What the hell does Katya want now??
Josephine I couldn’t stomach the drink that night, not after the altercation with Dr Oliver and what he said about my blinds…Ev had pushed to know why my mood suddenly turned scared but I didn’t want to drag her further into my mess…Lucky for me, she had asked to drive the Maybach back home which I was grateful for because I was sure as hell not in the right state to drive back.Questions ran through my mind, questions I needed answers to.How did he know I was back in the states? how did he know where my new place was? Why is he suddenly targeting me like I was the cause of his downfall..? what exactly did he want from me?I could hear my own heart loudly, beating faster than the passing cars outside. Every flash of neon blurred against the windshield, but Dr Oliver’s cryptic words replayed in my head like a broken record.He should be thankful not to have ended up on the chopping block when they let him go. Dealing with such a risky business puts one’s life in danger but they let h
Josephine “Whew!...”Evelyn whistles, running towards the slick black Mercedes-Maybach that rolled into the apartment’s garage. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she circled the car in awe, pressing her palms against the tinted glass.“Jo, I swear if I knew years ago that being besties with you would expose me to such benefits, I would’ve gotten a tattoo of your name!” she gawked at the emblem.A dark skin man stepped out of the driver’s seat and I could immediately tell that he was a member of the bratva by the tattoo peeking from his collar.“Ms Beaumont.”He handed me the keys and papers of car ownership before heading out without saying another word, leaving me stunned and utterly dumbfounded.My chest ached with disbelief.Evelyn squealed, shaking my shoulders. “A freaking Maybach Jo, do you know how many zeros this thing is worth?!”Laughter bubbled from my chest. “I can’t believe this…”“Damn…” Evelyn murmured, eyeing the slick car.Sasha had called me earlier this eve
Sasha “So you’re still not going to tell her the real truth?” Sergei asks with a curious brow raised in question as we drive past the view of the sea.The black Bentley hummed steadily, rain showers from the crashing waves blurred the tinted windows. The port came to view as we drove closer, down the shoreline towards the warehouse.I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. “It was the truth.” I said. “Just not all of it…”Sergei arched a brow, side-eyeing me. “You mean you told her just enough to ease her suspicions but not the real truth behind her travel.”My jaws clenched, taking a sharp bend into the gates before parking the car. “You can’t possibly expect me to me to tell her about yet another threat that seems to be out on her.”His face scrunched in confusion, raising a brow for more explanation. “Another threat?”“Oma noticed a spyware chip in her phone, the one that records and d******d all information from your phone to theirs.” I sat
Josephine My eyes rolled back as Sasha plunged into me from behind. He moaned deeply, squeezing my throat tighter which elicited a strangled whimper from my lips. The humid tiled walls of the shower felt slick against my skin as I pressed into in an attempt to grasp anything. “S-sasha....hick!-” “-I have t-to leave in 10 minutes...” He pulled out and rammed into me, using his grip on my throat to make me stand upright until I was face-to-face with the dark shower tiles. “You have no faith in me.” He chuckled in my ear. Heat burned my cheeks as he began thrusting into me, hovering over me with hungry grunts that seemed to make me wetter. The shower sprays hit his back as he plunged in and out of me like he was on a mission. “Hah....fuck.” He moaned. My legs trembled with pleasure shooting up my spine. Sasha’s hand on my throat travelled down to cup my breast, tweaking my nipples with his fingers. “Hngh!” Wet squelching sounds filled the confined space of
Josephine “Апорт!” (“fetch!”) The slobber-soaked chew toy squelched in my hand before I tossed it across the wide expanse of the indoor gym. Mila launched after it with powerful strides, her nails clicking faintly against the polished floor. The toy bounced once, twice, before she snatched it up and turned back, her thick tail wagging so hard in excitement to play more. I laughed under my breath as she dropped it at my feet, chest heaving with excitement, big brown eyes locked on me with eager expectation. “You’re relentless, you know that?” I teased, nudging the toy with my sneaker. Pavel had taught me a few Russian dog commands to use on Mila, and it seemed to have been working for the past hour that I lounged at the gym. Evelyn and Oma had gone out shopping while I decided to stay home because my mood over the past few days has been sour. Although I would have liked to go, I didn’t want to spoil the mood for them. Sasha had spoken to me this morning wh
Josephine The stairway felt colder as we stopped halfway, leaning against the railings while staring at the thought of us returning to the states in silence. I huffed, easing the anger that bubbled within my chest. Evelyn stood beside me, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line of frustration. Silence stretched between us. “I feel like I’m being handled.” I finally muttered, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. Evelyn scoffed, leaning against the wall. “Handled? More like shipped off like fragile cargo.” I let out a hollow laugh. “Exactly.” The weight of everything settled, and now only guilt remained. Guilt for compromising Evelyn’s safety by being friends with me, and now she’s left unemployed... After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up. “I’m sorry.” Evelyn glanced at me with furrowed brows of confusion, so I continued. “You were dragged into all this because of me, you lost your job also because of me and-” She cut me off. “Hey, what a