If anyone said they didn't know Aero Towers, they'd be lying.
Surrounded by the headquarters of the big five banks, a smattering of investment companies and high-profile law firms, the high-tech, eco-friendly, forty-story all-glass structure stood tall and proud in the centre of Rock Castle.
Fuelled by old and new money, this side of town was the country's economic hub, the powerhouse of all financial dreams, and Aero Shipping was right at its centre.
From the vantage point of his top-floor office with panoramic views of the city, Andrei could see Anderson Logistics on one side and Van Holt Industries on the other. Every day, he took a moment or two to stare at his frenemies' headquarters. Fuck, that wasn't a word he would ever say out loud, but it was the only one that summed up his complicated relationship with Liam Anderson and Levi Van Holt. But yes, every day he made damn sure to take a moment and gaze at their nice-but-not-so-memorable buildings, and he'd smile smugly because when it was all said and done, he did have the best piece of real estate. He may not have had a joyful childhood and perfect upbringing like them, but in this urban jungle, he was the king.
Today, though, when Andrei glanced out the window, he barely noticed the over-the-top glass and chrome curved facade of Anderson Logistics' headquarters. His mind was still on his chat with his father the week before.
Turning back to his desk, he emailed Vivienne Lume for an appointment. Of course, he could have asked Monique to make it happen, but for something as sensitive and delicate as Dreams, an ultra-elite escort agency catering to the uber-wealthy, he preferred to handle it himself.
As expected, Vivienne emailed back a hard 'No can do!'
Andrei smiled, linking his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his executive chair. He wouldn't have expected anything less from her. Handing Levi the file with enough evidence to sink Dreams and send her to prison for life was a violation of trust on so many levels. She was lucky she had powerful backers, his father included, who'd helped her avoid jail time. As justified as she was in her anger, though, Andrei didn't care. He needed a wife fast, and she'd make it happen.
'I'll make it worth your while and double the buyout for the girlfriend contract,' he sent her another email and waited, convinced his offer would do the trick. But fifteen minutes later, when there was still radio silence from Vivienne, Andrei shut off his laptop and seriously contemplated the Hot Connexions idea, wishing he hadn't burned his bridges with Dreams.
He was about to check if he had any connections when he realised he was logged out of the app. After setting up his profile, Ivan never gave him his access details.
With no immediate access to Hot Connexions and no response from Vivienne, Andrei buzzed his assistant in.
Monique, a busty, long-haired brunette beauty, pranced in after her usual double tap on his office door. "You wanted to see me?"
He could marry her, Andrei thought, watching the gentle sway of her hips as she traipsed closer to his desk. If she wasn't engaged, he'd marry her. Monique gave good head. Something he could use right now after the rough day he'd had.
"The Mozambican contract. How far are we with it?" he asked, raking his eyes appreciatively over her hourglass frame wrapped in a skintight red dress that did a stunning job of showing off her body and tempting all the men in the building.
"They sent it through this morning," she replied.
The loud sounds she made when she was in the throes of an orgasm, like a bitch on heat, sometimes made it hard for Andrei to believe Monique usually spoke in a calm, breathy voice.
"Legal is looking at it now as we speak," she added, pausing in front of the coffee station beside the bar. Without checking what he was in the mood for, she poured him an espresso. "And if all goes well, they'll be here in a day or two for a tour of our main hub."
"Thanks," Andrei nodded, accepting the cup from her. Her fingers stayed a little too long on the back of his hand, caressing him.
"You still didn't tell me what Papa Ivanov offered you to make you stay," Monique said, coming around his desk to rest behind his chair.
Her subtle, floral fragrance was as disarming as her lips when she leaned over and nibbled his earlobe.
Damn it! Andrei closed his eyes, cursing silently. Monique always went for the damn earlobes because she knew they were his weak spot. When she got engaged two months ago, they decided their little arrangement would have to end. But good Lord, she was making it hard to resist her advances.
"So, did he give you all his shares or what?" Monique whispered, her breath gliding down the side of his face.
