RafayelI gripped the steering wheel tighter as I spotted her car ahead.I’d always known you couldn’t trust a woman. But we didn’t listen to our heads, right? Sometimes, we’d see the burning orange and yellow flames and still dive right in.Tikhon wanted to tag along, but I shut down his request. This was my shit to handle. Mine and mine alone. If anyone had to deal with her, it was me. And despite the pressure sitting on my chest like a boulder, I was going to snap her fucking neck with pleasure.Did she honestly think she could slip away from me? Didn’t matter what she thought at this point; I wasn’t letting her out of my goddamn sight.The taillights of her Audi glinted under the streetlights as she weaved through minimal traffic. I kept my foot on the accelerator to match her pace, maintaining enough distance not to catch her attention immediately.I had blood roaring in my ears and intoxicating adrenaline rushing in my blood, like a juvenile on fucking meth. I couldn’t tell what
“Lies,” I snarled, slamming my hand against the tree beside her head. She flinched, her breath hitching, and it only stoked the fire burning in my chest. "You thought I was a fool, didn’t you? Smart Leo thought the big Russian was going to fall into her fucking trap and eat out of the palm of her—”"I didn’t fucking know, Rafa," she cut me off. And when I peered deeper, I saw her eyelids shimmering with unshed tears.Leonora’s voice quivered, and her hands came up, trembling, as if to plead with me. "I fucking swear it. Papa—my father…he didn’t tell me what he was planning. I didn’t know Luca was in the picture all along, Rafayel. You have to believe me!"I wanted to.God, I wanted to believe her. But the doubt coiled around my heart like a snake, tightening with every word she spoke. I stepped closer, caging her in, my body inches from hers. Her scent filled my lungs, intoxicating and maddening all at once."And you expect me to just take your word for it?"Her lip trembled, and for
LeonoraRafayel didn’t say a word to me throughout the ride to his house.Quietly, but with a brooding rage hanging over him, he dismissed his men patrolling indoors and asked one of the maids, Varya, to prepare dinner and take the rest of the weekend off. She had salt-and-pepper hair and wide, knowing eyes. I felt small under her curious scrutiny but had no opportunity for small talk.Rafayel and I ascended to his study.I sat on the chair across his polished desk, intentionally avoiding the leather couch and the memories that came with it.He received a phone call, and from the one-sided conversation about taking a car to the shed, I knew it was Tikhon. Rafayel had him retrieve my car because he insisted—scratch that. Heorderedthat I ride in his.When the call line went dead, he dropped the phone and faced me with a dead look in his eyes. I’d never seen a man so rigid and uptight.“You’ll be staying here in my home until I resolve the situation with your father. I don’t want you or
But I couldn’t. My legs refused to move. He loomed too close, and his presence overwhelmed me.Suffocating and inescapable.I barely had time to process it when he spun me, and suddenly, my back pressed against the tough wood of the bookshelf. The sharp edge bit into my skin through my thin silk shirt, but it didn’t matter. All I could focus on was him, his body crowding mine, his musk scent intoxicating, his heat searing into me like a brand.He growled against my throat like a wild predator. “You’re not running.”I shook my head, barely able to speak. God, his breath felt so warm. And he felt so good. Quick warmth pooled between my thighs“No, I’m not. I’m not a coward, asshole.”“But you’re a fucking brat.” He trailed hot, wet kisses down my throat, to the dip of my collarbone, and back up again.I quivered, ridiculously saying, “Yes, I’m a fucking brat.”“Myfucking brat,” he corrected. “Mine, Leonya.”Jesus.My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath hitching as his hand braced abov
I arched into him, moaning like an uncontrollable animal in heat when he took a nipple between his teeth, pulled, and sucked hard like a maniac.“Do you like it?”I wanted to say no, but my mouth seemed to be having thoughts of its own. “Yes. Yes—God, I do.”He gave both breasts attention, moving from one to the other with equal concentration. And I felt the push driving me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. But I wasn’t going to falluntil I had him buried deep inside of me. Until I had him right where I thought he belonged.When he moved his lips back to mine, I thought I was spent. Until he dragged down the zipper of my jeans, dropping to his haunches to help me peel them off.I kicked off the denim, but Rafayel didn’t get up.My eyes grew a fraction wider when I realized what he was doing. Before I could pull him back up, he was kissing his way up, biting the spot between my thighs to make me spread my legs, and when I did, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder to supp
RafayelWhen Leonora had said her father was sick, I didn’t expect the results to literally be close to the grave. He was sick as fuck. No wonder he needed his daughter to run things.Enzo’s eyes were tired and dull, and the hazel in them was not as vibrant. Olive skin was now pale ash with wrinkles, making him look years older than he was, and the vigorous and brutal feared man I’d clashed with once was nothing but a shell now.But dealing with his daughter taught me not to underestimate anyone, not even a walking corpse.His lapdog, Marco, pinned sharp eyes on me while he wheeled Enzo’s chair around the table and stood by his side. Marco didn’t trust me; Enzo sure as hell didn’t either. I might have as well brought them into the open as an easy target for a gunman. But that was not why we were here.Enzo started speaking but stopped short when he began coughing and wheezing like an off-tune bagpipe. It was harsh and disastrous. Half-heartedly, I expected the old man to slump like a
Leonora“Thank you.” I smiled up at the quiet maid who was retreating. She didn’t talk very much, but I successfully got to pry her name out of her. Mary. Varya was ill, and, on Rafayel’s orders, I needed to be looked after round the clock, so she had to stand in.The door closed behind her, leaving the delicious aroma of the Russian breakfast she’d brought in and placed on the bedside table: blini, caviar, and a steaming cup of tea.I stared at the food but couldn’t eat. A sense of unease I couldn’t shake gnawed at me, a feeling that had been growing since the moment Rafayel had stepped out earlier. Updates. I was dry on them. I couldn’t remember the last time I wasn’t involved in the action. As much as the silence was welcomed, I needed feedback.It felt like I was starving without any.I couldn’t stand being cooped up inside. Sometimes, it was suffocating, but what choice did I have? Rafayel had made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to go outside. He said it was dangerous. Dangerous?
I wasn’t about to give him more reasons to doubt me. I didn’t flinch. There was no point in lying to him. Not when I was aware he tracked my phone for security reasons.I straightened my back, met his gaze, and answered simply, “I was talking to Marco. I asked about my papa and the situation with Rossi. He said the alliance ended badly. And Luca is dead. My papa shot him.”He visibly relaxed and shrugged. “Was bound to happen, wasn’t it?”I looked again and noticed that Rafayel was unnaturally calm. He was always calm, but this one had something more to it. The air he carried was unbothered, and he didn’t seem to care.“You had something to do with it, didn’t you?” That was the only explanation I had.“Maybe.” He shrugged again.“Rafa.”His eyes flashed with that familiar heat, and I suppressed a grin. I knew I would get my answer if I called him that. It always disarmed him.He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the blue-gold vintage dresser he installed in the room
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.