Novels by Debra White

Amaya's POV. After coming over my momentary shock of seeing Nikolai, I reared my palm back and delivered a deafening slap to his cheek. “What the hell is going on here, Nikolai?” I demanded. He look at me in surprise, rubbing his with his fingets as rage took over his features. “You will not disrespect me in front of my men, Amaya,” he warned me. “Or what?” I shot back, “you'll lock me in the trunk? Toss me out onto the road? Both are better options, because I wouldn't have to share my air with an asshole like you!” He chuckled again at my words, “I didn't know you had fire in you, Amaya.”“You know nothing about me,” I retorted. I didn't even notice that the car had moved, because as I looked out the window I was surprised to see us heading towards the outskirts of town. “Where are you taking me? What about my sister? She's all alone, oh my god…” I began to panic. “Calm down, Amaya. You're coming to my house with me, and your sister will be fine. I'll make sure of that.” He

Nikolai's POV. I sat in the private room, my feelings a weird mixture of shock and arousal as I watched Amaya hurry out of the room. I didn't even bat my eyes at the money she took from the table, she deserved a lot more than that if I truly wanted to pay her back. I looked down at the hardness straining the front of my pants, solid proof that my body still reacted to her in the most intense ways. I recalled the looks anger and hate she directed at me, knowing fully well that I deserved those looks because of how badly I had treated her. I never meant to leave her immediately after taking her virginity all those years ago, but my time in the outside world was coming to an end, as my responsibilities to my family were only growing. Now, I was the head of the Russian mafia in California, I could have any woman in my bed whenever I wanted, so why was I pining over her like a lost puppy after just one encounter? Sure, I felt guilty when I though about my actions towards Amaya, but that

Amaya's POV. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the so called important guest? It was like I got transported to five years ago, when I looked into those same eyes, as he ripped my world apart. “Amaya?” He asked, “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question, getting over my momentary shock and pretending that I didn't know who he was. “What would you like today, sir?” I asked, keeping my voice level. “Don't pretend like you don't know me, Amaya! I can still read you like a book!” He shouted. “What do you want me to say Nikolai? Thank you for ruining my life and pretending that nothing between us ever mattered? What are you even doing here? Who are you?” I asked, hurt and anger evident in my voice. “I… II can't answer that. But I'm sorry, Amaya. Please, you have to believe me.” He said, reaching out to take my hand in his. I stepped back, avoiding all contact with him. “No, Nikolai. It doesn't work like that.” I took a few deep breaths and let myself fall back into my st

Amaya's POV. “Goodbye, come again next time.” I called after the final customer, following after them to flip the sign on the door from open to closed. I was wiping down the counter top when my boss, came into view. “Here you go, Amaya,” she said and handed me a bundle of cash. I dropped the napkin I was using and collectdd the money to count it, my brow furrowing even deeper the more I counted. “But it's not complete. It's short 70 dollars.” I said. “Sorry honey, but things came up. You'll get it all on your next pay day,” she shrugged.” Lock up after me, okay? I'll be back late.” She called over her shoulder as she left the building. Clenchi I shoved the bills into my bag and continued to wipe the counter top furiously. I honestly didn't know why I still worked at this coffee shop. The place was very beautiful, and I loved my coworkers, but the pay wasn't worth it at all, and this was the second week my boss was cutting my wages. I didn't plan on taking a shift at my second j