“How long will it take your men to acquire my shipment and bring it to me?” I asked, my voice sharp as the blade in my pocket as I brushed off yet another desperate woman who clung to my arm like a parasite.
Where do they even get these women from?
“A week,” the elder brother said, puffing out his chest like a peacock, his posturing almost laughable. He said it so casually, like it were a feat worthy of my applause. “With the challenges we’ll face—customs, particularly—it won’t be smooth, but a week should be enough to get everything in order.” He continued.
I narrowed my gaze at the Aslan brothers, letting the silence hang heavy between us. The elder, Callan, fidgeted under my perusal, but Ajax, the younger of the two, maintained a stoic façade. It was obvious who the brains of this duo was—and who the dead-weight was.
Callan’s haughtiness seeped into every word, every gesture. It was almost impressive how brazenly the fool lied.
“What is it with people trying to swindle me today?” I mused aloud, taking a glance at Iason—my trusted confidant—who leaned against the bar, his hand casually placed on the Glock in his pockets. He smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Taking a seeming sip of my drink—because no one with half a brain in my occupation consumes anything they didn’t prepare themselves—I turned my full attention to Callan.
“You could stand to learn one or two things from your little brother. He has the sense to shut his mouth and not lie to me. You in the other hand…” I let the sentence dangle, watching his confusion blossom into barely masked fear.
“Lying? That’s a bold accusation, Andronikos.” Callan stuttered, his bravado crumbling. “I don’t know where—”
“It’s ‘Thanatos’ to you,” I interrupted, my voice deadly low and venomous. “And if you ever utter my name again, I’ll personally see to it that you do not have a tongue anymore.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, words failing him.
“Shall I explain how I figured out your poor attempt at telling me lies?” I questioned, my tone deceptively calm. “Maybe it’s the way your eyes dart to the exit, as though you’re plotting your escape. Or how you incessantly dab at your sweaty neck and forehead. Or perhaps,” I continued, twirling Tuto deftly between my fingers. “it’s the slight tremor in your voice when you mention bribing customs to move my guns for your profit.”
Callan froze, his face a canvas of panic. Before he could give a stupid response, and ruin my already annoying day, Ajax squeezed his thigh—a silent command to shut up. Wise of him to do that, I thought with a wry smile on my face.
“Two days,” I said, my gaze shifting to Ajax, whose poker face had already crumbled. “You have two days to deliver my shipment. Fail me, and I’ll make sure neither of you sees a third sunrise. Understood?”
Ajax nodded, dragging Callan out of the lounge like a humiliated dog.
“Well, that was a spectacle,” Alex drawled from the entrance, sauntering in with the confidence of someone who knew he wasn’t welcome.
Gamó. Where had he come from? (Fuck!)
The stunning woman on his arm, however, demanded my attention. She was tall—easily six feet in her heels—a feat most women couldn’t achieve as I towered over nearly all of them at 6’4. Yet, she exuded a magnetic allure that dominated the room with effortless ease. Her caramel-toned skin gleamed under the soft, low lights which illuminated a figure wrapped in a black dress that clung to her like sin itself. The sight made me imagine, albeit briefly, how her body would feel beneath me—or perhaps, above. To be honest, I’m not picky. And those heels, deadly in more ways than one, only amplified her commanding presence.
My gaze trailed slowly up her legs, taking in every detail, before finally reaching her face. And what a sight it was. Her thick curls, artfully arranged in a tight bun, framed her features perfectly, drawing attention to her full lips— lips I’d very much like to see wrapped around my… well let’s not go there.
I dragged my gaze reluctantly, back to Alex, annoyed at myself for such a visceral response to her.
“What do want?” I asked, my voice infused with boredom.
“Can’t a man visit his cousin?” he replied, feigning innocence.
“Not in my club,” I shot back.
Just as I was about to tear into him, I felt a surprisingly comfortable weight settle on my lap.
