Page 3 of Desire Reclaimed


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Hello, Niccolo Basille or should I say Nicholas Roberts,

You don’t know me, but I promise, before it’s all said and done you will. For now, you can call me the Horseman. My sole purpose is to destroy everything you and your brothers created. Everything that was gained after the four of you destroyed William Bone’s school for boys.

You, and your brothers built your empires off the backs of those young boys you left behind in that hell hole. I’m here to claim their reparations.

The rapture is coming for you, Nicholas, starting with your pretty new wife.

Balling the letter up, I toss it on my desk. Someone out there knew our secret. A secret, my brothers and I swore to take to our graves.

A soft knock comes to my office door, grabbing my attention.

“Come in,” I call out.

Roc, Ghost, and Jake enter my office. Immediately, I can tell by the forlorn look on their faces that they don’t have good news for me.

“I’m sorry, Boss. We can’t find Tiff and little man anywhere. Mira has no idea where she is, and we’ve had people watching her house all day.

“What about Mr. Best?”

Roc shakes his head. “He has no clue. He’s still on that singles cruise.”

Picking up the glass of scotch off my desk, I take a sip as I allow the weight of what’s happened to lay on my shoulders. Not only do I have some fucker calling himself the Horseman, threatening to take down my empire, but my wife, the love of my life, took my son this morning and left me.

The Horseman sent her the video of Marcus being killed. The fury I’ve been keeping bottled up inside me fills my limbs like fire. I toss the glass of scotch in my hand against the wall over my men’s heads. They all duck just in time to miss being hit.

“Find. My. Fucking. Wife,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Sure thing, Boss,” Ghost says.

The men quickly exit, leaving me alone with my silence again.

Slowly, the fury that I buried deep inside me long ago starts to fill me up again. Gone is the levelheaded businessman that contained his craziness for his wife and son. Standing to my feet, I twist my neck from side to side. Tugging on my suit jacket, I release a sigh.

Until Tiffany and my son are back beside me, all hell will break loose. I’ll be only Saint from here on out. Let the hunt begin.

Chapter one

Running

Tiffany

Noah grabs for the spoon of sweet potato baby food. I chuckle as my greedy son eagerly tries to get more of the tasty new food.

“Wait until I tell your daddy how much you’re enjoying these sweet potatoes.” The moment the words are out of my mouth, a sharp pain hits my chest.

It’s been four days since I snuck out of the mansion I shared with my husband. At the time, I did not know where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I honestly wasn’t sure if Nico would hurt me. Hell, I don’t even know the man.

I used to think of the whirlwind relationship I had with him as something beautiful. I had visions of telling my children how I met him by chance and how our paths had continued to cross. I was going to tell them it was fate and true love how we ended up together. But all that was a lie. The beautiful love story I thought was written for us was all a fantasy.

Even though finding out Nico killed my ex, Marcus hurt, it was finding out that he killed the image I had of us that hurt worse. He broke my trust, and I don’t know if I can ever be with him again.

“Little man is loving those sweet potatoes,” James says behind me.

When I left my home that afternoon, I knew I was very limited in where I could go. Mira was completely out of the question. That would’ve been the first place my husband wouldsearch. My father’s place was also not a suitable spot. Not only was he on a two-week singles cruise, but it would also be the second place Nico would’ve checked. My only other option was the one place I knew he wouldn’t ever think to find me. My mother’s house.

Using the end of his bib, I wipe Noah’s mouth. He moves his head away, giving me the little frown that is so much like his father it causes that pain in my chest to rear up again.

“He seems to like these much better than he did the green beans I introduced last week.”