Three weeks ago, after the Russians graciously released me, I’d gone back to my apartment to cool off and snuck time in with Gavin for more practice.Maybe it was the shitty experience with Ivan and his household, but I had never felt more exhilarated and focused on the track. With more practice racing under my belt than ever before, I dedicated those weeks to honing my skills and, with Gavin’s encouragement, built a higher level of confidence that allowed me to push myself to new limits. Every lap, every turn, and every straightaway had felt more intuitive, more precise.I pushed hard, relearned and mastered the subtleties of braking, acceleration, and cornering, and my instincts had become razor-sharp. There was something about the rush of adrenaline that was addictive, and every time I strapped in my seat belt, it felt like I was in my element, completely at one with the track.The fun lasted until it didn’t, and I had to emerge from the four walls of my apartment to ride to the tu
That roller coaster spinning in my head turned into a nightmarish chaos.Enzo Colombo was as strong as an ox, probably the strongest man I knew on the planet. He didn’t get sick. In his own words, getting sick was for weaklings, and Papa didn’t have time to accommodate anyone or anything that would drag hisfeet for more than seventy-two hours. So, this was bad. Terribly bad.Before my competition…. How the hell had he been able to keep it from me that long?Or maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I’d had my head wrapped around the race, the track, and the Russian’s bullshit for so long that I couldn’t think of anything else.“He’s upstairs. You should go see him.”Marco didn’t have to tell me twice. I was in Papa’s room before he could blink. The room was just as organized as I remembered, but it had more smells of antiseptic and antibiotics than I was used to. More than I’d like to grow accustomed to.“Principessa.”Papa’s stubborn smile met me across the room, and he opened
Rafayel Almost nothing surprised me.News could piss me off, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Maybe it was a thing that came with having to watch your back every single minute of every day when you were unfortunately cursed with a psychopathic father who was always on the loose. He’d never made it easy for us. But growing up around him long enough helped us to see his crazy tantrums coming.You could tell me the Armenians sprang a surprise attack and raided a drop five minutes before schedule, and I wouldn’t blink. Tell me the Chinese government created some new technology that was liable to wipe out the entire human race in nanoseconds, and I’d swing a glass of Vodka and wait for the explosion.So, when Tikhon bounced into the living room with a fancy glittering black-and-gold invitation to dinner with Enzo Colombo’s daughter, a surprise bomb detonated in my chest, and “What the fuck did you say?” was out faster from my mouth than I’d ever said anything in my entire life.Tikhon laughed
Tikhon was right about the place. If there was something there, and it turned out that the girl was testing suggestive waters with me, then the restaurant was a perfect spot for an intimate evening.Soft music floated through the air, and twinkling lights were strung up around the patio.My head dipped for the hundredth time to the jade watch on my wrist, and I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the stone floor.Our reserved table was close to the entrance for good measure. I’d been fixed on this goddamn chair for half an hoursince 6:50 PM, and more than a dozen heels had threaded on the stone floor.But this one was…somehow distinct. It forced my head up, causing a collision with a vision of loveliness in the dim light. The hands on the clock seemed to slow down.Aw…shit.Something shifted in my head, above and below.Fuck.For the first time in years, my head blanked, and I lost touch with my vocabulary.I was officially fucked.This was the first time I’d seen her look like
Time was ticking, and that meant I had to coax her real agenda for this meeting out of her before my control slipped, and I ended up doing something we’d both regret.When she piped up, I noticed a significant detail that wasn’t there before: the constant twitch of her brows like an appearing and disappearing frown and the shift in her eyes, both telltale signs of anxiety.Avoiding my eyes, Leonora fingered the glinting rose gold infinity-set knuckle rings on her fingers, and I knew I was right. She was anxious but usually quiet.My theory might have been spot on, after all. She’d organized this charade to dig her claws into me and commit murder and was now growing cold feet, trying to back out.“Yes, please. I could use a drink.”Or not.Surreptitiously, I filled a glass and handed it to her, ignoring a strange zap that traveled like bolts when our fingertips brushed. For months, I hadn’t touched a woman, and venturing into celibacy wasn’t by choice. There was always something to tak
This dinner had an ulterior motive, and I swore that if she wanted to poison me, we were both dragging our souls to hell at the same time.“—what if I am shooting my shot?”“It’s a night you want, then? I have a reservation made at the Glacier.”She choked on the rest of her words, eyes big and fingers frozen on the table. Her shock was quick. If I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. “Yeah…yeah, sure, we could—”“You’re the worst actress I’ve ever seen.” I dropped my arms and made sure she saw the seriousness in my gaze. “Last chance to tell me what this is, Leonya.”The act died, and the real Leo emerged from the rubble of pretense. One exhale was all it took to wipe the anxiety off her face.“A proposal, Rafayel.”“Marriage?”“Business.” Steeled eyes held mine from across the table. “I don’t like it, but it is what it is.”And all the heat and burning flew off the rooftop. A spark was certainly there between me and this savage female, but this was business, purely business, as it should
