Anika cried as she looked out the window, Moscow was a beautiful city, but the feeling of being lost and alone was too overwhelming to allow her to enjoy the view.Klaus's proposal had only managed to confuse her, the man evidently had ulterior motives, and although he had promised not to tell her any more lies, Anika didn't trust him completely, but she had no choice, not if the man really knew who she was. A part of her was disappointed, to have found someone who had tried to protect her just because goodwill was too good to be true, the man had been gentle just to get something from her father."can we talk?" The female voice behind her startled her, Alenna, Klaus's little sister was standing by the bed, watching her in that peculiar way, the girl might be fourteen, but there was a level of maturity behind those gray eyes that it was almost disturbing, she had on a gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt that even covered his hands, her posture was upright and elegant, her long da
Anika swallowed hard as they got closer to the private jet, it was elegant and expensive looking, Klaus had woken her with an almost threatening appearance, so she had wondered, how long had the man been looking at her, knowing that now she would be in an unknown place, with him, it made her stomach clench at the possibilities, after all, she had no idea of the man's true plans, but if he could offer him protection, it was enough for her. "Where exactly are we going?" she asked Klaus, the man had been silent most of the way, this time he hadn't sat her on his lap, which she was grateful for, especially considering she wasn't sure she could have held her ground, the man gave her a sharp look with the corner of his eye "It's better that you don't know" he assured "If anyone else finds out where we're going, it could put us both in danger" Klaus explained, the car stopped and one of her guards opened the door for her. “What about your guards?” she asked, stating the obvious. "If one of
Tension settled in the jet after that, Anika avoiding his gaze completely as he tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, his joke about the size of his member had given him the perfect opportunity to play with her, and shit. He had wanted to show her that he could make her scream without the need for a fucking vibrator, but her confession made him see red for a second. Klaus was breaking his own code by deciding to kidnap Anika and torture her, he didn't hurt women, he was completely against human trafficking, shit, he had even killed one of his brothers for raping a girl ten years ago, the man who had struck Anika in an attempt to subdue her was bitten by his own command, but something about the way she had cringed before him…he had chosen to break her heart because he couldn't force himself to physically torture like his sister or his father Her words replayed in her mind. Had she been a battered woman? No doubt that explained the way she reacted every time he surprise
Klaus looked at the woman's body, although he hadn't intended to push her beyond her limit yet, the sight of her reddened breasts moving due to her heavy breathing made the desire resurface, fucking the flight attendant had been Liberating, yes, but having done it while Anika watched had sparked something in him, he just had to figure out what it was. The woman's breasts were round and full, the weight and gravity making them fall perfectly between his hands, and the nipples were just as he had imagined them, brown, and red with arousal, though a slight bruise marred her side. because of the blows, he could see her breathing agitated, reacting to his proposal "I'm hurt," she reminded him, but her trembling voice gave it away, Klaus growled, as he pinched the woman's hardened nipples, causing a gasp that went straight to his erection. "You won't need to move for what I have in mind," Klaus assured her, leaning in, sliding his hands up the back of her ass, pressing her against his che
Mark was the kind of man her father always warned her about, she knew that deep down, the day she met him it was the height of summer, his dark hair cropped short, gray eyes that in the right light almost seemed green, toothy smile always ready, affable and a little crazy, always pushing Anika to try new things, for their first week together, she hadn't even had to worry about her responsibilities, her father, the tattoos on his body they told a story, he was full of scars, she knew most of them, but there was always a part of himself that he never fully revealed. After a month, she had confronted her father, who had finally found her and discovered that she had a relationship with the man, he had not been happy about it, he had called her horrible names, and Anika had blindly believed in the man, had run away from her father in search of Mark, he had comforted her, taken her to Vienna, gotten a small apartment for both of them, and then left her alone for months, calling at odd hours
For the first two weeks, Anika was cautious with her every action, she was confused, after the first night, Klaus hadn't touched her sexually, especially after she had woken up more sore than ever, her body still in bad shape. The beatings and having sex had only worsened her discomfort, once the endorphins had evaporated, and her overwhelmed brain had managed to make synapses, she had stayed away from the man...more or less.Even though Klaus was being considerate of her injuries, and keeping his hands to himself, they still shared a room so his gray eyes followed her like she was some strange animal, but it wasn't that look that made the hairs on his hair grow. His skin crawled with fear, sometimes Klaus was completely lost in himself, his gaze turning dark and determined and terrifying.Other than that, he spent hours locked in his office, which gave Anika some time to explore the cabin, not that she had anywhere to go anyway, the front door was unlocked, she knew that, but the car
