"Move the light about an inch to my left and tilt 45 degrees." Shaun lifted her shoulder to catch a bead of sweat pooling against her neck, then rolled her shoulders to ease the strain. Shaun and her team had been in surgery for three hours working to remove a glioblastoma from a 62-year-old female patient. There was an estimated three more hours left in the surgery. They would take a ten-minute break to drink something and walk off the muscular tension before returning to surgery. The surgery itself wasn't complex for someone of Shaun's experience, but she had to be incredibly careful not to do any damage while removing the mass from her patient's brain. Doctor Olivia King, one of the resident surgeons moved the light as requested, then glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Fifteen minutes until break." Shaun blinked several times and took a few deep breaths before easing the scalpel back into her patient's brain. "Make it twenty and we should be able to remove
Jozef accepted the bag that was handed to him from across the desk. He glanced inside. It contained clothes, a phone, his watch and wallet. He pulled Shaun's gold chain from the bag, holding the heart in the palm of his hand before closing his fist and turning away. He changed in the dingy prison guest washroom, then emerged to join the officer who would walk him off the premises. He signed the release log and stepped through the doors into the open air. His first breath after spending a year in prison was sweet. Freedom. It didn't matter that the prisoners got to spend an hour in the yard, working out and socializing. Prison air was more restrictive than the air breathed by a free man. Jozef didn't know if he could call himself truly free. He was being released because palms had been greased, certain politicians had been threatened and, ultimately, they hadn't wanted Jozef on the inside. He wreaked havoc, killing the top Vory and liquidating their assets all while lock
Shaun was exhausted in every conceivable way: mentally, physically, even her aura was dragging behind her on the floor. It had been a long surgery, but so far, her patient was recovering well. Tomorrow, Shaun would check in on her and determine if the tumour and subsequent surgery had caused any permanent damage. Though the surgery itself was fairly routine for Shaun, the placement of the tumour was not. It had been difficult to reach and had grown into normal brain tissue, making the resection more difficult. "Have a good night, Doctor." One of the RN's who had assisted in surgery picked up her lunch kit and coat and headed for the exit. "Same to you," Shaun said warmly. "Good job in there today, Sam." Shaun gathered her belongings, wrapping a thick jacket around her thin frame. She'd lost weight after returning from Europe even though her mother made all kinds of tempting dishes to perk up Shaun's appetite. Despite her lack of appetite, Shaun loved going home to
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Shaun's eyes followed Jozef's hands as he told her to keep breathing. Shaun wanted to warn him that he needed to get out of there before hospital security arrived, then she remembered he would be far deadlier than any security who showed up. She should urge him to leave before he hurt someone else. Instead, he sat with her in the stairwell as though he had all the time in the world. Jozef touched her face, cupping her head and holding her. He breathed with her, one long breath in and a longer breath out. She fell into the deep pools of his velvet blue eyes, unable to concentrate on anything but his touch, his face and the energy he was pushing into her. After another minute, the constriction in her chest eased and she was able to draw in a deep breath without feeling choked. She blinked the tears back and gave Jozef a tight smile. He seemed to realize she was better. He slid an arm around her back and eased her to her feet. She
Shaun thought she might have another opportunity to call for help during the confusion of getting out of the vehicle and onto the airplane. She should have realized, with a man like Jozef and his well-trained team, there would be no confusion. As soon as the car came to a halt, Jozef's side facing the plane, his door opened and Shaun was pulled from the vehicle. She took in a lungful of air, ready to scream, but Jozef held her tight against his chest, dropping a hand over her mouth. He hoisted her off the ground and climbed the steps up to the plane, Havel covering their backs, his hand on the butt of his gun. Once they were on the airplane, Jozef dropped into a seat, Shaun's squirming body on top of his. He didn't remove his hand from her mouth until the door was closed and sealed. Jozef's men took their seats and Jozef set Shaun on the seat next to his. He reached across her to buckle the belt. Shaun's heart felt like it was bursting from her chest, her
Shaun spent the rest of the flight in silent misery, guilt eating her up every time she thought of her mother. Maybe she shouldn't have called. But then, the call hadn't been for Shaun, it had been for her mother. Fatima knew her daughter was alive, which was the only thing that mattered. If Shaun had to feel shame and guilt so her mother could rest easy, then so be it. She couldn't explain why she was in love with a man who was more monster than human, and the tailspin of emotion was eating her up. The darkness that had shaped most of Jozef's life had also shaped their relationship. For him, kidnapping, beating people, killing them, it was all part of his job. For her, it was unthinkable. How on earth did he think they could be compatible together? She would be utterly miserable if she were forced to accept the type of life he lived. She would become a shadow of herself. All her convictions, values, her life's work, would mean nothing. She would be trading it all in for
Shaun was so deeply asleep, that when she finally woke up it took her several minutes to figure out where she was, let alone what the sound was that had woken her up. She squinted at the unholy bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was starting to see a distinct drawback to the floor-to-ceiling type of windows. While they provided spectacular views at night, they were eye-searing devils during the harsh light of day. Bang, bang, bang. Shaun jumped and looked around, still disoriented, tangled in a pile of blankets and wondering where Jozef was. The sound came again, and she realized that someone was knocking on the apartment door. Kicking the blankets away, Shaun climbed off the bed and stood, swaying on the spot. She'd slept so hard she hadn't woken up once, apparently not even when Jozef left. She was a little annoyed at his disappearance. He went straight from prison to an airport, flew to Canada to collect Shaun and flew all the way ba
Good work, Jozef signed to Havel as they toured the new operations center that had been set up on the third floor, above the club. He'd asked Havel from inside the prison to direct the removal of Jozef's belongings and his team from the Koba estate. He'd also asked Havel to create an operations center that would rival what the men were used to when doing jobs for Krystoff. Havel had exceeded expectations. The space was designed to look like a high-end office with board rooms, cubicles and desks. The entire floor had been opened up, the removal of walls creating an open concept. One end of the floor was dedicated to their tech equipment and the two men who operated from the office while the teams were in the field. There, the similarities to an office ended. A locked and coded cage contained their weapons. His men carried personal weapons at all times, but the heavy stuff was kept in the cage. Next to the cage was a sparring area covered with rubber matting. Alon
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."