BURNING HOT

CHAPTER 15

CAUGHT in the act, were you?" Grace chuckled playfully the next morning as Ila emerged from the shower, water droplets trailing behind her.

"I might have been a bit stoned when you finally returned, but believe me, I couldn't help but notice the way you strutted in, your clothes vanishing under that robe," Ila quipped with a blush, reminiscing about the previous night's events.

"We did plan for a quick rendezvous, but it somehow transformed into a lingering, sensual escapade," Ila admitted with a laugh, her cheeks still tinged with pink. She and Sam had initially intended for a fast encounter, only to find themselves lost in a passionate connection.

"Seems like Sam hasn't quite grasped the concept of a 'quickie.' I'll have to give him some lessons," Grace joked, both of them sharing a hearty laugh.

"I never thought I'd hear my best friend turning intimacy into a task!"

"Babe," Grace's gaze softened as she looked at Ila, sensing her friend's inner struggle. Ila wrapped a towel around herself, bridging the gap between them, a mixture of vulnerability and affection in her eyes. "I'm uncertain about what the future holds, Grace," Ila finally admitted, her voice a mixture of longing and apprehension. "I love Sam with all my heart, and I don't want to lose him. But I can't deny that Al's presence affects me."

"After all these years, do you truly believe Al still wields that much power over you?" Grace inquired, genuine concern evident in her expression.

"Yes, I do," Ila affirmed, her voice resolute. "My restlessness isn't about revealing Al's identity to Sky. It's about the turmoil in my mind, the choice I might have to make between Sam and Al."

"Remember, Ila, you don't have to make that choice alone," Grace assured her, her touch soothing. "You've faced countless challenges, from underworld enemies to treacherous business partners. If you find yourself cherished by two strong, protective Alpha men, embrace it."

Ila's eyes softened with gratitude, absorbing Grace's words. "Thank you, Grace. Your support means the world to me."

"Anytime, my dear," Grace said, enfolding Ila in a comforting hug. "And keep in mind, love isn't about picking one person over another. It's about finding harmony amidst complexity."

As they stood together, their bond stronger than ever, Ila felt a newfound sense of clarity. While uncertainties lay ahead, her determination to navigate them with the strength of her connections and the love surrounding her felt unwavering.

"Get moving and whip up a delicious breakfast for everyone – we've earned it post our morning workouts."

"And how will you be occupying yourself, Ms. Leisure?" Ila asked amused.

"I'll be indulging my whims, spare me the talk about my behind and scram," Grace gestured dismissively.

"Alright, I'm off. But if you're attempting to appear inconspicuous, you're doing a terrible job," Ila commented before heading to her closet.

"Intelligent and sassy," Grace muttered under her breath as she exited the room.

It was a peaceful Sunday, marked by a lockdown that granted her the freedom to revel in her own element, just as she adored within the comfort of her home. Opting for a delicate white lingerie set, she eventually chose a short, sky-blue dress that complemented her choice. The dress dared to reveal her back with its alluring backless design, tracing down to her waist. The skirt, with a provocative slit at the front, ended elegantly, skimming her thighs.

As she dressed, she couldn't ignore the subtle reminders of her troublesome leg, which seemed to be acting up again. The thought of her doctor's disapproval was as bothersome as her own concern. The years she'd spent, albeit privately, battling in hospitals had taken their toll, creating a year of trials and tribulations. The mere prospect of another demanding surgery followed by months of grueling physical therapy was daunting. She found herself questioning her readiness for such an ordeal at this juncture.

In the midst of it all, the rush of events felt overwhelming, as if life itself had conspired to challenge her in every direction. The sensation was akin to facing a definitive test of character, pushing her limits in ways she had never anticipated.

"Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Is it the lasting effects of Sarah's knockout punch that's still lingering?" Sky quipped, joining her in the kitchen with a smirk.

"Highly doubtful," Ryder chimed in, his gaze shifting toward Ila with a knowing smile. "I'm guessing it has more to do with the fact that she's covered up like this, all because we're expecting a visitor."

Ila's penchant for wearing as little clothing as possible was well-known among them. The woman had a profound appreciation for her own skin, which had taken some getting used to for the rest of the group. But over time, they'd adjusted to it. After all, it wasn't like they were always at home. Between overseeing her global business ventures and handling ongoing contracts, their travels kept them constantly on the move.

Being part of her personal security team was an honor, something they all recognized. They understood that Sam, their leader, wouldn't have forsaken his responsibilities and fallen in love with her, leaving behind everything he knew, to become her dedicated security officer. Despite having his own security agency with a roster of capable men at his disposal, he had chosen to be her protector in person, a decision that spoke volumes about his commitment to her.

"Why don't you all put your energy to good use instead of just standing around, analyzing my mood?" Her gaze held a stern command as it swept across the room, capturing the attention of those in her presence. A faint chuckle emerged from Ice, who was stationed at the sink, diligently washing fresh fruits. Meanwhile, Kal was diligently whisking flour, his focused efforts mirrored by an air of underlying danger.

