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 praise, coming on the heels of the adrenaline crash, made Alessia's temper flare. "You had no right," she hissed, stepping close to him. "No right to put me in that position. To show up at my workplace. And bring me here with nothing! If you expect me to help your people, you can't expect me to do it with band-aides and chewing gum! It's a miracle your man is still alive."
Nikolai's smile didn't waver. "And yet, he is." A tattooed hand reached up and stroked her jaw. When he took her chin in his thumb and forefinger, Alessia could suppress a shiver. She fought to hold his gaze. "You were magnificent. Even, as you say, with band-aides and chewing gum." He leaned forward, close enough that their breaths entwined. "Saving lives, just as you've always done. Only now, you're saving the right lives."
Alessia felt sick. "The right lives? These are criminals, Nikolai. What you're doing here—what you made me part of—it's wrong."
"Is it?" Nikolai challenged softly. "Tell me, doctor. If I hadn't called you, what would have happened to Sergei? He would have died, yes? And how is that any different from the countless lives you save in your ER?"
"It's completely different!" Alessia protested, but even as she said it, she felt a flicker of doubt.
Nikolai's lips brushed her cheek as he spoke in her ear. "Life is life, Alessia. Death is death. The rest... it's all just details."
Before she could formulate a response, her phone buzzed in the pocket of her scrubs. Nickolai stepped back and dropped her chin, allowing her to answer. He watched as she listened to the person on the other line.
Alessia felt the blood drain from her face after she had exchanged a few words with the person on the other end. When she killed the connection, she glared at Nickolai. "It seems my brother has a visitor. A lovely young woman with a 'charming Russian accent.' What have you done?"
Nikolai's expression was the picture of innocence. "Me? I've done nothing. I simply thought your brother might appreciate some company during his recovery. Hospitals can be so lonely."
The implied threat was clear. Alessia's hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You bastard," she whispered.
"Now, now," Nikolai chided gently. "Is that any way to speak to your new employer? Besides, I'm sure Marco is enjoying the company. Yelena can be very... persuasive when she wants to be."
Alessia's mind raced. She wanted nothing more than to rush to the hospital, to make sure Marco was safe. But she knew that wasn't an option. Not now. Not with Nikolai holding all the cards.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, hating the defeat in her voice.
Nikolai's smile widened. "For now? Nothing more than what you've already given. Your skills, your discretion, your loyalty. The rest... well, we'll see how things develop, won't we?"
As Alessia stood there, feeling trapped and powerless, she couldn't help but think of all the choices that had led her to this moment. Each one had seemed so small, so necessary at the time. But now, looking back, she could see the path that had brought her here—to this warehouse, with blood on her hands and a mobster's smile sending chills down her spine.
"Can I go now?" she asked, suddenly desperate to be anywhere but here. "I'd like to visit my brother."
Nikolai nodded magnanimously. "Of course. Alex will drive you back to your car. And Alessia?" He caught her arm as she turned to leave. "Thank you for your service today. You've proven your worth. I look forward to our continued partnership."
Alessia couldn't find any words to answer. She simply stared into his cold grey eyes for several long heartbeats before turning to follow her driver back out of the warehouse.
The drive home was a blur. Alessia's mind kept replaying the events of the day—the surgery, Nikolai's words, the threat to Marco. It all seemed surreal, like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from.
As Alex pulled up to her apartment building, Alessia shook herself out of her daze. "I... I need to check on my brother," she said, half to herself.
The man met her eyes in the rear view mirror. "I thought you might want to clean up first."
Alessia started to argue but then caught sight of her scrub pants and clogs, both covered in dried blood. She hadn't even noticed. She grabbed the door handle and wrenched the heavy door open. "I'll be right back."
Alex only nodded though she thought she saw pity in his expression. The look made her stomach flip in discomfort. If this man pitied her, her situation must be worse than she imagined. And, on the ride here, she had imagined some pretty low spots.
