ZOEY
The hospital room had become my temporary safe place, complete with sterile walls and the ever-present hum of medical equipment. While the physical pain from the gunshot wound had subsided, the emotional aftermath lingered, like a shadow refusing to fade.
Alexei, true to his word, remained a constant presence by my side. It was both comforting and disconcerting—comforting because his closeness provided a sense of security, and disconcerting because it emphasized the dangerous world we were entangled in.
The first day after the attack was a blur of painkillers, occasional naps, and fleeting moments of wakefulness. Alexei sat beside me, occasionally engaged in low-voiced conversations with Yaz, who would then leave the room, only to return with a serious expression etched across his face.
As the days unfolded, my mind gradually cleared from the fog of medication. The bandages on my stomach itched, a constant reminde
ALEXEIThe air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension as Yaz and I faced the person responsible for the attacks on Zoey and Yelena. The room was adorned with the trappings of luxury—a stark contrast to the malevolence that emanated from the man seated across the table."Alexei Pushkin," he sneered, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"I fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "You know exactly why we're here."Yaz, standing at my side, exuded an air of silent menace. His presence alone was often enough to unsettle even the most composed adversaries.The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. "Ah, the protective husband. How's your dear wife? Recovering, I hope?"My jaw tightened at the mention of Zoey. "You're playing a dangerous game, and you're going to pay for it."He chuckled, a sound devoid of remorse. "You see, Alexei, in o
ALEXEI I watched Zoey as she slept, a temporary break from the chaos that consumed my world. With a silent sigh, I left her room, making my way to the office. The weight of responsibility clung to every step, a constant reminder of the dangerous dance we were entangled in. Yaz was waiting in the office, his expression serious. "How did it go in the warehouse?" I asked, my voice edged with concern. Yaz grimaced. "It was a trap. Mikhail knew we would investigate, and he set it up. Five of our men paid the price." Anger simmered beneath my skin. Mikhail was playing a dangerous game, planning attacks with cunning accuracy. I clenched my fists, the desire for payback burning within me. "Mikhail is good at hiding," Yaz remarked, echoing my thoughts. "But we'll find him, Alexei. He can't hide forever." I leaned against the desk, my jaw tight. "He thinks he can outsmart us, but he underestimates the lengths I'll go to protect what's mine. I couldn't do it the first time but I'll do it t
ZOEYI woke up feeling surprisingly light-hearted, a sense of peace settling over me like a warm blanket. The gentle sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. It took me a moment to realize that this was the most peaceful sleep I had experienced in ages.As I turned, my eyes fell on Alexei, still in peaceful sleep beside me. His face, usually stern and guarded, now seemed softened in sleep. The lines that marked the weight of his responsibilities disappeared, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't expected.His face, usually stern and guarded, . The lines that etched his features seemed to fade away, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.Studying his face, I couldn't help but realize that Alexei wasn't solely the cold and ruthless man he portrayed himself to be.In the delicate curve of his lips and the ease in his closed eyes, there was warmth and care. It was a side of him hidden beneath
ZOEYAs I walked down the stairs, I spotted Alexei waiting at the bottom. His eyes widened in admiration, and a genuine smile graced his lips."You look gorgeous," he complimented.His compliment warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but return the sentiment, "You look dashing too."Hand in hand, we made our way to the garage and into the car. The drive to the party was surprisingly quiet, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. Nerves fluttered in my stomach, and I felt like a chaotic mess inside. We soon pulled up at the extravagant venue.Alexei turned to me with a reassuring gaze. "Come on. Let's go. Remember to stay close to me, okay?"I swallowed hard, my nerves bubbling, and nodded in agreement. "Okay."As we entered the grand party, it was like stepping into another world. The venue was filled with influential figures from the Bratva world. Alexei's reminder echoed in my mind,
ALEXEIThe night settled in a quiet hold as Zoey's breathing steadied in peaceful sleep. Gently, I tucked her in, my fingers tracing a soothing path through her hair.Leaving her side, my steps led me to the familiar boundaries of my office.Seated behind the polished mahogany desk, I replayed the events of the evening in my mind. Zoey's change in behavior after encountering Anastasia raised an invisible barrier, a puzzle I couldn't quite decipher.Something in the air shifted, and I couldn't ignore the tendrils of doubt that snaked into my thoughts.The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the room as I leaned back in my chair, fingers interlaced in contemplation.The shift in Zoey's demeanor didn't escape my notice. Her eyes, once a window to a world she guarded fiercely, now held a flicker of vulnerability.It was as if the encounter with Anastasia had stirred inactive echoes, unlocking a