Anika sat on Klaus's lap, who was looking at her warily, even when the man was gentle in touching her, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was ignoring, she just wasn't sure what it was, it probably had to do with the fact that the man represented everything the woman had been running from for years, but in the two weeks they had shared the cabin in silence, with the man, she had seen the torment in his eyes occasionally, sometimes, as he pretended to sleep, she could see his sad expression, followed by anger."May I ask, what is tormenting you?" Anika asked, taking the lead and brushing his hair off the forehead, Klaus raised an eyebrow in her direction."For two weeks, you've been acting like I've kiked a puppy, and now you're worried about my well-being." Anika blushed slightly, she had been self-absorbed all this time, she hadn't bothered to notice that Klaus had opened up to her again. One way or another, he had helped her escape from her captors."We can
Anika was asleep when she felt Klaus's hand on her shoulder, alarmed by the sudden sensation, she sat up slightly, still in the haze of the dream, she could feel her heart pounding with the terror of the nightmare, the faceless men of her dreamfaded when the light came on, Klaus was in front of her, looking at her curiously, he still had his clothes from the day, which meant he hadn't gone to bed, Anika breathed a sigh of relief as she found herself face to face with Klaus , instead of having to face again the man who tormented her dreams"Hey, what's wrong?" Klaus asked, reaching out to her and taking her into his arms and carrying her against his chest. His large arms felt like a safe place at that moment, and Anika appreciated the company."Nightmare," she whispered, her voice shaking from her with her panic, feeling her chest compress so that breathing seemed like hard work. "Okay, breathe," Klaus said, taking her by the shoulders and breathing with her "That's it, inhale, exhale"
The Wagner's funeral would be televised, which made Anika uneasy. She knew that the fact that Viktoria was now officially with her would not bring about good opinions regarding the adoption. However, Klaus had insisted that showing up and facing the situation would be the best for everyone, not to mention that Viktoria had the right to attend and see her relatives.While getting the girl ready, Anika couldn't help but think that maybe staying away from her would have been the best choice. Even if she wasn't responsible for the Wagner's death, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. After all, if it weren't for her, the Wagners would have returned home, and Viktoria would still be a happy little girl. Even if she didn't know the truth, it was the only way Anika could imagine her daughter being completely happy.She dressed the little girl in the same way Adeline used to, with a black tulle dress and a small bow at her back. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Anika herself wore a d
Anika's hands trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the small urn in front of her. Her legs gave way completely, a sense of weight settling in her chest, and the pain, raw like that first day, along with the memories, hit her abruptly. She carefully took the urn, it was light, perhaps too light, but she cradled it against her chest as tears fell down her cheeks, and a cry of pain escaped her lips. "My baby," she cried as she kissed the lid of the urn, while memories forcefully invaded her. For years, she had done everything possible to push away the pain, to hide it in the deepest part of her mind, just like the things Mark had done to her, deceiving herself and forcing herself to remember only what was necessary to not lose herself in madness, in the pain that now invaded her. The memory of her little son and what she had suffered to bring him into the world came rushing back. Closing her eyes, she thought of the feeling of holding him in her arms, the adorable laughter she had on
Anika was startled by the sensation of Klaus sliding into bed next to her, all the anxiety and tension she had been feeling for days finally disappearing as she felt the man's arms around her body. "You're back," she said, her eyes filling with tears of relief as she clung tightly to his chest. Klaus looked tired, but he hugged her back tightly. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "It will be now," he assured her, taking a deep breath. "I took care of Gregory, Otto is not happy, but Ryan is somewhat... rational about his brother." "So, he did it? Was it him...?" she asked, swallowing hard, not daring to say the words outright. Klaus ran a hand over his face, the dark bags under his bloodshot eyes were prominent. "My men are searching the hangar right now... Your father fulfilled his part of the deal, and Constantine backed off... I asked Vlad to bring Viktor's ashes here," he added, gently stroking her face. Anika felt a knot in her chest and nodded. "Would you like to know what's in
Klaus got out of the car, furious, pulling Gregory along with him. Vlad and Igor had done their job and had recovered the son of a bitch, who was probably under the influence of something judging by the shitty smile on his bloodied lips. Otto, his brother, was waiting for him in the cellar, clenching his lips as he watched them with a tight jaw. "I told you to control him," Klaus growled, pushing Gregory towards his brother. The younger Urich was battered and had a deranged look on his face, but he stumbled into Otto and fell to the floor, pointing an accusing finger at him and spitting in his direction. "He killed three of my men, sold the damn weapons to the Kasakovs." "Are you crazy?" Otto asked, looking at his brother, his face turning red. Gregory spat. "I only did what you and Ryan refused to do," he complained. "Too scared of the Petrovs to get the money." "Shut the fuck up," Otto growled, hitting his brother in the face and pushing him against the wall, causing him to stum
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
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
"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
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
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