A few minutes later, she was back in the car in clean clothes. The drive to St. Luke's was tense. Alessia's mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if this mysterious Russian woman had done something to Marco? How was she going to get herself out of this mess?
As they pulled up to the hospital, Alessia was out of the car before it had fully stopped. She raced through the familiar halls, her heart pounding.
When she reached Marco's room, she paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before pushing open the door.
The scene that greeted her was... surprisingly normal. Marco was propped up in bed, looking better than he had the day before. And sitting beside him, a magazine open on her lap, was a stunningly beautiful woman with long blonde hair.
They both looked up as Alessia entered. Marco's face lit up. "Alessia! You're here!"
The woman stood gracefully, extending a hand. "You must be Marco's sister. I'm Yelena. It's so nice to meet you."
Alessia stared at the offered hand in consternation, her mind struggling to process the scene before her. This woman—Yelena—didn't seem threatening. In fact, she seemed genuinely friendly but who knew her real story.
"I... it's nice to meet you," Alessia managed before dismissing the woman and turning her attention to her brother. "Marco, how are you feeling?"
As Marco launched into a detailed account of his day, peppered with glowing praise for Yelena's company, Alessia found herself relaxing slightly. Maybe she had overreacted. Maybe Nikolai's words had just been a mind game, a way to keep her off balance.
But as Yelena excused herself to "let the siblings catch up," she paused at the door, meeting Alessia's eyes. For just a moment, the friendly mask slipped, revealing something hard and calculating beneath. Then it was gone, replaced by a warm smile as Yelena waved goodbye.
The message was clear. Yelena might be playing nice now, but she was here for a reason. And that reason was to keep Alessia in line.
As Alessia sank into the chair by Marco's bed, listening to him grouse about the nurses waking him up all the time and how bad the food was she felt the weight of her choices pressing down on her. She had entered this world thinking she could keep it separate from her real life, from the people she loved. But now she realized how naive that had been.
There was no going back. No clear line between her old life and this new, dangerous one. It was all tangled together now, a web of lies and half-truths and unspoken threats.
And at the center of it all was Nikolai Zhukov, pulling the strings with a smile.
Alessia looked at her brother, still talking animatedly despite his injuries, and felt a fierce surge of protectiveness. She had made this choice to keep him safe. And no matter what it cost her—her career, her conscience, her soul—she would see it through.
As she left the hospital later that evening, Alessia's phone buzzed with a text. It was from an unknown number, but she knew instantly who it was from:
"Well done today, doctor. Sergei is resting comfortably. Sleep well."
Alessia stared at the message for a long moment before deleting it. As she climbed into the Uber she had called, she caught sight of her reflection in the rearview mirror. The woman staring back at her looked tired, haunted.
But there was something else there too. A hardness that hadn't been there before. A resolve to do whatever she had to do to keep her brother safe. Whatever Nikolai had planned for her, Alessia would have to adapt.
As she rode home through the darkening city streets, Alessia couldn't shake the feeling that she was now playing a game she didn't understand and one she'd better learn the rules of sooner rather than later.
The question was: how far was she willing to go to win?
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
Nicolai stood, offering his hand to help her up. "Excellent. I know you will enjoy it. "The cool night air enveloped them as they strolled down the stone pathway, the fairy lights twinkling above like a celestial escort. The sound of the river grew louder, and Alessia's nerves began to settle, lulled by the peaceful atmosphere. Nicolai's hand brushed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine, but he didn't take it, maintaining a respectful distance.As they reached the gazebo, Alessia gasped in wonder. The wooden structure was adorned with vines and flowers, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine. A soft, golden light emanated from within, casting a romantic glow over the surroundings. Nicolai led her inside, where a plush blanket was spread out, surrounded by pillows. He gestured for her to sit, and Alessia complied, feeling the softness envelop her. The sound of the river provided a soothing background hum, and for a moment, she forgot about the tension that had arisen