Anastasiya
“She’s not awake yet?”
“No, she’s been out since we brought her in. The fucker did quite a number on her.”
Wait, why did the voice sound so familiar? Oh, no! Martin will kill me if there are uninvited guests! I need to get up. I need-
“Thank God you spoke to Dimitri about this, Killian! She would be dead by now if you didn’t!”
“Killian…?” I murmur, my throat feeling as dry as parchment and my eyes struggling to open. I realise that I’m lying on my side and turn my head, opening my eyes straight into the green pair that haunts my dreams.
“Hey, Princess,” he says with a smile and strokes my hair. “How’re you feeling?”
What? “Killian? Why… Why are you here? What happened?” I stutter with a hoarse voice. The last thing I remember was hearing a bang before fading out. It usually happens
I sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised. Now I realise how foolish I was before.“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?” Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it. Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”
Devyn’s POVI understand now that all my recent decisions led me here. I could have avoided this if only I spoke up sooner. If only I stayed away from him. And yet here we were.“How could you do this to me, Devyn? How the fuck does this justify everything we have been through? HOW?” He continued to shout at me with tears of betrayal streaming down his face.I know what I’ve done, and I know I should regret it, but I don’t.Hurting him was the last thing on my mind, but when push came to shove, I needed to look after myself first. Where was he when shit went down and I sat with nothing but disappointment? Now he wanted to scream at me about betrayal when he was the one who threw everything away.He was the one who threw me away.“I’m sorry.” Is all I managed to say. I broke this man and could not even bother with a half-assed apology.He scoffed a
It was 8:30 am and Devyn Reilly was late for work again.“Fuck!!” she yelled to no one in particular, rushing out of her apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time, she reached the parking garage in record time and sprinted to her car. Her boss had warned her about her tardiness, and she had a feeling that today would be her last warning.She parked her car around the corner from the bar and combed her fingers through her unruly red hair. Satisfied, she raced inside. Morris looked up as she entered the bar and shook his head. He was a short Italian man with a bald spot no one dared to mention. He also had a penchant for being handsy with the waitresses. They knew he had ties to some very bad people, so they kept their distance and let him do as he pleased.She ran up to him, apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry, Morris. This is my last time, I swear!” She said as she put on her apron, but he made a move to stop her. Gripping her wrist, h
Trudging up the stairs, her head hung low. She felt strangled by her misfortune. So much so, that she did not see the person in front of her.“Ah!” she cried out, almost tumbling backward, but a strong grip caught her and drew her close.“Hey, babe,”She glanced up in surprise as the face of her boyfriend stared down at her. His hazel eyes softened as he took in her expression.“Nathan?” she asked incredulously. What was he doing here? “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”He shrugs, “Nah. You never call me during work hours, so I figured something was off.”Devyn broke out into a smile and wrapped her arms around him. How did she end up with someone like this with all her bad luck?“You figured right,” she grumbled into his chest as he stroked her hair. With a sigh, he broke the embrace and looked at her. “Let’s get inside then we can chat, baby
11 pm - Nathan walked her up to her apartment door. She turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you so much for today, babe. I really needed it.” She mumbled into his chest and inhaled his cologne. He ran his fingers through her hair and brought his lips down to meet hers.Nathan met her lips with such demand that it took her breath away. He had never kissed her like this before, and it felt like she could snap from the way he wound her up. He ran his tongue over hers and fisted her hair behind her head as he claimed her mouth. Pushing her up against the door, she felt his erection press up against her abdomen. His hand that was around her waist suddenly went lower and underneath her skirt.What was wrong with her soft-spoken boyfriend?She broke the kiss and gently pushed him away. “Woah, Nate. Let’s back up a bit, okay?” She said, struggling to catch her breath. When she looked up at him, she saw the rage
