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
If anyone had asked Andrei how he felt at that moment, with Holly in his arms and his mom's ring on her finger, he would have told them he was delirious with joy. But honestly, that, too, didn't even come close to describing the happiness swelling in his heart. In fact, he was so ecstatic he wondered how it wasn't a crime for anyone to be as happy as he was."You've made me so happy, Milaya," Andrei whispered, kissing Holly's forehead. All his life, he had always believed love was meant for other people—good, deserving people like Liam and Levi. And until a few weeks ago, marriage was the furthest thing from his mind. But now, with just a simple 'yes' to his proposal, Holly had opened the door to a world of possibility."You have no idea how happy I am right now," he murmured in her hair. "I could die this moment, and I'll be okay with it—"Holly playfully slapped him on his arm, chastising him, "Hey, don't joke about dying, especially after today.""It was just a figure of speech,"
Eventually, Holly got over her stunned shock and spluttered out her confusion, her eyes roaming wildly over Andrei's face in search of answers. "But Naomi said it's from Mexico!" "Naomi's right. That vial is from Mexico. There are only ninety-nine others in the country. Or at least there were.""What do you mean?""Like I said, Jonah or whoever he's working for stole the drugs from me, and it would be remiss of me to let them get away with it," Andrei replied and swiftly changed the subject, asking her how long the doctors planned to keep her at the hospital, even though she'd already told him it was only for tonight."I should be discharged tomorrow.""I'll pick you up," he offered, but Holly shot him down, reminding him there were four men outside her door, watching her every move under the guise of keeping her safe. If it hadn't been for her phone call to Eric, he wouldn't have been allowed to see her."So what are you saying?" Andrei asked as he touched the ring in his pocket for
With seven minutes to go, Andrei charmed the nurses into letting him see Holly early, sweet-talking his way to her private ward. His luck ran out when he found four of Liam's guys, including Eric, Holly's driver, standing guard outside her door."You shouldn't be here," said Eric as he got up in Andrei's face. "Miss Anderson almost died because of you."Ignoring him, Andrei pulled out his phone and called Holly. "Milaya," he said when she picked up. "Where are you? You sound so close.""I'm outside your room, but your guard dogs won't let me in.""Let me talk to them," she said and hung up. A moment later, Eric's phone rang. He picked up Holly's call and let Andrei through without saying a word.Holly's face lit up like a Christmas tree when Andrei stepped inside. She shoved her bed covers aside and sprung to her feet. But the pain in her knee sent her crashing back on the bed, and she howled in agony.Andrei was at her side in a heartbeat, asking as he cradled her in his arms, "Wha
Andrei was in Forrest Creek just as the sun dipped in the horizon, catching Helga as she was about to knock off. "Your dinner's in the microwave," she told him as she gathered her stuff. "And don't forget I'm not in for the rest of the week. My daughter—" "Thanks, Helga." Andrei smiled at her and saw her off, telling her to enjoy her time off with her new grandkid. With just under an hour before visiting hours, Andrei dashed upstairs to freshen up, scoffing down his dinner while getting dressed. When he was done, he called Monique to confirm the chopper was ready to pick up his twin from Poolsmoor prison bright and early tomorrow. "I thought prisons had strict rules about this sort of thing," said Monique, sounding as exhausted as Andrei felt. "And I thought I paid you enough to know when something is not your business, Monique!" Andrei retorted and promptly hung up on her. She was right, though. Prisons had strict protocols in place when it came to prisoner transfers. But Andrei
"What is this about now, Papa?" Andrei asked. "Sit!" Nikolai pointed at the armchair while he made himself comfortable behind his desk. "I'll get Pavel to bring in some refreshments, and since you're here, maybe you can stay for supper?" "No thanks," Andrei declined the seat, drink and meal, explaining he had to take Ivan to the airport. "Where's he flying to?" asked Nikolai, resting his hands on the surface of his desk. "Botswana," Andrei replied, but didn't offer any more information, and he was glad when his father didn't press for details. "Your brother's transfer is happening tomorrow?" Nikolai's statement sounded more like an accusation than a question, and Andrei wasn't sure how to respond. Nikolai took the decision out of his hands when he went for the offensive, accusing Andrei of keeping him in the dark. "Why did I have to hear from your assistant that your twin is coming home?" "Maybe if you had answered Leks' calls, you wouldn't have had to hear it from Monique.
