All Chapters of Marked by the Mob: A Russian Mafia Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The morning brought a flurry of activity to the safe house. Nicolai had called an emergency meeting of his closest advisors, and the living room was now filled with the quiet murmur of Russian voices as they discussed strategies and security measures.Alessia watched from the kitchen as she prepared coffee, noting how naturally Nicolai commanded the room despite his injury. His presence was magnetic, drawing everyone's attention even when he spoke softly. She could see why men followed him, why they trusted his leadership.A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Sergei entered, followed by Taylor, whose presence immediately drew curious glances from the assembled men. She held herself with quiet dignity, her nurse's scrubs replaced by simple jeans and a sweater, but there was steel in her spine as she met their questioning looks."Gentlemen," Nicolai addressed the room, his voice cutting through the whispers. "This is Taylor Petrova, Viktor's daughter. She has information that co

The new safe house turned out to be a nondescript apartment building in a quiet neighborhood. Sergei pulled into an underground garage, using a key fob to access a private section cordoned off from the regular parking area. As soon as they stopped, the garage door closed behind them, sealing them in.Taylor helped Sergei get Boris out of the car, her own injury forgotten in her focus on her patient. The elevator took them directly into a secure apartment, where they found Alessia already waiting, medical supplies laid out on a kitchen table that had been cleared for use as a makeshift examination area."Put him here," she directed, her professional demeanor taking over as she assessed Boris's condition. Her eyes flickered to Taylor's blood-soaked suit jacket still pressed against the wound. "Good work with the pressure. Were you ED?""Yeah, as often as I could," Taylor replied, helping position Boris on the table. "I think the bullet went through clean, but he's lost a lot of blood."

The next evening, Sergei found himself back in the room where they had moved Boris while he recovered. Like steel to a lodestone, he moved closer to Taylor, his hand reaching out to knead her shoulders as she finished redressing Boris's wound and sat back. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fatigue and gratitude. Their connection, already strong from the day's events, intensified in the quiet of the medical room."We make quite the team," Sergei said softly, his thumb gently caressing the back of her neck.Taylor smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "We do," she agreed. "But I never wanted any of this. I wanted a life away from all the violence and danger."Sergei nodded understandingly, but his gaze held a spark of determination. "Sometimes, life has other plans. And sometimes, those plans lead us to where we're meant to be."Taylor's eyes searched his, and she found herself drawn to the strength and resolve she saw there. Sergei leaned in, her hea

The tension in the room thickened as everyone processed the weight of the decision before them. The stakes had suddenly become much higher than a family feud or a struggle for power within the brotherhood. Thousands of innocent lives hung in the balance. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone absorbed the gravity of the situation. Finally, Vadim spoke up from his position near the door."We could split into teams," he suggested, his tactical mind already working. "One group to verify the storage unit's contents, another to reconnoiter the warehouse.""No splitting up," Nicolai said firmly. "That's exactly what Dmitri would want - to divide our forces, make us vulnerable.""Then how do we proceed?" Taylor asked, her mind already calculating medical supplies they might need if things went wrong.Sergei moved closer to the group, though his gun remained trained on their visitors. "We need more intelligence before we move. These two can be questioned separately - compare their stor

She strained against the businessman's grip, hoping to attract Sergei's attention. "Let me go! Do you know who I am? Nicolai will have your head if he catches you.The businessman tightened his grip, pulling her away from the cage by the rope that bound her hands in front of her and toward the shadows. "Tais-toi, you foolish girl. Do you think anyone here cares if you scream?"She struggled anew knowing at least one person did. Her eyes locked on Sergei for a brief moment. The figure hesitated, his eyes flicking between her and the men around them. Then, with a subtle nod, he disappeared into the night."Fuck you!" she cried, her voice echoing in the warehouse as she struggled against his, desperate to buy Nicolai's me some time to rescue her from this madness.Suddenly, the Frenchman slapped her hard across the face, and she stumbled, the taste of blood filling her mouth."Salope!" he growled, yanking toward the waiting SUV.Alessia's eyes watered from the pain, but she refused to sh