"That's none of your business," Andrei croaked, tilting away from her, his voice as thick as his growing erection. "And if there's nothing else to report, I suggest you return to work," he added, despite his cock screaming at him to forget all his barely-there morals, bend her over his desk and dick her hard. But the sparkly sapphire ring on her finger was enough to push common sense back in place.
"But—" Monique pouted prettily as she tried again to tempt him.
"No, Monique. We've talked about this and agreed, remember? Whatever we had is over. I don't think your fiancé would appreciate being cheated on!"
"You had no issues fucking me before," Monique said as she pushed away from his desk, going from calm to outraged in seconds.
"That was before you got engaged," Andrei reminded her as he finished his espresso and dumped the cup on the table.
"But I'm not married yet. We can still have our fun," she said, her fleshy lips twisting into an ugly sneer.
Andrei threw his hands in the air in frustration. Was there no loyalty in the world anymore?
"Monique, if you keep this up, I'll have to find your replacement," he said, walking over to his adjoining bathroom to take care of business.
"The flowers were returned; Holly didn't sign for them," Monique said, slipping back into her role as a highly competent assistant.
Confused, Andrei asked, "What flowers?"
"For her show last Sunday," Monique replied.
"And you only tell me this now?"
"Well, I'm sorry, I was preoccupied with more important issues, like making sure all your stuff doesn't get shipped to Moscow—"
"Why didn't she sign for them?" Andrei asked. Not because he cared. But Monique had that look in her eyes, like she wanted him to ask or at least pretend to be interested.
"Well—" She smiled her glee. She didn't like Holly. No one liked Holly. "Apparently, there was a God-awful accident at her show last weekend. She broke something, I guess—"
Andrei held up his hand to interrupt her, "I was there, and besides a tiny mishap, Holly was her usual flawless self."
Clearly unimpressed with his backhanded compliment of her arch-enemy, the smile on Monique's face dimmed a few watts as she continued, "Well, I don't know what to tell you. All I know is she didn't sign for the flowers. Word on the gram and the savage streets of X is her show has been put on hold, and it might get cancelled, but if it doesn't, one of the better ballerinas will be taking over from her. How embarrassing is that? But, I guess it's about time that prissy bitch got pegged down a notch."
"Oh?" It was all Andrei could say. He doubted there was a ballerina better than Holly. Not in the country, at least. He may dislike the spoiled princess, but when she was on that stage, it was like looking at a beautiful piece of art…a rare masterpiece…and he didn't even like ballet.
"Thanks for letting me know," he said, shaking his head slightly, wondering what he was supposed to do with this information.
Was he supposed to call Holly and check up on her?
Should he call Liam? After all, they were business partners.
"I'll hold all your calls for fifteen minutes," Monique said, smiling wickedly because she knew exactly what he was about to do.
Without saying another word, Andrei stepped into the bathroom, a little perplexed to see his hard-on had mysteriously vanished. He suspected it had a lot to do with the news about Holly. The prima-donna wasn't just a pain in the ass, but she was also a killer of raging hard-ons, it seemed.
Andrei took a leak and jumped in the shower to prepare for his meeting at the old airstrip.
"Ivan, Igor, where's my wife? Found her yet?" Andrei asked from the back seat as he threw his phone at Ivan so he could log in to the Hot Connexions app. They'd picked him up half an hour ago from Aero's headquarters. Now, they were on a lonely stretch of road, racing to the rendezvous spot, an old airport—well, not exactly old since it was still in use. But only by a few select government officials and well-connected people. One phone call to the right person had made it possible for Andrei to use it tonight. He could have used his private airstrip in Linksfield, but the Hawks were on his back after the shit with Dreams and Leks' string of bad deals. They were much harder to buy off than the po-pos. Tonight's venue had cost him an arm and a leg, but it was a small price to pay for the privacy and anonymity it guaranteed. "Guys, why am I talking to myself?" he asked when his lieutenants showed no signs of life. "Well, very few women have a death wish—" Ivan began, but paused, his ey
"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
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
"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