Kal was a man with a shroud of shadows trailing him, yet his unwavering loyalty to Sam, her partner, had earned her trust without a shred of doubt. This camaraderie had paved the way for a unique rapport between them. In fact, their circle often joked that she possessed some uncanny ability to influence people's behavior, turning her mere words into a form of command.

If only it were truly that simple. Her ability to shape the world with her voice had not spared her from marrying the wrong man, a decision that subjected her and her son to a gruesome ordeal of torment and violation. The haunting memories of her husband's unspeakable actions, forcing her son to bear witness, remained etched in her psyche.

Yet, that chapter had finally concluded. Her thirst for justice had been quenched, as she had exacted her revenge by ending his life, even if it nearly claimed her own in the process. She bore the scars of her ordeal, both visible and unseen – the months in the hospital, the irreparable damage to her right leg, a limb now precariously teetering on the edge of potential amputation if no progress was made at the long run.

It was nice when they gathered in the kitchen, united in preparing a substantial breakfast – each meal a feast, given the appetites of the soldiers they were nourishing, whose hunger seemed insatiable.

"I haven't spotted Matt and Kat this morning. I hope all is well?" Ila's concern prompted Sky as she gently placed another perfectly round egg on a waiting plate held by Sky.

"Well, after last night's dinner, I had intended to have a conversation with Matt about what this might truly mean for us. However, he was preoccupied, kat was in our room they were making out."

Amid the lighthearted atmosphere, Ila couldn't resist a playful remark, "I would have thought you'd be the one indulging in some romantic escapade last night."

With a good-natured grin, Sky admitted, "Honestly, I had hoped for that as well, but fate had other plans. I became an audience instead."

Ila teased, picking up another egg, "You voyeur, couldn't you have given them some privacy?"

Amusement glinted in Sky's eyes as he replied, "Mom, it was truly a captivating sight. Their connection made me realize that Kat is a perfect match not just for Matt, but for us."

Aware of her son's impulsive nature, Ila offered a cautious reminder, "Take it slow, Sky. You've only known her for a few days."

Sky's gaze held unwavering certainty as he asserted, "I understand my feelings, Mom. And you know why I'm so sure about this." They both shared an understanding look but concern for the potential challenges arose in Ila's voice, "But what if Matt isn't comfortable sharing her? Or what if she's overwhelmed by both of you?"

Sky's determination burned bright, "Mama, we won't know the answers to those questions unless we try. I'm committed to advocating for the three of us. I truly believe we can build a meaningful relationship."

A surge of pride filled Ila as she embraced her son's conviction, "It warms my heart to see you stand up for your beliefs, my love. I'm incredibly proud of you." Their embrace was warm and understanding, sealed with an affectionate kiss that radiated the depth of their bond.

"Come on, let's start preparing the table; my stomach is growling." Within a matter of minutes, they had an array of dishes to choose from. Some opted to reheat the leftover pizzas from the previous night. The table was set outdoors in the backyard, surrounded by a lush garden. Even Sam pitched in to help set the table, and later, Matt and Kat joined the group. Grace, however, arrived last, wearing a mischievous grin that left them wondering about her intentions.

"Matt, would you do us the honor of blessing our meal?" Grace's question caught Matt slightly off guard, but he agreed with a warm smile.

"As we gather to partake in this morning's meal, may our bonds of love and friendship grow stronger with each and every bite," Matt recited, his words resonating through the moment. The group closed their eyes, and in unison, softly whispered,

"Amen."

"That was a beautiful blessing, Matt," Ila commended, as they all eagerly began to enjoy the food before them. It seemed that the day might just take a positive turn. Yet, as is often the case, Ila's optimism was premature. Soon enough, chaos ensued when two enormous Tibetan Mastiffs charged into the garden, causing Ila to instinctively retreat from the table. Strangely, it appeared that the dogs were fixated on her.

Gathering her bearings, Ila scanned the scene, noting the guarded expressions on her companions' faces. "Meet Black and Brown," Grace proclaimed, her voice carrying across the tumult. She saw the ridiculous look on everyone with the names. "I told them they would have better names after meeting their owner." She shrug and the dogs responded with exuberant barks.

"And who might be their new owner?" Ila's skepticism was evident as she inched further away from the table, determined not to jeopardize their breakfast for Grace's antics.

"Let them reveal their master," Grace said with a barely audible utterance. In response, the dogs charged towards Ila. Although she braced herself for impact, their size was more overwhelming than harmful.

"How adorable," someone commented amidst her laughter, capturing snapshots of the playful chaos.

Amid the frenzy, Ila managed a gasp, "Enough!" The dogs hesitated, then gave a few more affectionate licks before sitting obediently by her side. The canine duo gazed up at her with adoring eyes, their unruliness now replaced by docility.

