"They're here!" Ivan announced as if Andrei and Igor didn't have eyes and couldn't see the Cessna C421C Golden Eagle touch down on the tarmac and glide towards them.
Their guards were instantly on the alert as the plane stopped a few meters away. Several minutes passed before the plane doors opened, and out came Juan Pérez, dressed in an all-white suit, his long black hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. A pretty little thing with dusky skin and a mass of black twirly hair cascading around her bare shoulders hung onto the man's arm. Her tight metallic dress left little to the imagination, showing off her voluptuous body in all its glory. The sparkly shoes on her feet did wonders for her toned legs. Toned legs were one of Andrei's very few weaknesses. The things he could do with those legs— "I see he brought company," Ivan muttered beside him, gatecrashing Andrei's drool fest. "Did you expect anything less?" he drawled, irritation quickly replacing his anxiety as he scoped out the five guards trailing behind Juan and his lady friend. They were all dressed in black suits and serious Ray-Bans to complete their look, and Andrei instantly hated them. Nothing screamed mob, drug dealing and human trafficking than guys dressed in black suits and Ray-Bans and carrying shiny briefcases. Couldn't they have been a little discreet? "Mr Ivanov!" Juan was the first to speak when his entourage finally closed the gap between them. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you." His accent was so thick that Andrei struggled to understand what he was saying. But he shook his hand and welcomed him to Africa. "I hope you had a good flight?" "It was fantastic!" said Juan's arm candy. "I love Africa already. The weather is beautiful, and I can't wait to see the lions. Juan says we'll go to the safa…safa…" "Safari!" Juan snapped at her, his irritation evident. "I told you, you don't talk. Your only job is to look beautiful, and dare I say, you look magnificent. Now be a good girl and wait in one of those nice cars." "But—" "I wasn't asking, Sofia," Juan said, sounding calm enough, but the crazy look in his hooded eyes said otherwise as he pointed at the four luxury SUVs Andrei's security occupied. "Fine, Honeypot," Sofia pouted as she leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and sashayed off, leaving a thick cloud of feminine scents behind her. They watched her stroll to the car, swaying her hips dramatically with each movement. "Sorry about that. Women sometimes…" Juan said, laughing his head off as if he didn't just disrespect his wife, girlfriend, sidepiece, or whatever Sofia was to him. Andrei didn't laugh. He found women a nuisance half the time, but he didn't get off on blatantly disrespecting them, especially in company. "Shall we begin?" he asked. "Yes, of course," Juan nodded, and they slid into Andrei's car. "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine," the Mexican said as soon as the doors closed. "Right," Andrei nodded at Igor to do the honours. His second in command reached down to retrieve an unassuming briefcase under the driver's seat. For some reason, Juan seemed to have major trust issues. One minute, Andrei was watching his captain retrieve the cash, and the next, the muzzle of a gun was pressed to the back of Igor's shiny bald head, and all their guards, with their weapons drawn, surrounded the car. "You have ten seconds to get that shit off my man's head, or your brains will be splashed all over these windows. I don't think Sofia would like to miss her safari, do you?" Andrei said calmly. He'd been in his fair share of blitz attacks. Some he'd initiated, and others sprung on him. But from past experience, he knew that remaining calm was the only way to escape any hairy situation with his head still intact. "What is your guy trying to do?" "What the hell do you think he's doing? Getting your cash, of course!" "Under a car seat?" "I don't know how you do business where you come from, but here, we're discreet. We don't fucking walk around with shiny briefcases. Now you have two seconds left, or the deal is off, and I'll put a fucking bullet in your head myself." Juan didn't look convinced and needed a little motivation. Before anyone could even process what he'd done, Andrei had reached for his backup pistol strapped to his ankle holster, cocked it and aimed it at Juan. Both were now on equal footing. Armed, loaded and ready. "Don't be a dumb ass, Juan. This is my fucking territory. I call the shots here. Look around you. Private airport, no flight manifest. I can make all of you disappear, and no one would even know where to look." "Right!" Juan broke into manic laughter as he lowered his gun. A collective sigh of relief swept through the car as Igor and Ivan relaxed in their seats. "I like you!" Juan decided, still cackling with laughter. "I like how decisive you are!" Andrei didn't share his sentiments. He couldn't deal with the Mexican's erratic ways. The deal was— His