Go to Hail (The Hail Raisers Book 2)(2)

By: Lani Lynn Vale

“He’s gone,” I said, sounding as tired as I felt. “Either he took my advice to heart, or he got out of here before I could give him any more of my recommendations.”

Reed grunted something.

“You need to give him time.”

I looked over to find my other brother, Baylor, standing there. He had a white piece of paper in his hands, and he was holding it out to me.

“I’ve given him time, Baylor,” I told him, taking the paper. “We’ve all given him time. Hell, I know he needs more time, but I can’t do this on my own. I know y’all are helping, and it’s nice. But he’s co-owner of this business with me. I can’t do anything without his consent. It’s the law…”

I trailed off as I got the first look at the paper he’d handed me, and the moment I saw it, my heart sank to around my knees.


The word was pulled from the deepest part of my belly, and so angry and upset that it was a wonder that the walls of Dante’s house didn’t crumble around me.

“You need to give him time,” Baylor repeated.

I looked up at the huge floor to ceiling fireplace. It was gorgeous. Made of rough cut stone, it was something that I remembered Dante and his dead wife building to this day.

It’d been something to see, because his wife could barely even lift up the rocks as she handed them to him.

In the center of that fireplace was a photograph of Dante’s family. His wife. His two kids. Him.

They all looked so fuckin’ happy.

There was no way for them to know that a mere week after taking that picture, they would all die in a car crash caused by our very own sister.

That Dante would have to listen to his wife and two kids scream in panic until the line went dead and the car fully submerged while he sat in the tow truck next to me, alive and well.

“Tobias found the woman.”

We all knew the woman that Reed was talking about. The woman was a woman that Dante had slept with. Once he’d done the deed, he’d said words, she’d packed up, and he’d gone back to the falling apart man that we were left with after his wife and kids were killed. Only, he hadn’t realized that he left a little piece of himself behind in the woman.

“Well, maybe that’ll be the lifeboat in this sinking ship of a life we have,” Baylor murmured. Then, the words we weren’t meant to hear, came. “But I doubt it.”

“Let’s go,” I said, looking away from the photo. “With this, I might be able to get shit done and remain out of jail. But I don’t think this is the end. This is only the beginning.”


Four hours later, I walked into the house.

Hannah and her daughter, Reggie, from a previous relationship, were on the floor putting a large puzzle together.

The second I came through the door, Reggie was up and running at my legs.

“Hey there, girly girl,” I murmured to the little tot that looked so much like her mother that it hurt. “How are you doing tonight?”

Reggie was an eight-year-old bundle of energy that was the absolute cutest thing that I’d ever seen in my life. And that was saying something because I had some cute kids.

TJ was all me, from the top of his curly-haired head to the bottom of his long toes. My other daughter, Alexandra, from my first marriage, was also my mini-me, only in female form. She had beautiful long curly hair, piercing eyes exactly like mine, and skin the color of mocha chocolate, thanks to her Puerto Rican mother’s heritage.

But Reggie?

God, she was all Hannah. Long, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, skin that always had a slight tan. She was literally what you would think about when you thought of a beautiful child.

There was no doubt in my mind that she would grow up to be a breathtaking adult.

And when that day came, my heart would literally ache.

“I made a one hundred on my sight words,” she declared. “And I can read like Mama!”

I looked over to Hannah, who was staring down at the puzzle instead of looking at me, and my heart squeezed.

God, I was ruining everyone’s lives.

I didn’t know what to do!

I was stuck…and it was all Allegra Levaux’s fault.

“Maybe you can read to me instead of me reading to you tonight.”

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