LeonoraMarco accompanied me up the stairs to Papa’s room silently. He was brooding, probably over the report I was going to give Papa. Nothing reached me until it passed through Marco, meaning he’d been adequately informed of the dinner I had with Rafayel last night.“Grazie.”I nodded and entered when he opened the door for me.As usual, the room was tranquil and organized, with every item in its designated place. There was something always warm and cozy about Papa’s room, and whenever I stepped into it, for a minute, I forgot who we were and the life we led. He liked to keep his guns hidden, though I knew there was a spare under his pillows. A force of habit.Sometimes, I thought he liked it too: the sobriety and peace of normalcy, without any pressure to keep watch behind your back twenty-four-seven.His bed was neatly made, with a few pillows propped up against the headboard, but a somber atmosphere settled over it. The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn shut
“Nothing,principessa.” Papa shook his head, but the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably. “Nothing you might not already have guessed. I am sick and unable to work for a while.”I knew where this was heading, and I didn’t like it. “And soon, you’ll be back and better, as lofty as always, and nobody will remember there was such a time as this.”“Leonora.”There was a sadness in his voice when he called my name, and it shredded my heart to bits.He wanted me to understand, but I vehemently refused. Admitting that he was currently incapable of leading his empire had to be killing him inside, and I’d been too blinded by my selfish desire for him to recover to notice.“You have to run things, lead our family until….” He wasn’t going to finish it because of the uncertainty plaguing us all. “I’m leaving it up to you to keep our family name out of the mouths of the pigs and bloody scoffers.”“And Matteo? Wouldn’t the others talk? Questions will be asked, Papa. Your male heir is still ali
I was grateful.Andrei’s face creased with worry. “Are you okay?”I drifted back to the presence and nodded. “I just thought of Dad. I mean, isn’t it funny how I was able to meet you because of the shipment he hid?”“Tell me about it. You think Peter had this all mapped out before he died?” Andrei asked with a playful grin. “That he wanted me to meet you?”I shrugged. “He was a genius. It’s not completely out of the box. He worked with you, so he must’ve known how great of a person you are.”Andrei chuckled. “Your father watched me murder men in cold blood a few times. There is no way he would have wanted a man like me for his daughter.”I looked him straight in the eyes and corrected him. “Every father wants a man who would love and protect their daughter. You’re all of those things, and I’m sure he would have approved.”Even if Mom hadn’t been a fan of it at first, she’d adjusted pretty well.Andrei took my hands and kissed the back of my palm. “And I promise to always love and prot
GiselleSeven Months Later“It’s your birthday in less than an hour,” Mom said over the phone.For the first time since Dad died, she sounded happier, as if she’d finally gotten to that final stage of grief.Acceptance.The stage where even though the pain was still there, it just became easier to live with.I believed I’d also gotten to that stage.There were days when I missed Dad so much and wished he was still here, but those days were fleeting, and I found myself cherishing the memories we had when he was here.I’d shifted my focus to finding my own path in life and living in the moment. Andrei was the moment; because of him, I could live happily and smile freely again, something I never thought I would experience after Dad died.I stared blankly at the wall above me and sighed. “Yes, Mom. It’s my twenty-third birthday in an hour, and the only company I have is an empty house.”It was the first time I’d ever been home alone for a while now. Andrei made it a duty to always come ho
“I think we need to celebrate.” She leaned in and whispered. “Let’s sneak away from here.”I took her hand in mine. “Come with me.”She squinted. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.”I led her to the rooftop of the building, closing the door behind us to avoid any interruptions and burying the noise of the chaos below.The rooftop was quiet, and the city stretched out before us, a glittering expanse of lights and movement. The night breeze was cool, carrying with it the distant sounds of cars racing down the street.Giselle stood beside me, her hands covered in mine as she admired the full moon and the bed of stars in the sky.Our fingers grazed, and it felt like the entire world had been set ablaze, the heat licking through my veins and the air cracking with a jolt of tension.The weird feeling in my chest intensified, and my pulse raced. It was a reminder of what she meant to me—what I’d just discovered she meant to me.I watched her, something in my chest fluttering as I admired how
