Once they were alone in the bedroom, Jozef began pacing and signing. It might be stupid to stay here. Maybe we should go. It was weird for Jozef to be indecisive. It took Shaun a moment to realize he wasn't indecisive for himself, but for her. He didn't want a decision he made to put her in danger. A laughable idea since his existence put her in danger, but she appreciated his hesitance anyway. She reached to take his hand. He let her pull him in for a loose hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him. "I trust you, and if you're willing to stay here, then a part of you trusts Vasiliy. I trust that part of you, Jozef." She tipped her face up to kiss his jaw. "We came here for a reason. Go with your gut on this one." He didn't smile, but his eyes softened to a deep blue velvet and he kissed her. He didn't use his tongue, but rested his mouth against hers for a few seconds, whisper soft. Though it wasn't an erotic kiss, it still made Shaun's hear
Vasiliy smiled slightly. "I believe we've had this conversation, Jozef. And it has led us to an impasse." The impasse will end tonight, Jozef assured him. I don't want to hurt you, but I need the information and I don't have the luxury of time anymore. I have an empire to build. I need to know who my enemies are, and who are my allies. Vasiliy nodded thoughtfully and carefully set his brush aside. He leaned back in his stool and studied Jozef. "Alright, I will tell you." When Jozef lifted his hands to sign, Vasiliy interrupted him. "You'll have to patient though. I won't give you a direct answer, I will simply give you a piece of the puzzle. It's up to you to figure out where it fits." Jozef growled his frustration but didn't argue. Vasiliy's words were eerily similar to his own thoughts of a few minutes before. He was here, with Vasiliy, and he had nowhere else to go. He could work on his patience, while at the same time hopefully get the answers he needed.
Jozef was stunned by the news that Leeza was not only Vasiliy's biological daughter, but she was also the elusive Phantom. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Leeza had become secretive over the years. She used to be outgoing, caring, fun. But since her marriage she'd become withdrawn, impatient, unfeeling. Jozef stared at Vasiliy. He had to make some decisions and Vasiliy wouldn't like any of them. Why did you tell me this? Jozef asked. He almost wished Vasiliy had kept the information to himself. Though Jozef had ordered his cousin's death, it didn't sit well with him. When Leeza escaped with her son, Jozef had been relieved. He could let her go; let her live her life somewhere else, away from the mafia world they grew up in. Now, Jozef was faced with a much worse scenario. Leeza had been building her own empire, her own army over the years, using her biological father's resources. Jozef couldn't allow her to live. She was more
"You can't take off like that." Jozef stared across his desk at his second-in-command. The moment Jozef was back in the mansion, Havel hunted him down and insisted on a meeting. Though he'd kept his distance while they were in Poland, he'd been furious at Jozef's impromptu vacation. Jozef understood. They were in the middle of a takeover, the Bratva were breathing down their necks, the Koba women were in the wind, probably scattered across Europe looking for allies. Jozef had abandoned his responsibilities to give Shaun some time away from the pressures surrounding them and the grim reality of living in the mansion again. "We need to talk about this," Havel snapped when Jozef failed to react to his demand. "I can't protect you if you go off on your own. Our enemies could've been sitting at the gate, waiting for you to emerge without your usual entourage. Hell, you didn't even try to cover your tracks into Poland. We were on your tail almost the entire way
Shaun took Jozef's hand as he helped her from the SUV. She gazed up the side of Jozef's building, squinting at the top floor, where she'd lived only a few weeks earlier. Havel, Cooper, Terek and Nikolay surrounded them. Jozef touched her back, urging her inside. He didn't like it when she lingered on the street. Both of them had become somewhat infamous since the funeral. They'd been gossiped about in the society pages, speculated about and spied on. Out of the corner of her eye, Shaun spotted two men with cameras coming toward them. Jozef had assured her the interest would die down soon. Mobsters didn't like the limelight. Or at least, not Jozef. He fully intended to lead a boring life until the attention faded away. He'd told her they were targets of the local paparazzi because Jozef had inherited his uncle's massive fortune and was engaged to the doctor who was kidnapped out of Ukraine. Somehow Jozef had kept the attack out of the newspapers. They coul
Shaun was busy clipping the dead roses and leaves from a bush in the rose garden when Atlas announced a visitor. "There is a Dr. Elisa ?ern? here to see Dr. Patterson. I've put her in the formal sitting room." Without waiting for a response, Atlas turned on his heel and left. Shaun could only assume he was slithering back to whatever hole he spent his time in when he wasn't springing visitors on Shaun. He disapproved of her, and nothing she said or did seemed to change his attitude. She supposed he didn't see her as the proper rich lady of the household. Jozef had hired him for his size and the air of deadliness swirling about him. Shaun believed he could back that air up. He certainly moved faster than he looked. She sat back on her heels and dusted her hands on the thighs of her jeans before climbing to her feet. Shading her eyes, she looked out across the rose garden. She wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to accomplish. She'd alwa