“These fucking heels,” I heard her mutter under her breath, clearly annoyed.
Startled by her unexpected presence, I pushed her off my lap without warning, causing her to tumble to the floor with an unceremonious thud.
Not my finest moment, I admit.
She glared up at me, her eyes blazing with a fury that could incinerate steel or me in this case. And I—God help me—loved it. Her anger was a force of nature, raw and captivating.
I knew I should offer a hand to help her up, but kindness wasn’t in my repertoire.
As she stood, brushing herself off and preparing to unleash her wrath upon me, the atmosphere shifted with an ominous chill. Suddenly, I was on guard.
“Get down!” I shouted, but it was too late.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted, a deafening crack that sliced through the thumping bass of the music downstairs. Chaos erupted as screams mingled with the shattering of glass. Behind me, a bullet careened through the air, striking the glass table beside the woman with a thunderous crash.
She screamed, ducking instinctively as chaos descended.
“We’re under attack!” one of my men shouted.
No shit, genius.
I was so going to kill those brothers after I got out of here.
Wood splinters and glass shards erupted like shrapnel, raining down as the once vibrant lounge descended into disarray. In a frantic attempt to escape the impending carnage, the remaining survivors crawled toward safety and then I saw her—slumped against the wall, unconscious.
Damn it.
Racing back through the massacre, I checked her pulse. Still alive. Without hesitation, I hoisted her surprisingly light weight over my shoulder and darted out of the wrecked lounge.
As the remaining lights flickered ominously, casting frenzied shadows against the walls, my men and I scrambled over the debris.
“Cover me!” I barked at my men, who returned fire with calculated precision as we retreated through the tumult.
The siren wails grew closer, a reminder that we needed to move quickly.
Finally escaping the ruins of my once-thriving and opulent club, I noticed the cops had arrived at the scene, just in time to put a damper on my already fucked up day.
I can’t deal with them right now, I thought as I gazed briefly at the woman, passed-out in my arms.
“Iason, deal with the police,” I ordered, dumping the woman into my car’s backseat.
He nodded, already moving to intercept the authorities. I climbed into the driver’s seat, sparing a glance at her unconscious form.
For someone I’d just met, she was already causing me a hell of a lot of trouble.
Today was officially the worst, I thought sardonically as I sped off into the night.
The audacity of this man!I mean, it’s not like I intentionally wanted to fall on him—though I might have entertained the thought once or twice. Or thrice. Sue me; the man is undeniably fine. If God had a favorite, it would be him.Even seated, I could tell he was big and the way all the other men in the room seemed to defer to him suggested he was the boss. I could barely see him under the dim lights, but his eyes shone like beacons—blue enough to rival the clearest ocean. And let’s not forget that midnight black hair, currently styled into a man bun that screamed, “I’m too handsome to care!”I was pretty sure the server hovering nearby was about to offer him her tits as a drink service, which is a new level of dedication I might consider for the next job at the company.But I should have known that someone as jaw-droppingly beautiful as him would also have a sour personality, hence my current position sprawled on the floor like a common rat after my heels chose this very moment to b
I awoke to a chorus of murmurings coming from a direction I couldn’t ascertain.Where on Earth am I? As I groggily surveyed my surroundings, I noticed that nearly everything was cloaked in shades of darkness—blacks, deep mahoganies, and a medley of colors that screamed “depressing.” It felt like I had stumbled into a gothic art exhibit gone wrong.I tried to hoist myself off the bed, which felt like an Olympic event, and made my way toward the door, only to be greeted by a heated argument coming from the other side.“Nónos, we cannot keep the girl. What if she figures out who we are? It’s too risky! We could expand through other means, and you know that.”Boss? That’s not ominous at all and why the hell would he want to keep me?“She’s our best option, and you know it.” A second voice chimed in—definitely the rude fool who had made a mockery of me earlier. Revenge simmered in my veins like molten lava, even as fear twisted my stomach into knots.“Andronikos, you’re my friend, but thi
