for a man who was to busy to give a damn about me." She say

Winter thinks she cunning but she doesn't know Preston Phillips the man, the devil she getting herself into by trying to play with Roman. I don't think Roman himself even knows what he fully got himself into.

"What's his name?" She asked

She walks over to her laptop waiting for me to give her his name, I would have thought Leo would have informed her about all this about... him. I watch as she typed out his name the second her the page light up her face she looks like she about to throw up her face was a little paler than the shade of light brown it was prior. She pushed the laptop off of her.

"Does Roman know what he did to that girl in a college? I mean he raped her the cops are saying he left her with brusing so bad she scared to look herself in the mirror they're saying she hates touching her face because she can still feel his fingers on her body." Winter says sick

I can't look her and give her that answers how do you tell someone your father knows he's sending you in the arms of a rapist who will probably do the same to her.

(Spoiler: She will never be alone with Preston)

"He does and still pushing me into his direction... my god I was just going to get my trust and he willinging sending me into the arms of a rapist. And god you're no better you knew and didn't say anything." She yells

"You're right, but I will not leave you alone with him. I knew, but Roman wants me to stand by your side, protect you, and that includes from himself." I tell her

She looks at me like I broke her heart. I just met her and she already has me feeling like I'm a monster. She distances herself away from me and whatever little trust we just built is shattered in a spare second.

"No, if you hid this from me what else are you lying about? I mean how do I know you won't be the one to hold me down and let Preston or any of his men bend me at their will." She says

She notices one of Tahlia's old daggers I got her on our first date before she upgraded to butterfly knives. I pull it out of my pocket. Based on looking at her, you would assume her soul flew out of her body.

"My job is to protect you, darling, but if at any moment you feel scared or uneasy by anyone or let alone me, I give you my full word to stab me. I won't fight you. Take the knife, and I'll teach you how to use it to undermine people." I say

(Spoiler: There will be a steamy scene with Tahlia and knives that Jameson walks in on.)

I walk over to her and pick up the dagger. She walks away from me. I pull her over me in one swift move like it was nothing. I wrap her hand around the handle, bringing her hands up to my chest, showing I'm complying with her wishes to hurt me. I let her hand go, watching as the dagger stays steady on my chest. She looks like she's going to cry as her chest rises. She drops the dagger and runs to the other side of the room.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you were going to make me do that. Mr. Barrie, please don't make me do that again." She says, tears swelling in her eyes and her voice beginning to crack.

I watch her drop to the floor. I lock eyes with her. The gray in her eyes is almost shining due to the tears. I don't know when Leo came in, but he rushed to her side.

'What the hell are you doing in here to her?' Leo yells, charging after me. 'You may be Roman's right hand man, but that wo'

'Mr. Ivanov, I owe you nothing, but I do have an alliance to Rowan. That is true, but now that alliance is transferred to Ms. Singer, who should have been told about the truth she was moving to Manchester. You are directly also at fault for this reaction,' I tell him.

Winter jumps up, storming over to him like she is a woman of storm. She looks at Leo with clear disappointment, the same Leo who trained me, who didn't have a family because he said he couldn't see himself getting attached to something as a sad excuse of what a family is. His face looks sheer of nothing, like all his hope is gone.

'You knew that I was going to be shipped off to a monster, and you didn't say anything. Leo, I expect this from Roman, but not you. Leo, you were like, no, Leo, you were a father to me,' she cries.

My eyes are drawn to her. She looks back at me. 'Winter, get up. People below you should never have power over you. Preston, in this moment, is nobody to you, and he will remain nobody to you as long as you let him be. Now get up, take the dagger, and let's go.'

I'm not saying this to be mean. Her life is in my hands, but I will not have others take advantage of her, Roman, Leo, or even that fucker Preston. She will learn how to fight and stand on her own, the same Rowan did for me, the same I did for James. I know she is capable of fighting back because she fought back with me earlier. She gets up, her gaze on Leo. She looks like a woman in fury, her fingernails digging into her palm, her gray eyes still wet with tears. She closes them.

Leo, I'm sorry... Mr. Ivanov, you're fired as my bodyguard. I think I wasted enough time on a liar. I mean, over the years you lied about your true colors. No, wait, that was a lie—you were honest about how I was nothing more than a paycheck on Roman's payroll. Because if you did care for me, you would have warned me that I would be arranged to lie next to in bed with a rapist and who could possibly be my biggest monster,' she says.

Leo walks over to her to defend himself, but she turns away from him. I block him, moving in front of her. Ever since that moment, I've been hers.

A YEAR LATER...

(There will be present and past scenes exploring the relationship and the first meeting with Preston.)

"Jamie I would have thought Lauren would have gotten back to you about the schedule between this and dress shopping for the Phillips’ dinner in a month, Roman’s surprise meetings, and filming content for my channel," she says.

She clearly had plans to meet me in the gym based on the fact she is in her sports bra and leggings and her hair is in that sharp, pointy ponytail I hate. She does not look up at me as she goes back and forth with emails or whatever bullshit she is working on where she cannot look at me. She finally aims her eyes to look at me when she realizes I am not leaving.

"Jamie, he will not let me stall anymore on this dress shopping for the dinner. I have tried. I mean, last week it was my period, the week before that I was sick. It is getting to the point he is setting me up with a gynecologist. I cannot abandon my channel. I mean, I have Lauren writing bullshit apology notes on why I am less active," I say.

She goes back to her laptop, typing something up. My patience is growing slow every second she comes up with some bullshit excuse. If she looks at that damn laptop one more time, I do not think I can stop myself from taking it out of her hand and throwing it in the third floor pool. I walk over to her desk to see what is so important that it is taking away our self-defense time. She has four boutique web tabs open, a video editor, and an email tab.

"Darling, you have five seconds to close the laptop before I close it for you," I tell her.

She looks up and I expect her to be annoyed, but she is smirking, one of those I-know-what-you-are smirks. She gets up, walking toward the door where I now stand.

"Mr. Barrie, if you missed me you should have just said that. You did not have to act like you need our twice weekly training sessions," she says.

Rowan does not understand why I push these sessions. If he is not going to protect Winter, then I just have to teach her to do it herself. She is practically bouncing on the way to the gym. I mean, she is like a cartoon princess. I would not be surprised if she starts in song when she gets up in the morning.

