Serena swiped her tongue over her lips and heaved a sigh. She stared at me, searching my face as though she didn’t know what to say orhowto say that I was right. The silence stretched between us, heavy and tense, until finally, she exhaled and shook her head slightly as if to clear it.“Maybe I didn’t. Or maybe I just acted on impulse because I thought he was hurt. Whatever the reason, I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I’m sorry I made you go through all this trouble to get me back. When I found out they’d planned it, I was so scared,” she said softly, her voice breaking as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. Her cheek pressed against my chest, and I could feel her trembling slightly. “I won’t lie; I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”I closed my arms around her, holding her tightly, letting her draw whatever comfort she needed. Her vulnerability was a knife to my chest, cutting deeper than any accusation could.“You’re safe now,” I murmured against her hair, my voice firm
SerenaI sauntered almost aimlessly around the house, going nowhere but enjoying the feel of everywhere at the same time. With one hand placed protectively over my small baby bump, I stretched the other one out to caress a monochrome painting hanging up on the wall. The artwork depicted a serene but dark landscape, a withering tree at its center with gnarled branches stretched toward the sky, its dead leaves shimmering in coated black and silver. Surrounding the tree, rolling hills met a horizon of silver moonlight. It was sad and beautiful but looked out of place in the midst of nothing else but a vast, empty wall. And being drawn to the masterpiece, there was an instant connection.Years ago, I never would have thought I’d be the girl with the complicated life story, where her own brother would kidnap her to save her, or where she’d be married to one of the leaders of the Russian mob and be expecting his child. Undoubtedly, it was still a hard truth to digest, but even as I moved pa
There was a moment of hesitation before she reluctantly handed me the album with a heavy sigh. I wasn’t sure what the sigh was for; my head was still spinning in the euphoria of the brief but triumphant moment. I’d never before had to exert thatmuch intimidation or authority to get anything in the house. As far as I was concerned, that was my husband’s role. Now, I’d done it, and though a tiny part of me felt awful for speaking roughly to the woman, who was old enough to be my mother, I was satisfied.She knotted her fingers together and cleared her throat, staring at me with a sober expression I’d never seen on her before; her gaze flickered to the book and back to my face. “There is a reason this room is isolated.”Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair. I shouldn’t have been mad at her for just doing her job. “I guessed that much.” I raised the album. “He doesn’t talk about it, about anything. And it’s not…. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but he knows more about me tha
I didn’t bother to ask her what she meant by “took care of;” the meaning was all over her face.“I’d seen them when the men took them out of the car in the parking lot: a mother, father, and a teenage girl. She was around Timur’s age then. Under the rain, I snuck around the hidden passages and caught Rafayel watching through the cracks. The screams were terrifying, and the sound of gunfire continued echoing through every wall that night. Timur walked out of that room with blood on his clothes and splashes on his face, deadly silent. Till today, only he and his brother know the exact details of what went down in that study. But I know his father made him watch the torture and forced him to sit through it while he murdered that young girl and her parents. The only evidence that he was there was the incessant nightmares he battled with every night afterward. Rainy days only made it worse. All that man cared about was having his sons rise in the ranks, becoming top leaders in the Bratva.
TimurIvan charged forward with precision and calculated steps. I gripped my knife, the cold steel of the blade feeling like a natural extension of myself. Ivan was good—great, sometimes—as a skilled and experienced opponent, but on most days, I was better. And most days were nine out of ten sparring days.With thick brows drawn and his jaw set, he lunged forward, his blade flashing toward my ribs. I sidestepped, twisting my body just enough for his knife to graze my T-shirt but not my skin. Smirking, I countered immediately. My knife sliced through the air toward his arm. He dodged, but not fast enough. A thin line of crimson appeared on his forearm.“Fucking sloppy,” I growled, circling him like a predator.A crooked smile appeared on his lips while he wiped the blood with the back of his hand. “I request for another chance to prove you wrong, Boss. I want to redeem myself.”I didn’t talk. I didn’t need to. My knife did all the talking. I moved in with a feint to the left, and when
The first aid kit was where it always was, tucked in a drawer in the kitchen. When I breezed inside, Serena was by the cooking gas. Her hand paused over the pot, her mouth fell open, and her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she saw me.I didn’t even bother with the courtesy of a greeting. I didn’t even fucking bother to fully notice how radiantly she wasglowing in yet another yellow dress that stopped high above her knees. Opening the drawer, I yanked out the fucking box with more force than necessary, spilling nearly half its contents onto the counter. Bandages, antiseptic wipes, gauze—they scattered everywhere, and I cursed under my breath.I wasn’t sure which annoyed the hell out of me more: not being able to recall the last time I needed to use a first aid box or needing to use one at all.Grabbing what I needed, I stalked into the living room, throwing myself onto the couch. The leather creaked beneath me as I leaned back, wincing when the movement pulled at the torn
“Fine, that was insensitive. I take it back. You get concerned about lots of things sometimes. What I meant was, do you want to tell me what happened, or is it perhaps something I shouldn’t know?”“Are you indirectly asking to know what happened?”“If I ask directly, will I get an answer?”“So many questions.”She folded her arms, and I flexed my jaw before resigning to the power of what tried to look like an intimidating stare from her.“Training session with the men.”“Training session with the men,” she repeated, disbelief clearly laced in her voice. “And they managed to get a…. What was used? A knife in you?”I couldn’t help it; the smile I’d been suppressing from the moment I saw her in front of me rose to the surface. “Notthey.He. But the details aren’t important. I’m fine now, thanks to you. Although, you deserve some blame. You’re the reason I managed to get hit in the first place.”Her jaw dropped. She looked gobsmacked and gorgeous. “What—me? How was that even possible when
SerenaIn love.Love.A word that once felt so distant, like something other people spoke about but I never fully understood.My father loved me, I got to learn, in his own way. His version of love was distant, like the feeling of staring at the stars from a million miles away. A hug was rare, and at some point, a kind word was even rarer. Yet, I knew, deep down, that he cared. In his own way. It was just buried beneath the weight of his shortcomings with my mother.My mother…she was tougher but distant. If she loved at all, then it was love from the background, silently, without touch or reassurance. Maybe it was love, I suppose, but not the kind that filled you.Jayden, though. With him, I knew love—real, tangible, and full. He gave it without question, without hesitation. As a kid, he’d sneak into my room during storms, wrapping his small arms around me to keep the fear at bay. He stood by me, always, even when I didn’t agree with his choices. And I loved him just as fiercely. With
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.