phone vibrated in his pocket. He put away the gun and pulled out his phone, half expecting Juan to aim his Glock at him now. Surprisingly, the man was now smiling inanely as he motioned to him to answer the call. "My men will handle it from here. I'll be back. Igor, Ivan, do the necessary," he said before stepping out of the car. He walked a few feet away from the two security teams still engaged in a tense standoff and answered his phone, wondering who was calling him from a withheld number. The moment he heard her voice, Andrei wished he'd ignored the call. "You declined my Hot Connexions match?" "What? Did the little prima donna's ego get bruised? Can't handle a little rejection?" "Why did you reject me?" Holly demanded, sounding drunk out of her mind. "I'm beautiful, fairly wealthy and educated! And oh, I can dance. I can even do the tango! What more do you want?" Andrei didn't know he needed a wife who could tango until Holly brought it up. Yes, he had to add knowing how to tango to his list of requirements. There was no dance sexier, bolder and more intimate. His future wife definitely had to know how to tango. "Tell me your requirements right now! And I bet your ass I meet all of them. I think I even give good head. I'm pretty sure I do!" "Holly Anderson! Who do you think you're talking to?" Andrei barked at her, unable to believe he'd left his meeting for her drunken nonsense. "Call your driver to take you home right now, and I'll be generous enough to pretend this call never happened." "What will it take?" She slurred. "Nothing! You and I can never happen—" She barraged on, cutting him off. "What will it take to get my penthouse back?" So that's what this was about? Her penthouse? All her drunken talk about being a damn good catch, knowing how to tango, and giving good head was about her damn penthouse? Thank heavens she wasn't fixated on him! "Listen carefully, you little prima donna, that penthouse is mine now. I'm not selling it." "But you don't use it!" Holly shrieked on her end. "Give it to me! Give it to me right now!" "I'm not having this conversation with you right now! In fact, I'm not having this conversation with you, period!" Andrei snapped and hung up, pissed out of his mind that the spoilt princess had taken five minutes of his life he'd never get back. He switched off his phone just in case she was tempted to call him again. When he returned to the car, Denis, their resident cook, had just finished checking the samples. "What's the verdict?" Andrei asked as he resumed his seat and yanked off his tie, sorely tempted to call Liam and tell him to keep his little sister on a leash. "It's fucking beautiful!" Denis effused. "I've never seen anything so pure. This…This will be our rainmaker!" "Of course, I deliver only the best," Juan said smugly, and Andrei's mood soured even more. He should just put a bullet in the back of the Mexican's head, take his shitty samples, and keep all his money. But, he was a man of his word. He signalled to Igor to hand over the cash. "We'll call you with the next steps," Andrei informed Juan as they traded briefcases. But he had no intention of doing business with the Mexican. Juan had shown his true colours when he pulled a gun on Igor for no reason. And if Andrei had learned anything throughout his long, colourful career, it was to believe people when they showed him who they were the first time around. Igor's phone screeched, and it was his turn to jump out of the car. When he hopped back in, he wasn't a happy camper. "Boss, we have to go. Family crisis. Helga couldn't reach you. There seems to be trouble at home." With their business concluded, Andrei shook Juan's hand, albeit reluctantly, promising to keep in touch, even though he had no intention of doing so. He walked the Mexican and his crew back to their Cessna. "We should meet up after we return from the safari. I'd like to see more of your beautiful country," Juan said before turning to the plane. "Sure, call me!" Andrei nodded as he watched him smack Sofia's ass. He really hoped this was the first and last he saw of the Mexican. As soon as the plane took off, Andrei returned to the waiting cars. His security wanted to hold a debrief session to discuss the shitshow with Juan, but Andrei asked them to shelf it for later. He had a far more pressing matter to deal with. "But we need to—" Lev, his head of security, tried to protest, but Igor put him in his box. "The boss has an emergency, Lev!" With that, they bundled him in the car and headed off, with Andrei feeling somewhat relieved the meeting had gone fairly well. "Did Helga say what the emergency is?" "She mentioned an intruder." "Fucking hell!" Andrei swore. Could this damn night get any worse? "You missed the off-ramp," he said when he noticed they were driving in the wrong direction. Linksfield was in the opposite direction. "It's not the house in Linksfield. We're heading to Forrest Creek!" Ivan announced. Andrei didn't ask why because he had a pretty