"Give me five minutes," Andrei said when they pulled into the horseshoe driveway and parked close to the front door a little while later. "You'd better hurry up. I have a flight to catch," Ivan retorted, reminding him about his trip to Botswana. The team of four guys he'd assembled to bring Sienna in were already on their way to the airport. "Yes, sir!" Andrei called over his shoulder, giving his lieutenant a mock salute as he ran up the front steps. The housekeeping staff were taken aback when he stepped into the lavish foyer and found them polishing the bannisters of the grand double staircase. "Mr Ivanov, we weren't expecting you." "I know!" Andrei replied. He never made unplanned stops. And if it weren't for his father's insistence to have a home-cooked meal with him at least once a week, he wouldn't even bother coming by. The place had stopped feeling like a home long before his mom died. "What can we do for you, sir?" The two ladies asked, ready to be of service, as they
"First time?" asked Thabo, Lev's mortuary technician friend. His brilliantly white teeth, as he smiled at Andrei, were a stark contrast to his smooth mahogany skin. "Hardly," Andrei replied and quickly shut his mouth, afraid if he didn't, the unbearably warm stench would creep into him and taint every inch of his soul. They passed several closed doors as Thabo led them down an endless corridor. He candidly explained that the air-conditioning system was out of order, hence the humidity and smell. "We logged it two days ago, but they have yet to send the technicians to fix it. I guess no one cares about the material comforts of the dead," he said, taking them deeper into the bowels of the morgue. Just when Andrei began to think the man had no idea where they were going, Thabo abruptly stopped in front of a cavernous room whose metal doors were wide open, like a gaping mouth. "There they are," he said, pointing at several bodies lying on cadaver carriers. "Why are they out in the o
"I was surprised you went with orchids," said Diane, the beaded strands tinkling softly as she pushed the curtain back in place and returned to her workstation."Aesthetically wise, I would have gone with roses," she added, setting the potted plant on the table. "Anything but roses!" Andrei murmured, running his fingers on the tips of pink tulips peeking out from an elaborate arrangement on the counter beside the cash register."But I like the symbolism behind orchids," she continued, as if Andrei hadn't spoken. Her hands moved deftly as she got down to work and performed magic with the Spanish moss, curly willow vines and some clippers. "Did you know that orchids were associated with virility in ancient Greece? In fact, Greek women believed that if the father of their unborn child consumed large, new orchid tubers, the baby would be a boy. If the mother ate small orchid tubers, she would give birth to a girl."Andrei didn't know this, of course. He'd chosen orchids for their enduran
A fleshy bud of dark, wilting petals peeked at Andrei amidst the jagged pieces of broken glass. He picked it up, twirling the thin, broken stem between his thumb and forefinger as he scanned the street for a nearby florist shop. When he found none, the coldness in his veins steadily turned to ice. Troubled, he carefully wrapped the withered bulb with his silk handkerchief and stuffed it in the inner breast pocket of his tailored cashmere coat before returning to the car, unable to shake off the unsettling feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Lev called," Ivan announced as he watched Andrei buckle up. "He wants us to meet him at the morgue." Andrei glanced at his Cartier and nodded. The next slot for visiting hours at Glen Eagles Mediclinic, where Holly was being kept overnight for observation, was at 7:00 PM. There was still plenty of time before then. "Let's do it," he said, texting Austin, urging him to meet him at Crush around 10:00 PM. After a flurry of back-a