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JosephineSeeing Pavel wrapped in gauze was more painful than I imagined.The image still clung to me even hours later, the steady beeping of machines. The way almost every inch of exposed skin on the left side of his body had been covered carefully with thick white dressings.I still remembered the way Evelyn had broken down the second she saw him awake. The sob that tore out of her had sounded almost painful, like she’d been holding it in for days.“I’m so sorry…” she kept crying, clutching his uninjured hand carefully. “Pavel, I’m so sorry… this is all my fault…”And despite the state he was in, despite the pain medication clearly making him sluggish, Pavel had still tried comforting her.I remembered the faint squeeze of his fingers around hers.The rasp in his voice. “It’s not your fault, solnyshko…”That only made her cry harder.Even Sasha had gone quiet beside me and I knew he was hurting. Because those three weren’t just friends, they were brothers. And I could see the grief
JosephineI blinked awake slowly, for a moment, everything felt… warm, soft and comfortable. Then it hit me that I wasn’t on the chair.My eyes snapped open fully as I took in my surroundings, the white sheets, the quiet hum of machines, the familiar sterile scent of the hospital, and the fact that I was very much in Sasha’s bed.Tucked in with a duvet pulled over me like I was the patient. My heart lurched and I sat up immediately, panic rushing through me.Why am I in his bed?Where is he?I was holding his hand- The memory hit all at once. I must have dozed off because I remembered sitting beside him, fingers wrapped around his, telling myself I’d just rest my eyes for a second.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold hospital floor. Just as I pushed myself up, the bathroom door clicked open and I froze as Sasha stepped out.And for a second, my brain struggled to catch up. Because the man walking toward me now… didn’t look like the same man from tw
JosephineThe moment I slid into the car, the adrenaline started to fade. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and I stared down at them, at the faint tremor running through my fingers… then at the gun still clutched tightly in my grip.I swallowed hard.I shot a gun…The thought hit me all over again, heavier this time.I actually pulled the trigger.Even if it was just the ground… even if it was a warning. My stomach twisted violently. I forced my gaze away, pressing my head back against the seat as the city blurred past the window.Being around Sasha… living in his world… it had changed something in me.There was a part of me now that reacted before thinking. That didn’t hesitate and would grab a weapon and pull the trigger if it meant getting to him and I didn’t know if that scared me more… or comforted me.The car turned sharply, slowing as it approached the hospital. It wasn’t hard to tell we were in the right place because men were everywhere.Stationed at the entrance, along the per
JosephineThe cathedral felt nothing like ‘safe’.Its tall, arched ceilings stretched into darkness with broken stained glass casting broken shadows along the cracked stone floors. What used to be sacred now felt hollow and deserted.And yet… it was the safest place according to Sasha…At least, that’s what they told me.A dozen armed men guarded the perimeter outside with their silhouettes moving behind the broken windows.Evelyn was safe, she had balled her eyes out and apologized the moment she laid eyes on me. I was relieved she was okay, and also, Mila was here too, prowling around restlessly.And Sasha…I swallowed hard.Hours had passed since they took me from the chaos of that penthouse. Since I last saw him covered in blood, barely able to stand.My chest tightened.I threw the ball again. Mila barked happily, sprinting across the wide, empty hall, her paws echoing against the stone as she chased after it like nothing in the world was wrong.I forced a weak smile. “Good girl…
SashaA guttural groan escaped my throat as I eased into the leather passenger seat of the SUV. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been shredded and stitched back together with rusted wire.The movement sent a tug of pain to my temple, thrumming in sync with the heavy beat of my heart."Sasha, look at you." Sergei said, not putting the car in gear yet.He just stared at the blood matted into my hair and the way my hands were trembling against my knees."You’re pale. Your pupils are blown. Go to the hospital. I’ll go to the shipyard. I’ll handle the recovery. I’ll find Pavel."I didn't spare him a glance.My eyes were locked on the side mirror, watching the back of Josephine’s head as two of my trusted men guided her through the chaos. A massive crowd had already gathered around the sidewalk where Gustav’s body lay, a broken, twisted heap of meat. The spectators were a perfect shield.While the gawkers and the amateur photographers focused on the gore on the pavement, my men wov
SashaThe world went white.A searing, blinding flash of heat scorched the side of my head, followed by a sound so loud, I was thrown backward. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the high-pitched, steady whine of a flatlining pulse in my ears.Am I dead?I felt the wetness first. It was a hot, rhythmic gush that painted the side of my face and neck. I reached up, my fingers trembling, and felt the jagged, raw furrow where the bullet had plowed through the skin and muscle of my temple.A fraction of an inch to the left, and my brains would be decorating the mahogany floorboards.Through the ringing, a sound pierced the veil. A muffled, strangled scream.Kratoska.The sound of her terror acted like a jumper cable to my heart. I rolled onto my stomach, red blurring my vision. Blood was pouring into my eye, blurring the world into a fractured, scarlet nightmare, but through the haze, I found Sergei.He was crouched behind the kitchen island, his eyes wide, locked on the blood masking m
SashaThe sharp scent of antiseptic and the steady beeping of a monitor were the first things that dragged me back to consciousness…I tried to shift, but a dull, searing pain shot up my side, forcing a low grunt out of me. My throat burned when I tried to swallow, squinting from the white lights ab
Josephine The familiar ceiling of my room was the first thing I noticed when I blinked awake, my vision hazy and head pounding like I’d been hit by a brick. My throat felt raw, and gosh, my eyes burned, dry and heavy, like I’d cried for hours.For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring up, trying
Josephine My once cheerful mood quickly shifted into a sour one, staring at the caller ID with a confused frown. Why is she calling me? Ev seemed to notice expression because she leaned in, staring at the blaring phone screen with wide eyes. “What the hell?” she blurted. “Should I pick u
Josephine The call ended but I couldn’t help the strange churn in my belly like something bad was going to happen. Maybe I was anxious with the way Sasha spoke in such a haste because I’ve never heard him speak like that unless it was life threatening.“What did he say?” Evelyn murmured, half aslee