Kieran Teague took a drag of his cigarette and looked at the pathetic piece of shit in front of him. His men had just caught this one outside one of his strip clubs and noticed the tattoo, knowing their boss would reward them well. They were not wrong.He glared down at the MC member and grabbed his Karambit knife again. The man looks up at him and grins, “Fuck you,” he grumbled and spat at his torturer’s feet.Kieran sighs in anger. He walks towards his captive and rears his fist back, connecting with the man’s nose repeatedly.“Tell me where the fuck they took my shipment!” He growled in frustration, landing a final blow to the throat.“Kieran! For fuck sakes, you’ll kill him before we know anything!” Danielle, Kieran’s sister, grabbed his fist and pulled him back. Kieran spun around and glared at her, “Don’t touch me, Dani.” He warns, pointing a finger at her, and turns towar
He walked into the club and looked around for his usual sub, Marley. He didn’t spot her, so he headed over to his VIP section and called a server over. She was a perky blonde, wearing a tight latex dress with heels to match. She was walking around with a collar around her neck.He knew most men loved this blonde, but she didn’t interest him. “Sir,” she says while kneeling down in front of him with her head down. He tilted her chin up to look at her and gave her a look he knew she would feel in her core.“Kim,” he dragged out her name and caught the blush on her cheeks. “Whiskey, please.” Holding out his hand for her to take, he pulled her onto her feet and cocked his head towards the bar. “When Marley comes in, tell her I’m waiting.”“Yes, sir.” The server, Kim, answered and was about to walk away when he called her back.“Why are you wearing a collar, love?” He asked
“What the fuck was that?” Devyn thinks to herself as soon as she leaves The Rabbit Hole. Her future boss was a fucking pervert! She gets a chill down her spine, thinking about the way he looked at her while he had that girl on her knees. As dangerously gorgeous as Kieran Teague was, she would stay out of his way.She knew she wouldn’t have come here if she wasn’t desperate enough. At least she would just be dancing. Half naked dancing, nonetheless. Men always stared at her as if she was half-naked anyway, so this time she would make them pay for it.Driving away from the strip club, her mind drifts to Nathan and his behavior a few days ago. He still had not contacted her since their exchange outside the apartment, and she started wondering if it wasn’t for the best.He would probably not like the fact that she was now working at a BDSM strip club. But with the way he acted, she had already resolved to let him go. She lived
I sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised. Now I realise how foolish I was before.“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?” Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it. Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”
Anastasiya“She’s not awake yet?”“No, she’s been out since we brought her in. The fucker did quite a number on her.”Wait, why did the voice sound so familiar? Oh, no! Martin will kill me if there are uninvited guests! I need to get up. I need-“Thank God you spoke to Dimitri about this, Killian! She would be dead by now if you didn’t!”“Killian…?” I murmur, my throat feeling as dry as parchment and my eyes struggling to open. I realise that I’m lying on my side and turn my head, opening my eyes straight into the green pair that haunts my dreams.“Hey, Princess,” he says with a smile and strokes my hair. “How’re you feeling?”What? “Killian? Why… Why are you here? What happened?” I stutter with a hoarse voice. The last thing I remember was hearing a bang before fading out. It usually happens
With my heart sitting in my fucking ass, I knock on Dimitri’s office door, and he tells me to enter. A small smile crosses his lips when he looks up from his laptop and sees me. “So finally you’ve conceded, eh?” He says with a chuckle as we shake hands.I shrug. “The old man wants to retire soon; it’s only fair,” I say with a smile, and we take our respective seats. “To cut a long story short, the Bratva members who are inching in on your territory are based in Washington. They’re looking to take out every trace of the Westies in Hell's Kitchen, but I have shown no reason as to why.” Dimitri starts.“I know why; the shipments from Dubai. We’re the only ones receiving a direct line from Tarian, and we get the cleanest cut. That’s the only thing I can think of.” I say.Dimitri sits back in his chair and sighs. “I suppose, and since DiMarco receives a similar shipment
I watch as she walks away from me for what would be the last time and savour it. Anastasiya felt the same way about me, but there’s nothing either of us can do about it anymore. She belonged to a fucking politician now.Deciding to put this mess behind me, I get in my car and hightail it out of there. There’s no use in sticking around now that I’ve had a final taste of my forbidden fruit - and oh, how sweet she was.I can still taste her long after I leave the Baranov mansion, still hear her moaning my name and gagging on my cock. How the fuck did we gravitate back towards one another after our shitty relationship in school? If only I weren’t such a little shit back then, that would have been me in place of that fucking politician.They say regret usually comes too late, and right now, I am filled to the brim with it.Even if I managed to find someone else in the future, no one would compare to her; Anastasiya was it for me, and as
