Anika raised an eyebrow towards her guard. Klaus had scolded her for going to the club without him, but the conversation quickly turned into a reminder of how much they missed each other and how much Anika was finally enjoying her freedom. So she didn't insist too much. But after ending the call, she glanced at the dance floor. As planned, Vlad and Sonya were dancing on the lower level, so she gave a little excited jump. She had seen the look the man had given her friend, and considering that she was feeling particularly inclined to create some drama around her, she could say she was satisfied with herself. Smiling, she returned to the VIP lounge sofa, watching the crowd dance was almost relaxing. The vibration of the music around her was exciting, and she took a sip of her drink when someone finally caught her attention, and a chill ran down her spine. It was Gregory Urich. He was in another booth, just like her, observing the crowd, leaning over a table and holding a glass of whisk
Klaus ended the call with Anika, still not entirely sure he liked the idea of the woman being in one of his clubs, without much supervision, although he trusted Vlad, he knew it was a hangout for people who would definitely try to get close to Anika, and again, he trusted Vlad to keep the woman in check, but he also knew that under the circumstances, she might order him to do things the wrong way. Sighing, he set his phone down on the metal table, before reaching for the damp towel he'd been wiping his bloody knuckles with. "And good?" he asked turning to the scene behind him, his business trip had been interrupted by an unpleasant visit from his father, his punishment for disrespecting him was of course to make him show that he was still as ruthless as ever, Mikhail knew that Klaus hated getting his hands dirty so she had sent him to solve one of the latest blunders of one of his brothers. “Please…please” sobbed the man sitting across from him, he was one of those responsible for
Anika woke up with the sensation of a wet kiss on the nape of her neck and a warm hand caressing her hip, the soft aroma of Klaus's cologne reaching her nostrils, unable to avoid it, she smiled, melting completely against the man's caresses, letting out a contented sigh as she felt the man's teeth glide against the tender skin of her shoulder, she was naked except for a lace thong, Klaus's sheets were so silky she had quickly become addicted to the feel of the fabric against her naked skin, "You're back," she whispered as she arched her back for more contact, he took a deep breath into her neck before sliding her hand up to Anika's bottom, stroking it lightly, making her gasp in surprise. “I missed you,” Klaus whispered against her ear, turning her into a nervous wreck, placing kisses on her neck and caressing her bottom as he leaned his weight on top of her. "I guess you weren't the only one," she said amused as she felt the hot erection pressing against her rear, she felt the man
Klaus looked at his friend, Otto, who was laughing amusedly at Klaus' obvious lack of enthusiasm. Klaus rolled his eyes while signing the papers."Oh, brother, that woman has you completely under her control," the man said, his face slightly contorted due to the scar that ran across it. "Did you really cover for me by saying it was because of me?""I panicked," Klaus complained, taking a deep breath but admitting that it had been ridiculous. "Not that she should know," he added."Oh, but you definitely owe me a session now," Otto asserted, taking the contract and glancing at it while Klaus rolled his eyes. Although he hadn't lied when he said it wouldn't be the first time he shared a woman with Otto, Anika's adverse reaction had touched a sensitive nerve. While he didn't intend to force her due to the situation, he was beginning to think that maybe he should do it. Making her let go of all her barriers was something he would immensely enjoy. "Do you really think she's good?" Otto aske
Anika stood up, trying to avoid waking up the girl before looking at Klaus. The man opened the door to the room, and Anika followed, curious to hear that Constantine was in the building, with a search warrant? Following her fiancé, Anika blinked as she saw all the guards in the living room. Around ten men in suits were standing, their serious gazes and the way Klaus seemed to tense up made her immediately uneasy."What's going on?" she asked as they headed towards Klaus's office, but the man shrugged before Vlad, who was waiting for their arrival, opened the door for them. Inside, Detective Eric Constantine and four policemen were standing, looking around. Upon seeing Constantine, Anika felt a chill run down her spine. The man was a friend of her father, with a penetrating gaze, threatening blue eyes, short blond hair styled in a military fashion, a loose-fitting brown suit, and a notepad and pen in his hand."Anika," the man greeted her."Eric," she responded automatically, forcing a
"Are you really doing this?" Constantine squinted his eyes in his direction before sitting down in front of him. Slowly, he laid out the crime scene images. Klaus observed them but forced himself to look at the pictures. The bodies of Adeline and Horace had been left in the middle of the rented room. Their hands were tied, and from what he could tell, it had been a quick execution. "What I really want to know is why your fingerprints are all over the crime scene," Constantine said, placing his hands on the table. "A man like you... I'm sure you would do whatever it takes to get Anika's daughter back without the Wagners getting involved." "Oh, you're right about that," Klaus replied, leaning forward. "I was in the suite. Anika and I went for Viktoria, just like we've been doing regularly for the past two months," he assured. "I have all the evidence you want, and we both know I'm not stupid enough to do something like this," he added, annoyed. "What do you gain from all this?" Const
Klaus left Anika and Viktoria to rest in the room before meeting with Igor. According to his man, all the guards were under investigation, so the unnecessary attention from the police had quickly raised his father's alarms. Mikhail called around five in the morning, sounding angry."What the hell is Constantine doing searching your house?" his father asked with an annoyed shout."Take it easy, I have nothing incriminating in the penthouse," Klaus assured, taking a cigarette from the pack that Igor handed to him. He took a deep drag, grateful for the nicotine to relieve the stress, and sank into the sofa."How the hell did you let this happen?" his father insisted. "Constantine right under our damn noses," he grumbled. "You're lucky the lawyer found a way to get you out of there.""I can handle it," Klaus insisted. "I had nothing to do with this shit... although it's suspiciously convenient. I need Ixander. I'm sure they're watching me. For anything else, Igor and Vlad will go in my pl
She had managed to process what had happened; her heart sank immediately at the memory of the Wagners. Even though she had been tempted to permanently keep Viktoria away from them, knowing that her little one would not only have to endure being separated from them but also her death, even if she was too young to truly remember, made her heart ache. To make her daughter suffer so early in life caused her heart to constrict with pain."Klaus?" she asked as she sat up. She was on a couch that seemed vaguely familiar. After leaving the police station, she had tried to get some sleep in the hotel room Klaus had arranged, but it wasn't long before they had to move again. All the movement was mainly exhausting for little Viktoria."Shhh, I'm here," Klaus said as he approached her. They were in a small but comfortable room. Klaus knelt in front of her, with dark circles under his eyes. He wore the same shirt as the day before, though without a tie and unbuttoned. His hair was disheveled. "Are