No! His thoughts betrayed him once yet again. Had this mind been an individual form, he would have clawed it all to a bloody pulp. Perhaps he should bash his fūcking brains out with a bat by his own hand. If only he didn't have a family to constantly defend.Suddenly the glass of brandy shatters in his leather-gloved grip. Serving to obstruct him from his ever-darkening thoughts.Yigor shoves the stripper off from his lap and vaults towards Vladimir's side."What the fūck?" He took ahold of his cousin's unharmed hand. His worried eyes rove over him. "What's wrong with you tonight?""It's alright, I'll get Mister Nikolay another." The bartender piped in as he begin preparing behind the bar."It's fine." Vladimir's voice lets out roughened, husky. He clears his throat and looks around himself in the half-filled club. Gaze landed on a scantily dressed pretty redhead, swaying on the dance floor.She winks at him and lewdly licks at her bottom lip. He diverts his glance away. Yigor follow
HAZEL - "Yesss!!" Bev claps her hands in ecstatic approval as I've almost shot nearer to the target, missing just a few inches away."Girl, you're learning fast!!""Yeah after like the hundredth miss!" I make a face, yet unable to suppress an exultant giggle of my own.I relax my hold over the paintball shotgun and remove my safety goggles, placing them at the aiming counter. I hi gh-five Bev and she sidles up next to me for a selfie on her phone. Currently, we're visiting the Excelsior Gun Club And Shooting Range. Bev and Serge practically drove me nuts over it with their consistent persuasion all day long.Even Huxley and Mrs. Agnelli joined in on their entreats to have me go learn some form of self-defense.Now here I was, practicing something I had never discerned I would. Something that I only believed years ago, was part of movie sets, military, and police work. Never did I imagine I'd ever get to practice learning such a terrifying technique."How's it going?" Serge's voice fl
HAZEL -Two hours later, we finally arrive at the Nikolay manor. I step out of the limo and my breath hitches in my throat.This reaction of mine always occurs when he's around in close vision. He shouldn't affect me so abnormally. I hated how my body reacts in such an aberrant way.Surely enough there he is, an intimidating presence leaning against one of the pillars of the manor. Absentmindedly smoking a cigar, clad in a business blazer without a top hat or cane.Attention skimming over his phone in one hand, he hasn't seen us yet.My palms moisten in nervousness. I try to take cover behind Bev and Serge. Lately, the demon has been focusing disturbingly on me whenever we've crossed paths. The worst part of it all, he'd stare at my lips and then look me in the eyes. As if he was trying to communicate to me something inaudible just by that fierce gaze alone. Yet his overall visage was stony, which left me utterly perplexed.And truth be told, I couldn't bare looking back into his eyes
Katie shakes her head in denial. "You can't say that for all, you don't know all other men."He inclines his head at an angle and resumes gazing down at her collectively before speaking, "For example, consider a bag of single-type confections." He orates patiently. "And In that bag is a poisonous confection..or several for that matter disguised amongst the harmless now would you risk tasting out of that bag?"She contemplates this for a couple of seconds and then shakes her head in decline. "No."He nods once solemnly. "Which is why you're not permitted to roam about and find yourself a partner on your own, and therefore it is my utmost duty to find you a suitable husband.""But how would you know the men you've selected for me don't have any harmful ones amongst them?" She queries a valid point."Men know other men best. Believe me, they are well sifted through." He replies temperately. "Unfortunately, since the father isn't present over you, it is my duty as your older brother to s
Anew I try thrashing and struggling out of his over-bearing grip. My heart wildly thundering against my rib cage.But he lets out a fervent deep groan. Settling his head at the crook of my hijab-covered neck and takes a heavy inhale. His silky hair brushed against my nose. The exhilarating scent of him makes me shiver."You keep struggling like that," He speaks with a restrained rough voice. "Isn't helping fūck keep that up, Kashani and I'll drag you back to my room."Drag me back to his room?!My face flushes crimson as I realize my movements only cause friction against his lower region. Repleted shame percolates over me as I hold still. That unusual feeling returning, that I so desperately tried to rid of, tried to forget from that kiss."Do you think of me late at night? The kiss?" He nuzzles his nose at my covered neck before asking slyly. "Does it arouse you? I get so fūcking delirious thinking of you aroused for me."What the hell is he doing?Doesn't he hate me?Please let me g
Vladimir's POV in 3rd person."Avtoritet Vladimir please, we're both parts of a close-knit Bratva, which I would never betray, you know me!" The bald man beseeches, shirtless body suppressing the tremors under coils of ropes bounding him to a chair.He's striving to keep his fear hidden from the formidable eyes of the avtoritet.He leisurely paces back and forth in front of the trembling man under harsh fluorescent lighting.The soft clicking of boots echoes sinisterly throughout the vast storage area of the closed cargo port. The avtoritet finally arrives to a disquieting halt, inches away from the bald man.The bounded man's eyes nervously flit towards the trademark silver gun holstered at the belt of the notorious avtoritet, the one in authority. The one imminently feared by many amongst the ranks of the Molotov Russkaya Mafiya."Nikita, Nikita, Nikita... To think you would have abjured by now." Ensures the sleek velvety reply, as black leather gloves are slowly peeled off, reveal
"Huxley, make sure to have a good night's rest." He states with a sedative tone as Huxley exits his Lamborghini.."We board an early morning long flight back."Raising a brow in puzzlement, Huxley peers at him through the open windows of the vehicle. "Where you are headed, Vladimir? You should have a good rest tonight considering the time it took to capture Nikita, you must be exhausted!"The detainment of Nikita was ordained by his uncle Dimitri Molotov and Vladimir as per usual was given the task to accomplish within a week.Nikita had been on the run all over Europe and here in Britain two days ago, Vladimir had finally cornered him. And finished him, thereafter reporting to his uncle over the phone before embarking towards Scotland for a day.Mission Accomplished.now, where were we Kashani?Temporarily managing to flick her thought away, he lets out a yearning exhale. Then he aims his steady gaze on his trusted partner and bailiff in crime, who was once his father's close valet an
"You want us to take the entire day off to spend in a spa?" Mrs. Agnelli looks at him with complete bewilderment. Both Anya and Lorna share similar expressions."You've heard me the first time, Mrs. Agnelli." Vladimir solemnly confirms, voice nearing the edge of irritability. "All three of you are free of your duties for the day. An entire morning till late afternoon is scheduled at a spa for you, followed by a shopping spree and a five-star restaurant. I've also booked for the day, the grand suite rooms for each of you in one of my hotel chains."The three women, exchange with each other puzzled glances before Mrs. Agnelli asks. "But why are you doing this for us?"He nearly suppresses himself from glaring at her in vexation as he tightly answers. "You three labor so much for us, you deserve a day off today. Now go on and prepare, do not waste my time any further. I expect you gone within half an hour along with Duffield. He's also to receive treatment of likewise manner."The women