Novels by oluwafunkeilesanmim

Nickolai’s POV The sight before me ignites something primal. Jace, flushed, trembling. Umar, inches from him, his hand still hovering near his skin. For a heartbeat, silence. The three of us were frozen in the thick air. Then my smile spreads, slow and sharp, like the pull of a trigger. “Well,” I murmur, voice smooth as silk laced with venom. “What do we have here?” Umar spins, his stance defensive, his glare locked on me. “Get away from him,” he spits. I laugh, low and dangerous. The sound makes Jace flinch. “From him?” My gaze drifts to Jace, my Jace, who looks like a deer caught between two predators. I step inside, the door slamming shut behind me. “You’re standing much too close to what belongs to me.” Umar bristles. “He doesn’t belong to you.” My eyes narrow. “Everything about him belongs to me. His smile. His fear. His breath.” My hand tilts Jace’s chin toward me. His lips part with a shaky gasp. “Even this.” Umar lunges. My men outside pound on the door instantly, b

Jace’s PovEl PEDRANI- MEXICO CITY, MEXICO.Dressed in a navy-blue Armani suit and Louboutin shoes. I stare at my new look; fresh, cool, and sophisticating. I struggle with my slicked-back hair because I have always been used to my hair down. All these are Nickolai’s efforts to make me match his style.After getting to Mexico, we spent the day going from one designer store to another, trying out different outfits. Don’t even get me started with the hairstylists. The trip so far has been tiring, but Marc’s presence made my day. Each time I ask for Marc’s opinion on my outfits, it throws Nickolai off. I enjoy the satisfaction I get from his jealousy.On getting to the venue, the valet attendant opened the door to the black Rolls-Royce with a warm smile. And direct us to the hall after collecting the car key from Nickolai. A sense of déjà vu struck me about the night I met Nickolai again after five years.Nickolai places his hand on my waist as he leads the way. “Hey, I prepared a gift f

Umar’s PovTop floor of Medusa’s Lair, Mexico City, MexicoI smashed the bottle of whisky after drinking my fill. Lately, I have been high, sniffing, and taking in every drug just to calm my anxiety. I have lost my sanity to the pleasure of drugs. The last time I was sober was when Jace was here. It's been months since I lost Jace, my most precious jade. I thought I had everything in control, but turns out I was wrong. Never knew his absence would have this effect. I’m on the verge of going insane. I cling to every memory we had. When I realize, I am starting to lose my grasp over his memories, I can only cling to the illustrations created by drug influence. I never expected the Balsamo's mission to go wrong, nor did I think I was ever going to lose Jace. The Balsamo's mission was the beginning of misfortunes.The mission had cost the organization a great deal, including the loss of men and resources. We also couldn't get the major weapon we sought. Losing men isn't news to me; after a

Jace's Pov I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing and moans. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The reality sets in when I stare at the tv. The tv series that normally appear on the screen has been replaced with a sex video of two unfamiliar people. At first, I thought I was mistaken but as I look closely, the physique of the man who seems to be topping in the video looks familiar. I stare in shock after realizing the man in the video is Nickolai. What the heck!!!. This is definitely Nickolai's doing, I stare at the clock. It's 12:28am in the middle of the night. The sounds from the screen is erotic and arousing. I gently tap my flushed face to ease the tension rising in my body. I hurriedly got off the bed to grab a glass of water from the table. I avoid staring at the screen as I drown the glass of water down my throat. 'The video will probably end soon' I thought before entering the bathroom. Unfortunately, after coming back from the bathroom, the video is nowhere d

Nickolai’s Pov Martini Cartel, Rome Italy. The heavy aura of death filled the room, the wall painted with blood stains. The metallic scent of blood clung to the air like smoke. The atmosphere of the room perfectly suits my mood. I reach into my suit pocket for my lighter. I lit the cigar and took a smoke, diving into the euphoric feeling as I watched the massacre before me. it’s been a while since I had so much excitement thanks to Dario Martini and his gang members, they dare to skim profit off my operations. Even though Dario is known for his promiscuity and addiction to drugs, he always handles every operation well and leaves behind no trace. A few months ago, I got a report of imbalance sales and profits. I decided to put a kin eye on every gang handling my operation. And here we are, getting rid of the thief. Everyone knows how well I despise betrayal and theft. To think anyone would have the audacity to go behind me and dare to steal from me. They certainly wish for

Elvis (Jace)’s PovSlowly I opened my eyes from what felt like I had been asleep for a decade, the flashes from the Tv screen cleared the blurriness from my vision of the room. After checking out the room for any familiarity, the reality becomes clear that I am in a room I have never been before. Shifting my focus, I noticed the drip stand on the bedside. The drip is attached to my hand, I hurriedly sit up but the aching pain from my arm jolts me back to reality. In a flash, the memories begin to rush in. “Damn Nickolai” I hissed holding my wounded arm. I ripped the IV set off my hand and get out of the bed ignoring the bleeding I had caused as a result of my action. I walked around the suite in search for the door. But i am only met with the view of the bathroom with a large bathtub, the toilet and a walk – in closet with clothes that are made of weird designs and definitely not my style.Finally, I found the large door of the suite. I grab the door knob to open it but it won't bul