Shaun hated everything about the mansion. It had never been her favourite place, but today, the heavy opulence made her want to scream. Then again, everything made her want to scream. She was barely keeping her shit together, and the only reason she appeared to be calm was because she knew Jozef needed her to project a united front for the guests. She understood the importance of the occasion, the funeral and the reception. They were living in a volatile and dangerous situation. Until Jozef brought his uncle's organization completely under his control, the threat of enemies could and would haunt them. When he'd told her of the importance of the funeral, Shaun had decided she could pull her shit together until they got home. She could do it for Jozef. He was the one who'd experienced the loss of his family, not her. Yet, it hit her like a ton of bricks and settled on her shoulders as a colossal weight. Jozef had moved them into the Koba estate the day following K
You'll translate, Jozef told Shaun, leading the procession into his study and closing the door. He took Shaun's arm and led her to the seat she liked in front of the fireplace. She sank gratefully into the plush leather armchair, wishing she could kick her shoes off and rub her feet. It had been a long day for heels, but she chose them knowing there would be powerful men at the funeral and reception. She felt better, more powerful, with more height. She couldn't afford to look weak around these people, couldn't afford to make Jozef look weak. He'd been preparing her for weeks so she would understand what was at stake. It wasn't just his livelihood, but their lives as well. Jozef didn't invite the others to sit, so the group of men remained standing. Shaun nearly stood as well, wanting to be on equal footing, but resisted the urge. Jozef placed her in the chair for a reason. She wouldn't question his decision. Not in front of these men, anyway. While Jozef poured
The soft glow of the lamp caressed Shaun's features, giving her an ethereal appearance. Jozef had been watching her for hours, occasionally picking up a nearby book and reading while she slept. He wouldn't sleep himself until she woke. Her enormous orange cat, Fitzy, was curled on top of the blankets against the inside of her knees. He was relaxed but alert, his eyes open and shining in the lamplight as he waited. He knew what was coming as well as Jozef did. Shaun had been experiencing nightmares every night since the attack on the club. Like clockwork, her body would jerk beneath the covers, then she would cry out, until finally she was thrashing and screaming for help. Jozef stayed awake so he could bring her out of her nightmare before it reached that point. He knew he wasn't getting enough sleep and that it could make his thinking sloppy when he couldn't take a single misstep, but he refused to allow Shaun to suffer. Not even for a few extra seconds.
They snuck out of the mansion like two teenagers creeping around under the cover of darkness. Jozef carried their bags down to his Bugatti and packed them in the trunk, then came back for Shaun. She giggled when a night guard was passing through the halls and Jozef shoved her into an alcove, his hand over her mouth. Of course, the guard saw them. He moved along quickly though, his expression blank. It wasn't up to him to have an opinion about what Shaun and Jozef got up to. If their kink was creeping around the mansion and making out in alcoves, that was nobody's business but theirs. Jozef held a finger up to her lips. Shaun crossed her eyes and licked his finger. Jozef chuckled and pulled her out of the darkened corner. Together they ran down the stairs and headed for the garage. There was another night guard who looked startled when they streaked by him. "Mr. Koba, Dr. Patterson!" he called after them. "Do you need assistance?" Shaun spoke for b
Shaun soon realized that they were heading toward Poland. Her excitement grew with each passing hour. Jozef had told her they were going some place secluded, so she knew it wouldn't be near any major cities. Though she would've loved to check out Warsaw. Perhaps another time. They continued to drive for another three hours, crossing the border into Poland. With each passing kilometre, the weight that had settled on Shaun's shoulders the past few weeks, lifted. She felt truly free for the first time in weeks. No, months! She perked up as Jozef took the vehicle through a thickly wooded area, finally turning onto an unpaved road. He parked the Bugatti next to another car. As Jozef climbed out of their vehicle, he approached the other one with a frown. He looked around and then leaned over to stare through the windows. Shaun joined him, slipping her hand into his. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously. When Jozef looked at her, his face revealed nothing,
"On the contrary," the older man interrupted, speaking English with a heavy accent. "I've been learning sign language, though I am not fluent yet." He turned to Shaun and reached a hand out to her. "Dr. Patterson, I've heard so much about you. It's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Shaun felt instantly at ease, taking Vasiliy's hand and squeezing, before letting go. Jozef stepped between them, his expression fierce as he demanded. Who is visiting you? Vasiliy stared at Jozef for a moment, as if debating his words, then he admitted, "My daughter." Jozef's expression became truly terrifying. Shaun took a step back so he wouldn't hit her with his rapid signs. Tell me where she is. Vasiliy shook his head. "She left the moment we realized you were headed here." Jozef snarled and grabbed Vasiliy, shoving him backwards into the fence behind him. "Jozef!" Shaun grabbed his arm. "Stop it." To his credit, Vasiliy did nothing to
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 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."