The warehouse echoed with muffled screams as Nikolai Zhukov calmly sipped his tea, watching the proceedings with detached interest. The man strapped to the chair before him was a sorry sight—bloodied, bruised, and trembling. But Nikolai felt no pity. In his world, betrayal had consequences.
"I'll ask you one more time, Dmitri," Nikolai said, his voice soft but laced with menace. "Where is the money?"
Dmitri's swollen eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for mercy he wouldn't find. "Please, Mr. Zhukov, I swear I don't know! I didn't take anything!"
Nikolai blew out a deep breath, setting down his teacup with a delicate clink. He leaned back in his chair, adjusted his perfectly straight silk tie, and cleared his throat. Nodding to the burly man standing behind Dmitri, he spoke again. "Igor, perhaps our friend needs some encouragement to jog his memory."
Igor grinned, cracking his knuckles as he moved forward. His massive frame cast a shadow over the trembling Dmitri, who whimpered in anticipation of the pain to come. But before Igor could lay a hand on him, a commotion near the warehouse entrance drew everyone's attention.
The heavy metal door burst open with a resounding clang, revealing two men half-dragging a third between them. Their faces were etched with panic and exertion as they stumbled into the dim light of the warehouse.
Nikolai's eyes widened as he recognized the injured man. "Sergei," he breathed, his usual composure slipping for a moment.
Sergei, one of Nikolai's most trusted lieutenants, hung limply between his comrades. His once-crisp white shirt was now a glistening crimson, saturated with blood that dripped steadily onto the concrete floor.
"Boss!" one of the men called out, his voice cracking with urgency. "Sergei's been shot! The deal went bad. It was an ambush!"
Nikolai's face hardened, his jaw clenching as he strode towards the group. "Alex, report," he barked, addressing the man who had spoken. "What happened?"
Alex swallowed hard, still supporting Sergei's weight. "We arrived at the meeting point as planned, but the Albanians... they were waiting for us. Opened fire before we could even speak. Sergei took two bullets pushing me out of the way."
For a long moment, Nikolai said nothing. The warehouse was silent save for Sergei's labored breathing and the steady drip of blood on concrete. Then, with a growl of frustration, Nikolai slammed his fist into a nearby crate, the wood splintering under the impact.
"Blyat!" he snarled, a rare display of emotion from the usually composed mob boss. "Those Albanian dogs will pay for this betrayal. I want them found, understand? No stone unturned, no hole left unchecked."
His men nodded fearfully, unused to seeing their leader so agitated. Nikolai took a deep breath, visibly pulling himself together. When he spoke again, his voice was calmer, but no less deadly.
"But first, we take care of our own." He turned to Igor, who was watching the scene with barely concealed concern. "Igor, take Sergei to the back room. The one we prepared for... special guests. Make him as comfortable as possible."
Igor nodded, moving to take Sergei's weight from the other men. As he did, Sergei groaned in pain, his eyes fluttering open. "B-boss," he rasped, "I'm sorry... I failed you..."
Nikolai's expression softened slightly. He stepped closer, placing a hand on Sergei's shoulder. "Hush now, old friend. You've never failed me. Rest. We'll fix this."
As Igor carried Sergei away, Nikolai's mind raced. The situation was dire. Sergei needed immediate medical attention, but taking him to a hospital was out of the question. Too many questions, too much risk. Then, like a light bulb flickering to life, he remembered.
A slow, calculating smile spread across Nikolai's face. "Well, well," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "It seems we have a perfect chance to test our new... acquisition."
He turned to Alex, who was still standing nearby, looking lost. "Alexander, I have a job for you. Go to St. Luke's Hospital. Find Dr. Alessia Russo. Tell her..." he paused, considering his words carefully. "Tell her that a friend is in need of her expertise. Bring her here, by any means necessary."
Alex nodded, relief evident on his face at having a clear task. "Yes, boss. Right away."
As the man hurried out, Nikolai's mind drifted to the beautiful doctor he had so recently brought into his fold. He was curious to see how she would handle her first real test. Would she rise to the occasion, or crumble under the pressure? Either way, it promised to be... entertaining.
Nikolai allowed himself a moment to savor the anticipation before turning back to the matter at hand. He fixed his gaze on Dmitri, still bound to the chair and looking more terrified than ever.
"Now then, Dmitri," Nikolai said, his voice silky smooth once more. "Where were we? Ah, yes. You were about to tell us where you've hidden my money."
As Igor returned, cracking his knuckles once more, Dmitri's whimpers filled the warehouse. But Nikolai paid them no mind. His thoughts were already racing ahead, imagining Dr. Russo's reaction when she arrived.
The game was about to become much more interesting.
Alessia was just finishing up with a patient when she felt a presence looming behind her. She turned to find one of Nikolai's men—the same mountain of a man she'd seen in the hospital cafeteria—standing there, looking comically out of place in the busy ER.