AndreiThe air was thick with the aroma of burning cigars, the low murmur of laughter and conversation blending with the shuffle of cards and the clinking of crystal glasses.My fingers drummed idly against the felt-covered table, my gaze sweeping across my opponents.They were all seasoned members of the Bratva with hands that were scarred from bloodshed and dark eyes that threatened death.Antonio Morozov and Victor Volkov.We were all cut from the same cloak—all three of us—bred with cruelty, brutality, and bloodshed. Different in many ways yet similar in more than one.And at this table, every card we tossed was a matter of our pride. The joy that came with victory surpassed winning a war with a rival family.I’d always been a good player, only lost a game a couple of times. My skills were unbeatable, and everyone here knew it.But it was different tonight. Giselle’s presence made it different.She sat on the edge of a leather chair across the room, her back straight and hands fol
I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the heat seeping from his body and into mine as he carried me to our room.His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his body pressing against mine and enveloping me with warmth.We barely made it past the bedroom door when I shifted from the position in one fluid motion, wrapping my legs around his hips and tracing his lips with mine.His arm snaked around me, and one of his hands slid under my swimsuit, finding my bare breast and cupping it.I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed him. It was a hot, searing, primal kiss that evoked something deeper than lust from both of us. It was need, mixed with deep yearning.He deepened the kiss, dragging his thumb across my nipple and twisting it lightly.I moaned into his mouth, bucking when I felt his erection poke against my sex, and ground against him, desperate to ease the throbbing between my thighs.He slid a hand through my thong and cupped my sex, and then, fisting the thong, he ripp
I swam toward him, resting my elbow on the edge just by his feet and tilting my head to look at him. “It’s called a two-piece swimsuit.”“Ah, I see.” He whipped his head around and glared at his guards, a silent signal for them to look away.I laughed. He hadn’t just grown more protective; he’d become even more possessive and jealous as well. It was cute to see. “You know they’ve been watching me swim every day for weeks now, right?”“Well, they’re not allowed to watch you swim anymore. No man is allowed to watch you swim beside me.”I huffed. He’d just saved me from having to discuss the bodyguard situation. “How was work today, husband?”“I had a couple of meetings with thePakhanand a couple of members of the Bratva. All I could think of while I was there was coming back home to you.” He placed a finger beneath my chin and leaned in. “I missed you.”“Me, too.” I squinted and grinned. “I think I missed you more.”He pretended to think for a moment. “I doubt it.”Something about the w
GiselleIt’d been two months since the whole fiasco with the FBI and Tyfun-1. Luckily, the cops hadn’t found anything to implicate me with the drugs, and the news about it had become irrelevant.A lot of things had changed—like my relationship with Andrei.I’d started to truly enjoy his presence, with no fear or doubts attached, and I missed him in his absence—like a part of me had been torn away.He’d changed a lot, too, over the months.Although he was still that dominant, fearful, and brutal man others feared, he’d become softer with me. He smiled more now and didn’t have to pretend to be cold whenever we were together.To be honest, I didn’t think I could’ve pulled a better man than him on my own, even if I tried.It was the middle of summer, and the weather outside was scorching. Andrei wouldn’t be home until evening, and I’d grown tired of watching TV.I went to the pool outside, sliding off my robe and slipping into the water. I groaned as a blissful chill cascaded over me, was
And there was no way in hell I was going home tonight without the damn camellias.***When I got home, Giselle was standing in the living room, arms crossed, waiting. Her hair was loose, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. Her lips parted slightly as her gaze dropped to the box in my hands.She held her chest and exhaled. She ran to me, pressing up on her toes to hug me.I snaked one arm around her waist, hugging her back. She smelled jasmine and vanilla tonight—delicious and sweet.“I was so worried, Andrei,” she whispered, hugging me tightly, as if I would vanish into thin air if she pulled away. “You told me you were coming home hours ago.”I pulled back first and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “I was coming home until I saw something that looked just as beautiful as you.”She peered at the box again but completely ignored it. “Did you get into trouble? Was thePakhanmad at you?”I looked at her long and hard—the way her brows creased with worry and her emerald eyes da
“I’ve seen how you men live. I’ll be damned before I let myself become that kind of a mess.”I nodded. I’d thought the same thing months ago, and here I was, risking it all for a woman I never thought I’d meet.She’d been freaking worried this morning, afraid of how this would turn out. I needed to go back home to her. I needed to see her face and watch her give that delightful smile when I broke the news to her.Rising to my feet, I smoothed out my suit and nodded to thePakhan. “I’ll be leaving now. I’ll give you an update if there’s any soon.”He nodded back. “Khorosho.”Dobryn was leaning on the white S.U.V. when I reached the parking lot. His face wrinkled with concern when he saw me. “How did it go, sir?”“Luckily, he wasn’t angry.” I climbed into the back seat, pulling out my phone to text Giselle that I was on my way home.The car roared beneath me, and soon, Dobryn reeled it out of the parking lot. “Where are we going now?” he asked, peering at me through the rearview mirror.