AnastasiyaOf course, it's positive. Dakota tells me not to worry, and obviously, I do. I am a mess of nerves throughout my getting dressed, the ride to the wedding, the vows, and congratulations. Having my father walk me down the aisle brought me to tears, and a bittersweet emotion clouds my heart. He will no longer have me in his life, and it hurts like hell.I hate to say it, but I am no longer Anastasiya Baranova; I am now Anastasiya Ackermann.Just like that, my powerful underworld name fell away, and now it is replaced with a politician’s. I know my father needs me to do this, and it is my way of making it up to him, so I plaster on a fake smile and push through. The wedding is well attended with many famous faces - both of the mafia underworld and political parties. Even a few celebrities were here, some I did not invite.I had changed out of my huge wedding dress and am now wearing a comfortable strapless eveni
AnastasiyaI walk over to them and place a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay, Dee?” I ask, not sure what to ask in any case. She nods, then wipes her tears away. “I’m just overwhelmed. I didn’t expect Dylan to say all those things or even know all those things.” I nod and rub her back. “You have a tough boy there, babe. Also, you don’t have to push yourself; if being here and around my brother is this hard, you don’t have to be here for the wedding.” Dakota’s head whips up, and she shoots me a glare. “I’m the maid of honour; of course I have to be here! Also, Ayden doesn’t affect me as much as you think, Ana. I was more worried about what he would have done to Dylan.” She says and cups her son’s cheek.“I wouldn’t have allowed him to do anything to either of you. But, Dee, we will need to introduce him to my fath
Anastasiya“Open the gate!”“What? Why- oh my God, are you here?!”A giggle from the other side. “Yes, doofus, now open!”I kill the call and run downstairs; Dakota is here! Oh my God, my best friend is here! I haven’t seen her since she checked into rehab after Ayden’s abuse; her parents then sent her to a private school, and she worked for a few years at her mother’s fashion house in Paris. We’ve kept in contact, though.Running out of the mansion doors, I see her Bugatti Veyron pull up and sprint towards her. We shriek as we see one another and run into each other’s arms, crying like babies.I then push her away and take in the sight of her, sighing as I do so - she looked exactly like her mother—Blonde, curvaceous, perfect size 10, tall, blue eyes - gorgeous.“You look amazing, Dr Dereon!” I say, giving her anoth
AnastasiyaWhy did this have to happen, and why with him?! How could I have been so goddamn stupid to think I could slip out for one last night of freedom, and now I’m stuck with him constantly in my thoughts.His hands all over my body, his face in between my legs, his hand gripping my throat as he pounded away inside of me… Fuck, it was the best night of my life.Argh! This is annoying! How do I forget about him?! He pisses me off to no end, and now he’s seen a part of me I’ve always kept hidden. HIM! The bastard who made a fool of me on my first day at St Leonard's. I know he’s hated me all this time since I was the one who called off our engagement. Trust me; the feeling is mutual.How did I not recognise him? He doesn’t look that much different from our high school days, except for his hair colour and tattoos on his face. It must have been the alcohol clouding my damn judgement.God, I need
Everything is fuzzy on the drive home. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive back to Hell's Kitchen, much less shower and get into bed. What the fuck is wrong with me?Anastasiya Volkova is the reason I am no longer in line to take over from my father. She's the one who rejected our engagement in high school and made me look like a fool in front of my family. I must admit I was a little asshole back then, but it didn't warrant her rejection of our engagement.Fuck sakes, I need to get her out of my mind; it would do no good to dwell on the night we shared together.I sit back on my couch with a Scotch in my hand and breathe out a sigh. What the hell happened to Anastasiya when she left St Leonards? She used to be this prim and proper girl who used her name to get places. It seems like Amaranthe's death took its toll on her, a little more than I thought.It’s understandable, I guess since she was very close to her mother, but to completely