"Dr. Russo," he rumbled. "You're needed."
Alessia felt a surge of panic and anger. "Are you insane?" she hissed, grabbing his arm and pulling him into an empty exam room. "You can't just show up at my workplace like this!"
The man seemed unfazed by her outburst. "Boss's orders. There's been an incident. Your skills are required."
Alessia ran a hand through her hair, frustration mounting. "I can't just leave in the middle of my shift! I could lose my job!"
"That's not my problem, doctor," the man said flatly. "You made a deal. It's time to honor it."
The reality of her situation came crashing down on Alessia. She had indeed made a deal, and now she was being called to pay up. But that didn't mean she had to like it.
"Fine," she snapped. "Give me five minutes to sign out."
As the man waited outside, Alessia quickly made her excuses to the charge nurse, claiming a family emergency. It wasn't quite a lie; her compliance kept her brother 's care paid for.
Before leaving, she ducked into the staff lounge and grabbed her personal medical bag. Something told her she might need it.
The drive was tense and silent. Alessia's mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What kind of "incident" required her skills? What was she walking into?
As they pulled up to a nondescript warehouse, Alessia's anxiety peaked. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.
Inside, the scene that greeted her was like something out of a movie. Dmitri, still bound to the chair, was limp, his head resting against his chest, crimson stains on the wall behind him. Alessia looked away and concentrated on following the man who had retrieved her from the hospital. As they entered a small, nondescript room, her attention was immediately drawn to the man lying on a makeshift cot, his shirt soaked with blood, his face pale.
Nikolai appeared at her side, his presence both comforting and terrifying. "Ah, Dr. Russo. Thank you for coming so promptly. As you can see, we have a bit of a situation."
Alessia's rushed to the injured man's side, pushing her fear and anger aside as her training kicked in. "What happened?"
"Gunshot wound," Nikolai supplied. "My men say the bullet is still inside."
Alessia's mind reeled. She'd removed plenty of bullets over the years, but in an OR, or at least in a sterile environment with nurses and techs; modern equipment. There was nothing here. "He needs a hospital," she said firmly. "I'm not equipped to—"
"That's not an option," Nikolai cut her off, his tone brooking no argument. "You're all we have, doctor. I suggest you get to work."
Alessia looked around the grimy warehouse, then down at her limited supplies. This was insane. But as she met the injured man's pain-filled eyes, she knew she had no choice.
"I'll do what I can," she said, her voice stronger than she felt. "But I need supplies, and I need space. Everyone out except for you," she pointed to Alex, "I'll need an assistant."
To her surprise, Nikolai nodded. "Get her whatever she asks for." Alessia started calling out supplies in a staccato rhythm. Once she was done, the Bratva boss in yet another perfectly tailored suit, gestured for the others to leave. "If you need anything else, doctor, please don't hesitate to ask," Nickolai instructed. As the rest of the men filed out, he leaned in close to Alessia, his low gravely voice tickling the shell of her ear. "I have faith in you, Alessia. Don't let me down."
Alessia bit her bottom lip and nodded. As soon as she heard the door closed behind him, Alessia turned to her impromptu patient. "What's your name?"
"Sergei," the man grunted through clenched teeth.
"Okay, Sergei," Alessia said, pulling on a pair of gloves. "I'm going to do everything I can to help you. But this is going to hurt. A lot."
As she began to work, Alessia felt a strange sense of calm descend over her. This, at least, was familiar territory. Bullet wound or not, a patient was a patient.An hour later, Alessia emerged from the makeshift operating room, exhausted but triumphant. Sergei would live, though he'd need proper medical care and antibiotics to prevent infection.Nikolai was waiting for her, a pleased smile on his face. "Well done, doctor. I knew I made the right choice with you."The pra
The candlelight flickered across Jake's face, his green eyes sparkling with mirth as he regaled Alessia with tales of his latest rock climbing adventure. Bella Notte hummed with the soft murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of cutlery against fine china."So there I was, dangling by my fingertips, and I swear this mountain goat just stares at me like, 'What are you doing up here, buddy?'" Jake's infectious laughter drew a genuine smile from Alessia.She found herself relaxing for the first time in months. Jake was charming, funny, and refreshingly normal. No hidden agendas, no veiled threats. Just a man who'd been trying to ask her out for the better part of a year."I'm glad I finally said yes to this," Alessia admitted, surprising herself with her candor.Jake's smile softened. "Me too. I was starting to think you were immune to my rugged paramedic charm."As Alessia opened her mouth to respond, a flash of movement caught her eye. Her heart plummeted as she recognized the figu
Nikolai Zhukov stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, a glass of scotch in hand, his steely gaze fixed on the twinkling city lights below. His mind, however, was occupied with thoughts of a certain defiant doctor.Alessia Russo. The name alone sent a thrill through him, igniting a mix of emotions he wasn't accustomed to feeling. Her audacity in threatening him earlier should have infuriated him. In his world, such insolence typically warranted swift and brutal retribution.And yet...A smile played at the corners of his lips as he recalled the fire in her eyes, the steel in her voice. "One day, you're going to need me to save your life. And on that day, Nikolai, I'm going to remember this moment."He should be angry. He should put her in her place, remind her of the power he held over her and her loved ones. Instead, he found himself... amused. Intrigued. Aroused, even.Nikolai took a sip of his scotch, savoring the burn as he conjured an image of Alessia in his mind.
