Giovanna is tucked in close to my side as we make our way up to our room. I keep an alert eye out for none other than my ex-wife. Not only did Shaughan text my phone and tell me that he thought he saw her, Timofei said the same. The thought sends a shiver up my spine. I messaged Mannix to let him know and keep the kids safe and on lockdown.

I don’t know what Fallon’s capable of, especially since she knows I’m with another woman now. I’ve always appeased her and always had my thumb on her.

However, she’s been on her own, left to her own devices, and to her, she’s a woman scorned. No matter if she’s the one who fucked around on me or not. I know the way her selfish mind works, and I know that if she’s here, she’s not going to just see that I’m happy and walk away—not when she can fuck with me.

“I had fun tonight,” Giovanna yawns as I reach for my keycard.

I hum my agreement, holding it against the pad and waiting for the light to turn green. When it does, I push the handle down and open the door.

Walking into the room, I know immediately that something is off. I guide Giovanna to the side of the door and close it behind me as I reach for my gun from my shoulder holster.

Lifting my opposite finger, my eyes connect with hers, and I hold my finger in front of my lips. She nods, her own gaze wide and frightened, but she doesn’t look like she’s about to fall apart, just scared.

I quietly walk through the room, then into the bedroom, and that’s where I stop dead in my tracks. My gun is pointed at the figure on the bed.

The completely naked figure.

The completely naked, spread eagle fingers in her pussy figure.

My fucking ex-wife.

“Oh, good, you’re back,” she grins.

I don’t lower my gun, trying to decide if I could get away with killing her in this hotel or not. I know that most of the guests are part of the organization, but not all. I wonder who shares this wall with me. Would they tell?

“My guess is this is your ex-wife,” Giovanna says dryly from behind me. I glance to my left and give her a grim look. “Cute, Fallon,” she announces.

Fallon’s eyes widen, and she looks from Giovanna to me, then back to Vanna. “How in the fuck did you know my name?” she snarls, reaching for the sheet and pulling it up to her chest.

Giovanna laughs, and I know she’s thinking that we fucked on those sheets all night and this morning. We didn’t even have the maids come, so we both know for a fact they’re dirty. Giovanna steps directly to my side instead of being behind me and I watch as she tips her head to the side and just looks at Fallon.

I’m curious to know what she thinks of the woman. I know what I think, but I can’t tell with her. “Aidan has mentioned you a time or two,” she states, her lips twitching.

Fallon narrows her gaze, then puffs out her chest. “I bet he has,” she attempts to purr.

“Uh hmm,” Giovanna hums.

“What do you want?” I sigh, keeping my gun pointed on her.

Fallon’s eyes soften, and she gives me a coy smile. That’s her I want smile. I know it well because she always fucking wanted something. “You, my family, I want it back together, baby,” she whimpers.

It sounds fake as fuck, just like her. I wouldn’t buy it even if Giovanna wasn’t standing next to me. When I sent Fallon away, it was like a fucking weight lifting off of my shoulders. With or without Vanna, I still wouldn’t want Fallon back.

“No thanks,” I state, trying not to laugh.

She frowns, well, she attempts to, but she has so much shit in her face that she can’t quite do it. “I bet you’ll reconsider when you find out what I have to bring to the table,” she smirks, lifting a brow.

My lips tip up into a smile and I lean my shoulders against the doorjamb, lowering my gun to my side. Now this is getting interesting. “Do tell,” I murmur.

“Get rid of your whore,” she seethes. Giovanna’s back stiffens and she opens her mouth, but Fallon is faster. “That’s right,” she states, standing from the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her naked body.

“I know exactly what you are. A whore, a dirty little whore whose been in more beds than I could even count. You’re fucking disgusting. No way would I let someone like you raise my children.”

“That’s quite e-fucking-nough,” I roar.

She smirks. “What? You knew right, oh, no, you didn’t?” she gasps.

