“You taste so fucking good, baby”, Nikolai groans roughly, “So fucking good,” and then he drags his arousal against my centre, forcing me to feel every inch of him. Fuck, he was big. Like really big. I'm talking Antarctic blue whale big. “Feel what you do to me, Solnyshko” he growls roughly against the sensitive planes of my neck. I feel his teeth graze my neck, and a ragged breath escapes me. “You drive me crazy, every time I see you, I can’t fucking think straight. Is this what you want? For me to lose my goddamn mind.” *** Sold by her father to save himself, Ava is forced to walk down the aisle towards a future she never wanted. Just when she thinks her fate is sealed and the universe is against her, An unexpected stranger walks into the ceremony claiming her as his. Nikolai Volkov is the enigmatic head of the Russian Mafia. A figure shrouded in mystery and power and a person not to be messed with. To him Ava is the key he needs to uncover the tragedy that claimed the life of his brother. When Ava finds herself head first in the middle of two mafia families she must decide if she can trust the man who sets fire to her soul with just a single touch or if she's willing to continue being a pawn in a much bigger chessboard.
Lihat lebih banyakNikolai."Fuck" I curse when the pan slips from my fingers, landing on the tiles with a loud clang. My daughter's head snaps towards me instantly, fixing me with a look I know all too well."You said a bad word" I sigh, running my fingers through my hair as I bend over to retrieve the now dented frying pan. When I straighten, her tiny arms are crossed over her chest, her bottom lip jutted out and she's pinning me with a stern look."That's three swear words today", she announces, looking every bit excited at my slip-ups.I always try my best to avoid using 'bad words' as my daughter likes to call them around her, but making breakfast at the ass crack of dawn isn't exactly something I'm built for, and it shows."Are you keeping count now printsessa?"She nods, grinning ear to ear, "Mhm. And you owe the swear jar three dollars." Ah yes, how could I possibly have forgotten about the swear jar?No wonder she looked so excited.Kat introduced the swear jar shortly after I became Kira's
AvaBy the time we reach the mansion, I'm shaking through my skin and can barely keep the trembling in my bones at bay.He's back.My father, the man who'd sold me not once but twice and ran away, was back. And he’d been at the hospital, watching me.A violent shudder rocked through me, nausea churning in the pit of my stomach.Did he know I was going to be there? How long has he been back? How long has he been following me? And why hadn’t I noticed until now? How long..."Your hands are shaking" The words drag me from my spiralling thoughts, and I blink, realizing the car is no longer moving."Huh?""Your hands," She nods towards the fist still clenched around my sweater in a death vice, "They're shaking"Her brows pinch together, "Are you cold?"Cold? No. Shocked? Definitely. But with everything that's going on with Kat, I can't tell her what's really happening. At least not until I'm sure myself. So I lie."Yes," I nod, then tug the sleeve of my sweater down to add to my dramatics,
AvaThere were three things Ava was slowly beginning to learn about her new 'friend' Bear.The first being that he was not just grumpy like she originally thought but actually extremely grumpy and it wasn't because he hadn't warmed up to her but because that's just who he is. She was pretty sure that she had never heard him smile like ever. Not even once.The second thing was that as much as he tried to deny it he enjoyed it whenever he heard her knock on the wall. In fact, she was again pretty sure those were the only times she ever heard him almost smile.The third and most recent thing was that he enjoyed silence. He had been quiet all day, and no matter how much she knocked, he hadn't made a single sound, and yet still, she knocked again.Silence."Bear?"More silence.Her curiosity was now slowly starting to turn into something else. Something she didn't like.Worry? Fear?She shook her head.Bear was Bear. He was strong and Ava was fairly certain that nothing could hurt him. Wel
AvaDownstairs, Kat is already dressed and waiting for me in the car.I slip into the backseat beside her, letting out a small sigh as I settle in.The ride to the hospital is mostly filled with silence as we roll into the streets of Chicago. I peek at Kat, worrying when I see her picking at the edge of her thumb with her fingernails.She seems tense for some reason and as much as I want to, I decide that it's best not to pry.Whatever is bothering her I'm sure she'll tell me when she's ready. We arrive at the hospital twenty minutes later and Kat is out of the car before the driver even comes to a full stop in the parking lot. I follow after her, struggling to keep up with her pace.Inside the hospital smells of antiseptic, the stench hitting me the moment I step in along with the smell of iodine and latex, making my stomach churn. We make our way to the receptionist's desk, where a blonde woman in light blue scrubs, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, greets us with a