Shaun didn't see Jozef again until late that evening. He'd skipped supper and sent a servant to tell Shaun not to wait up for him. She'd been disappointed. Even though the mansion was huge, it wasn't so big that Jozef couldn't come find her and tell her himself when he was going to miss a meal. She was tempted to go find him, assuming he was closeted in the study, but decided against a confrontation. They could work on his manners any time, but complex, exciting surgeries definitely did not happen every day. She needed him in a good mood if she was going to convince him to let her do the surgery. In preparation, she pulled out the notes Jozef had copied while he was in prison. It still boggled her mind that he'd read everything she ever wrote. He was insane. But also very romantic, which she couldn't fault. She was getting used to his intensity. When he finally entered their suite of rooms, it was clear he was expecting her to be in bed. He walked right past her
Jozef's capitulation wasn't as easy as Shaun thought it would be. She should have known better. There was a reason Jozef was master of his slice of the underworld. He was an expert chess player and negotiator. The next day, after an incredible night, where Jozef woke her repeatedly to fuck her into oblivion, Jozef called Shaun into his office. She felt a little like a schoolgirl being called to task by a parent or teacher. It was a strange feeling considering her years of education and work experience. But that was what Jozef did to her. He made her feel deliciously off-balance and a little unsure, while still building up her confidence. When she arrived and knocked on the door, it was opened by Atlas, who nodded coldly at her and slipped past. She glanced after their boulder of a butler and then entered Jozef's office. His face looked like it was carved from stone, but she wasn't worried. That was his usual expression when he was working. As soon as his eyes la
Jozef sat in the window of his hut, looking out at the incredible cerulean blue of the ocean beyond. When Shaun had found out that Jozef had never spent time near the ocean, except briefly when he was on mission, she'd insisted they choose an oceanside setting for their honeymoon. It had been four months since Jozef had murdered his aunt, and he still thought about that moment. Her confessions, her reaction to his being there. He felt intense anger when he thought of her killing his parents and her attacks on Shaun, but time had given him a better perspective. She'd grown up in the mafia. She'd been highly intelligent and motivated. Like Jozef, like his uncle, like the best in the business. Perhaps if she'd been born a man, given her own organization to play god with, she might have channeled her abilities into better use. Her death made him think long and hard about himself. He wasn't much different. He killed too. She used death and destruction to manipulate w
Saskia loved everything about school. She loved the books, she loved her laptop, she loved taking notes, she even loved exams. When Jozef deemed it safe enough for her to return to the University, she'd immediately registered for her winter classes. It took some cajoling to get into a few of them, given her late attendance, but she managed a full course load. Saskia loved university and opted to spend more time on campus than off. She ate in the cafeteria, she studied all over the place, wherever she could find a sunny nook. She spent time in the library almost every day, soaking in the atmosphere. It was the university that made her return to Prague bearable. The shining goal of finishing her linguistics degree. As a child she had grown up with tutors, only attending classes with other students in her two years of boarding school. That had been different from the university. The students were similar age and background, and class sizes were limited to a handful
Dasha woke with a start, the clicking of heels on the tiles of the hospital floor reminding her of muffled gunshots. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart. Slowly, painfully, she sat up, reaching for the water on her nightstand. The process was made awkward by her other hand being cuffed to the bed. She'd been transferred the day before. She'd waited as long as she could manage before finally giving away her condition. She'd been in so much pain, the poison twisting her guts; the fever raging through her that she'd raved with hallucinations. Screamed obscenities at the prison staff as they strapped her to a gurney and moved her. She took long sips of water, pulling it through the paper straw. It felt like heaven against a throat raw from days of vomiting. Her hand shook as she set the water down. Collapsing against the pillows, she forced herself to stay awake, to keep alert. She was here for a reason. Someone had poisoned her. Not some
