Romances de Riah Legend

Niko's POVI leaned back, taking all my plans in. Tonight was the night. Except my best friend and right-hand man, Jack, thought it was a dumb idea.“The Rossi girl?” He was standing right across from me. We never did see eye to eye on anything. It was a wonder how we managed to stay best friends and now partners in this brutal world of ours. “You can’t be seriously thinking of marrying her?”I swirled my glass of whiskey with a smile on my face. I was dead serious.“You’re invited.” I said as I took a sip, “I would have asked you to be my best man, but we’re skipping all that bullshit.”Jack let out a disgruntled sigh. “Niko.” He chided, “This is a crazy move, even for you. Do you really think forcing her down the aisle is the best way to get revenge?”My hands tightened hard against the glass, “This is not just about revenge anymore.” I slammed the glass down on the table. “Her father was the gun. But the man…the man who ordered the hit on my father is still alive, Valentino Morelli

Sophia's POVSleeping in this bed…in this house, with the enemy was one of the hardest things I had to do.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Nikolai’s face, and all I could hear was his voice haunting my every thought. There was no way in hell I would have his child, but that meant I would have to lose my father, or at least whatever was left of him.The sun was about to come, and I was sick of being in this bed, as luxurious as it was, all I wanted was my own bed back. I found a silk robe hanging in the closet, probably intended for me, so I wrapped it tightly around my body before walking out of the guest room. To think that a week ago, I was about to start a new job. My dream job, and my first big girl job after college. Maybe my life would have been different if I had taken the job, travelled across states, instead of staying back to take care of my father. As I walked down the never-ending stairs, I could hear my steps echo; that’s how quiet the house was.As I veered

Niko's POVShe stared at me like she was a deer caught in headlights. The poor thing had no idea what she had just gotten herself into.“You can’t be serious.” She sprinted out of her seat. I could hear her breathing. Hard. “First, you point a gun at my father’s head because, according to you, he killed your father.” She said that part in air quotes as she paces frantically.“Then…you want me to give you a child…As some kind of payment or payback? I don’t even know which.”“Maybe a bit of both.” I enjoyed watching her as she had a meltdown, so I sat back and relaxed.“You’re insane if you think I would ever sleep with you. Let alone have your child.” She was feisty, I liked that about her, but it was also giving me a headache.Her deep blue eyes darkened, and I couldn’t help but notice that even with sweatpants on and her hair up in a messy bun, she had the most striking features.Perfect for my offspring, if you ask me.“It’s simple, Soph.” I started.“Sophia.” She bit my head off im

Sophia's POVNikolai’s eyes never left mine. Maybe he thought I was stupid, brave, or maybe both. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.“Why the hell would I do that?” His gun remained pointed at me.I was officially being stupid.I stammered, that’s what happens when you have a gun in your face.“Think about it…” I started, “Look at him.” I looked to my father, who was cowering away in fear and sobbing. “He’s drunk! Half the time, he can’t even tie his shoelace; killing him isn’t the revenge you think it is.”I waited. Something flickered in Nikolai’s eyes; maybe I was making some sense after all.“Taking me?” I continued, “That would break him!” I drove my point home. Nikolai let out a scoff, holding the gun even tighter.“I have no use for you.” With one snap of his finger, one of his men grabbed me, pulling me away from my father’s defence.“No, please no…I will do anything, just don’t hurt him,” I begged. Nikolai took slow and measured steps, his gun still marking its target,

Sophia's POV“Sophia, sit.” My father muttered. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. A bad habit that became worse after mum died. “Dad…what’s wrong?” He didn’t say a word. He just carried on circling the living room like there was a fire somewhere. His bloodshot eyes darted out the windows every few seconds like he was searching for something no one else could see.“Dad, you’re scaring me.”“Sit. Now.” I flinched as I sat on the edge of the worn-out couch. He slammed his clenched fist into his open palm. Again, and again, and again.“He’s coming for me.” His voice cracked. “I know he is.” My stomach dropped. “Who’s coming for you?”“I’ve done things, Sophia. Things I can’t take back.”I got up slowly, careful not to startle him. “Dad, it’s okay. No one’s coming. Just breathe…” “You need to leave. Right now. Take the car and go.” For a nanosecond, his eyes seemed clear, and I caught a glimpse of the man I once knew. “I’m not leaving you.” His face fell. “I can’t lose you, to