"Jamie, you did miss me, right? I mean, I can just tell based on the lack of annoyance on your face today when you looked at me," she says.

Between this and having to listen to her flirt with my wife over breakfast like I was not even there, she knows how to get under my skin. I do not know when she stopped walking, but she is just dead staring at me now.

"Do you still have the dagger I gave you?" I ask.

"Jamie, when will we start over with the chasing lessons? I mean, I am dying for you to blindfold me and send me out to the woods until I trip on a rock as your body weight crushes me," she says.

"Darling, your delusion is beautiful," I tell her.

That over-the-edge smile, like a kid on Christmas, is pasted on her face as she circles around me. She presses her hand to her chest.

"Thank you, Jamie. You truly see me," she says.

I sometimes wonder what I got myself into when I agreed to be her bodyguard, but I do not regret it. Winter makes the job a little more sane. She touches my arm, knocking me out of my state of dissociation.

'"Mr. Barrie, how long do you think we have until Lauren comes in and tells me I have an event that was not on my schedule an hour ago that she was so nice enough to add for me?" Winter groans.

She steps into the padded room. She places her camera on the three-legged phone stand. Maybe James is right, I am getting old because I do not know what the damn thing is.

"And you are sure you do not mind me using our training ? I mean, I will probably still need to record like thirty minutes and then I will make sure your face is hidden," she scrambles.

"Winter, I do not mind it if it means you will get in the gym for our sessions. Then record away," I tell her.

"Thank you. I think my fans love when you are in a video with me. I mean, it is in all of my comments on the Grim asking if I hooked up with you yet," she says.

(The Grim is a mix of TikTok, YouTube, and Instagram. There are no restrictions on what can be posted.)

Even after I agreed, she still props the phone away from me. She does a mental note for her to know what part she is adding these clips to and then walks back over to me.

"Please go easy on me, Mr. Barrie. I do not think my ego could handle it otherwise," she jokes.

Every lesson it is always the same thing. Her stance is off or her grip is not tight. I try not to go hard on her, but I cannot go easy on her because she will think everyone will. I do not expect her nails to be dug into her palms to the point that they bleed, but I want to see some markings when we are done.

"Winter, if your grip… if it is easy to break, then your opponent will use that," I tell her.

She jammed her fist into the punching bag it sway probably no more than inches from where it started. She doesn't want this because if she did she would try her it seems like she trying to act cute for the camera. I walk over to the three-leg stand and disconnect the broadcast, she will get nowhere if she trying to impress others if this is what she wants I'll just give up now. We've been on this for a year now and she's still not getting how this isn't a joke Preston isn't a Joke.

'We can just give up you don't want this and I'm not going to waste my time training you for something.' I say handing her phone

She sighs before looking up. Whatever had her gaze pulls her back to the punching bag in front of her and she goes back to hitting it. Every strike lands harder, sharper, each punch improving the second her fist touches the mat.

I glance toward the door. Roman is standing next to Preston. The sight of his grin makes my stomach turn as he checks out Winter, his piercing blue eyes scanning every inch of her. I look back at Winter. She is no longer just working the bag. Her fists are balled tight, her swings heavier, her breathing picking up.

"You guys need to leave now. Winter doesn’t need a crowd. She doesn’t need to feed into an audience," I tell them.

"I don’t even get why she needs to learn how to fight. When we’re married, the only places she needs to be are in the kitchen and in our bed. She’ll be busy serving me and taking care of our kids, unless they’re our sons," Preston says.

Winter hears it. He wasn’t exactly quiet, and even from across the room she catches every word. She starts walking over, and based on her pace, I swear I can see smoke rising off her shoes. I step in front of her, blocking him. I told her from day one Preston would never be left alone with her, and I intend to keep that promise.

Preston leans to the side, peeking over my shoulder to get another look at her. I want to pluck every single blonde strand from his smug head.

"Actually, I don’t mind you working out because I intend for you to keep this figure for as long as I’m married to you. I don’t want an ugly, fat wife," he says.

"That’s funny, because I don’t intend to make it past the engagement with you. Hear this as a promise: I will never be your wife," she spits at him.

Then she laughs.

"Winter, like it or not, he is to be your husband, and Jameson—"

“Roman, keep in mind the mafia profits are still in a manageable place because of me,” I say.

Roman wouldn’t be as far as he has been without me. After secondary school, having a kid, I had no business coming back to Neverland. I mean, why would I? I was climbing the ranks and doing well. But Rowan offered me three-quarters of the mafia shares, a seat at the table. Who was I to say no? I only agreed to come back if those agreements never changed. I’m assuming Rowan never informed Roman about our deal. Preston is tearing down everything Rowan set out to build with a string of questionable choices by the Perez bloodline.

“Now, you can get the fuck out of the gym and let us finish, or we can find another place to go. But Roman, I can promise you one thing: Winter is not leaving with him,” I demand.

“Mr Barrie, for a year now I’ve been trying to get alone with my wife and you’ve been a thorn at my side, always going against it. I understand you want to protect her, but Mr Barrie, you don’t need to protect her from me,” Preston says.

“You’re trying to talk to me with the little humanity I know you don’t have, but you still don’t get it. So I’m going to speak in a way you’ll understand. You talk to Winter Gabriela Singer and I will cut your tongue out and bash in your teeth so you never speak to a soul again. You touch Winter Gabriela Singer and I will slit your fingers and shove them down what’s left of your mouth.”

I don’t need to look at Winter to know she’s enjoying this. She’s smirking at me, her mouth slightly open as she fans herself with her hand, then mouths, Way to go, overprotective Mr Barrie. I like it.

And just like clockwork, Lauren comes in with her tablet, rushing straight over to Winter.

“Winter, we need to start planning content for the wedding, content in general. I mean, numbers are going up when you film with Jameson, but we need those numbers to convert over to you and Preston,” Lauren says.

Winter tries to open her mouth to speak but Lauren cuts in again.

“And don’t get me started on the press for your twenty’s birthday. I mean, we need to capitalize on this. We should’ve been planning content. Your birthday’s in two months.”

Winter ignores Lauren’s attempt to force her birthday into a press stunt. She walks over to where her phone is, then comes back to me. She takes one quick picture of Preston and covers it with the throw-up emoji before wrapping my arm around her neck.