good idea. Damn that Holly Anderson!Igor and Ivan offered to come up to the penthouse with Andrei—like he couldn't handle a tiny ballerina on his own—but he declined their offer, reminding them they still had Juan's shipment to take care of."Set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon. Everyone must attend. It's about the Mexican deal," he instructed his second in command."Sure, Boss," Igor nodded."While you're at it, get a team to stay on Juan and make sure he gets to his damn safari without incident. I want to know all his movements. That loose cannon can't so much as scratch himself without me knowing about it!""On it," Ivan assured him.They spent a few more minutes discussing operational matters before calling it a night.Andrei headed inside the twelve-story building, not bothering to make small talk with the doorman like he always did. The ride to the top floor was unusually long, his mood souring the higher the elevator crept up. He couldn't bolt out of there fast enough when it finally stopped on his floor.He s
"What the hell?" Andrei raced upstairs, shock and horror plastered on his face as he gawked at a half-naked Holly sprawled on his bed. "Holy Christ, what possessed her to do this?" Helga whispered, her horror palpable. Horrified by the scene before his eyes and unable to move, Andrei replied, "I don't know. But you are never to speak of this, do you hear me? Not a word to anyone, Helga!" "Yes, sir, I understand!" Helga nodded her dark head emphatically. "Now, get me a first aid kit," he said. "Of course," she said, dashing out of the room. "Heavens!" Andrei swallowed hard, fighting off the tide of emotions sweeping over him. There were rumours throughout high school and university that Holly self-harmed when she couldn't cope with the pressure of dance school. But since the words 'pressure' and 'Holly Anderson' didn't go together in the same sentence, Andrei never paid much attention to the stories. Now, as he changed her into one of his old shirts, he wished he had. Maybe her
"Ivanov!" Andrei rasped into the phone. "This is a collect call from Pollsmoor Prison for inmate 368929. Will you accept the call charges?" Did he have a fucking choice? "Sure!" he barked his response. A moment later, his twin came on the line, sounding awfully happy for someone looking at three more years in prison, prattling away about life behind bars—from the uncharacteristically warm weather for this time of the year to his hour-long gym time outdoors. In that excruciatingly long five minutes, Andrei also learned his twin often spent time in the library, poring over law textbooks, because for some inexplicable reason, Aleksei had decided that helping other inmates with their legal woes was his calling now. "Leks," Andrei sighed, silently cursing his string of horrible bad luck today as he added two more minutes to the timer on the microwave, oddly comforted by the beep of the buttons. "Can you tell me what this is about? I have a ton of shit on my plate. I need to find a
Andrei did fall asleep, and when he finally opened his eyes sometime after 7:00 AM the following morning to the hustle and bustle of traffic twelve stories below, he was refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to take over the world. Until he felt a warm, soft, feminine body beside him on the bed where his gun should have been, and last night's nightmare came rushing back. "Holly!" he growled as he roughly pushed her away from him. "What?" she whined and rolled away, taking the bed covers with her. She wasn't just a nuisance but also a blanket hogger, Andrei thought bitterly, sorely tempted to shove her off the bed. "Wake up! Wake up right now!" he rasped as he jumped out of bed and strolled to the en suite bathroom to piss. When he came back and found Holly still snuggled under the covers, his irritation crept up exponentially. He stalked to the bedside stand, grabbed the remote, and drew the blinds, sending unbearable sunlight flooding in. Holly sat up, grumbling as she covered h
Holly was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands, when Andrei came in a second later. He stalked off to his end table, grabbed her black card, and stuffed the IOU note in his pocket. "Here, take your damn card. I'm not selling this place," he said, throwing the credit card at her. "Why do you have this?" Holly asked. "Are you serious?" Andrei arched his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. "You really don't remember much about last night, do you?" Holly shook her head, a look he could only describe as mortification flashing in her eyes as she held his gaze. "Last night," she said after a moment or so of tense silence. "I'm sorry I came here uninvited. It won't happen again. I drank way more than I should and took a bunch of other stuff." "Other stuff like?" Andrei asked, alarm bells going off in his head. He'd figured it was more than just alcohol. But drugs? Heavens— "Doesn't matter!" she replied. "What other stuff, Holly?" "It's not your business!" she
