Mag-log inThe elevator pinged.Natasha was out of her room before the doors finished opening.She had been lying in the dark for hours doing everything except sleeping. Watching the ceiling. Checking her phone. Getting up. Lying back down. Getting up again. The call sitting in her chest like something with weight, the unknown voice with its thick deliberate tone playing back every time she closed her eyes. You got lucky today. Chloe was never supposed to be there. You know what to do.She had messaged Chloe three times.No reply.Not delivered. Not read. Just sent into a silence that was getting louder the longer it lasted.It was one forty five in the morning when the elevator pinged and he walked out and she forgot everything she had been rehearsing to say when she saw him because he looked so different from the man who had put her in a car six hours ago.Not different badly. Just worn in a way that he never let show during the day. The suit was still on but the jacket was gone somewhere. His
The private room was small and deliberately unremarkable.No windows. No decoration. Just four walls and a low ceiling and a collection of monitors that covered every surface available, each screen showing a different angle of the building, inside and outside, the feeds running in real time and in stored playback simultaneously. The man standing in the middle of it all was average height, average build, the kind of person whose entire professional value was that nobody remembered him after leaving the room. He bowed when Dimitri and Xavier walked in and wasted no time."There are people who came into the party tonight whose faces were not registered in the system," he said. He stepped aside and turned the desktop screen toward Dimitri.Dimitri leaned forward and scrolled.The screen showed a series of entry captures. Most of them clean, green checkmarks beside each face, names and clearance levels attached. But scattered through the results were different entries. Faces with a blank w
Xavier got out of the car before it fully stopped.He walked quickly toward Dimitri who was standing with a police officer near the front of the building, his posture controlled and deliberate in the way it got when he was managing multiple things simultaneously and making it look effortless.Xavier stopped beside him."Have they been identified," he said.Dimitri glanced at him briefly then looked back at the officer. "Nothing yet. The CCTV showed normal activity. No sign of any suspicious person entering the hall. Whoever did this was either already inside before the cameras were active or they knew exactly how to move around the system."The officer said something low and Dimitri nodded once and dismissed him with a look. The man moved away quickly."The concussion device," Xavier said. "What about it.""Already being investigated," Dimitri said. His eyes were on the building. On the crack running up the wall like a scar the building had not asked for. "It is not Lindel made. It is
She had felt it before Chloe even appeared.The feeling had started somewhere between her second sip of soft drink and the moment the bartender moved on to the next guest. A prickling at the back of her neck. The specific uncomfortable awareness of eyes that were not just glancing but holding. She had turned and looked at the direction it seemed to come from and found nothing except the usual organized chaos of the evening. People moving between tables. Staff weaving through with trays. Clusters of suited men laughing at something someone had said. The band playing underneath all of it.Nothing.Nobody was looking at her.She had turned back to her drink and told herself she was being paranoid. That evening and the crowd and the unfamiliarity of being in a large public space after weeks in a penthouse had made her sensitive to things that were not there.And then the voice came from directly behind her."Hello, Nat."She turned slowly.Chloe stood there in a deep red dress that stoppe
The penthouse was quiet when Dimitri walked in, his phone already at his ear before the door closed behind him. The maids stilled in the middle of their routines the way they always did when he entered with that particular energy, the kind that said the call was important and the room should arrange itself accordingly."The plate number was private," Alexei said through the phone. "But I managed to trace it. It was a federal issued vehicle."Dimitri stopped walking.He stood in the middle of his living room and let that land properly. A federal vehicle. Not stolen. Not borrowed. Issued. Which meant whoever was behind that wheel had federal clearance or federal connections or both. Which meant the person who had followed him through Lindel traffic and pulled alongside his car and let him see VK on the plate was not operating independently.They had backing.He ended the call.He stood there for a moment with the phone tight in his hand and his mind running through the same name it kept
The study was quiet except for the sound of Dimitri's pen moving across paper and the occasional soft displacement of air as Xavier pulled books from the shelf, looked at their spines with the expression of someone who was not really reading titles but needed something to do with his hands.Dimitri worked through the files without looking up. Numbers. Names. The kind of administrative detail that needed to exist on paper rather than only in his head. He penned notes in the margins in the shorthand that only he could read and moved to the next page."I was genuinely shocked when you called and said you needed to talk," Xavier said from the direction of the bookshelf."Do not read too much into it," Dimitri said without raising his head."I am reading everything into it," Xavier said pleasantly. "A whole Dimitri Volkov called me back and said the words we need to talk. With his actual mouth. Into an actual phone." He replaced the book he was holding. "That deserves to be commemorated so
Dimitri entered the main media division office with a face that wasn't confused- it was the face of a real mafia king who would go to any length to destroy anyone who had tried to set him up for Konstantin's death. The staff all looked at him as he made his way to their boss. His presence alone com
She couldn't believe she had shamelessly said she wanted him. Her mind was clouded with kisses, completely unable to hold back or deny how her body reacted when he kissed her, when his hands wandered around her body. They entered his room, and she had no time to study it. All her attention was on h
He was not expecting to be recognized like this. He had always avoided it-people who recognized him as a celebrity. Not when he was having a date with Natasha. They were already offering him papers and pens for his autograph. This was why he always had his men with him. They would have stopped them
Natasha rolled on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The other pillow was positioned between her legs, her body still reminiscing about his touch on her thigh. She shook her head, waving off the thoughts. She should focus on the date for tomorrow.Wait. It wasn't a date. Why was she thinking that? She







