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93: For Camilla (I)
The clock ticked too loudly in the empty room. Maksim tapped his foot to the floor, his eyes narrowed at the door. The only source of light was from the crack of the curtains, but his eyes had adjusted to it.
Papa wasn’t home yet. He was missing when Maksim entered. Asking Ivan and his men to return to the venue to decapitate those Kingsmen, box, and send it to Viktor before their members took them away hadn’t satisfied him. Camilla was upset at being left alone in their room but getting home had unleashed his anger. He didn’t want to transfer it to her. Someone tried to hurt him. Someone tried to hurt his wife.Attacks on his life weren’t new, but with Camilla there? How dare they? This was the second time the Nightfall Kings, those filthy, cowardly Kingsmen had boldly attacked them in public. In his domain. He couldn’t let this pass. This time, he wasn’t taking down only the minions. He was uprooting their leader. To hell with Knox andRelated chapters
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“Which?”“You said you would save me,” Maksim said.Though she mentioned that the day they went for the massage, she kept to her word.Her palm rubbed over his forearm. “It was scary,” she whispered. He kissed her neck, his fingers drawing invisible lines on her skin. “My feelings for you will never change. But how do you cope with this?”Maksim didn’t know. He didn’t know how to feel bad because it was something he had done for so long his conscience was dead to it. There was no answer to give. He pulled her tighter against him, and his tongue dragged across the shell of her ear.“Go to sleep, miya dosha.”She hummed in response, a content sigh leaving her. “I like you, Alek. Goodnight.”“Goodnight. I like you too.”Soon, Camilla’s breathing fell into a steady rhythm, luring him to sleep. He woke up in the same position, but this time, her as
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Camilla was sore. Her breasts, especially her nipples, felt too sensitive to the touch. Her pussy had suffered the brunt of their constant sex marathon, and her ass was no exception. If he wasn’t fucking her pussy, it was her ass. Some days, he let her pussy rest while he finger fucked her ass. She loved it, but she was too sore. Training had been put on hold. Her routine comprised waking, eating, going to the library. She had missed the hammock. But it would have to be later because her legs could barely function.The sex was so good she had been in a constant state of euphoria, never once having to revisit the horror of the gala night until now. The sleep vanished as Alek grabbed the gun on the table to inspect it. Seeing him with one wasn’t a surprise, but it unearthed unpleasant memories. While Alek questioned the masked man, two other men had shown up through the same door they used. She had wanted to think they were friendlies, but the moment they put their ha
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Camilla was too nervous to use the kit. At first, she had been sad about having to shop with Yaro, but it turned out to be a great thing. Alek would have wanted her to use the kit the moment they got home. A night had passed since she bought the products. Three different brands to make sure none of the results would be wrong.Except for the few times she was skittish, Alek hadn’t suspected anything was off with her. Speaking of that man, she was yet to finish the edit of those pictures with his mum. They had a club to visit together today, but she wasn’t sure that would still be happening. He hadn’t returned any of her calls or texts. He must be busy.Her library was quiet. Though she was alone, she feared to make a sound. Her feet dangled off the edge of the couch as she tried a few times to continue the book she picked out yesterday. There were so many books she was yet to read, but the cover of this romantic fantasy caught her attention yesterday. She
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Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.Touching the tip of the mask that rested on her nose, he said, “Sometimes, the people here need a subtle reminder to behave.”She wrenched the mask off her face. “I don’t understand, Alek. What’s this place?”“Land of debauchery,” he answered.There was no other way to explain it. If you had a kink, he could bet there was someone in here who could satisfy you. It was Papa’s kingdom, and as much as he hated the plac
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Sweat rolled down Maksim’s temples even with the AC on. The tip of his shoes drummed into the tiled floors as he waited for the Mayor in the narrow hallway. The receptionist had directed him to this spot after calling Mayor T to confirm. Camilla had called the man yesterday before he left Sin City to book the appointment, and he had called him again this morning on his way here. He missed his wife, and it had only been a day. How was she doing?The tote bag was at his feet, and his phone was in his pocket. He had to kill Viktor today. This visit to the Mayor’s house was the perfect cover-up for execution. Up ahead, a red light blinked at intervals. Security had searched him and the tote bag before letting him inside. He was alone in the hallway, seated on a cushioned bench lining the white wall. The receptionist told him the mayor was ready to see him, but ten minutes had passed without the man showing up.A door cracked open, and the mayor’s bald head po
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Darkness acted as Maksim’s cover as he slipped into the Petrov’s household. Was this the security they boasted? He dropped into the compound, his gait confident and soundless as he went to the door. This part of the house was quiet, and the hallway dark. His headlamp illuminated the route he took. On each side of the wall were portraits of the dons starting from Viktor Petrov to the first don of Nightfall Kings.The silence had him looking around to be sure Knox hadn’t tricked him. Reaching his destination, he removed the headlamp and shoved it into the purse strapped around his thigh. The injection was inside. His eyes shut in a brief prayer as he grabbed the knob and opened the door. Bright lines stung his eyes, but he quickly adjusted to them. Viktor was alone in the office like Knox promised.Piles of dollar notes occupied nearly every inch of Viktor’s table. Close to the edge was a money counting machine. Was the man doing his calculations hims
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Camilla watched the time like a mother hawk. Her husband should have showed up yesterday or even today, but he didn’t. All her messages were unread, and calls unanswered. To make it worse, he didn’t travel with Ivan this time, so there was no one for her to contact. She barely ate and the few sips of tea she took was because of Doris’ glare of disapproval.Where was her husband?A sob hitched in her throat as the big hand of the clock moved to 10. She should have convinced him to stay back. But how could a simple meeting with the mayor go so wrong? The surrounding books didn’t bring comfort but fear. She wanted more library dates with him. More reading dates.The knob jiggled, and she grudgingly shot to her feet to open it. Locking herself up here was the best bet. Doris worried too much about her, and she was feeling too queasy. If the housekeeper knew she had a flu, she would force her to stay in bed.Camilla opened the door. “Is h
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Camilla shut down at Maksim’s remark. He stayed quiet, waiting for her next move. As far as she knew, he went there for business. To see the mayor not murder Viktor. She tried to sit up, but he shook his head. He liked her down here, looking up at him, pretending to hate him. She was upset but fucking her had resolved that. “Oh my God. Since when?” Camilla asked. “Since when do you care? He’s dead. Who cares about the when or other details?” This time, she sat up, her eyes glossy. Was she crying for the old fucker? He deserved what he got. Later, he would play her the audio of his apology. That was if he hadn’t lost it. He had to hide his phone in the madness that happened after. Nightfall Hills were mourning their king, and the streets wept with them. Movements had been slow. Everyone who came in and left over the last few days were monitored. He wasn’t an exception. A rival in the same city as the day the man died? Suspicious. Thankfully, Mila and Knox were on
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