As I strolled into my room, I began to peel off my dress shirt, attempting to massage the tension out of my neck. Today had been nothing short of shocking, that much was clear.I don’t know if it was sheer luck—or perhaps fate—that the daughter of my family’s sworn enemy had somehow ended up in my lap. Coincidence? Maybe. But I’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. This was clearly meant to happen, and I’d be damned if I didn’t milk this golden opportunity for all it was worth.Recalling how pretty she looked with those wide, terrified eyes, I chuckled to myself. I could’ve sworn I saw a glimmer of longing in there too.Ah, it seems my little captive is affected by me as well. How delightful!I’m going to have so much fun with her, I couldn’t help but think.As I prepared to head to the shower with my towel in hand, my phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts.It better be Iason with some good news, I thought as I answered the call.“It’s done boss,” he said, his voice devoid o
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed into the plush fabric of the pillow, my muffled screams filled with unrestrained frustration. Screaming out loud was a moment of catharsis—one I desperately needed right now.As I raised my head, I glanced around the room, trying to process my new reality. The bright and airy ambiance of the room was a stark contrast to the dark, claustrophobic space I stayed in the previous night. When I woke up in this unfamiliar room, the sun had barely risen with soft light peeking through the gauzy cream curtains. As beautiful as the vibrant gold and blue décor looked, it still served as a cruel reminder of the freedom I’d just lost.“Well, at least he had the good sense to give me a room with windows,” I muttered sarcastically to myself with an eye roll.Not that it matters if you can’t go home, my brain reminded me.“Home,” I whispered, the word leaving a sour taste in my mouth. A pang of longing hit me as I thought of my family—the same ones I couldn’t wait to
As I stood in the room, brushing my fingers against the ornate floral patterns on the duvet covers, I felt an odd sense of nostalgia mixed with regret. The morning sun streamed through the delicate pink curtains, it's warm rays an unwanted reminder of the previous occupant of the lavish pink room– my dead sister.Selene loved this room very much. ‘My pink haven’, she called it. And while I didn't want to dwell in the past, it was hard to ignore the shadows it cast on my present. Walking away from her room, bittersweet memories flooded my mind, but I ignored them. Today, I had other things to deal with, namely, Adira. I had acted like an ass to her last night, something I’d never admit to her but I still felt a need to make up for it somehow.With a withdrawn sigh, I pulled a sleek black box from my pocket, my fingers playing over the cool face of the wickedly curved blade of Tuto. The ornate knife, though flashy, always seemed to accompany me wherever I go. There was just something so
When I woke up this morning, I was hit with the reminder of yesterday’s events. From the phone Andronikos gave me to our surprisingly civil conversation last night, everything still felt surreal. I couldn’t shake the weird rush of excitement that bubbled up at the thought of him, though I pushed it aside like an embarrassing diary entry.Focus, Adira. I had bigger things to deal with than thinking of that demon. Picking up the new phone, I quickly dialed Pen’s number.The phone barely rang once before I heard Pen’s familiar chirpy voice. “Pen speaking. Who’s this?”“It’s Adira, Pen.”“Adira! Oh God, I was so concerned. I thought the world’s hottest man might’ve taken you!”I snorted, unable to help myself. It seems Andronikos had gotten to her before me. “Thanks for your concern, Pen. I’m really having the time of my life,” I deadpanned with an eye roll.“Oh, come on. Living with an Adonis isn’t exactly a tragedy,” she eased.“Hold on. You’ve seen him?”“Nope. But he sounded fucking h
Sitting in the study, surrounded by sheets of paper and books, my attention couldn’t help but wander— not to the myriad problems we were solving, but to Adira. With dark braids that framed a sharp, expressive face and eyes that shone with a mix of brilliance and calculated fury, she was a vision I could spend the entirety of my life admiring. As she worked through the complexities of Abara Inc. with a precision that would make most CEOs weep, I came to the realization that my little captive wasn’t just beautiful but formidable also.But as she rattled on about distribution logistics, my thoughts were drawn back to this afternoon’s activities. The room dissolved into the sticky glow of the warehouse, and the phantom smell of blood and sweat clawed at my memory. If I thought hard enough, I could still hear the guttural, pleading cries of the Aslan brothers—screams that spurred me on as I tortured them mercilessly for their insolence. Removing their fingernails, one by one, was almost… p