"He likes his woman warm-blooded!" Holly snorted as she mulled over Andrei's words. "Excuse me?" the Uber driver said, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. "Nothing," she replied and stared at her hands. What the hell did that even mean? Did Andrei really believe she wasn't warm-blooded and passionate? What the hell was she then all these years if she wasn't passionate?Every damn night when she glided on stage, she was passion personified. Was the man blind? Couldn't he see he'd never find another woman like her, a more passionate woman? And why, oh why, did his words cut her so deeply?Holly knew Andrei despised her. He'd never hidden his disdain for her and her family. So when it was all said and done, last night was her own damn fault. She should have stayed home and put up with everyone's pity. She should never have gone to Crush, let alone run to Forrest Creek in the state she was in. But her biggest mistake was swiping right on Andrei's damn Hot Connexions profile. No
Forty minutes later, the driver sped past the security booth of Morningside Mews, a private gated community east of Rock Castle. It was home to the twenty members of the Royal Dance Institute's corps de ballet, a handful of soloists and two principal dancers, including Holly. Located a stone's throw away from the Institute, the quaint village was once a thriving strawberry farm. With the passage of time, however, the land had changed hands several times and slowly lost its charm, morphing into the monstrosity of cookie-cutter townhouses that it was now. Boasting an onsite hi-tech gym, a smattering of recreational spaces and a convenience store, Morningside Mews touted itself as the pinnacle of luxury living when, in reality, it was just a glorified dormitory. The driver turned into a peaceful tree-lined street, passing rows of double-storey bungalows with manicured lawns and single-car driveways. As soon as they came to a complete stop in front of her unit on a sleepy cul-de-sac,
Katherine looked sharp in a hot pink power suit and white sneakers matching her satin camisole. Her ash blonde hair, drawn back from her face into a sleek chignon, showed off her sculpted features in all their glory. A former prima herself, she exuded an air of timeless elegance and grace. She glanced up and smiled, but her sapphire eyes remained cold like glass. Her smile never seemed to reach her eyes. "Please take a seat." Holly dutifully pulled out a chair and sat down, folding her hands in her lap. "How are you feeling?" Katherine asked. Her question would have come across as sincere if it weren't for the blank expression on her face. "I'm fine, thank you," Holly replied with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you as soon as I was discharged. The medication—" "I know. It knocked you out. You told me!" Katherine waved her along. "So what did Dr Evans say? What's the prognosis?" Reluctantly, Holly filled her in on her chat with Dr Evans about her upcoming surgery. "My
"Behind what?" Nikolai looked confused, but Andrei didn't buy his act one bit. After all, he was a master manipulator. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Andrei shouted as he backed away, terrified that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to grab his father by the throat and strangle him to death with his bare hands. Nikolai shut the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're crashing out. Pull yourself together." "Don't tell me to pull myself together!" Andrei yelled, steepling his hands as he sat on the edge of his desk. "You were behind Holly's accident—" "What accident?" Nikolai demanded, and when Andrei filled him in, he was adamant he had nothing to do with the shitshow on Church Street. "That's all on you, Son," he said, still leaning on the door. "What the hell did you think would happen when you held Veronika at gunpoint?" "No," Andrei shook his head in denial, but deep down, he knew his old man was right. He'd put
All eight photos of Holly, taken at various nightclubs in Rock Castle, including Crush, painted her in a terrible light. But the most disturbing was the one of her snogging Cooper at the Institute just a few weeks back. "Why do you have these?" Andrei stammered, seeing the future he'd envisioned slip through his fingers. "How do you even have these photos?" "Does it matter?" Nikolai replied as he draped his hands behind his head and crossed his legs. "All that matters is your jig is up." "It wasn't an act." "Yes, it was," said Nikolai. "I knew you were both up to shit last night when the Anderson lass showed up with her gift bags like Freddie Krueger handing out candy on Halloween. And I admit, all that jazz about loving you since she was sixteen and wanting to protect you was touching. But I knew there was no shred of truth in her words. Not with that photo of her and her lover floating all over the internet." "They broke up," Andrei explained. "They are not together anymore."