Alessia found Nikolai waiting for her in the penthouse's opulent living room, a fresh glass of scotch in his hand. His eyes raked over her, taking in the slight dishevelment of her appearance after tending to Tony's wounds."Ah, Dr. Russo," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust our guest is... comfortable?"Alessia bristled at his casual tone. "As comfortable as one can be after being beaten within an inch of their life," she retorted.Nikolai's lips quirked in amusement. "Such fire," he murmured. "It suits you, you know. That righteous anger."He gestured to a plush armchair across from him. "Sit. Have a drink with me."It wasn't a request. Alessia hesitated for a moment before sinking into the offered seat. Nikolai poured her a generous measure of scotch, pressing the cool glass into her hand."Why am I here, Nikolai?" Alessia asked, her voice weary. "Haven't I done what you asked?"Nikolai studied her over the rim of his glass. "You have. Admirably so. But I find myself... cur
The rhythmic thud of fists against leather echoed through Nikolai's private gym. Sweat glistened on his bare torso as he unleashed a barrage of punches on the heavy bag, each impact a futile attempt to drive Alessia Russo from his mind.Hours had passed since their encounter, yet he could still feel the ghost of her body pressed against his, could still smell the faint scent of her perfume mingled with antiseptic. It was maddening.With a growl of frustration, Nikolai landed a vicious hook that sent the bag swinging wildly. He steadied it, breathing heavily, his mind racing.What was it about her that had gotten under his skin so thoroughly? Her defiance? Her compassion? The way she looked at him not with fear, but with a dangerous mix of curiosity and understanding?"Bozhe moy," he muttered, reaching for a towel. "Get it together, Nikolai."A knock at the door interrupted his brooding. "Enter," he called, not bothering to turn around.Sergei's reflection appeared in the mirrored wall
The harsh fluorescent lights of St. Mary's emergency room did nothing to flatter Alessia's exhausted features. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, a testament to the grueling double shifts she'd been pulling all week. Her usually neat ponytail had devolved into a messy bun, wisps of hair escaping to frame her face in a chaotic halo."Dr. Russo, we need you in Trauma 2!"Alessia's head snapped up at the call, her tired brain kicking into gear. "On my way!" she shouted back, gulping down the last of the lukewarm brown liquid that passed for coffee here before rushing to meet her next patient.The next few hours blurred together in a cacophony of beeping monitors, urgent voices, and the ever-present smell of antiseptic. It was nearing the end of her sixteenth hour on duty when she finally had a moment to breathe.Leaning against the nurses' station, Alessia closed her eyes briefly, rubbing at her temples and willing the pounding in her head to subside. A familiar voice made them snap open aga
As Alessia climbed the marble steps to the imposing doors of White Birch Manor, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribs, they swung open silently. A distinguished man in his late fifties, impeccably dressed in a crisp black suit, greeted her with a slight bow."Good evening, Dr. Russo," he said, his English tinged with a faint Russian accent. "Welcome to White Birch Manor. I am Dmitri, the head of household. Please, follow me."Still reeling from the grandeur of her surroundings, Alessia could only nod mutely. She followed Dmitri into the mansion, her head swiveling to take everything in. The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior – high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, gleaming hardwood floors partially covered by plush Oriental rugs, and walls lined with what appeared to be priceless artwork.Dmitri led her up a sweeping staircase and down a long hallway, finally stopping before a set of double doors. "Your room, Dr. Russo," he said, opening the door
Alessia watched Irina slip out the door and the door swung farther open. Nickolai stepped over the threshold and Alessia's lungs seemed to freeze. He was dressed in black slacks that fit him perfectly, accentuating his long, powerful legs. A black silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of his tanned throat, clung to his broad shoulders and chest. His dark hair was cut short and perfectly parted, not a strand out of place. His strong, chiseled jaw was smooth, without a hint of stubble, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face.He looked expensive. Powerful. Dangerous.Nicolai's steel-gray eyes raked over her form as she stood under his scrutiny. A smile bloomed on his sensuous lips, an expression she'd never seen on his face before. It was more disconcerting than his usual serious demeanor, making her heart race in a way she wasn't entirely comfortable examining."Alessia," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "I hope you enjoyed your bath