“I feel like we should play up the height difference, Jamie. Don’t be afraid to put your body weight into it. Let your muscles crush me. Let’s give Lauren the engagement content she wants,” Winter says.

She captions the post “That mistake or Mr. Bodyguard,” adding that the top-liked comment will get a date with her, while some nineties song plays on the post. Her eyes flick to Lauren, who’s looking at the post and passing it around the room. The phone lands on me last, like I’m not right in front of her when she posted it.

I try to ignore the fact that she’s using me as a pawn but the look on Lauren’s face says it all. Winter seems proud of herself as she stares at the comments flooding in.

“My favorite comment is ‘Do you think his wife will mark me with her lips all over my face while he holds me down?’” Winter reads aloud and presses send.

I assume Lauren is staring at Winter’s comment because she looks like she just started a war. Winter’s never been one to shy away from her crush on Tahlia. They meet up weekly for little dates and I’m sure if Tahlia had met Winter first, she would have married her.

“What’s true is no matter who they choose, it would never beat my love, Tahlia,” Winter says.

Preston is overly staring at Winter now. I don’t think his eyes have left her, like he’s undressing her with his gaze. She noticed it; she took her hand in mine. I’ve noticed it too, but I didn’t tell her to stop. I, for one, know about finding comfort in the weirdest places. I also know Tahlia would kill me if I just stood here and let Winter feel uncomfortable, and I don’t think I could live with myself if I ignored her knowing she felt this way.

“Winter, you do have a photo shoot with a make-up line called Remy tomorrow, and then tonight you have a club you need to promote,” Lauren says.

“You got your content, and she’s filming our session so she has video for her blog. You can go,” I say, then glare at Preston. “And make sure you take Bollock with you.”

They walk out of the room, with Roman pressing about some business he had to do with Preston, Lauren working through the numbers of the last post on her way out, reminding Winter not to forget to post the blog and some clips of our workout. Winter rolled her eyes but still agreed, propping her phone back on the tripod.

“I heard you and Tahlia opened the marriage after giving it a break for a year. I mean, I didn’t see you as the type to open the marriage,” Winter says.

“I would prefer if you and my wife didn’t talk about my sex life,” I tell her.

I never underestimated how close Winter and Tahlia were. I mean, they flirt with each other; they go on what I could allude to being dates.

“But it’s one of my favorite topics. I mean, we’re going to talk about the girl from last night and Winter’s sexting habits with a random girl off of the Grim,” Tahlia says, making her entrance.

Tahlia was a five-foot-six Russian woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a curvy mid-size frame. Winter runs over to her, wrapping her arms around her before pushing her lips into my wife’s like it was normal.

"God, I love you, Jamie. You mean the world to me," Winter says.

Winter wraps Tahlia’s arm around her neck and they’re just staring at me. One day, I’m going to quit just so I don’t have to deal with this. I swear they’ll be the death of me one day if this line of work doesn’t kill me first.

"How are you, my love?" Tahlia asks.

"Are you—"

"I’m good. Preston came in and tried to get under my skin, but Jamie was here, so I’m grateful," Winter says.

I don’t know why I’m not surprised she wasn’t talking to me. And that nickname is one thing. I mean, Jamie? Why the hell that of all names? And Tahlia enables it. Tahlia sometimes jokes that we should invite Winter into our sex life.

"Princess, your right hook was beautifully done. The wanker had it coming," Tahlia says, her accent coming out strong.

"I didn’t expect that to happen. I mean, he touched my ass and based on your face you looked like you wanted to stab him. It’s cute. I love that my protectors are married," Winter says.

Winter breaks away from Tahlia and goes over to her phone. She does a couple of waves and a lot of weird hand movements. Winter craves attention, which isn’t surprising. Her father was never there, and her fans give it to her while she gives them her raw, full self. Winter’s face turns a shade of red that matches her hair well.

"Oh, you guys are going to hate me but we’re on a live broadcast," Winter informs us.

She doesn’t say anything more as she looks through the questions she’s going to answer. One thing I’ve learned about Winter is she has a good memory when it comes to answering her fans’ questions. Her memory is one of the reasons I can see her being a good leader for the mafia.

“Who’s here? It’s me, Mr. Barrie, and my love Tahlia. I didn’t want to ignore you, my butterflies, but I thought I was filming content on my camera. Since we’re here now, let’s do a Q and A,” she says, trying to save the moment.

I watch her answer some more questions while Tahlia looks at her so supportively from the sideline. I walk over to her. I mean, this will probably be the only time I have to talk to my wife before Winter comes in and takes her.

“You like Winter, right? Like, think about it. She’s going to make someone lucky and happy one day, just not Preston,” Tahlia says.

“Bell, anyone is better than Preston. His goal isn’t just Winter. It’s Neverland. And with Winter, he gets Neverland. She’s just an added bonus. It’s all about control for him,” I tell her.

I mean, the end goal is to make sure she doesn’t end up with him. Almost everyone is fighting against it, not only because he’s a known rapist, but to me, I don’t think Winter could handle anything more going wrong in her life.

“Am I dating Preston Phillips? God no. It’s a forced arranged marriage, and I would rather Zeus himself strike me down than say I do. I’m a girls’ girl, and if anyone has Cadence True, I would love to speak with her. If she doesn’t, I completely understand. But men like this? I believe they deserve to be shamed and publicly put on display. And yes, I understand some may not be ready. I mean this as no pressure. Take your time and know you’re not alone, my lovelies,” Winter professes.

SHe pulls her closer before ending the live and walking over to us. I can already sense Lauren coming in with a binder full of notes about how Winter screwed her over and now she has to go on a press run to fix this.

“Lauren, she’s going to kill you, princess, but before that Roman kills her and brings her back and then kills her again,” Tahlia tells Winter.

“I don’t care. I mean, I’m tired of being quiet. Roman is enabling an abuser, and anyone that sits back is also. So I would like to go back to training if we’re still doing that,” Winter says.

*****

After our session, Winter and Tahlia were already attached at the hip on their way to Winter's room. Right after we finished, Roman sent me a text to come to his study. I can hear him now, going on about how I feed into Winter's obsession that Preston is a rapist. Like I’m spending my day creating a smear campaign against Preston when he does it all on his own.

