All Chapters of Undercover in His Bed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Axel."Ni-nice to meet you too, Roman." Aria looked completely out of her depth."And you know what? She's Bella, and Axel is the Beast!" Mila sang, her face shining with the innocence that only a child could have."Oh, is that so?" Roman burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the large room. "Nice to meet you, Bella. Watch out for our beast here." He threw a pointed look at me before turning to Aria. He winked at her again.Fucker!In the background, Nikolai snorted, disappearing into the kitchen with a shake of his head."Svoloch," the word slipped out, a low grumble. Roman, that damn tease, always knew how to get under my skin. But even as I seethed, there was a strange warmth that unfurled within me. I was... content.Aria's eyes caught mine, a hint of something I couldn't quite place flickering there. It was as if she was seeing me in a new light as she took in the strange camaraderie that existed in our little family. I smirked at her, enjoying her bewilderment.Life in our w

Aria.The delicious aroma of melting cheese and baking dough wafted out from the kitchen, a call to my empty stomach.God, I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday.Between the whirlwind of events and my gnawing nerves, food had been the last thing on my mind. Things were just crazy since last week. The events at the "Velvet Room," the notorious strip joint where my best friend Zara worked, still lingered fresh in my mind.The image of her bloody, bruised face was seared into my brain.The ugly truth slammed into me with the subtlety of a freight train – Zara was in this shitstorm, all thanks to yours truly. The raw bite of guilt chewed me up from the inside out, an unrelenting reminder that I crafted this hellhole we were in. Zara was caught in the crossfire, and my big bro was collateral damage. It was my mess, my responsibility to shovel our way out.Oh, Zara. I am so sorry!Suddenly, I was yanked back, now standing in the kitchen doorway; the irresistible salty aroma was a freakin

Aria.I took a moment to absorb the strange little situation I'd found myself in. To all intents and purposes, this kitchen scene could be plucked straight out of a family sitcom – not a mafia household. It was surreal.Satisfied with the amount of ingredients and cheese she'd added to her pizza, Mila triumphantly marched her cheese-smothered star creation over to Nikolai."Dima, look!" She thrust it toward Nikolai like a trophy won in battle. I couldn't help but grin at the earnestness in her voice.Mafia princess by day, pizza chef by night. Why the hell not?Nikolai, built like a damn Spartan, and looking like he just stepped off a Men's magazine cover, was manning the pizza oven with sweat glistening off his muscles. I felt my face flush at the sight of him.Or was it the memory that had me trying to hide in a hole? It was almost hard to believe that the man standing there, cradling Mila's star-studded pizza with a tenderness that didn't fit his Herculean build, was the same man w

Axel."Boss, Grisha," came the deep voice from outside."Da. Come in," I responded, my words cutting through Nikolai's aborted sentence.With a grating creak, the door swung open, and there stood Grisha, our resident mountain of a bodyguard, his icy gaze scanning the room.He was balancing an ornate tray – an odd elegance to his otherwise brutish facade – holding glasses and a dusty bottle of whisky. The bottle was old, its label barely readable. My father's choice – a relic from his reign, just like this shithole.The amber liquid gleamed in the dim light as Grisha poured, its scent permeating the room – a nostalgic remembrance of countless previous councils. It was a reminder of the legacy we carried, the battles fought, and the battles to come."Na zdorovie," Nikolai said, raising his glass. It was a simple toast, yet it held the weight of our collective determination. He downed his drink in one smooth gulp, the grimace on his face belying the burn.A vicious growl built in my ches

Aria."And they lived happily ever after," I sighed out the end of Beauty and the Beast for the second time that night. My eyelids were drooping, and I was relieved to see Mila's were finally fluttering closed. Max was already snoozing, a puddle of warmth against my thigh.I reached out, tucking a stray curl behind Mila's ear. She looked so peaceful in sleep, a sharp contrast to the turmoil I knew was stirring within her. The same turmoil I remembered all too well from my own childhood after losing my parents.Once I was sure they were both deep in dreamland, I rose, my gaze lingering on their innocent faces a moment longer before I silently treaded my way out of her room, a wave of fatigue washing over me.But as I passed by Axel's door, my heart thumped wildly in my chest. The door was closed, and the room behind it was silent, but I couldn't help the sudden flash of memories. His hot touch, his rough kisses, the way he took me in his bed… It was imprinted in my memory. My cheeks fl