Sofia.Warm fingers traced lazy circles on my bare shoulder, pulling me from the delicate balance between sleep and wakefulness. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the warmth surrounding me, pressing my cheek against the firm chest beneath me."Kotyonok?" Nikolai's sleep-rough voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. The gruffness of his tone stirred Nadei and Nial awake. "Where do you think you're going off to so soon?"I hummed, stretching slightly, only for an arm to tighten around my waist, pulling me back. Nadei was behind me, his breath soft against the back of my neck, his arm possessively slung over my stomach. Nial was in front, his leg tangled with mine, his fingers skimming my thigh beneath the sheets.I was wrapped in them.Surrounded. Sheltered. It felt like a cocoon—like something I could sink into and never leave.“I should get up,” I whispered.Nadei made a soft sound of disapproval. &ld
Sofia.The air between us was thick with tension as Arsen walked away, his figure melting into the shadows of the dimly lit restaurant. I could feel all three of their eyes on me, waiting for some kind of explanation.I could feel Nikolai’s hand still resting on mine, his fingers slowly squeezing as though grounding himself, trying to stay calm. But I knew it was a struggle. I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. “It’s not what you think.”Nial’s thumb stroked my wrist gently, his gaze soft yet insistent. “Then what is it, Love?”I took a steadying breath, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “Arsen is... complicated. We’ve been through a lot together, but it’s not like that anymore.” My voice softened, remembering the time before. "He’s just—he's always been protective of me. I think that’s why he can’t let go."Nadei, ever the direct one,
Sofia.The world outside ceased to exist the moment they laid me down. I was surrounded—by heat, by hands, by lips that mapped every inch of my body with a devotion so fierce it stole my breath. I could feel my pussy pulse with need. I could cry from how much I craved their cocks in me.Gods, it's been a while since they have fucked me.Nikolai was the first to move, his hands gripping my thighs as he settled between them, his hazel eyes dark with unspoken promises. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice like silk laced with fire. “Already so desperate for us. Spread your legs open for us, Kitten. Let us see that gorgeous pussy.”I was beyond desperate.Nadei hovered over me, his jade-green eyes locking onto mine as his fingers traced my collarbone, down between my breasts, down to my heat, teasing me, testing me. “You’re always so responsive, kotyonok,” he mused, his lips curving into something wicked
Nadei.The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—passion still clinging to our skin, the scent of her still on my hands, my mouth. I was never going to get enough of her. Not in this lifetime, not in any.Sofia lay sprawled between us, her body relaxed, her breathing steady. She was a fucking masterpiece. Marked. Claimed. Her skin bore the evidence of our hands, our mouths, our need.But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.I propped myself on my elbow, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over her bare back. Her skin was warm, soft, and I watched as she stirred, blinking up at me with sleep-heavy eyes. Nikolai was curled around her from behind, his face buried in her hair, and Nial’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his grip firm even in sleep.She was completely ours.I pressed my lips to her shoulder, fee
Sofia.I adjusted the coat around my shoulders, feeling the familiar knot of tension settle in my stomach as I stepped into the quiet café. This place was almost a regular place for me and Arsen. It was small, tucked away from the chaos of the busy streets, and dimly lit. It should’ve been comforting, but something about it felt off—like a weight hanging in the air that I couldn’t quite place.When I spotted Arsen, sitting in a booth near the back with a young boy beside him, I couldn’t help the sharp inhale that caught in my throat. The child—he looked so much like his father. Dark curls, big, curious brown eyes that seemed to take in everything around him, and a quiet kind of wariness that made my heart twist in ways I didn’t expect.“Belle Mia,” Arsen greeted, standing up as I approached. His voice was warm, though there was an edge to it. A tension I couldn’t ignore. I was never wrong about this ki
Sofia.The car ride was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic drumming of my fingers against my thigh. My mind was a battlefield of thoughts, each one sharper than the last. I knew that they were pissed. The way they had pulled me out of that café like I was some damsel in distress made my skin itch. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t some fragile thing they needed to protect. Gosh, how many freaking times did they want me to spell that out for them!But I also wasn’t stupid.Someone had set this up. Someone wanted Arsen dead and I gone. And that meant one thing—there were more secrets lurking beneath the surface than I realized.Nikolai’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles turning white. “What the hell were you thinking?” he finally snapped, his voice controlled but laced with fury. ''You had security details for a reason. You should never leave the house without them. How fucking hard was that to understand?!''“I was thinking that I was going to meet him,
