Semua Bab Undercover in His Bed: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Zara."A fucking week in this fucking shithole," I snarled, feeling the cold seep into my bones from the damp floor.The rat-infested room was a desolate pit of despair, and the sounds of revelry from the floor above made the gnawing ache in my stomach more potent.Beside me, Nilo, poor bastard, was barely hanging on. He was shivering, sweat-soaked, his face deathly pale. They'd been denying him his fix, and the withdrawal was kicking his ass. He needed his fucking drugs, and I needed a goddamn miracle.Nilo heaved again, and the foul smell of vomit filled the small space. My heart clenched, but I kept my face hard. I wasn't going to let them see me break."Get a grip, Nilo," I said, but it was gentler than I intended. He couldn't help it; the withdrawal was a bitch. "Fuck this!" I stormed over to the heavy iron door, slamming my fists against it. "Hey! Assholes! You gonna let him die in here?"The footsteps thudded closer, sounding like a damn drumbeat in my skull. The door groaned o

Aria.Two damn days.It was like Axel had fallen off the face of the Earth since that weird phone call at the lake house. That night, we had connected. There was something real between us. He was more than just a mob boss; he was a man. And I was falling for him... hard. But spilling my guts to him? Hell, that would have been like painting a target on my back.Shit, I was about to confess everything to him.I'm fucking insane!After the call, it was like someone had flipped a switch in him. The warmth, the openness... all gone. He was cold, distant. We packed up and left the lake house like we were running from a damn ghost.I chewed on my lower lip. But then I pasted on a bright smile.Gotta keep up the act for Mila."Miss Maria, is Ms. Yakov ready for her lesson?" called a man from the stables, his voice rich and deep.I spun around, coming face to face with a pair of smoky eyes set in a ruggedly handsome face. Dark hair. Dark eyes. A killer smile. Great, the horseback riding coach.

Aria.I walked into the maid's quarters – a palace in its own right. It was larger than the house I grew up in, decorated with Russian luxury. Gold accents, ornate fixtures, the works. The room was abuzz with quiet whispers. Svetlana's meeting was about to start.Holy hell. I eyed the horde of maids gathered in the room. Did the Yakovs employ the entire female population of Russia?I kept my gaze low, avoiding the intensity of the curious stares boring into me. It felt like walking onto a stage in the middle of a performance – all spotlights and hushed anticipation. I kept my face blank, trying to exude a calm I didn't feel. My heart thudded in my chest, a wild drumbeat against the quiet whispers around me.I headed toward a corner where the least number of gossipy hens were huddl

Axel.My towel hit the hamper, still heavy with sweat from my workout. My gym was the only place where I could get Aria out of my fucking head. I'd been pounding the punching bag for the last hour. Anything to keep my mind from spiraling.The desire was eating at me, gnawing away like a constant itch I couldn't scratch.Aria.Just the thought of her name made my cock twitch. I'd been avoiding her, burying myself in work, burying myself in anything to distract from the hunger. But it was there, always there, lurking just beneath the surface.Anyone could be a fucking rat for Viktor, even Aria.I scolded myself, my internal voice raw with warning.Shit, I needed to get a grip. But right then, it wasn't my head that was doing the thinking – it was my cock.I told myself I could stay away, that I could resist her. But who was I kidding? The need was too strong, too raw.Dammit, I wanted her. And I knew, deep down, that it was a craving I wouldn't be able to fight much longer.Coming out o

Axel.Emerging from the gym, my muscles hot and my mind still a jumble of fresh release and frustration, I barely noticed Svetlana reprimanding one of the maids. My focus was elsewhere. I needed to find Mila."Svetlana, where's Mila?"The maid scurried away, and Svetlana turned her steely gaze to me. "Miss Yakov is in the garden, sir.""Good. Spasibo." I was already moving, but Svetlana wasn't finished."Mr. Yakov, if I may, the arrangements for the party on Saturday need your attention. There are some decisions that require your approval."I stopped, glancing back at her, irritation flaring. "Can't it wait, Svetlana? I will go over it with you later."She nodded, her face betraying nothing. "Very well, sir. I will have everything ready for your review."I didn't bother with a reply, already striding toward the garden. My mind was filled with Mila, my little sister, all alone out there. The garden was filled with our muscle-bound soldiers, always on guard, but it didn't change the ach