It was well past the witching hour, and I was still wide awake. Sleep had evaded me tonight, leaving me tangled up in the sheets, thoughts of him plaguing me. The last person I wanted to think about, yet the only one who consumed every corner of my mind like a malignant tumor. Andronikos. Just the thought of his name alone felt like swallowing the finest whiskey—burning, but intoxicatingly sweet.With a frustrated sigh, I threw the damp sheets off my body, swung my legs over the bed side and made my way towards the door. The balmy Greece summer air clung to my skin, making my tank top and skimpy shorts stick uncomfortably to my body. Barefoot, I padded downstairs to the kitchen, hoping that a glass of water would help cool the inferno raging inside me. But I know too well that water won’t be enough to quench this particular fire.When I got to the kitchen, the lights were switched off, the room only dimly lit by the haunting glow of the moon that filtered through the large windows. I
When Iason and I got back, one of the headguards called to inform me about custom issues. I assumed it was just a matter of slipping some money into their hands and having the problem disappear, but that wasn’t the case.They were adamant that the cars wouldn’t be released until they were thoroughly checked—an issue I really didn’t have the patience to fucking deal with right now.Adira and I finally arrived at the port, and as I had been since we got into the car, I continued to ignore her—just as it always should have been.I seemed to have forgotten that she was the enemy. That she probably knew about the vault all along and had been secretly laughing at my ignorance. Not again. I’d do well to keep my promise to protect her, but nothing more.First, we had to settle this nuisance of an issue, and then I will start looking into the vault my uncle mentioned. He was an enigma, but when he was lucid, he was never wrong.At the dock, I spotted Iason talking to one of the officers—the he
As Baba had benevolently given me back my position, I was at the firm today still trying to investigate this debilitating fraud issue the company was currently facing. Despite our relentless efforts, we still hadn’t managed to track down the perpetrator. However, one silver lining was that since we had been closely monitoring the financial records, there have been no obvious traces of embezzlement.And it better remain that way.While I was still poring over the account books on my desktop, a sharp knock on my office door pulled me out of my thoughts. I immediately assumed it was Thea. I had sent her to fetch me a cup of coffee a while ago.“Come in, Thea,” I called out absentmindedly, my eyes still skimming through the endless rows of numbers on my screen.But instead of Thea, an entirely different person stepped into the room.Andronikos.I hadn’t seen him in two days.The moment I registered his presence, I instinctively stood from my chair, my body moving before my mind could full
ADIRAWhen I arrived at the firm, I half-expected to see a lot of changes, especially since Dean had been made the COO. But weirdly enough, everything still looked the same.Kace and I stepped into the elevator that will take us to Baba’s office. As we rode up, I turned to him and said, “Just stay outside the room, please. I know you were ordered to protect me, but I don’t want my father more worked up than he already is.”I didn’t get a response from him right away. There was a brief silence before he finally spoke.“As much as my will to obey your command as the boss’s lady is there, Adira, my will to Nónos is stronger. So, no—I’ll be going with you. Your father will just have to deal with it.”I swallowed, already dreading the confrontation that was about to unfold in his office.Once we were granted entry, Kace and I strode into his office. Baba stood in front of his book shelf, reading a book in his hand. He turned toward us the moment we arrived.“And that is?” He gestured towar
