My ex was missing, and all fingers pointed toward Jordan, the mafia boss of East Dremest, and one of the men I loved.

Every moment in Jordan's and Hartley's arms were filled with more care and attention than I'd ever had. Until the night when Jordan was dragged away in handcuffs before our very eyes.

It didn't matter what anyone said to me; I had to hear it from Jordan's lips that he didn't go behind my back to commit a crime I explicitly asked him not to.

Once I had the answer, the nightmare didn't end. My ex was still out there, biding his time until he could put a plan in place to get me back. I wouldn't go. Not now. Not ever.

Gil was in my past, while torturing my present. If only this would end. If only I could be free of him and the pain he inflicted.

At least I had my men to hold me up when I couldn't do it myself. They were the strength I needed. The best parts of my life. They loved me without reservation.

Until Gil was found and I could live without fear, I'd do the best I could to get through each day.