LOGIN[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
Is this the time to confess? Do I even want to confess?The truth is: yes, I do. Because it’s too much to keep all this in. I want to be open, free, and able to say whatever I want. I don’t like these restrictions or this sense of fear that comes from lying or hiding stuff from her. I want her to kn
[DIMITRI]Handling kids is not an easy feat.I’ll shamelessly admit that I have failed miserably. But Nadia—this woman I can’t keep out of my mind—does such a fine job with Tatiana. It’s as if she has known that little girl her whole life. But that’s hardly the truth, is it? I would never have belie
[NADIA]“Where are you going?” I ask, probably an hour after the breakfast.And yes, I don’t know why I even try—or care.I don’t, of course.I can’t. I shouldn’t.But the words are out of my mouth before I can do anything to stop them and now they are out in the open, standing out like a sore thumb
[NADIA] For a long time, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or having a nightmare. Why? Because I slept with a five-year-old girl in my arms and woke up to an adult snuggling into me as if I was the best teddy he had hugged in a while. What the fuck is even going on here? I shake my head, but even







