Masuk[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
[IVAN] “Five minutes! That’s all you have.” I hang up and slam the phone down, seething. I grab the half bottle of rum on the table and pour myself another glass. That’s when Ana walks in, reluctantly so. I put my tumbler down and look away from her, glaring at the wall instead. “What the hell ar
[ANASTASIA] “Momma, how did you get hurt?” Tatiana asks, pouting, and trying her best not to jump on the bed and hug me like she always does. She sways on her legs, hands locked behind her, her wide-eyed innocence radiating pure adorableness. I smile, or at least I try to, and pat the bed. “I just
Thick snow covers the land around the toolshed, but my men did a good job making a path to the door. Dimitri moves behind me and lets me enter the shed first. I yank at my gloves and toss them to the other side of the room. The moment my gaze lands on the third man who got away from me last night,
[IVAN] “She’s fine, Mr Volkov. You can rest now.” Lena says and I feel my chest tighten as the memory of an unconscious Ana flashes in front of my eyes. I clench my fist and slam it into the wall. Hard. The skin splits and blood trickles down my knuckles. Not that I give a damn. I can’t believe







