Bella
Staring out the living room window at the ice-covered lake and the white snow that blankets the ground, I can’t help the smile taking over my face. It’s Christmas time, my favorite time of year. To top it all off, my sister will be home in three days.
Alba has been away at college since August. I miss her terribly, but also so proud of her. Alba was given a full ride to Montana State University in Bozeman. She’s only been home once since leaving, always making up excuses as to why she can’t come visit. I can’t help but wonder if she’s okay. Alba quickly squashes any doubts, telling me she’s just busy with assignments.
Sofia has been thriving. She started her junior year of high school at the end of August and has made lots of friends. The guys in the club have become very protective of her. She can’t even go to the movies with her friends without at least one of the prospects watching over her. I don’t think she minds though. I think it makes her feel good knowing she has a dozen big brothers looking out for her.
I’ve been busy decorating the house. Logan took me the other day to get a tree, only to come home with a truck load of decorations. He didn’t understand the magnitude of how serious I take Christmas. While in the checkout line he asked, “Babe, do you really need all this shit?”
I turned and gave him my best ‘you’re kidding, right’ look. Although, he did draw the line when he saw me hauling boxes of decorations into the clubhouse.
“Hell fuckin’ no, Bella. I love you, babe, but the brothers will never let me live that shit down.”
The next night Logan and I decided to go to the clubhouse and have a few drinks with the guys. I’m sitting on Logan’s lap, listening to all the endless banter when the door opens. Looking over I’m shocked when I see my sister. She wasn’t due to arrive for two more days.
“Alba!” I screech. Leaping off Logan’s lap, ignoring the groan that leaves his mouth when I not so gracefully got up.
Running up to her. my steps falter a bit when I take in her red, blotchy, tear-stained face. “Alba, what’s wrong?” I question picking up my pace. Once she’s within arm’s reach, I grab a hold of her, pulling her in for a hug.
Her trembling body sends me on high alert. Stepping back a bit, while keeping a hold of her shoulders, I plead with her again, “Tell me what’s wrong. Are you okay?”
Feeling a looming presence behind me, I glance over my shoulder and find Gabriel’s tall frame standing there.
“Cariño, sweetheart?” he tenderly addresses her.
I watch as Alba’s face goes deathly pale, and she begins to pull her heavy winter coat tighter around her body. Something is off. I just can’t place it. I let my eyes assess her from head to toe, looking for a sign of anything wrong, but I find nothing.
It takes me a couple more seconds to realize what’s different. Letting out a small gasp, I cover my mouth.
“What the fuck!” Gabriel growls.
COMING EARLY 2018
Gabriel and Alba’s story
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We're sisters who both share a passion for books. Our obsession for bad boys, alpha males, angst, romance, and a happily-ever-after has lead us on a journey—a dream to not only read all the incredible stories we love so much but to write our own. Both born in Illinois, then moved to Wyoming, where we spent part of our childhood before moving to Mississippi.
Crystal resides in Pearl, Mississippi with her husband of twenty-one years, two sons, and their two dogs.
Sandy resides in Brandon, Mississippi with her husband of eleven years and four kids.
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