Novels by Favy Beeee

Isadora Rafael's words kept ringing in my head all night that I could barely even sleep. The next morning, I decided to physically exert myself and take my mind off things, so I made my way to the gym to wear myself out.I put on a pair beige-coloured leggings and matching sports bra that accentuated my curves. The gym was empty when I entered, just the way I wanted it, so I got to work. If clubbing didn't take my mind off things, working out just might.I stepped onto the treadmill, pressed the start button as I began with a gentle jog. Just as I picked up the speed and my muscles warmed up, a voice cut in."Fancy seeing you here," Ivan interrupted, as he stepped in.I turned to look at him. He had on a pair of shorts and a tank top that displayed his toned arms and detailed tattoos that curled up from his neck to his muscular arms. The sight of him made my chest flutter as I almost tripped on the treadmill.Quickly turning it off, I faced him, regaining my composure and keeping my

IsadoraThere was silence.Finally, Viktor exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "No.""Good." I stated. Ivan smirked but said nothing.I picked up the bottle of tequila and poured myself another shot.Standing up I said, "I came to have a night off from the tension so if you don't mind, I intend to do just that." And with that, I walked out, their gazes piercing holes in my back.I made my way to the VIP Lounge and was seated for a few minutes when a voice cut through the low sound of the music."You're thinking too much, boss."Rafael said, taking a seat on the leather couch, one arm draped over the backrest as he watched me with that easy, knowing smirk of his."Maybe I like thinking," I replied, swirling the champagne in my glass."Or maybe you just don't know how to turn it off," he countered, tilting his head. "You won, Isadora. Enjoy it for once."I scoffed, setting my drink down. "We both know this was just the beginning.""That's true," Rafael nodded, the amusemen

Isadora "You're actually letting yourself have fun tonight?"I smirked, swirling the dark liquor in my glass as I turned to face Ivan. I had decided to take his advice and let loose a little. The club was alive as always- laughter, music and the scent of expensive cigars filling the air."I wouldn't call it fun," I replied, raising the glass to my lips. "More like... an observation."Ivan chuckled, leaning in slightly. "So you came all the way to observe?"Before I could answer, a familiar voice interrupted."I think she's here to remind us to celebrate."Viktor. He approached with his usual confidence, his dark green eyes assessing the scene before fixating on Ivan. There was something different in them tonight, something hidden but visible enough to notice.I exhaled slowly. I had felt this coming for days, and tonight, under flashing neon lights and influence of alcohol, it was more obvious than ever."Though I wonder, what exactly are we celebrating?" Viktor continued, stopping

"You should get some sleep."I turned around at the sound of Ivan's voice, my fingers tightening around the glass of wine in my hand. I stood by the large window of my penthouse later that night, watching the dark city below, my mind still replaying every detail of our latest victory.The successful interception of Cesar's shipment had sent a clear message. But victories in this world, I had come to understand, were never without consequences. You win some, you lose some.I exhaled, looking at the cold glass of wine in my hand before turning to face Ivan. He stood near the door, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes studying me carefully."I will," I replied, my voice quieter than usual. "Eventually."Ivan smirked, stepping closer. "That's what you said three hours ago.""I didn't know you were keeping track.""I always do, when it comes to you." He said reducing his voice at the last part, so that I could barely hear.A slow, unreadable smile played on my lips as I turned back

Isadora"Are we ready?"My voice was steady, but the weight of what we were about to do hung in the air like a loaded gun. It was the D-day finally. I sat in the warehouse, surrounded by my most trusted men- Ivan, Viktor, Rafael and Diego, the newest player on deck."Everything is in place," Ivan responded as he double-checked the map laid out before us. "Cesar's shipment is due in less than an hour. Security is light- just a handful of armed guards and a few workers. Nothing we can't handle.""And our men?" I inquired, turning my gaze to Rafael, who had been overseeing our positioning for the attack."Already at their spots," he confirmed. "We've got snipers in the building surrounding it, two teams hiding near the shipment containers, and another group ready to block off any escape routes. Once we move in, it'll be quick."I tapped my fingers against the table, my expression neutral. "No mistakes. No surprises. We take everything and send a message."Viktor exhaled sharply, shaking

Isadora"How do we know he's not feeding us bullshit?"Rafael's voice was sharp, his dark brows drawn together as he leaned forward on the couch. His fingers drummed against the armrest, a habit that only surfaced when he was truly agitated.Across from him, I sat with my back straight, eyes focused. Ivan stood beside me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Viktor for once wasn't openly opposing the idea but remained silent, waiting the tension unfold."We don't," I admitted, my voice calm but firm. "That's why we don't act on it immediately. We verify, cross-check, and if it's legit, we make our move.""I don't like this guy," Rafael scoffed, shaking his head. "The guy worked for Cesar. One wrong step, and this blows up in our faces.""And if we do nothing, we remain blind while Cesar continues making his moves," Ivan countered. His voice was even, but there was an edge to it. "We can't afford to look weak anymore than already. We need intel. This is out best shot."Viktor, who h