Sofia.The weight of their words still lingered in the air as the car sped down the darkened road, the tension between us thick, charged with an unspoken decision. We all knew what had to be done. Nikolai was the first to break the damning silence, his voice low and resolute. “We need to meet with him.”I snapped my gaze to him. “What?”“You heard me, Malyshka,” he said without looking away from the road. “This isn’t just your problem. It’s all of ours now and we need to handle it as soon as we can.”I frowned, shifting in my seat. “I don’t see how dragging him into this any more than he already is, is going to help.”Nial, sitting beside me, exhaled sharply. “We’re not dragging him into anything. He’s already in it. That café attack wasn’t just a message to you—it was a message to him. His son is a target, too, We aren't about to be caught in the crossfire not knowing whose on our side and who isn't.”A chill ran down my spine. Alexei.He was a fucking kid, he hadn't done a damn thin
Author's POV.The moment Sofia and her husbands left- fuck, he hated that word. Husbands. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it wasn't fair to him. He wanted to be the man for her. He desereved that title, but she chose them, not him, he reminded himself - silence settled over the room like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. Arsen exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before gripping the edge of the table. The tension in his shoulders had coiled so tight he thought he might snap.He should have expected this. From the second he locked eyes with those five men in the café, he knew this moment would come. The past had never been the kind to stay buried, not for people like them. Not for men who lived in the shadows of power and blood.Sofia was different now. He had seen it in the steel of her gaze, the way she held herself—not just as a mother, not just as the girl he used to know, but as something else entirely. A woman carved by war and loss, by survival. The Bratva’s
Nadei.The world erupted in fire.The blast threw me off my feet, a wall of heat and force slamming into my back as the explosion consumed the alleyway. Debris rained down like fucking bullets, and the scent of burning asphalt filled my lungs. My ears rang, my vision blurred—but I didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t afford to. I. Had.To. Keep. Moving.“SOFIA!”My voice was lost in the chaos, but I caught sight of her through the smoke. My heart squeezed at the sight. Arsen had tackled her to the ground, shielding her with his body as the fire roared behind them. He was bleeding. So was she. But they were alive.Nikolai was on his feet, gun raised, scanning the destruction. Nial had taken cover behind what was left of a dumpster, his face set in a snarl, blood dripping down the side of his head. But the bastard we’d been questioning? Gone.Of course he was.''Fucking hell.'' I spat out a curse, my grip tightening around my gun as I forced my body into motion. We needed to move. Whoever sen
Arsen.The moment of peace I shared with Sofia is quickly shattered. The first explosion rocked the walls, sending a tremor through the floor. The windows rattled violently before one of them burst, spraying shards of glass into the air. In the same breath, the lights flickered and cut out, plunging us into chaos.Fuck! They had where they wanted us. We didn't expect them to strike this fast. And that was our first mistake.“DOWN!” Nikolai roared, tackling Sofia to the ground as a second blast ripped through the room, deafening and blinding. The table flipped, and I hit the ground hard, the taste of dust and gunpowder sharp in my mouth.Gunfire erupted outside, sharp, controlled bursts—whoever was out there wasn’t just trying to scare us. They were here to finish the job.Nadei was the first to move, rolling into cover behind the overturned couch, his gun already in hand. “We’re under attack.”“No shit!” Nial growled, already pulling his own weapon. His face was twisted in fury, but h
Arsen.I had always known my past would come back for me. But I never thought it would come like this—like a blade pressing against my throat, like a storm tearing apart everything in its wake. Like my heart was going to be ripped away from my ribbcage.Sitting in that dimly lit room, my jaw still aching from the blond dickhead's punch, I could feel the weight of my next words before they even left my mouth. I had their attention now. The three men who owned Sofia’s heart. The men who would kill me without hesitation if they thought I was a danger to her.And maybe I was.I exhaled sharply, pushing down the bitterness that always threatened to surface when I thought about what could have been. What should have been. I wasn’t here for that. I was here because I had answers. And they needed them."The people after Sofia? They aren’t just old enemies," I began, my voice even, controlled, despite the storm raging inside me. "They’re the remnants of something much worse. Something that nev