"Look at them; aren't they the cutest? I knew they'd love you instantly," Grace chuckled, her laughter infectious. "Maybe a little too much."

Ila was fully aware of what must be amusing to them. Her face was likely covered in dog slobber, and her hair resembled a wild mess. "Seems like this is exactly what you had in mind," she quipped, gazing down at her preposterous fur coat and oversized flip-flops. The pair of big flip-flops were adorned with a kitty design, and it appeared that the dogs were more intrigued by that than anything else.

"You still manage to look good, even as a hot mess," Kat complimented with an earnest grin.

"Remember, I told you that you could pull off any look," Sky added playfully, winking in good humor.

"Yeah, I'd pay to see Grace rocking this look, her red hair sticking out in all directions," Ice teased, a smirk dancing on his lips. Of course, it was all lighthearted fun; they all knew Grace was drop-dead gorgeous with her untamed red locks.

"Alright, enough teasing. You all get back to breakfast. I didn't whip up this lovely meal for it to turn cold," Ila interjected, her movements causing both the black and brown dogs to eagerly follow her, their attention still fixated on the peculiar flip-flops. Their enthusiasm was enough to almost send her stumbling.

"You might want to ditch the flip-flops, Mom," Sky chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in their eyes.

Sighing, she slid her feet out of the cozy flip-flops, and in an instant, they were swarmed by the curious canines. Clearly, the flip-flops weren't just footwear; they were an adventure waiting to happen. She made her way over to the corner where the tap was located, releasing a stream of water. With a quick motion, she splashed water on her face and used her impromptu water comb to tame her unruly hair.

"Ila. Al Barone is here," Sam announced, jolting her from her grooming routine. Sam had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and she had been too occupied to notice until he was standing directly behind her.

"What? Where?" she asked, turning to face him, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"He arrived a few minutes ago. Dylan and Kal are guiding him here," Sam informed her matter of factly. Something about his demeanor struck her as odd, a deviation from is cold expression she normally could read. And did he just mention that Kal was accompanying their guest?

"Well, I guess it's showtime," she muttered, meeting Sam's gaze.

His cold and unreadable expression, so different from what she was accustomed to, pricked at her emotions. "Sam, we need to..."

"He's here. Come on, time's short. Sorry won't have the luxury to look more presentable," he cut her off, his tone brisk and businesslike.

"It's alright. Let's go," she said, taking a step forward. The sensation of the soft grass underfoot was unexpectedly pleasant, a small comfort amid the impending encounter.

Al knew agreeing to come in alone with with one of his man was a very dangerous choice. Apparently he didn't have another choice.

"We really should have picked a neutral meeting ground, that would have been wiser," he mused aloud, acknowledging the unspoken test they were facing.

Two men had greeted them at the gate, with the more shorter man of the two taking charge of the conversation as the other stood dangerously still. Their aura exuded dominance.

He got a very feeling with the quiet one.

"That guy sets my nerves on edge. It's clear that even with just this two here, more are watching and one wrong move could prove fatal," Lui expressed his frustration with their predicament.

The guards protecting Ila Ivanov were not the kind to trifle with. It was their territory, giving them a considerable advantage.

However, Al found solace in the fact that these guards were responsible for his son's safety.

That fact alone carried significant weight, and he wasn't about to be easily intimidated he was a man they wouldn't also not consider not messing with.

As they made their way along the flower-lined pathway leading to a picturesque garden, his attention was captured by an unexpected sight.

Kat, who was typically unflappable, blushed at something whispered into her ear by a young guy at her side. Al was momentarily taken aback; this wasn't a reaction he was accustomed to seeing from her.

Amidst the garden's beauty, two imposing dogs stood with a menacing air about them. As they were guided closer, a commanding voice rang out:

"Black, Brown, down now, boys." The voice seemed to come from all directions, momentarily disorienting Al. The collective gaze of the group was directed towards him. Even his son Matt, and the rest of the party, stood up in surprise. But his attention was swiftly diverted as he noticed a woman approaching.

"Dad," Matt's voice held a hint of disbelief. Al's eyes, however, remained fixed on the approaching figure. Was that truly her? He had clearly informed her of his intention to come pick his son's immediately he arrived.

"Mr. Barone, you're here," she breathed, her amber eyes locked onto his, he could never have imagined their first meeting was going to be like this. She was wet, dampness clung to her short dress, chest, face, and strands of her dark brown hair.

Despite the disheveled appearance, she held his gaze, and her flushed complexion caught his attention.

Yet, even in her captivating presence, Al couldn't help but assess the man accompanying her. Known as Sam, her unwavering bodyguard, his possessive demeanor and the visible marks on Ila's skin conveyed a sense of ownership.

These marks adorned her like a brand, worn with graceful on her skin as she drew closer, extending her hand with a polite smile.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Barone." As their palms connected, an unexpected jolt surged through him.

"Pam?" he found himself whispering her name in astonishment.