"Jameson, this is borderline insane, and do you see the comments? I mean, we deleted the post and we’re tracking down anyone who could still spread this even further," Roman says.

"I don’t control Winter. She’s her own person, and I’m not going to treat her like a bloody child because she’s not one. Especially when everything she’s saying is true," I tell him.

Preston sits in his chair playing the victim, like he won’t get on his private aeroplane to his island his family owns and wank his way through the natives and the staff until he has no one or anything else to wank.

"But still, she’s a brat even if I told her not to fight, and it’s not my job to babysit your kid. That was your job twenty years ago, and you failed at it," I say.

He looks at me with the face of a tired father, but he has nobody to blame for this but himself.

"Come on, give me a nudge. How do you expect him to try to win her over if you won’t help?" Roman says.

"I would rather have Bell slit my cock cold off than help you in anything that has to do with that fuck," I say.

I walk from my spot in the corner. This is going nowhere, and I will not stay and waste any more time if he doesn’t respect me enough to ask me to do this. At least respect the fact that your daughter doesn’t want this. I get ready to leave the room, and the second I open the door, Winter is out there staring at me. Her big grey eyes are wide, and a huge smile is on her face. She’s traded her leggings and sports bra for a light blue top resembling a bow with straps and a long white sheer skirt.

"Roman said you need to speak to me, Jamie?" she asks.

I turn back to look at the bastard. Roman always finds a way to get what he wants. I’m not going to waste Winter’s time with this. She’s looking at me, her eyes so full of hope.

"Just try not to get Tahlia too drunk tonight, and if you need me, call," I tell her.

"Awe, Jamie, you’re worried? I assure you, we’ll be on our best behavior. Just drinking, dancing, and talking," she says.

I send her off before going back into Roman’s study.

"I will not be used as a pawn for this, Roman. Go over my head one time about this, and I will forget we were friends."

Chapter Text

( A year ago)

The girl is the first one to get off the plane, wearing a hoodie looser than her body. She smiles as cuffs are connected to her arms. Whatever warranted them to put those on her doesn't seem to faze her—she wears them like a medal. They got her, and I got Preston Phillips, the fucker who took hours of my life that I may never get back while being forced to sit in a car with him.

Jameson follows right after the girl. She's waving at people with a huge, evil grin, owning her chained look. I take off my LV sunglasses as I stare at my husband. He can fly across the sea to retrieve a girl, but not my baby.

"Why are you chained?" I ask her. She doesn't need anyone speaking for her when I'm sure she has a mouth of her own.

"You're going to regret that, Bell," Jameson says.

"I'm not talking to you right now, Jameson. I have something to say to you in a few," I reply, my accent slipping out.

She doesn't answer me. Instead, she stares at the blonde boy on the phone just inches away from me. No. Not another one of these girls.

"Oh, these?" She lifts her wrists. "I'm in these to amuse your darling husband. I learned how to get out of them two years ago. I dated a very kinky clown."

Like it's nothing, she pulls on her thumb and slides out of the first cuff, then does the same with the other after popping her thumb back in place. She hands Jameson his failed attempt at restraint.

"Winter Athens Singer," she says, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"Perez," Roman says from behind her.

"Roman, you think I would add the Perez part if I wanted to? I mean, last time I checked, neglectful fathers don't have a say in what names their child goes by."

I like her. I don't know what Jameson is so worried about. Preston is walking over to us, and she doesn't hesitate to walk away from him.

"Let's go to the Manor. I'm ready to unpack and unload for the rest of my day," she says.

Preston walks up until he's just a few inches away from Winter. She looks bored as he circles around her, checking her out. She watches him, and then a laugh escapes her, causing him to stop.

"What's funny?" His accent sounds as stuck up as he is.

"Nothing, it's just that you're a weak, pathetic excuse for a man."

She full-on laughs at him as she walks to the SUV... my SUV. Roman looks at me with an apologetic look. I don't know why. She's his daughter. Yes, she's a brat, but I don't have to deal with that at the end of the day. He does.

"Don't apologize for her. That's the thing. Everyone thinks she's too much, when she's not. She shouldn't tone herself down for anybody's comfort."

Roman pulls out a cigar from I don't know where, pointing it at the air like one of those TV mobsters. God, I've known Roman for years, and I still despise him. I play nice for my husband, but sometimes he makes it impossible.

"No, this is good. Tahlia and Winter can go together to find a dress for something with the Phillips. They would like to meet her," he says. "Take Lauren with you to at least start her press training. It's never too early to start with her."

"Yeah, push her onto another person. It's not like you just uprooted her from her whole life," I say.

I don't say anything more as I walk to my SUV. It would just be a waste of time trying to communicate with Roman.

'"You're stuck with me today, Minx," I tell her.

"Dreams really do come true, I get to spend the day with my future wife," she says.

"Future wife? What about Jameson? It would be illegal for me to be married to both of you, but then again, you Americans always find loopholes when it comes to your laws," I tell her.

She's smiling like she already knows what she's going to say. I already know she's trouble based on the way she lets nothing affect her.

"He would be there too. I plan on being with both of you, but if only in name, then law does it have to be recognized? Then it's okay with me," she says.

Lauren gets in the car, and based on her tired look (which we both know Roman doesn't pay her enough for, with all the shit she has to deal with), this is just one more thing added to her.

"This is the life we signed up for. Study these cheat notes on the Phillips family, because they do have a thing about inaccurate information," Lauren says.

"I think that should be the least of their worries. Their son's a rapist," Winter says.

Winter pulls out her phone. I don't know what she's doing, but she's typing away on that thing.

"There's a store in the mall that I need to go in because of your husband, but I forgot something important back home," she says.

Lauren is in the back, trying to put the pieces together. The more I look at Winter, the more I realize that she dated James. She's smiling at the phone now, and I wonder if she's talking to him right this moment.

"You should follow me on the Grim. I wouldn't say my whole life is on there, but it is," she says.

"You shouldn't post your whole life on there because of crazed people," I tell her.

"And that's why I have the dashing Mr. Barrie to protect me. And after I am done training, I can protect myself," she says. "But with my brand, I've been trying to collaborate with this person for a while, and we're both in, so I'm sending an email."