“Vanna, go in the living room,” I growl. I don’t want her to hear any more shit this bitch spews.

Giovanna gasps, probably thinking a million different things that are nowhere near where my head’s at. I’m too fucking pissed off to explain that shit right now, though. “Go,” I grind out.

I let out a breath of relief when Giovanna follows my directions and walks out of the room. Fallon watches her go with a sparkle in her eye, and an evil smirk on her face.

“Now that your dirty whore is gone,” she purrs, dropping the sheet to the floor.

Closing the door behind me, I lift a brow toward my ex. “I only know of one dirty whore in this suite, and it isn’t Giovanna,” I say slowly.

“Excuse me?” she stumbles.

I lift my gun toward her, pointing it directly at her chest. “Tell me, why did you come here?”

She pokes out her bottom lip in an attempted pout. “I know where Casey’s money is.” She smirks. “I’ll only tell you if you take me back, Aidan. We’re meant to be together. I’m your fucking queen, not some dirty whore who spreads for dollar bills. ME. ME. ME,” she screams.

“So you were fucking my security guard, too. You know he had a wife, a girlfriend, a whore, and you?” I ask.

She laughs. “You didn’t think that he was smart enough to disappear with your product and have no trail of it or the money, did you? I know where the product is, but I can’t move it, I need you. I’m willing to tell you where it is as a peace offering, let’s start over again. The kids deserve to have two parents, Aidan.”

I don’t even have to think about her words or her offer. I know my kids deserve to have two parents. She’s not wrong in that.

I nod. “Okay, Fall, you’re right. They deserve to have two parents, I agree wholeheartedly.”

Lowering my gun again, holding it loosely against my side. Her eyes light up and I can tell she’s delighted in the fact that she thinks she won.

“Let me get Vanna out of here, then we’ll talk some more, yeah?”

Fallon slinks up in front of me, pressing her hard, fake tits against my chest. I always wondered why, with all my money, she didn’t opt for more natural feeling ones.

“I want her to watch, Aidan. I want her to see who you choose. That I will always be your number one and your wife. She can’t fucking have you,” she growls.

I smile, giving her the illusion that she’s won. Slowly, I lift my gun and point it at her temple. “Bitch, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last cunt on earth. I’ve been there, and honest to fuck, it’s the worst snatch I’ve ever had. You’re like a goddamn dead fish, laying there and flopping around. I’d rather never have sex again than slide inside of that wrecked pussy of yours ever again,” I whisper.

“You want to know where your product is, you’ll reconsider what you’ve just said to me,” she hisses. “And you won’t kill me, you’ve had your chance and you’ve proven you’re nothing but a pussy,” she laughs.

I hate this bitch. I’ve never really hated another person. I’ve never had reason to. I didn’t even hate my father for whoring me out or my mother for being a drugged-out mess. I just feel sorry for them, really.

But Fallon, I fucking hate her. I don’t stay silently in the living room waiting for her to inject whatever venom she’s got waiting in her palm for Aidan.

A knock on the door has me hurrying over to it, and I wrench it open without even looking through the peephole. Lachlann stands on the other side, a grin playing on his lips.

“So the bitch is back?” he asks, sweeping past me.

“She is, they’re in the bedroom. Fair warning, Skeletor is naked,” I grimace.

Lachlann chuckles, charging for the door. I follow closely behind him. A slow smile appears on my lips when I see that Aidan has a gun pointed at her temple. I wish she looked a little more scared than she does, but I’m not going to complain. The bitch has a gun pointed at her head.

“She knows where the product is, she was fucking Casey,” he states, turning to Lachlann.

Lachlann laughs. “Bitch, you just spread for anybody, didn’t you?” he asks.

I watch as he pulls his phone out and starts typing away at it. “Go sit on the bed, hands on your knees,” Aidan growls to her.

