MasukFive Days Earlier…“Sir.”Gabriel didn’t answer.His assistant stood before his desk with shaking hands while documents lay scattered across the polished surface.Bank statements. Shell corporations. Overseas accounts. Shipping manifests. Names. Dates. Transactions...things that had taken Gabriel years to bury.Things no one was ever supposed to connect.Gabriel stared at everything with slight disbelief, but irritation was the emotion burning hottest beneath his skin.He knew eventually Moreau would investigate him. The bastard had been suspicious ever since the Summit...probably even before that. But this...Gabriel slowly lifted one of the documents.“How the hell did he find all of this out?”His voice was low, sneering...dangerous. His assistant swallowed.“I-I’m not sure, sir. Someone breached several of our firewalls. Whoever did it was extremely sophisticated. But…” He hesitated.Gabriel’s eyes lifted.“But what?”“It also looks like someone may have also given Moreau informati
Nova-Nicolai slept peacefully beside me.One arm was wrapped securely around my waist, my back pressed against his chest while the city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I should've been asleep. Instead, I stared into the darkness.Gabriel Castillo.Even thinking his name made my stomach twist. ***Hours earlier…“Gabriel supplied the drug.”I stared at Nicolai.“What?”Aaron sat across from us, a tablet resting in his hands.“The Rethynol used at the Gala,” Nicolai continued. “Brian Ashford got it from Gabriel.”My blood ran cold.“Wait...start over. Brian Ashford? Tanya's old boss? Why would he do that?”And that's when Aaron turned the tablet toward me. When he began to show me everything. Every transaction, message, photograph...everything.My eyes moved frantically across the screen. Information on Brian, on Gabriel...the Gala.“Oh my God…is that why he just so happened to be there with a medical bag?”“We think so. But that's not all.”My head snapped to Aaron. W
Nova-“Nico…”His name escaped me on a breath as his lips moved slowly along my neck.The bedroom was nearly dark, illuminated only by the city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Somewhere far below us, South-Bay continued moving...cars, people, noise, life.But up here? There was only us. Nicolai’s hand slid around my waist, drawing me closer beneath the sheets as his lips found mine again.Slow. Deep. Loving.Nothing about tonight felt rushed. It wasn’t desperate passion or heated urgency. It was pure intimacy. His forehead rested against mine.“I love you,” he whispered.My heart squeezed. Even after everything, those words still affected me.“I love you too.”His fingers brushed gently through my curls before he kissed me again, and I melted against him. Being with Nicolai had taught me something I’d never understood before him. There was a difference between being wanted…and being cherished.He made me feel both.His hands traveled over me with familiar tendern
Gabriel-“The number you are attempting to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the—”“Fuck!”I hurled the phone across the study. It struck the wall with a violent crack before dropping onto the hardwood floor. For several seconds, I simply stood there, chest heaving, my eyes fixed on the shattered screen.Again. The same fucking automated message. Again.Brian Ashford had disappeared. Ever since my meeting with Kieran, I’d been trying to reach him. At first, Brian had responded...barely. A short message here. A cryptic reply there. Nothing substantial, but enough for me to know he was still alive.Then two weeks ago...nothing. No calls. No messages. No encrypted emails...and considering what Kieran knew, that silence was beginning to feel less like Brian hiding and more like something else entirely.“HOWARD!”The study doors opened less than thirty seconds later. Howard rushed inside, his glasses slightly crooked, his entire posture nervous as his eyes immedi
Nicolai-I couldn’t sleep.Not because I wasn’t tired. In fact, I was fucking exhausted. But every time I closed my eyes, the same four words ran through my head.We’re having a baby.My gaze lowered to the woman curled against my chest. Nova slept peacefully, one arm draped across my stomach, her cheek pressed against me. Her breathing was soft and even. Every few seconds, my fingers moved through her hair, gently stroking the strands away from her face.My wife...the mother of my child.Fuck.My chest tightened all over again. Nova was going to be a mother. And I…I was going to be a father. A father! Me! Even thinking the word felt surreal. Earlier this morning, I’d held my niece for the first time and wondered what it would feel like to hold my own child someday. Apparently, someday was coming a hell of a lot sooner than I realized.Ten weeks.Our baby had already been with us for ten weeks. A smile slowly pulled at my lips.“You sneaky little thing,” I whispered, glancing toward N
Nova-It was just after three in the morning when we got the call.Even through my sleepy haze, I could hear Nate practically panicking through Nicolai's phone.“Nico! This is it! Jess is going into labor! The baby is coming!”My eyes flew open as Nicolai shot upright beside me.“Holy shit!” Sleep vanished from his voice instantly. “Are you both on your way to the hospital?”I scrambled out of bed while Nate continued talking so quickly I could barely understand him through the speaker.“Yes! We're in the car now. Mom and Dad are meeting us there. Her parents are coming. Everybody's coming. Fuck, Nico, she's having contractions like every—Jess, baby, breathe! Just breathe!”“Breath.” Nicolai said. His tone calm.“She is breathing!”“I was talking to you.”“Oh.”Despite everything, I laughed.“Listen to me,” Nicolai said, climbing from the bed. “You're almost there. Jessica is fine. You're fine. The baby's fine. Stop panicking before you make her panic.”“I'M NOT PANICKING!”Jessica sc







