Nicolai's mind was full of memories of his brother as he prepared the bath for Alessia. His life had all changed when their father had suddenly appeared at Nicolai's mother's funeral. Nicolai had been twenty, and his world had been turned upside down by the revelation of his true paternity. Suddenly, he'd gone from being an only child to having a half-brother, and their father had shown him an unexpected affection.He and Dmitri had always been so different even as young men --Dmitri so serious and focused, Nicolai wild and unpredictable used to being on his own. Even so, Nicolai had looked up to Dmitri, admired his strength and the power he already garnered in their father's business. He'd followed in his wake, desperate to belong. To be a member of 'the family'. But where Nicolai had been overjoyed to finally know his true heritage, Dmitri had seen his father's attention as an insult, a challenge to his legacy. Their father trying to bring Nicolai into the fold had fueled his broth
Alessia sighed contentedly as Nicolai carefully lowered her into the deep tub, the warm water enveloping her sore muscles. She felt him behind her, his strong fingers working the kinks from her shoulders and back, and she leaned into his touch, reveling in the familiarity of his hands on her skin."This feels amazing," she murmured, closing her eyes and letting the stress of the past few weeks melt away."You're amazing," Nicolai replied, his breath warm against her ear. "Stronger than you know."Alessia's cheeks warmed at the compliment, and she turned her head to capture his lips in a soft kiss. "Thank you. For everything. I know this can't be easy for you, keeping me close while dealing with your brother."Nicolai's hands paused, and she felt his body tense. "It's my job to protect you," he said, his voice strained. "No one will hurt you, Alessia. Not while I'm alive."She turned in the large soaking tub to face him, gripping his wrists. "You're scaring me, Nicolai. What's going on
Alessia sat in the den, her eyes unfocused as she stared out the window. Nicolai hovered nearby, his concerned gaze never leaving her. The news of Petr's death and Dmitri's disappearance had shaken them both, but Nicolai's constant presence was beginning to wear on her nerves.She took a deep breath, forcing a small smile as she turned to him. "Nicolai, darling, why don't you go to your office? I'm sure there's work piling up."He frowned, moving closer. "I don't want to leave you alone, my love. Not after everything that's happened.""Really, I'll be fine. I know..."Just then, Sergei appeared in the doorway, a stranger at his side. "Boss, Mikhail needs you to go over some business matters," Sergei said.Nicolai hesitated, glancing between Alessia and the newcomers.Sergei cleared his throat and spoke directly to Alessia. "Mikail is...an accountant. He's got some important, uh, figures to go over."Alessia seized the opportunity. "Go on, darling. I'll be fine. I have some medical jou
The acrid scent of antiseptic couldn't mask the underlying smell of desperation that seemed to permeate St. Mary's Hospital at 2 AM. Dr. Alessia Russo's shoes squeaked against the linoleum as she strode down the corridor, her pace quickening with each step. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows, transforming the familiar hallway into something sinister. Alessia's heart pounded, not from the brisk walk, but from the knowledge of what she was about to do.As she approached her locker, Alessia glanced around furtively. Seeing no one, she quickly shed her white lab coat and stuffed it inside, replacing it with a nondescript black peacoat. She didn't want to draw attention to herself where she was going.Pushing open the heavy metal door leading to the alleyway behind the Hospital, a gust of cool night air hit her face, carrying with it the pungent odor of rotting garbage and stale urine. She grimaced, glancing around nervously, her heart pounding. She couldn't believe she w
When her alarm went off that evening, Alessia still hadn't made up her mind. She showered and dressed carefully, choosing a simple black dress that was elegant without being too flashy. As she applied her makeup, she tried to convince herself that she was just going to hear Nikolai out, that she wasn't committing to anything.At precisely 8 PM, a sleek black Bentley Bentayga pulled up in front of her building. The driver, a stone-faced man in a dark suit, opened the back door for her without a word. Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing.As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia.The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was wi
The week following her dinner with Nikolai Zhukov passed in a blur of sleepless nights and distracted days. Alessia found herself going through the motions at work, her mind constantly drifting back to the Bratva boss's offer.During a rare quiet moment in the ER, Alessia retreated to the staff lounge, cradling a cup of lukewarm coffee. She stared unseeing at the TV mounted on the wall, some daytime talk show playing at low volume."Earth to Dr. Russo," a voice cut through her reverie. Alessia blinked, focusing on her colleague, Dr. Sarah Chen. "You okay? You've been spacing out a lot lately."Alessia forced a smile. "Yeah, just... a lot on my mind."Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Anything you want to talk about?"For a moment, Alessia was tempted to confide in her friend. To spill everything about Nikolai, the Bratva, the impossible choice before her. But the words died in her throat. How could she explain without sounding insane? Or worse, without implicating Sarah in something dangerous
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 w
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