We both ignore Lauren's input about what Roman is asking of us. She was always more for Roman than any of us. Most of the team knows she is into him, so it is no surprise she is willing to circle around him. The car stops, and Winter doesn't even give it a second to cool before she runs out the door. She walks straight into the shopping center, and I follow after her, heading in the direction of Scandals, a well-known sex shop.

"You don't seem mean and scary like people describe you to be. Don't get me wrong, you give off looks-can-kill vibes, and I would love to see that play out with you and Jameson. But the way you are standoffish with Lauren, what is the story there?" she asks.

"Lauren, Jameson, and I all had a night with each other. She was into it, but she is more into Roman. She did it to ignore her feelings," I tell her.

I wait for her reaction, and based on the way she tilts her head, she is already finding the words she wants to say.

"Oh, I don't care what Roman does or who he does it with. I haven't cared since I was eleven. I am just here for my inheritance. Anything other than that, I don't care about him," she says.

She walks into the store, leaving me behind to think about what she said. I follow after her, more for entertainment than anything else.

"You do know I have to show Roman the receipt to get my money back," I tell her.

"Then buy yourself something, live a little. Are you and Jameson riding crop people?" she says. "Or try this: find pleasure with yourself and then do it with your husband. You should get a butt plug kit and test out your water pressure."

The way she talks about her sex life so freely, with no shame like others do, makes me think we can find something in common. She hands me a three-piece butt plug kit and a candy cane dildo. She winks at me after handing it over. Winter runs back to me with a paddle in her hand, looking proud of herself.

***

I drop the bags on the kitchen counter. Jameson is on the other side of our three-bedroom loft, typing away on his laptop with a glass of whiskey beside him.

"Boundaries are not that girl's strong suit, but in her case it works. She’s like a puppy on crack," I say. "She has great taste in things, and I think we’re going to listen to her. We’re going to take a break from the club tonight and explore what we like on our own. I’ll be in the guest room tonight, and you can take the main."

"Great taste? While she gives you advice about our sex lives? But I’m glad we’re taking a break from these three-ways," he says.

This is the first time he’s been vocal about not toning down the hookups. I wish he had told us sooner.

"When were you going to say something? I mean, we started to fix our dying marriage, and you were just tired of the sex you were having. You just never said anything." I tell him.

"You’re right, I should have. But I think boundaries should be in place. This girl—you give her anything and she takes the whole bloody world," he says.

I roll my eyes at him. That girl is harmless, well, for the most part. As long as you don’t cross her, she has no reason to scorn you. She’s like a phoenix burning from the ashes. I think Roman and everyone else will underestimate her.

"You and Roman are the same, and when the time comes, Winter will shock you all if you give her a chance," I say.

I, for one, am ready to see Winter burn the world down and laugh as the flames bring everything crashing down.

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"Okay, I can meet you at the nightclub. And don't bring the bodyguard this time. Jamie, nothing can happen with us. You're married to my friend and you're friends with Roman. But you know, never say never," Winter says.

Jameson listens to her like it's normal to hear your employer say something like that. Honestly, no one should be surprised. Winter doesn't have a filter when it comes to us. At least to me, she's harmless, because it's not going to go anywhere. She's standing in front of Jameson, smiling, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

"Okay? Like this, whatever you think it is, can't happen. We can't let this happen. Lia can't say the same for us." She says it with a smile.

"Wait, so you're saying it's okay for my wife to hook up with you, but not me?" he asks, concerned.

"Wait, are you saying you want to fuck me, Mr. Barrie? Lia, you have competition, I see." Winter grins.

Jameson didn't react as he walked in the direction of Roman's office. Whatever he's planning, Roman for sure had it coming for that stunt he pulled. He has been getting away with a lot between this and basically demoting from second in command to bodyguard. I know him demoting Jameson wasn't just for Winter's safety, but because of the rumor of them trying to get Roman to step down. They're trying to bring up Rowan's will and testament and use it as proof to get Roman down.

Roman is trying everything in his power to stop this rumors, even bringing in the Evers, one of the biggest old money families next to the Perez's. I know inviting them tomorrow was Lauren's idea. I know this also has something to do with it, and speaking as the Ever's son, Kade's girlfriend Lyn Carter, a beautiful redhead woman, broke up with him. It has to have something to do with Winter. Lauren, speaking of the devil, speeds-walks past me avoiding eye contact. Interesting. I turn around, following her. Good god, she sucks at walking in heels.

"What do you want? Last time I checked, you and Jameson ended it with me," she says.

For many reasons, but being boring and spreading misinformation were the biggest ones.

"That's funny, because when you're going around the social club we all attend telling people we're into kinky stuff that could get us banned due to the rules and risk our fun because my husband and I decided to take a break, then yeah, we decided to end it. But tell me about the Evers," I state.

I stare her down, waiting for an answer. She stares right back at me, trying to hold her ground. Honestly, I wanted to see if she was going to play dumb with me.

"Don't give me some bullshit answer like the ones you give Roman when you fuck up. What is he planning?" I snap.

"He's trying to use Preston and Kade to pull both sides. I mean, you heard the rumors. Well, they're not rumors. There's a plan to bring him down and replace him with Jameson. Kade is supposed to earn the respect of people in our field and the Phillips have connections we need," she says.

"So he's trying to sell out his child? How did Kade agree to this? I mean, Lyn, he was in love with her last I checked. Brought her to every event. He's not going to sit by and watch his family try to put him together with Winter and there's no way in hell she'll agree to this," I say.

If there is a chance all of this can be Jameson, I think he should take it. But if Winter wants this, then yes, I will talk to her about it. Still, nothing about her seems like she would, and in the rare chance she does, I guess Jameson will just have to work ten times harder than an heiress who will get it handed to her. Sometimes playing dirty is the way to go. I am willing to do what I have to do for my family, and if losing a couple of friends is the cost, then so be it.

"You have that calculated look. What are you planning? I want in on whatever it is. I know more about Roman and Neverland than anyone. You need me," Lauren says.

I study the details on her face. It is what drew me to wanting her in our bed, because with Lauren she gives everything away with just one look. You can tell how she plays with just one blink. I like predictable people because it shows me what I need to play to reach my goal. I do not need her, but if this helps me get to my end goal sooner, then I will use her.