"Right!" Andrei nodded, his shoulders drooping in defeat. The quick five-minute chat he'd hoped for would be much longer, it seemed. So he buzzed Monique and asked her to bring refreshments and the Nexus file. "Yes, Mr Ivanov," she said before strutting out of the room. She was back before Andrei had even settled down in his office chair, making small talk with Nikolai while she poured him a cup of coffee and handed him the Nexus folder. When she was done, she excused herself, reminding Andrei she was a phone call away if he needed something. With a bitter smile, Andrei waved her off. The only thing he needed was an update on Holly. So, while his father browsed the Nexus file, Andrei texted Lev, demanding an update. 'Still nothing,' came Lev's response, and Andrei had to dig deep inside himself for every ounce of self-control to not hurl his phone across the room, the knot in his stomach growing bigger the longer the waiting game continued. "Is everything okay?" Nikolai looke
With the situation well beyond his control, Andrei had no choice but to sit and patiently wait for Lev's call. But, ten minutes in, and his head of security still hadn't called, Andrei tried Holly again. Her phone didn't ring this time, the dead tone thrusting him into utter despair. He was always an optimist, a glass-full kind of guy. He had to be. His role as the number two of the family required him to always present a confident facade. How else would he negotiate high-stakes deals and run one of the country's most powerful crime families if he weren't? But the mess with Holly and Veronika was forcing him to put aside his rose-tinted glasses and see it for exactly what it was: a catastrophic failure on his part and his first real test at keeping his word to Liam. Two nights ago, he'd thrown down the gauntlet to Liam and swore he'd do a far better job of protecting Holly than the Andersons had ever done. If he failed… If Holly didn't make it out of the disaster unfolding on Ch
Sometime during his morning commute to work, Andrei came to the firm conclusion that he was an asshole. But, it wasn't something he would have readily admitted to if it weren't for his long chat with Ivan. His lieutenant had rightly pointed out that his shock at finding Juan's drugs in Holly's possession was perfectly understandable. His reaction, though, was over the top. He could have handled their 'talk' with far more grace and owed Holly an apology. Of course, even before chatting with Ivan, Andrei had already planned to surprise Holly with a bunch of peonies later, kiss the hell out of her and whisk her off to lunch at her favourite restaurant where he'd beg for forgiveness. So, as soon as he settled down in his office, he called the florist to order the flowers. But Diane soured his mood, telling him he'd have to wait at least two weeks since peonies were no longer in season and would have to be imported. "Can I interest you in roses instead?" she asked. "No, Diane. Roses
You know how in movies, just before you die, time seems to slow down, and your life flashes in front of your eyes, making you question every decision, every choice you've ever made leading up to that moment? Sometimes, some long-dead relative, shrouded by a halo of light, is waiting for you at the end of a long, narrow tunnel to help you crossover. And other times, it's just the light. All you have to do is walk towards it. Holly didn't get any of that. No long-dead relative was waiting for her. No bright light to walk towards. No memories of her life flashed by. And time definitely didn't slow down. In fact, she was aware of every excruciating second as the car hit a traffic light and spun around several times before, ironically, crashing into a luxury car dealership on the corner of Church Street, missing a shiny Range Rover by mere inches. When the car salesmen—going about their mundane morning just moments before disaster struck— screamed and jumped out of the way, du
A mournful sigh slipped through Holly's lips as she pushed the laptop away and picked up her now-cold coffee. As much as she wanted to look away, her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. They remained glued to a Polaroid photo of Isabella taken in one of the studios at the Institute while she was in croisé devant, a pose in which the dancer stands facing a corner at an angle to the audience.Knowing what Holly knew now about the circumstances leading up to Isabella's tragic end, it wasn't hard to figure out who had taken the photo. Her own socials were littered with such images, and she always joked that if dancing didn't work out for Cooper, he could always go into photography. Of course, he didn't have the technical know-how. But there was something special about how he captured his subjects...He had a way of making them appear larger than life, like they were the centre of the universe and everything around them existed purely for them. Looking at the photos, at the fragments
After Andrei insisted on driving her to The Castle, Holly had planned to jump straight into bed and pass out. But, agitated and heartbroken, hours later, when the sun finally came up, she was still tossing and turning, going over their fight. Never in her wildest dreams would Holly have imagined that her first-ever argument with Andrei would be over some stupid snuff bullet that wasn't even hers. At the heart of it, though, she wasn't all cut up because Andrei had insinuated she was a junkie. Everything he said was true. She was a cokehead and owned her addiction. What really messed her up was that he didn't believe a word she said about the capsule not being hers. After everything they'd been through, hearing her out was the least he could have done. But the distrust in his eyes, like she wasn't worthy of being given the benefit of the doubt simply because she was a drug user, had damn near killed her. In that moment, with his unfounded accusations smashing down on her like a to
"You know the rules," Igor stepped in. If there was ever a time when Andrei wanted to throttle him, it was then. He not only knew the rules, but also enforced them diligently by subjecting the family's top management to random drug testing and running background checks on potential girlfriends. So, Igor playing the rules card felt like a fucking slap in the face."Holly is compromised," insisted Ivan, siding with Igor. "She's bad for business!""Watch yourself!" Andrei growled. "That's my future wife you're talking about!""Oh, for fuck's sake! After everything we've just said, you can't still be thinking about going through with this marriage. Your father will not allow it!""After the shit he pulled with Veronika, I'm done with my father. Holly and I will still get married as planned!""So what exactly did Papa Ivanov do?" asked Ivan, picking up his cutlery again."What didn't he do?" said Andrei, linking his hands behind his head. Without further prompting from his lieutenants, he