I was finally going to see Mama today. I doubted Baba had been telling her everything happening back at home, and for good reason too. Mama needed to be away from stress as much as possible, but still, I believed she need to know.I picked up the note Andronikos left me, blushing as I looked at it.At least this time, you saw the note.After taking a well-needed shower following yesterday’s crying marathon, I felt refreshed and ready to take on the day. As I was heading to my dresser, I got a text from Pen.PEN❣️‼️🙈: Hi, dear cousin of mine.Me: What do you want?PEN❣️‼️🙈: So, it’s a crime for your cousin to check up on you now?Yup. She definitely wanted something.I dropped the phone on the bedside table and went ahead to look for what to wear. A difficult task considering that all I’m seeing in this walk-in closet are just colors upon colors.My goodness! When did this man get me all these?I was still in the process of choosing an outfit when my phone started ringing. The loud t
Contrary to what Adira thought, I wasn’t actually going to do anything to her father.But her cousin, Dean?Yeah, he was definitely going to be harmed.I knew that slimy bastard had a hand in the fraud at her company, but whoever he was working with—or for—had to be powerful, because nothing traced back to him.It didn’t make sense that I was willing to help Adira’s family when they had a hand in destroying mine, but it seemed even I don’t know the lengths I’d go for her.“I’m not going to do anything to your father, flogítsa mou,” I said, dropping the phone on the other side of the bed and pulling her onto my lap. “Okay? The only person something will be happening to is that cousin of yours. I’ll just a break a few bones of his for good measure.” I finished with a nonchalant shrug.She blinked.“Some bones?! That’s all you can manage?”Huh? Is she angry or pleased? I usually can’t tell with her. Women.“Umm… yes?” I replied hesitantly. As much as I am in control when it comes to her,
I lay on my bed, surrounded by used tissues, a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough—my favorite—and my iPad which was currently playing How to get away with murder.Yes. I was feeling particularly murderous today.How could baba do this to me? Why? After everything I had put into that company? After sacrificing my life?He says it’s because I let a criminal into his company. But is he even aware that said criminal was five minutes away from blowing his and Mama’s head off if I hadn’t cooperated?Endless nights of insomnia. Waking up to the sound of gunshots ringing in my mind, convinced that my parents and close family members had been taken away from me. And for what? To be called ungrateful?I just couldn’t deal anymore. Honestly, I just wanted to melt into this bed and remain here for the rest of my miserable life.I was currently on Season 1, Episode 9—watching the gruesome murder and body disposal of Sam—when a soft knock echoed through my room.“Go away,” I called o
“What the fuck, Andronikos?” Iason stormed in after me, slamming the door to my office shut behind him. His face was twisted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. “You didn’t think it important to tell me—your second-in-command—about a person as pivotal as a Yakuza princess?”“Onna Oyabun,” I corrected, settling into the leather chair behind my mahogany desk.“What?” he asked, more confusion flashing across his face.“She’s no longer a Yakuza princess. She’s the lady boss, which means she holds more power than a princess ever would.”“And that helps us… how?”I shrugged, letting the weight of his question hang between us.Iason pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Greek about women and danger.“Nónos, I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but the Yakuza known for their trustworthiness in our world. Their alliances are built on profit, not loyalty. And second, they’re literal rats in our line of business.”“Enough Iason,” I barked, my voice sharp enough to slice through
Walking briskly to my office door, the CFO followed closely behind me. “Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted.“Morning,” I replied absentmindedly as I pushed open the door and made my way toward my seat.“What’s the update?” I asked, settling in.He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, a nervous tic of his that I’d noticed before. But today, I had no patience for hesitation. Time was slipping through my fingers and I needed answers.“Now, please. I don't have time for this,” I pressed.He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “There’s no lead.”“What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. I must have misheard him.“All the leads trace back to no one, ma’am. The offshore accounts, irregular withdrawals—everything. It's like a ghost defrauded the company. There are no footprints, digital or whatsoever.” My fingers curled into fists so tightly that my nails bit into my palm. “So what? We don't have hackers anymore?” “I’ve reached out to all the ones in my network. No results.” “
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