"You know what. Gather everything on Roman, Jameson, Winter, the Evers, Lyn, and the board. Collect files, pictures, anything that can help. If you do not find me, I will come to you," I tell her.

While she is busy doing that, I will be tearing Roman from the inside out. What better way to do that than close to Winter? I will use our friendship.

"Winter? We do not need her for this to work. Why the hell are we looking into her? Why are you doing this for her? You keep saying you two are not sharing her, but the way you act around her says otherwise. You call her Minx, and do not get me started on Jameson's pitiful nickname. You two want her in ways you will not admit," Lauren says.

I was being too nice to the point where I think I was being too sweet with my word choice, so maybe that's where she's getting my words confused. But now she's fishing for a theory that isn't true and will not be. Jameson would cut off his hand if that thought were to run amok in his mind.

"Maybe I should just send people to take care of her. I mean, when you work for a man like Roman, you get to befriend people," Lauren says.

I don't need to be told about the benefits of being on Roman's side or what you'll get back from it, especially before all this alliance bullshit. Still, hearing her talk about Winter this way makes every atom in my blood start to bubble. It was one thing for her to talk about me or Jameson; we can defend ourselves. But Winter, I don't know about her.

"Lauren, I was looking for you."

I don't know how long I was locked in my train of thought, but Winter is now walking toward us with a chilling look on her face. Did I do something? Did she overhear us and think we were conspiring against her? She has a creepy doll like smile on her face, but the smile is not the only thing making her scary. Her hair has two ponytails in the front as the rest laid loose in the back. She was draped in a black robe with a spider web logo with the lettering W.A.S.P. She was in boots that made her taller than Lauren in the moment.

"Winter, yes how can I help you?" Lauren says shifting from a business professional to concerning.

Winter's smile dropped when she saw Lauren, but Lauren never dropped hers not even for a second.

"No, Ms. Singer is fine thank you, but Ms. Kane I couldn't help but overhear your amazing conversation. I mean trying to fuck over Roman, but that is beside this and frankly I don't care what you do to this place my goal still stands," she says.

"Ms. Singer is meeting with the Evers tomorrow so whatever plans you have for tonight please don't make me jam an IV in your arm," Lauren says.

"Yeah, that's fine, but tell me about these friends of yours Ms. Kane. I would love to hear about them, the one currently missing an eye or this eye in my pocket. I bet the story is riveting please tell."

Winter's laugh is now chilling when we both register that she now has a whole eye socket in her hand hovered over Lauren.

"See I have friends, friends who liked to play with your friends but we left with toy hands, fingers, dick and ball. I'm not cruel I made sure to leave something for the family to have a funeral," she laughs.

Winter grabs Lauren's hand, scanning every fingernail, line, and dot on her hand. "These are pretty hands. I wonder how your family... I'm sorry, you have nobody. Not after leaving Neverland. You lost boys need to learn your place."

Moments like this I notice Rowan in Winter, or at least the versions of him I got to see before he died. Lauren forces her hand away from Winter. Winter, getting the answer she wants, skips away with an unphased smile on her face. She doesn't cross paths with me once as she walks back to what I assume is her room.

****

The music is blasting through the building. I don't know where Winter is; she and I haven't talked since that interaction with Lauren earlier, and all I got from her was that she would meet me at the club. The line wrapped around the club, and there was no way we were getting in tonight, no matter who we knew.

"Holy shit, she has you waiting too?"

I turn to see a girl with bronzed skin and an olive undertone, brown hair that matched her eyes. She is wearing a long skirt, a cropped tee, and waist beads around her waist. She looks annoyed at the line. Tallulah Lau. This was one of our rare interactions due to her being Winter's internet friend who posts content with her. Well, it started off that way, and then Winter, in her words, said, I could see myself hanging out with her. One, we're both hot. Two, the people love us. We're queer icons who always get what we want. I see Tallulah sending what seems to be her fourteenth text to Winter.

"How long have you been out here?" I ask her, trying to ease the tension.

"Winter is a really good person because she told me everything. I mean, you're actively trying to take her inheritance while your sick side piece is putting attempts on her life. I honestly don't get what you guys do to stay in her good graces," Tallulah spits.

I guess Winter didn't tell her friend about the part where Lauren is nothing more than a warm body we had fun with before she wanted more than we offered her, or about her friend getting sick joy holding a dead man's eye in her bare hands as she threatened the life of someone else. But yes, Winter, the Neverland princess, is the victim.

"Winter Athen Singer. The same woman who had a man's eyeball in her pocket and prides herself on leaving enough parts so his family can mourn him. Yeah, that Winter. Listen here, we're all fucked. There's no good or bad when we're all destined to go to hell, so we might as well live while we can."

I was knocked out of the rest of what I was going to say when I noticed a girl with black and white hair with her tongue jammed down a man’s throat, a man who looked too old for her—old enough to be her dad. The dots connected in my head faster than the light spots I caught on her face, the ones she tried so hard to hide with makeup. The guy, on the other hand, wasn’t hard to place.

“Dominic Price.” Jameson’s voice pierced into my ear.

I didn’t know when he showed up or how long he had been following us. I didn’t know if Winter noticed us, but she wrapped Dominic’s arms around her like she wanted to be seen. I turned to see Jameson in a white shirt, black pants, and basic shoes, veins popping in his head.

Winter dropped Price’s hand down to the gem bra top she was wearing, his hand pressing lower and lower down her body. His fingers slipped under the fabric of her bra, touching her as her head fell back. She whispered something in his ear before sending him off like he was nothing more than a cheap toy for her amusement. She noticed us—though knowing Winter, she always knew we were there. She just liked putting on a show. We would never truly know the answer.

She waved us over.

“Aren’t you her bodyguard? The Phillips will lose it if they find out she’s making a scandal of herself,” Tallulah said in Jameson’s direction.

Winter didn’t wait for us to come over, her voice cutting through the music still blaring above us.

“Don’t give me that look, Jamie. You weren’t supposed to be here, and even so—I’m an adult, he’s an adult, and it’s fine,” she defended herself

She rushed to take the condoms out of Winter’s hand, jamming them back into her purse only for Winter to snatch them out again and shove two different kinds of protection into her palm. She didn’t stop there, either. Winter started passing condoms out like party favors.

