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Chapter 8: You Don't Get To Enjoy This
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2025-08-23 20:19:26
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Crave The Enemy Chapter 73: Depends
Chapter 73Sasha's PovGdansk in November is exactly as unpleasant as it sounds.We're parked on a service road running parallel to the eastern dock gate. The manifests Gregor sent matched three specific freight containers routed through this port in the last six weeks. Two of them have already moved. The third is scheduled for loading at two in the morning.It is currently half past midnight."Tell me again about the subsidiary," I say.Nico shifts in the passenger seat. He's been holding his coffee for twenty minutes without drinking it, which means he's thinking. "Vescari Maritime Solutions. On paper it's a legitimate freight company, registered in Malta. In practice it moves product through three Baltic ports on rotation. The route variation makes it harder to track pattern." He pauses. "My father set it up eight years ago. I inherited oversight of it when I took over.""Does anyone else have access.""Two people. My logistics head and his deputy." He looks at me. "Both have bee
Crave The Enemy Chapter 72: I'm Sorry
Chapter 72Nico's PovI come back to myself in pieces.Then the sound of rain against glass. Then the weight of an arm across my back, firm and still, and I know before I'm fully awake that it's him because there is nobody else on this earth who holds still like that. Like he decided to do it, now he's doing it and that's the end of the matter.I don't move right away."You're awake," he says. Not a question. His voice is low and completely level, like he's been sitting here in the dark being level for a while now."Yes," I say."Okay."He doesn't move his arm. I don't ask him to. I lie there, breathe and let my heart rate do whatever it needs to do, and he just stays there, one hand flat between my shoulder blades, not rubbing or moving, just present. After a while I say, "How bad was it.""You said my name," he says. "You sounded frightened.""I'm sorry.""Don't apologise for sleeping."I turn over slowly. He shifts to give me room and then he's just sitting there at the edge of th
Crave The Enemy Chapter 71: Friends Don't Bite.
Chapter 71Sasha's PovI should have said no.That's the thought I woke up with. I should have said no at the door, sent him back downstairs, told him to get a hotel. I had seventeen reasonable things I could have said and I said “take your coat off”, which is arguably the least reasonable of all of them.He's asleep on the sofa.I can see the back of his head from the kitchen doorway. He's on his side, one arm off the cushion, the blanket I gave him pulled up to his jaw. He's been asleep since midnight. It's half past six now.I make coffee and I don't look at my arm.He wakes up while I'm going through the Bratva documents at the table. I hear him shift, then sit up, then a sound that's almost a groan, because the sofa is not long enough for him and his back is going to tell him about it."Morning," he says, voice thick."There's coffee."He gets up slowly, comes to the kitchen and pours a cup. Leans against the counter exactly the way he did in my kitchen two days ago and looks at
Crave The Enemy Chapter 70: Friends.
Chapter 70Nico's PovI stare at my phone for forty-seven minutes.The voice note sits there. It was delivered because I opened it like an idiot the second it came through and now the two grey ticks are mocking me from the screen.Twenty-two seconds of me breathing in my sleep and saying his name.Twenty-two seconds.I put the phone face down on the mattress. Then I pick it back up. Then I put it down again. Then I sit on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands and I have a very calm, very quiet internal crisis about the fact that I cannot even be unconscious around this man without embarrassing myself.My phone rings.I nearly drop it.It's him.I answer before I can decide not to."Before you say anything," I start."I wasn't going to say anything," Sasha says. His voice is flat and very careful in the way it gets when he's controlling something."Okay.""I'm calling to check on the Naples situation.""Right. The Naples situation." I stand up and sit b
Crave The Enemy Chapter 69: Empty
Nico's PovThe flight is four hours and I spend three of them staring at the seat in front of me.The fourth hour I spend looking at my phone. Not opening anything. Just looking at it like it will explain to me what I'm supposed to do now. My father's name is at the top of my call log. Below it, nothing from Sasha. Which is correct and exactly what I told him would happen when I left.This changes nothing.I said it to him and I meant it, but meaning something doesn't make it feel like anything less.Naples smells like exhaust and sea salt and something underneath that I've never been able to name. It smells like home, which is complicated, because home has not always been kind to me.My father is waiting in the study when I arrive. He doesn't stand up."You're late," he says."The flight was four hours," I say. "I came directly.""You were in Russia.""I was handling something."He looks at me over the desk. His eyes are the same shade as mine, which I hate for reasons that don't nee
Crave The Enemy Chapter 68: Don't Read Into It.
Chapter 68 Sasha's Pov I wake up before him. That's the first thing. The second thing is that I don't move. He's on his stomach beside me, face turned away, one arm loose above his head. His back rises and falls slow and even. He's completely out and I'm lying here watching him breathe like some kind of idiot, which is already more than I'm willing to admit to myself. I should get up. I know I should get up. Instead I look at his back. The marks from last night are still fresh. Red lines along his ribs, shallow and precise, he asked for them quietly, in that way he has where the asking is almost quieter than the answer. I remember the exact moment he exhaled when the blade touched him. Like he'd been holding his breath for months and only that let it out. I reach over before I can stop myself. I don't press. I just trace the edge of one of them with my fingertip, barely contact, barely anything. He doesn't wake up. There's an older one below his shoulder blade. A scar,
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