Your mother is here, Jozef signed, crouching next to the bed. Shaun looked at him, tears bright in her eyes. She hadn't stopped crying in almost two days. She tried to tell herself to snap out of it, to stop feeling sorry for herself. But she couldn't. Of everything that had happened to her in the past few years, this felt the worst. It was the final straw. She couldn't take anymore. "I don't want to see her." Jozef frowned, thunderclouds growing in his eyes. You turned her away yesterday, which we allowed since you need time to heal, but you will not turn her away today. You need your mother, and you will see her. He was the epitome of patience when it came to Shaun and her feelings, but he wasn't going to allow Shaun to push her mother away. She could already see it on his face. He thought she needed her mother, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. She pushed herself up on the bed, feeling dizzy and nauseous. She hadn't left the bed si
"Krystoff..." He moved closer to the bed. Dasha squinted against the harsh glaring light, but he still looked like nothing more than a shadow, frustratingly insubstantial. She knew it was him, though. She knew his shape, his scent, his touch... She'd poisoned him. More than once. She hadn't regretted it at the time, but she regretted it now. She worshipped him. She shouldn't have manipulated his love. Soon she would be with him again, and she would have to explain her actions and hope he could forgive her. Dasha had poisoned her first victim when she was five years old. Miss Anya. She'd hated her nursemaid. The woman was sour, dour, and no fun at all. She insisted Dasha wear dresses and always have her hair brushed. She was never allowed out if the weather was bad, and she was always made to complete her studies. If she didn't learn her letters, then she would get a sharp smack across the knuckles. Dasha had overheard her mot
Jozef didn't know what to do. It was a strange sensation for him. He always knew what to do, but this time he was out of his element. He crouched next to Shaun's chair, holding her hands in his as she sobbed. He hated every tear that crawled down her face. He was usually the one to cause her tears, but this time, it wasn't him. It was the doctor who'd disappeared discreetly from the room. They were in the fertility clinic where Shaun had gotten her referral. They'd been called to the clinic for the results of their first round of testing. Her tears dripped onto his hands where they were clasping hers. He bowed his own head, blinking back his own tears. Her heart was breaking, and he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't kill the thing without hurting the woman he loved more than anyone or anything in the world. He couldn't kill PCOS. Polycystic ovary syndrome. Shaun was infertile and the diagnosis was destroying her. He would have to take go
Nikolay had a bad feeling. He'd had it for months, but when no one accused him of betraying Jozef, he'd shoved the feeling aside. They didn't know. He was safe. Then why did he feel like the sword of Damocles was hanging over his head, awaiting the right moment to drop? "Saskia." He'd been standing in the shadows outside her suite, waiting for her to appear. She was coming down the hall toward him, her blue headphones wrapped around her neck, her wild brown hair a messy halo around her head. She wore tight ripped jeans, a black hoodie and running shoes. It hit him that she was really quite beautiful in her own way. He'd never found her particularly attractive when they'd dated. She was too wild and headstrong, and he preferred his women compliant. Submissive. Not words one could use in association with Saskia Koba. Yet, in this moment, with the light of the sun behind her, she looked ethereal. He felt a moment of loss, but quickly shook it away. His
Fatima giggled at Shaun's description of a drunk Jozef. "He must've been a bear the next morning," Fatima mused. "It seems so out of character for him to overindulge." Shaun laughed and sipped the rich burgundy liquid from her wine glass. "He was certainly growling like a bear. It took a lot of convincing before he would let me take care of him, but I finally got some painkillers and toast into him and he turned back into a human. Later, he told me he rarely drank that much and didn't plan on ever doing it again." "Famous last words." "Yes," Shaun agreed. "Though Jozef is usually pretty responsible. I think it was the excitement of meeting with the other Vor for the first time. I wonder if the other wives discovered drunk husbands in their rooms that night?" Shaun was filling her mother in on the details of her trip to Russia with Jozef. The five days spent at the palace were indeed the vacation Jozef had suggested they would be. Except for evening m
Shaun sucked in a breath as images from that day slammed through her. She had worked with her counsellor on mitigating their impact, but when the head of the Vor told her she was meant to be dead, it was like a fresh wound being ripped open again. "So I've been told," she murmured, bringing her teacup to her lips with a shaking hand. "You survived." He didn't sound either approving or disapproving, and Shaun wondered where the direction of the conversation was going. "You were poisoned, and you survived. You were attacked, stabbed, and you survived. Your husband was attacked, many within the building fell, yet you still survived." A chill ran through Shaun and she felt nauseous. She desperately wished she'd told Jozef where she was going. Was Ivan angry over the deaths that seemed to follow Shaun? Did he blame her for what happened to Krystoff? She didn't know what to say to Ivan, but he'd paused, seeming to expect some kind of response. "Yes, I survived."