Jameson finally stepped in, taking the foiled lining straight from her hand.

“Oh, lucky you Lia, it’s fine keep them but anal is more fun than getting plastic fucked just saying.” She said. “Follow me.”

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'What the hell are you doing Domnic Price?' Jameson says

“What the hell are you doing, Dominic Price?” Jameson says.

“Again, I’m a consenting adult, and so is he. And if anyone has a comment, keep it to yourself because neither of us wants to hear your bitching,” I snap back.

He, of all people, has some nerve questioning me about what I do with my life or who I happen to be with. I need a drink. Honestly, I don’t even understand why he showed up. He’s trying to take my inheritance, and even though I want no part of Neverland, something about knowing how Tahlia and him are trying to take it from me pisses me off.

“I need a drink. I mean, if this is how you guys are going to be tonight, stay out of my path. For the love of God, be Roman, Jameson, take away my freedom, drag me home,” I say.

I wait for him to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the car, but he doesn’t move. We hold eye contact, and still, nothing.

“Go inside. We’ll meet you in there,” he grunts.

They don’t argue with him, leaving me here alone with him. I can’t believe Tallulah even left me. She would have told me if I was being insane. Jameson shows no visible emotion on his face, and that’s what scares me most because I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“Why do you do that? Why do you make me mad at you when I don’t try to be? But Dominic, Winter, I can’t process how bloody fucking pissed I am that you’re with him of all fucking people!” he yells.

I have never felt disappointed when someone is mad at me. With Roman, I just chalk it up to him having no room to talk. But with Jameson, it feels like an arrow went straight through my heart, and the more I think about his words, the more it shatters me. I open my mouth to speak, but every word comes out cracked and broken. I can’t even look at him. I close my eyes, trying to get my mind to register that it’s Roman in front of me and not Jameson, because I hate this burning feeling in my chest.

"W-well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but there's nothing I can do about your feelings toward someone I'm with. If you're joining us, Mr. Barrie, come inside," I say.

I don’t know what Dominic’s history with Jameson is, but I’m not about to let that stop my freedom. I march into the bar with a new pack of condoms in hand, heading straight to the V.I.P. section where Dominic said he’d be meeting some tech bro investors. I creep up behind the booth, but he spots me through his glass of whiskey. My hand slides down his shoulder, brushing the bottom of his ear. I don’t care what they’re discussing. I’ll leave the business talk to the macho men.

"When you’re bored, come find me. We can test how bendable I am," I tell him.

He takes my hand and kisses it until he can’t reach anymore. Sex is fun, but toying with people to get what I want is even better. I crave attention, and he gives it to me. The bar was calling my name. All my life I’ve done things to please others and never myself, but tonight, even if it’s small, I’m going to be selfish.

"Can I get two shots of vodka, and keep them coming by the twos for the rest of the night? While we’re at it, break out your most expensive rare bottle of bourbon. Hell, I’m not driving. Two cups along with the vodka," I tell the bartender.

He hands me my first two shots before going to pour the next round. I take the chance to prop myself up on the bar top. The vibration of the music moves through my body as I sway my hips to the right side of the bar. My right hand moves to my left breast, and vice versa. I grab my third round of shots, swaying in my sheer pirate like skirt as it dances around my legs. My fingers tug at the bra top, the same one Roman argued was too inappropriate, and I undo the straps.

Tonight is about freedom and control, and I’m taking mine back. My nipples aren’t fully exposed. I’ve got stars covering them. I’m not giving it all away.

I smile when I notice the crowd swarming around me. I catch Dominic on one side, grinning as he finishes drinks with the last investor, enjoying both his bourbon and my show. But on the other side, Jameson’s eyes are locked on mine. He’s not looking down my body like everyone else. His jaw is tight, and a clear look of anger is painted across his face.

"W-well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but there's nothing I can do about your feelings toward someone I'm with. If you're joining us, Mr. Barrie, come inside," I say.

I don’t know what Dominic’s history with Jameson is, but I’m not about to let that stop my freedom. I march into the bar with a new pack of condoms in hand, heading straight to the V.I.P. section where Dominic said he’d be meeting some tech bro investors. I creep up behind the booth, but he spots me through his glass of whiskey. My hand slides down his shoulder, brushing the bottom of his ear. I don’t care what they’re discussing. I’ll leave the business talk to the macho men.

"When you’re bored, come find me. We can test how bendable I am," I tell him.

He takes my hand and kisses it until he can’t reach anymore. Sex is fun, but toying with people to get what I want is even better. I crave attention, and he gives it to me. The bar was calling my name. All my life I’ve done things to please others and never myself, but tonight, even if it’s small, I’m going to be selfish.

"Can I get two shots of vodka, and keep them coming by the twos for the rest of the night? While we’re at it, break out your most expensive rare bottle of bourbon. Hell, I’m not driving. Two cups along with the vodka," I tell the bartender.

He hands me my first two shots before going to pour the next round. I take the chance to prop myself up on the bar top. The vibration of the music moves through my body as I sway my hips to the right side of the bar. My right hand moves to my left breast, and vice versa. I grab my third round of shots, swaying in my sheer pirate like skirt as it dances around my legs. My fingers tug at the bra top, the same one Roman argued was too inappropriate, and I undo the straps.

Tonight is about freedom and control, and I’m taking mine back. My nipples aren’t fully exposed. I’ve got stars covering them. I’m not giving it all away.

I smile when I notice the crowd swarming around me. I catch Dominic on one side, grinning as he finishes drinks with the last investor, enjoying both his bourbon and my show. But on the other side, Jameson’s eyes are locked on mine. He’s not looking down my body like everyone else. His jaw is tight, and a clear look of anger is painted across his face.

“What, do you crave attention that much that you have to trade your body for it? Are you so needy for likes and looks that you were willing to dance on a bar with your top off? I mean, you removed your bra. How far were you willing to go?” he yells. “Like, Winter, you’re capable of actually running Neverland or doing something close to that, of starting your own thing if you put the same effort you put into being a brat into that.”