ZOEYI tried to shake off the lingering unease that clung to me like a persistent shadow. The truth about my past felt like a storm brewing on the horizon.Seeking a semblance of normalcy, I made my way to the dining room, hoping a hearty breakfast would somehow dispel the heaviness in the air.The clinking of utensils and the aroma of fresh coffee greeted me as I entered. Ogla, the ever-efficient presence in the Pushkin household, was already there, arranging a spread of food on the table."Good morning, Zoey," Ogla greeted with a warm smile."Morning," I replied, my voice carrying a weight I couldn't quite shake.She cast a curious glance toward the door. "Where's Yelena? Usually, she's the first one here for breakfast."I shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen her at all.""What about Alexei?" She asked.I tried to mask the turmoil within me with a casual tone. "Oh, he had some business to attend to. Said he'd be back soon."Ogla's eyes, sharp and discerning, lingered on me for a
ZOEY The drive back home from Anastasia's estate felt longer than usual. The revelation that Zoey was Mikhail Volkov's granddaughter reverberated in my mind, a discordant melody of disbelief and bitter understanding. Zoey, the woman I had grown to care for, was linked by blood to Mikhail Volkov—the very man who had planned the death of my brother. The city lights blurred in the distance as I navigated through the maze of my own conflicted emotions. Zoey, with her innocent charm and resilient spirit, had become a beacon of light in the shadows of my world. Now, those shadows threatened to engulf her, intertwining her fate with the legacy of a man consumed by vengeance. Yaz sensed the turmoil within me. His sharp gaze lingered, unspoken questions hanging in the air like an unyielding fog. Finally, he broke the silence. "What's going on in that head of yours, boss?" Yaz's words cut through the quiet, probing for answers I wasn't ready to give. I remained silent, the weight of the t
ALEXEIRestlessness clawed at me all day. The search for Zoey remained unproductive, and a growing sense of panic enveloped everyone. Yet, I couldn't allow myself to succumb to fear. I had to find her, no matter what it took—even if it meant searching every corner of the earth.In the midst of the anxious atmosphere, Yelena barged into my office, her face etched with panic. "Alexei..."I shot up from my chair, concern flooding my senses. "What's wrong?"She sniffled, visibly shaken. "You should come and see this."Confusion furrowed my brow. "What is it?"Without answering, Yelena grabbed my hand and pulled me with urgency. I followed her, my heart pounding as we made our way to the garden. At the foot of the garden, she pointed at something, and my heart skipped a beat.Blood.Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scruti
ALEXEIThe hospital room was a whirlwind of emotions – joy, relief, and a bit of lingering panic. Zoey lay in the bed, holding our newborn son, who seemed blissfully unaware of the chaos he had just caused. The guys, Viktor and Yaz, were still grappling with the reality of the situation.Yaz was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. "Man, I never signed up for this. I thought we were just dealing with the mafia stuff, not witnessing a childbirth!"Viktor, ever the practical one, was attempting to hand me a stack of diapers as if that would solve everything. "Here, Alexei, you need to be prepared. Diapers are crucial."I chuckled, taking the diapers from him. "Thanks, Viktor. But I think I got the basics covered."Emma and Yelena, the unsung heroes in this comedy of errors, were quietly reveling in the spectacle. Yelena shot me a smug grin. "Looks like the mighty mafia boss is facing a challenge he never expected."Emma nodded in agreement. "Who would've thought that our toughes
ZOEY TEN MONTHS LATER As the dust settled and the chaos faded away, life began to return to some semblance of normalcy. Alexei and I found solace in each other's arms, our love strengthened by the trials we endured together. The Bratva, once a source of fear and danger, was now under our control. The dark clouds that had loomed over us lifted, leaving room for the warmth of a new beginning. We worked tirelessly to rebuild what was broken, not just in the organization but in our personal lives. Our love grew stronger as we faced the challenges together. The scars of the past were healing, and the future looked brighter than ever. Yelena, Emma and the guys stood by our side, their loyalty unwavering. The bond forged in the crucible of adversity proved unbreakable. We laughed together, cried together, and celebrated the victories we thought were impossible. As time passed, the nightmares of the past were replaced by the dreams of a promising future. The once-dreaded name of Mik
ALEXEIThe drive to the warehouse was tense, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Yelena, Yaz, and I were focused, each lost in our thoughts.The plan was simple – storm the warehouse, neutralize Mikhail and his men, and bring Zoey back unharmed.As we approached the warehouse, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The familiar sights of the criminal underworld surrounded us – dimly lit alleys, shadowy figures, and the distant sounds of the city at night.Yaz parked the car at a discreet distance. "We're here. Let's go over the plan one more time."I nodded, taking a deep breath. "We need to catch them off guard. Yaz, lead our men to the back entrance. Yelena, you and I will go through the front. We'll converge on Mikhail and Zoey from both sides."Yelena gripped the weapon at her side, her eyes fierce. "We've got this, Alexei. Let's bring Zoey home."As we moved into position,