AvaThree days.That's how long it's been since my brother contacted me. Three days is also how long it's been since I lied to Nikolai by telling him that I got lost in the art store when I got home and found him looking like he had lost his mind without me. Two days is how long it takes for me to try my brother's phone again. It goes straight to voicemail.I still haven't fully been able to wrap my head around everything Aaron told me. Learning that we no longer shared the same father, and we apparently never did, to begin with, felt like a missile launched in the middle of the desert, unexpected and unpredictable. And as if that wasn't enough, his biological father was none other than Raicán O'Sullivan, the former head of the Irish mafia who wanted Aaron to take his place, and what's worse is that my brother was actually considering joining the Irish mafia as their new leader.It all felt so... jarring. Growing up with Aaron I'd never once considered that he was unhappy with his l
Ava"She was pregnant Ava"Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.The word repeats, over and over again in my brain like an endless chant.My mum...Our mum, was pregnant before she married our... no, my father.Swallowing, I straighten in the log, turning to face my brother. Of all the things I expected him to say, this did not make the top ten. Or hundred. Or thousand.I blink at him, counting down the seconds until he says, gotcha like he did when we were children, and he told me that he saw a ghost in our backyard, and I believed him. But the punchline never comes. “is this some kind of joke?" I ask. I'm surprised at how steady my voice comes out because, on the inside, my mind is racing. He has to be wrong; he just has to be because that would mean....I stare him straight in his eyes and the look I find there tells me that he won't say the words I'm so desperate for him to even if I were to kneel and beg him within an inch of my life.He wouldn't lie to me.Aaron remains comple
AvaThe Uber rolls to a stop in front of a barely standing building. The middle-aged driver glances at me through the rearview mirror, his brows pinching together. I ignore the look he gives me and shove a few bills into his hand before stepping out.The address Aaron sends me leads me to the industrial side of Chicago, where rusting metal fences and abandoned buildings line the quiet streets. Why the hell did he want to meet up in a place like this? The moment I shut the door, the Uber peels away, the roar of the engine fading into the distance, leaving me with nothing but a puff of engine smoke and dust.Coming to an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere simply because my brother preferred it over coffee in a cafe like normal people should certainly count as my top ten biggest mistakes.My gaze scans the area, and so far, it seems safe and normal.Slipping away from Benjamin had proven difficult. I'd asked him to stop at a random art store, claiming I needed to get some art
AvaMy phone buzzes in my pants as soon as I step out of my art history test on Wednesday. I reach for it, my pulse thrumming when I see the unknown number flashing across the screen. I hesitate for only a second before answering, my hand fisting the phone tightly."Hello?" "How are you, Ava?"That voice. I knew that voice. I grew up with that voice."Aaron?""The one and only"It's meant to come off as playful but there's a restrained edge to it. He sounds tired somehow and nothing like the boy I grew up with.Whereas that voice was lighter and always playful, this voice sounded older, wearier—like life had taken its toll on him in ways I would never understand.Why was he calling me? Now of all times. He abandoned me and now he's calling me like everything is just peachy between us when it's not. He knows it's not.I open my mouth to tell him he's an asshole for ignoring me for months and then trying to joke it off like nothing happene
Ava"I want to show you something," Nikolai tells me when I step into the house after a very long day of classes. I'm tired and my feet ache from shuffling between one lecture hall to the other in hopes of learning something relating to the path I chose to walk in life but am now violently cursing myself from doing.Kira throws me a toothy grin from over her shoulder as she's escorted back to her room by Lydia, her nanny, a grey-haired Russian woman with manners as stiff as a stick. She smiles at me politely as she ushers the little girl who'd tumbled into my legs the moment she saw me walk through the door, her tiny fists clutching the fabric of my skirt tightly like she couldn't let go.It took a while for her to notice me when I first came in, but when she did, she smiled at me so brightly from her father's lap that my heart stopped right there in my chest. Is this what it feels like to be missed?I lift a brow at Nikolai clearly confused at what he needs to show me. Today he's dr
AvaFinding out my father sold me off to a sadistic Mafia Don to save himself was not how I expected my twenty-first birthday to go.But alas. Here, I am. “Are you okay?” My father asks, his voice layered with concern. I turn to observe him, my eyes roaming up and down his slouched shoulders. He was dressed in a black tuxedo one of the men who had brought us in had given him shortly after we arrived at the church. His hair was pushed back, the result of countless hand motions through the balding strands in order to appear much younger than he actually was.It doesn't work.“Ava… Please talk to me”I let out a breath, then pressed my lips together forming a thin line. How exactly did he expect me to answer that?Oh, of course, Dad, I’m fine; it’s great that you sold me to a literal mafia boss to save your life; I totally understand and forgive you.My lips twist downward at the thought.My father had sold me to one of the most ruthless men in all of Chicago in order to save his neck a...
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