FAZER LOGINThe knock on the study door came twenty minutes later. Two heavy, measured thuds echoed through the suffocating silence of the room.Adrian didn’t jump. He slowly released his hold on my waist, stepping around the mahogany desk to unlock the heavy door.Hector stood on the threshold. Rain glistened on the shoulders of his dark leather jacket, smelling faintly of cold asphalt and burnt ozone. In his right hand, he held my ratty navy duffel bag—the fabric sliced wide open along the bottom seam, revealing the gray foam padding inside.Without a word, Hector reached into his pocket and placed a small, heavy object on the corner of Adrian’s desk.The silver pocket watch.It looked tiny against the dark wood. The casing was scratched and tarnished, the glass face spiderwebbed with tiny fractures from the day my parents died."The apartment is ash," Hector said, his voice flat and rasping. "No hostiles in the perimeter. The girl is asleep downstairs in the guest suite under double guard.""G
Adrian did not let me stay on the floor.He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me off the Persian rug as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing at all. My knees buckled the moment my feet touched the floor, but his grip held me firmly against his broad frame. He guided me back into the oversized leather chair, leaning down until his dark eyes were level with mine."Stay here," he instructed, his tone low and commandingly soft.He stepped back and pulled a heavy, black radio unit from his desk drawer. He keyed the side button, his posture shifting instantly into that of a military general."Hector," Adrian said into the receiver.Static hissed over the speaker before Hector's deep, gravelly voice cut through. "Listening, Boss.""Take Team Alpha to Camilla's old residence. Third floor, back apartment. Inside the bedroom closet, there is a navy duffel bag. Tear open the bottom lining. There is a tarnished silver pocket watch inside. Retrieve it and bring it directly to me.""Understoo
The heavy lock of the study door engaged with a sharp, echoing click.I stood frozen on the edge of the Persian rug. The sheer adrenaline that had kept me upright in front of my sister was rapidly draining from my blood, leaving behind a cold, hollow exhaustion.Adrian did not look at me. He walked straight to the crystal decanter on his desk, poured two fingers of amber liquid into a glass, and drank it neat. He set the glass down with a heavy thud. The silence in the room was absolute, pressing against my eardrums until I felt like I was suffocating."Sit," he commanded softly.I collapsed into the leather armchair opposite his desk. My legs simply refused to hold my weight any longer.Adrian leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes locked onto mine, stripping away every defense I had left. There was no trace of the charming fiancé who had just comforted my sister. He was a predator evaluating a trapped prize."Twelve years ago,"
This was no time to make out, but his dark reassurance soothed me. The panic was melting into a heavy, intoxicating heat, and I was entirely ready for him to pin me against the mahogany desk and fill me up. But he immediately froze mid-kiss. His lips hovered just centimeters from mine, the heat of his breath ghosting over my mouth.His fingers tightened in my hair, firmly pulling my head back, moving his face just out of reach every single time I inched forward to continue. Through the haze of my own heavy breathing, I saw the corner of his mouth tilt into a smug, arrogant grin. He looked me dead in the eyes, letting me feel the sharp ache of the denial, and then deliberately stepped away.The loss of his body heat was like being plunged into ice water.He didn't say a word about what had just happened. He simply turned around, adjusted the cuffs of his dark suit, and walked around to the heavy leather chair behind his desk. The dominant, consuming lover was gone in a fraction of a se
The heavy oak doors swung open. Adrian stepped into the study, one hand already loosening his dark silk tie, the exhaustion of the syndicate meeting etched into his jawline.But the moment his eyes landed on me, the corporate boss vanished.He took in the scene in a fraction of a second—my pale face, my trembling frame pressed hard against his desk, the tears drying on my cheeks, and the plastic burner phone clutched in my fist. Instantly, a lethal, terrifying alertness rolled off him. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees."Elera," he said, his voice a low, dangerous command. "Who contacted you?"I didn't try to hide it. I couldn't. I shoved the glowing screen toward him, my hand shaking so violently I almost dropped it. "Your uncle," I choked out, my voice cracking. "He has a sniper on my sister. I have until midnight to bring him your ledger, or she dies."Adrian didn’t flinch. He didn’t yell. He stepped forward and took the phone from my hand. His dark eyes scanne
The quiet inside the penthouse always felt too heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm.Hector set the large, matte-black wardrobe box down on the foot of my bed with a dull thud. He didn't say a word as he pulled an electronic scanner from his belt, waving the sleek device along the seams, the handles, and the reinforced corners. Red lights flickered across his face until the device let out a flat, reassuring green tone."Clean," Hector said in his usual gruff gravel. "Courtesy of the boss’s tailors. You’ve got a couple of syndicate dinners coming up, and he wants you looking like a Valerius.""Thanks, Hector," I murmured, my voice raspy. My hands were sore and stiff from the hours I’d spent down at the underground firing range, the acrid smell of gunpowder still lingering faintly beneath my nails.Hector offered a terse nod and backed out of the suite, the heavy oak doors clicking shut behind him.I stood alone in the center of the room, staring at the box. It felt ridiculou
He reached into his jacket.My body went rigid. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get back in my car, to floor it and never look back. But my legs wouldn't move. I was frozen there on the empty street, watching his hand disappear into the dark fabric, waiting for something I couldn't name.H
PrologueMy arms were tied together with a belt. His belt. He'd wrapped it around my wrists tight enough that I couldn't slip free, loose enough that I wasn't losing circulation. The leather was warm from his body, and it smelled like him, cedar, something dark, something that made my stomach clenc
Chapter 5The foyer was too big. That was the first thing I noticed. Marble floors that reflected the chandelier above, a staircase that curved up to a second floor I couldn't see the end of, walls hung with paintings that probably cost more than my life. Everything was polished. Everything was qui
Chapter 4"Why would I be your Doll?"The words came out before I could stop them. I was still holding the contract, still standing in my doorway with Adrian Volkov and his lawyer and his two security men filling up the narrow landing, and my sister was behind me, and I could feel her confusion tur