ALEXEII stood there, staring Mikhail down. This guy had caused so much havoc in our lives. He took my brother from me, tried to harm Zoey and me countless times, messed with my businesses, and now he had the nerve to demand my Bratva.It was a sick joke.There's no way I'm handing over my Bratva to him, no matter what he thinks.But then Zoey yelled, and my blood ran cold. "Don't do it, Alexei. He has Yelena."Yelena? What had that bastard done now?Before I could react, Mikhail slapped Zoey across the face, and I felt fury boil inside me."How dare you hit her?" I roared, ready to tear him apart. But then he grabbed Zoey and pointed his gun at her head."Take one step, and she's gone," he sneered, his gaze daring me to defy him.He ordered his scar-faced henchman to go after Yelena, and I felt a surge of panic.Yaz's voice came through the earpiece, "Don't worry, Alexei, I'll follow him and get
ZOEYI sat there in the cold basement, wondering where Alexei was. He had gone after Mikhail, so I assumed he didn't know Yelena and I were kidnapped.I was so thirsty and hungry, and the cold in the basement was making it worse. Yelena and I huddled together for warmth in the chilly space, but it wasn't enough to ease the discomfort.Yelena, her face full of concern, asked, "Are you okay, Zoey?"I nodded, trying to downplay the discomfort. "I am fine.""Are you sure?" She pressed.I sighed. "Just hungry, that's all." Hunger was gnawing at my insides.Suddenly, Yelena shot up and marched angrily to the door. She started banging on it loudly, yelling for whoever was responsible to let us out. "Hey! Get us the fuck out of here, assholes."Yelena's outburst startled me, and I watched as she unleashed her frustration on the door, demanding answers.I sat on the floor, too exhausted to join Yelena in her futi
ZOEYOne moment, I'm alone in Alexei's office, and the next, someone covers my nose with a wet cloth. The next thing I know, I wake up in a creepy basement.And guess who's behind this delightful surprise? Yep, my dear old grandfather, Mikhail. It's amazing how family can turn into your worst nightmare.This time, though, I'm not just scared; I'm downright terrified. There's a tiny human growing inside me, and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to my baby. No way am I letting my own blood pose a threat to my child.I'm ready to fight tooth and nail to protect my little one. Bring it on, Mikhail. You have no idea the mama bear you've just awakened.I scanned the dimly lit basement, my eyes adjusting to the gloom. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of the situation sinking in. It wasn't just me anymore; I had a life inside me, depending on me. My child. I couldn't afford to lose my composure.
ALEXEIThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as Mikhail's piercing gaze met mine. The moment felt suspended in time, the weight of our shared history palpable in the charged atmosphere.I took a step forward, my eyes never leaving Mikhail's. "You didn't think I'd come knocking, did you?"Mikhail chuckled, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Alexei, my old friend, I must admit, this is unexpected. What brings you to my humble abode?"I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his feigned innocence. "Cut the act, Mikhail. We both know the game we've been playing."He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Game? This is no game, Alexei. It's survival. And in this world, only the strong survive."I scoffed at his pseudo-philosophical posturing. "Survival doesn't justify the lives you've ruined, the chaos you've sown. You've crossed too many lines, Mikhail."His eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation
ALEXEIThe concealed entrance opened into a dimly lit corridor, and we moved swiftly, our senses heightened. I led the way, flanked by Viktor and Yaz. The echoes of Viktor's team creating chaos outside served as our cover.The corridor branched into narrow hallways, and Pavel navigated with confidence, guiding us deeper into Mikhail's stronghold. The air was thick with tension as we approached the heart of the operation.The first sign of resistance came in the form of a couple of guards patrolling a corridor. Viktor's team had drawn them away, but we needed to neutralize any stragglers.With a subtle hand signal, Viktor and Yaz dispatched the guards efficiently, ensuring minimal noise. As we moved forward, the scent of musty air mixed with the acrid tang of industrial chemicals filled our nostrils.Pavel directed us through a series of winding passages until we reached a door that seemed inconspicuous but held the pr
ALEXEIThe pre-dawn darkness hung heavy in the air as I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Zoey. A soft kiss on her forehead was my silent goodbye before I dressed in the attire of my trade – all black, from head to toe. The weight of the leather jacket felt familiar, a shield against the impending storm.I made my way to the office where Viktor and Yaz were already waiting, the air thick with anticipation. I could see Viktor, ever the showman, flexing his muscles."You sure you're up for this, Viktor?" I asked with a smirk.He grinned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Born ready, boss. Ready to kick some ass."Yaz chuckled at Viktor's bravado. "Let's hope those muscles are as ready as you claim."We headed to the garage where our men were gathered, a sea of faces that mirrored a mix of determination and uncertainty. As their leader, it was my responsibility to address them, to give them purpose and instill