How many times do I have to tell everyone before they listen? I don’t want to run Neverland. Did it hurt overhearing Tahlia try to take it from me? Yes, it still does, but that’s because now it’s no longer a choice I can slowly work toward. I wanted it later, if I changed my mind.

“Neverland could burn for all I care, Jameson. And when it does, because Roman has made a shit ton of enemies, Dominic included, yes I know about Dominic, he wants sex and is willing to do anything for it, you don’t stop to think that I always have a plan for the things I do. Dominic equals my freedom. If I get him on my side I can leave Neverland. Does it involve killing Roman? Yes. But then it’s yours. You don’t have to worry about me or anyone taking it from you,” I tell him.

He rips into me. I’m not living to his standards, great. I get it. Why is he still here? He’s staring at me.

“God, are you not cold?” he mumbles as he unbuttons his shirt.

I don’t know whether to look or look away. I mean, he saw me shirtless and it’s the human body; if exposure of bodies is the biggest issue in the world, then I honestly don’t understand the human race. His shirt hangs off him. I almost have to sit on my hands to stop them from tracing his abs. I look away. Respect. He didn’t objectify me like this, so I shouldn’t do the same.

“You should go. I’ll find my top. Tahlia might be looking for you,” I tell him.

“Winter, put on the bloody fucking shirt or I’ll put it on you myself,” his voice is commanding.

'“Again, Mr. Barrie, thank you for the offer, but I’ll just ask Tallulah if she can find my top, and you can go enjoy the rest of the fun,” I choke on my words.

The next thing I know, Jameson is hovering over me, sliding my arms into his shirt and buttoning every single button, even though my chest wouldn’t be visible in this three-button shirt.

“I have another shirt in the car. I don’t need Roman pulling me into one of his lectures about the things people are saying they want to do to his daughter.”

“Like what? I mean, what do you think they say about me, off the top of your head?” I challenge him.

“Well, we know you like anal, so we don’t need to know that. Creamer or squirter? How many fingers do you use when you touch yourself? Things like that,” he asks.

I honestly wasn’t expecting him to have questions ready to go like that. He’s looking at me now as if he actually expects answers. I know I’m blunt about a lot of things, but I don’t know if I should tell him.

“I can do both, but I love a girl who can cream. Three, if I’m really slick down there. Any more questions, Mr. Barrie, that the media would love to know about my sex life?” I inform him.

“What’s your secret fantasy?” he says.

I already know the answer. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, picturing how it would go in my head just to turn myself on. I bite the inside of my cheek, debating whether to give the real answer because it would change everything.

“It’s a good thing the media will never know the answer to that one,” I laugh.

“But humor me, what is it?” he presses, not letting up.

“Rough sex,” I lie, “and then being held after.”

I don’t bother looking into his eyes as I say the lie. I don’t want him to read me like a book. I can feel my heart beating like it’s trying to escape my chest. We really shouldn’t be playing these games. There’s no way people are wondering these things about me, and even if they are, there’s no way I’d give them the answer.

“You’re lying, Winter. I spend almost every hour of the day with you. I know your tells. I know when you’re lying to me,” he says.

“Winter, I was looking for you! We closed the deal. Time to celebrate. I found your bra on the floor, but the way we’re partying tonight, we won’t need it,” I hear Dominic’s voice getting closer to the entrance of the room.

I scoot away from Jameson’s body. I don’t need Dominic thinking he witnessed something he didn’t. Pushing past the curtain, I run over to him, forcing a smile. He looks past me, eyes already landing on the shirtless Jameson, and I can tell he’s already doing the math in his head.

“He’s Roman’s friend, you know. He’s just overprotective. Don’t think like that, please. It feels wrong,” I say.

I hope whatever “tells” Jameson was talking about aren’t exposing anything. Dominic walks past me, right up to Jameson, and holds out his hand.

“I know the past, but Winter talks highly of you. I want to fix that and earn your blessing,” Dominic says.

“We can let the past go,” Jameson replies, “but as for my blessing toward Winter—that’s not going to happen. I’d rather cut off my dick and balls than let you think I was ever okay with this. Winter, let’s go.”

“If you want to go, that’s all good,” Dominic says, stepping closer to me, “but Winter’s an adult. She can stay.”

I need to stay here in order to keep my plan in motion. I move over to Dominic. I don't have a choice. Jameson doesn't move. He looks tired and then just lets out a sigh before taking the revolver from his back pocket.

"Jameson, I explained this to you. Just go. Dominic is harmless. You're not Roman," I say.

I don't know if he is replaying the words I told him. I hope he is. He raises the gun at Dominic's chest and pulls the trigger with no remorse. One bullet goes flying straight, then another, and then he drops the gun next to Dominic. I run over to Jameson, rage driven, slamming my fist into his chest over what he just cost me: my freedom.

"You think I was going to leave while the thought of him fucking you ran through my mind. Listen to me, Wint—"

I don't listen to a word he says. I want him dead more than anything. I owe him nothing. I slide out of his shirt and throw it in the pile of blood he caused.

"You're an asshole who I owe nothing to. You could drop dead and I would dance on your grave," I spit at him.

"See, you did it again, giving up your tell. You didn't mean a single thing you said, Winter. You say things you don't mean. It's cute that you think after almost a year of being around you I don't know you," he laughs.

"Please, Jameson, enlighten me. Tell me about my damn self like you didn't fucking kill a man," I cry, hysterical.

He wraps his arms around my neck, still laughing. My mind and my body are thinking two different things right now, but if I'm honest, a small part of my mind agrees with my body. His hand pushes down my body.

"Think of it like this, Winter: the bullets have gunpowder and everything used to make gunpowder is natural from the earth, so your boyfriend died of natural causes," he says, still laughing.

"Mr. Barrie, he wasn't a boyfriend, and you're the bodyguard, okay? Second in command turned bodyguard. I outrank you, Neverland princess. Then the bodyguards. Funny, right? How I outrank you," I tell him.

He lets me go and moves to the couch we were at earlier, his hand patting his lap. How fast do I have to be to run for the door? What's stopping me from ending up like Dominic over there? If I run, he already made it clear a club full of people will not stop him from acting out. Fear washes over me with a hint of excitement. I get off on it.

"Are you and Tahlia still open? I'm not doing anything based on the answer, so keep your cock in your pants, Barrie," I tell him.

He doesn't say anything.