Author's POV.The moment Sofia and her husbands left- fuck, he hated that word. Husbands. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it wasn't fair to him. He wanted to be the man for her. He desereved that title, but she chose them, not him, he reminded himself - silence settled over the room like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. Arsen exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before gripping the edge of the table. The tension in his shoulders had coiled so tight he thought he might snap.He should have expected this. From the second he locked eyes with those five men in the café, he knew this moment would come. The past had never been the kind to stay buried, not for people like them. Not for men who lived in the shadows of power and blood.Sofia was different now. He had seen it in the steel of her gaze, the way she held herself—not just as a mother, not just as the girl he used to know, but as something else entirely. A woman carved by war and loss, by survival. The Bratva’s
Sofia.The weight of their words still lingered in the air as the car sped down the darkened road, the tension between us thick, charged with an unspoken decision. We all knew what had to be done. Nikolai was the first to break the damning silence, his voice low and resolute. “We need to meet with him.”I snapped my gaze to him. “What?”“You heard me, Malyshka,” he said without looking away from the road. “This isn’t just your problem. It’s all of ours now and we need to handle it as soon as we can.”I frowned, shifting in my seat. “I don’t see how dragging him into this any more than he already is, is going to help.”Nial, sitting beside me, exhaled sharply. “We’re not dragging him into anything. He’s already in it. That café attack wasn’t just a message to you—it was a message to him. His son is a target, too, We aren't about to be caught in the crossfire not knowing whose on our side and who isn't.”A chill ran down my spine. Alexei.He was a fucking kid, he hadn't done a damn thin
Sofia.The car ride was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic drumming of my fingers against my thigh. My mind was a battlefield of thoughts, each one sharper than the last. I knew that they were pissed. The way they had pulled me out of that café like I was some damsel in distress made my skin itch. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t some fragile thing they needed to protect. Gosh, how many freaking times did they want me to spell that out for them!But I also wasn’t stupid.Someone had set this up. Someone wanted Arsen dead and I gone. And that meant one thing—there were more secrets lurking beneath the surface than I realized.Nikolai’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles turning white. “What the hell were you thinking?” he finally snapped, his voice controlled but laced with fury. ''You had security details for a reason. You should never leave the house without them. How fucking hard was that to understand?!''“I was thinking that I was going to meet him,
Sofia.I adjusted the coat around my shoulders, feeling the familiar knot of tension settle in my stomach as I stepped into the quiet café. This place was almost a regular place for me and Arsen. It was small, tucked away from the chaos of the busy streets, and dimly lit. It should’ve been comforting, but something about it felt off—like a weight hanging in the air that I couldn’t quite place.When I spotted Arsen, sitting in a booth near the back with a young boy beside him, I couldn’t help the sharp inhale that caught in my throat. The child—he looked so much like his father. Dark curls, big, curious brown eyes that seemed to take in everything around him, and a quiet kind of wariness that made my heart twist in ways I didn’t expect.“Belle Mia,” Arsen greeted, standing up as I approached. His voice was warm, though there was an edge to it. A tension I couldn’t ignore. I was never wrong about this ki
Nadei.The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—passion still clinging to our skin, the scent of her still on my hands, my mouth. I was never going to get enough of her. Not in this lifetime, not in any.Sofia lay sprawled between us, her body relaxed, her breathing steady. She was a fucking masterpiece. Marked. Claimed. Her skin bore the evidence of our hands, our mouths, our need.But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.I propped myself on my elbow, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over her bare back. Her skin was warm, soft, and I watched as she stirred, blinking up at me with sleep-heavy eyes. Nikolai was curled around her from behind, his face buried in her hair, and Nial’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his grip firm even in sleep.She was completely ours.I pressed my lips to her shoulder, fee
Sofia.The world outside ceased to exist the moment they laid me down. I was surrounded—by heat, by hands, by lips that mapped every inch of my body with a devotion so fierce it stole my breath. I could feel my pussy pulse with need. I could cry from how much I craved their cocks in me.Gods, it's been a while since they have fucked me.Nikolai was the first to move, his hands gripping my thighs as he settled between them, his hazel eyes dark with unspoken promises. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice like silk laced with fire. “Already so desperate for us. Spread your legs open for us, Kitten. Let us see that gorgeous pussy.”I was beyond desperate.Nadei hovered over me, his jade-green eyes locking onto mine as his fingers traced my collarbone, down between my breasts, down to my heat, teasing me, testing me. “You’re always so responsive, kotyonok,” he mused, his lips curving into something wicked