“You’re going to be sorry you did this to me, Aidan. We could have been happy again, you’re going to regret this,” she cries as she attempts to muster up any tears, I don’t see any actually fall, so she’s a shit actress on top of a mean cunt.

Aidan shakes his head, reaching back for my hand with his free one. He tugs me closer to his side and I get as close as I possibly can, pressing against him.

“I’m only sorry I didn’t kick you to the curb after you had my Isla. The only good thing you ever gave me were my kids. Now start talking, or I’ll call Shaughan away from his honeymoon, and I have a feeling he would take fucking delight into torturing you if I did that.”

I watch as Fallon pales, for the first time she actually looks terrified, and I feel like I should feel sorry for her, maybe even pity, but I don’t. “Call Rian. We need to know where that product is,” I growl.

“Already did it,” Lachlann grins. “He said he found her hidey hole in minutes. The idiot put her name on the electric bill. Casey was getting mail there, too. Apparently, it was their fuckpad,” he says, wrinkling his nose.

“Casey and I were in love,” she cries. “He loved me, not like you would understand that,” she spits, looking over at Aidan. “You killed him. I know you did. I fucking hate you,” she screams.

“The feeling is goddamn mutual, Fallon. You’re wrong. I do know what love is. I have it with Giovanna. You’re the one that doesn’t understand it. You think that love comes with shit, with money and tits and diamonds. It doesn’t. Love isn’t about shit, Fallon.”

She snorts. “Love is about taking care of someone, and that means money,” she quips.

“You’ll never get it,” Aidan sighs. “Honest to fuck, you’re in your forties, and you never will,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“Got the product. Fuck, it’s been under our noses the entire goddamn time. It’s been at her place,” Lachlann grunts.

Fallon’s eyes widen. “I’ll split it with you fifty-fifty. It’s the least I deserve. I gave you four children,” she grinds out.

“You fucked around on me. I let you live after that, then I gave you some money, too. I’ve done more than enough for you, Fallon, and you repay me by stealing from me? Stealing my product and then trying to offer me fucking half?” Aidan asks, obvious shock laced in his voice.

“A rùnsearc, go in the living room,” he murmurs against my head.

“Treasure? You call her your treasure?” Fallon asks on a sad exhale.

Aidan shakes his head, “Yeah, because she fucking is. But you are not,” He lifts his gun, and I know he told me to walk away, but I don’t. I watch as he pulls the trigger.

Fallon’s eyes and mouth open in surprise and she falls backward against the bed, blood and brains all over the white bedding.

Lachlann curses, punching some buttons on his phone and lifting it to his ear. I stand in shock, my eyes unable to leave her dead body.

Suddenly, my body is floating, and I find myself in Aidan’s lap on the living room sofa. “You hate me now, I’m sure. That or you’re fucking terrified of me. This is who I am, Giovanna. This is the man you’re about to marry.”

Turning to him, I place my hand on his cheek. He leans against my palm and I let out a shaky breath. “Do you think that I don’t know the man you are, Aidan?” I whisper.

His blue eyes meet mine and dammit if they don’t look fucking sad as shit. “I don’t know, Vanna. I don’t think anybody could comprehend the kind of man who puts a bullet into the mother of his children,” he rasps.

He’s shaking beneath me, but I don’t waver. I keep my hand firm on his cheek and my eyes connected with his, never moving.

“I think that she was trying to manipulate you and she knew exactly which buttons to push. She didn’t expect you to react that way. She didn’t expect you to hurt her, because like you said, she’s the mother of your children.

“However, she not only fucked with your livelihood, your men’s livelihood, but also your children’s, and that is where you drew the line. This was about selfish reasons for her, about money and status, and it had nothing to do with being a wife and mother. I don’t blame you, Aidan,” I state.

He nods, closing his eyes, then reopening them. “I love you, Giovanna. Only you, A rùnsearc.”

Lowering my head, I place my forehead against his and I let out a shaky breath. “I love you, too, Aidan. Only you.”