"What are you doing, and where am I? I freaked out. I clenched the duvet tight to cover myself. "Wooo! Sorry, reflexes. I'll come back later. My housekeeper was the one who removed your gown last night!" Harry turned around but also turned back. "You're in my house, by the way!" and sprinted before closing the door. 'What? In his house? I thought he was renting a unit at Sitara Tower?' I uttered inwardly. I hastily walked to the built-in closet on my right side and slid the black wall. I rummaged through the hung clothes with my hands, looking for something to wear. I took a deep gasp when I couldn't find any. I searched for some shirts in the drawer and picked up one of Harry's t-shirts, the black one with a skull print in front. If this was his house, then a hundred percent, these were his clothes. The shirt became a one-piece with each hem ending in the middle of my thigh when I put it on. I had no choice, I didn't have anything to wear in this place. I just brushed my brunet
Martin POV . . I had been calling Dakota's phone, but my calls were all transferred to voicemails. Luke tried to track her phone, but it was untraceable. Last night was a hell of a mess. I told her to trust me, yet she still followed her stupid brain and went with that guy I hated next to Castillo. "Boss, what are we going to do now?" It was Enzo and just like me, he was also banged up with everything. Upon announcing to the world about me and Shantel, the world of the mafia turned into chaos. Her father didn't let me sleep, not even a wink. He talked to me on a video call for more than three hours after the party. The three big mafia groups called and sent me messages nonstop. There was only one who didn't, and I was already expecting it. Yvan Ivanov's group, the Bratva. "Let them think what they want. That's not my concern at the moment!" I dropped the cup of bitter joe on my desk while staring at Dakota's picture on the frame. I took the picture and put it in the drawer
Harry POV . . She was still shocked, trying to process everything that I told her. She got up from her seat and began pacing back and forth while her hands rested on her hips. Her head looked up at the ceiling, and then she halted right across from me. "Your real name isn't Harry Volkov?" I nodded. I saw Polina's reflection on the glass wall that divided the dining room and the kitchen. She was watching us, wondering. "Your real name is Yvan Ivanov, and you were Martin's best friend from high school!" "Primary days!" I corrected. "Yeah! You said Primary days!" she nodded. "But why did you betray him?" she roared, making Polina rush to my side and hold my shoulder. "Togda on byl molod i bessilen. On vsegda boyalsya svoyego ottsa (He was young and powerless then. He was always scared of his father)!" Polina butted in, a look of concern was all over her gentle expression. Dakota furrowed her brows at us. "She understands English!" she confirmed. Both Polina and I glanced at each o
As the small triangular box moved like a sideward lift, and we were like tuna in a can inside, Martin and his men remained vigilant. Levi and my men were also gazing at them sharply with their guns on their sides. "Hide your guns, guys!" I told them. They were adamant, but I firmly gave them a stern gaze. "These aren't our real enemies!" "Yet!" Levi violently uttered. "Oh! You wanna challenge here, dog?!" Enzo was pissed. The two were on a death stare since the gu. the shooting had begun. "C'mon, give me what you've got, Bratva!" he spouted, making the rest of my boys prepare for a fighting stance. "You do d*mn well know, we just saved your lives, amigos!" Roman, the most calm among them, was also trying his best to control his urge to hit one of Martin's men. "How well do you know those as*holes aren't after you?!" The black guy, whose name was Patrick, sneered. "Nico's Diamond Mob aren't after the Bratva, I'd!ot. They are after her!" Maxim pointed at Dakota, who sudde
Dakota POV . . Martin and his men brought me to his mansion. He immediately carried me bridal style when he noticed my legs were still staggering. I was so bold telling these men I wasn't scared to die, but upon hearing the gunshot, the memory of how my parents passed away came back to life at the back of my head. "Stay here for a while. It is safe here. Aside from Luke, there will be five, and one of them is a woman to guard you. Wait here, okay?!" he was about to leave when I grabbed his hand. "What's the matter?" he asked, concerned. I just shook my head and couldn't utter any words at all. "Sweetheart, I will just check outside!" he explained, but I still didn't want him to leave. "Babe, please stay. Don't go!" I told him, beseeching. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. Martin sighed deeply and took the phone from his pocket. "Check the area. Make sure the mansion is safe. Call Charice and the rest of our men at the club. From now on, they're going to guar
Shantel POV . . He was hot. He was hot as f*ck! "Hmm, that was refreshing!" I spread both of my hands on the bed while he rolled beside me. We were both gasping, exhausted after that incredible s*x we just had. "So, what makes my lady upset?" He asked, sneering while staring at me. He was lying on his side, his arm in a crook, head propped on his hand. "Don't call me that!" I snapped him right away. "Always remember that our thing isn't real. We both enjoy s*x, and I can't get it with my fiance, so I am doing it with you!" He had to know his place. He was only here for my release. "Yeah! I know. Still. I have the liberty to call you, my lady!" He caressed my cheek with his hand, and I slapped it at once. He just chuckled at my upset look. "Don't tell me, you already disgust these fingers that gave your p*ssy some pleasures earlier!" "Shvt the h*ll up, Arnold!" I got up clenching the duvet tight to cover my nakedness, but he just pulled it away, revealing my bare body
Dakota POV . . "I'm bored!" I complained while changing the channels of the TV in the living room. I was sitting alone here on this luxurious five-seater Italian leather couch. There were three kinds of snacks on the table that were meant for my stomach, but I only tasted a bit of each. "Life of the well-off is killing me!" I whined in the air. "Miss Weasly!" Mariana called me from the entrance of the dining room. I just glanced at her, then turned the channel to a boring talk show. "Do you like to go out for a while?" She asked, excited. "Like where Mariana? Martin told me to stop going out for a while. Also, I don't want to go out with lots of people following me!" I stomped my feet on the marmoleum floor, making Mariana smile. "Then how about let's find something to do in the mansion? By the way, what is your hobby?" I lifted my head, thinking about my dead hobbies. "Hmm, aside from designing clothes, I like horseback riding and karate!" My eyes gleamed at the idea o
YVAN / HARRY POV . . I had been drinking here at the bar for almost three hours now. I escaped the company of my gang for a while to bask in the glory of being alone. Since Dakota had left with Martin last week, I was a mess. I tried everything that I could do to keep myself tied up, to forget about her. However, everything seemed to be going to waste as always! "F*ck!" I roared. The people around me glanced in my direction. The bar was not the normal bar where drunk people would actually spend their time and be crazy with the ear-deafening sound of the music. This bar was different. It was quiet and only a few customers were inside. "More brandy, boss?!" The bartender asked while wiping a glass on the counter. I nodded my head and raised my index while holding an empty glass of brandy. "Here!" He poured a new glass and put it in front of me. "It's on the house!" He added, smiling. My glassy eyes smiled back at this, in my observation, teenage bartender. "Aren't you