MasukKIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.All I could do was stare at the words inscribed in the note, my body filled with a false sense of calm as I tried calculating the possibility of my escaping this. Cassia, on the other hand, was straight up panicking, heavy breathing, biting her nails, and all. “What are we going to do….Kirill…what the hell are we going to do?”I didn’t answer…I couldn't answer. I was still trying to think. My mind didn’t shut them out; I felt as though I didn’t have that luxury. So instead, I just tried to think. Viktor walked over to her and pulled her in a tight hug while whispering soothing words in her ears. It didn’t work because the next thing I knew, she was yelling, hoisting me from my thoughts.“Kirill! Are you seriously just going to stand there and do nothing? We need to find a way to...”“Don’t you think I know that?!” I yelled back and instantly regretted it. Closing my eyes momentarily, I tried to rein in the anger and worry so I could at least be civil. “The Cree
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.Both of them stared at me as if I’d told them the Easter bunny was actually a goat. The shock on their faces was quite palpable. Viktor, on one hand, stared at me as if I’d become a new person in the past two minutes, while my sister appeared shocked more than anything else. “No…it’s not possible.” She shook her head, struggling to believe it. I hated having to relive the horrors of my past, or the hell I had to endure with my siblings, so we could escape our sick parents. But sometimes, I had to do it. So I could remind myself of where I was coming from, and why I couldn’t stop. “You would never have done such a thing so young….and that too with Tosha.”“Well, we did, Cassia,” I said, stifling the urge to roll my eyes. I wasn’t trying to be condescending, but Cassia saw everything early enough to remember. But she tries too hard to believe that I, Tosha, and we weren’t saints. “What did you expect me to do?Mom and Dad were too busy either fucking or looki
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.By the time I stepped into my office, Viktor was already pacing like a madman, his hair appearing jagged like he'd run his hands through it in frustration many times now. He let out several heavy breaths while staring at nowhere in particular.I could practically see the anxiety rolling off him in waves… as well as a sense of….anger. On the other hand, Cassia sat curled on the leather couch, shaking, her hands wrapped around her midsection as she stared at the floor. I could see that her mascara smeared, giving her a look of utter despair. She was dressed in only a shirt and leggings….but one thing about my sister was that she never appeared disheveled.She always liked to be put together, especially when she wasn’t alone. The fact that she looked like this could only mean that hell had broken loose.The moment she saw me, she shot to her feet, dropping the phone that was once in her lap to the carpeted floor.“Kirill!” She yelled, her voice cracked as if she’d
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.I could practically taste my heart in my mouth as the organ pounded with a harsh ferocity as though it would burst from my chest. All my mind could picture was….my wife. For the first time in my life, I was thinking about someone other than my sister or my brothers. It was just Summer.Her hair, her lips, her body, the sound of her laughter, the whiteness of her teeth….it was all hers. I couldn’t walk into any part of the apartment without seeing her. I’d taken her from the mansion and brought her here because the mansion felt too… dark… like me. It was the best place to stay in terms of protection, especially because of the Creed, but they hadn’t sent anything to me for months, so I just brushed the odd feeling off because I wanted her in a place that felt like a home. Every nerve in my body is on fire……it drove me up the wall from the lingering of her taste still on my tongue, her soft gasp still echoing in my skull, my hand still tingling at the thought of
SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.I tried to maintain eye contact with my husband while he spooned some of the chicken soup into my mouth. Recovery has been a steep process, but with Kirill acting like a rock over me, I could barely skip my medication, meals, or routine check-ins with Viktor. “That’s it.” He said, his voice gentle as I swallowed the last of the soup. Wiping my lips gently with a soft, cotton napkin, he sets the bowl down, kisses my forehead, and rubs my hands together. The question itching in the back of my mind ever since I’d woken up today practically forces its way from my lips….well, one of the many questions.But instead, I found myself asking something else entirely. “Where are my mom and sister?”“Jail.” My eyes turned wide.“Jail? How….?” I gasped. My mother and sister behind bars wasn’t something I thought I would ever see, at least not in my lifetime. They seemed too…powerful for it to ever happen, so I’d given up on the dream. Well…until I saw Kirill in that restau
CASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.I tried to keep my breath even as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed in my veins. I thought he would let me go, but he stood behind me and just held my hips in place, keeping every drop inside me as he kissed the corner of my jaw.“Next time,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my lower lip, “you’re turning on the camera.”My breath hitched at his words. Trying to turn so I could look him in the eye, I wasn’t able to because his grip on my hips hadn’t let up, so, rather, I groaned….“Viktor….”“Hush,” he whispered, pressing a final kiss to my mouth. “Make the pancakes. Then pack your things.”My stomach dropped……..was he kicking me out?“What….why?”He smirked.“Because your dear husband is going to be boarding a flight,” he said, tapping my phone with two fingers. “And he’ll reach London in six hours.”My blood turned to ice instantly…..Antonio can’t come here. If he does….it could only spell doom for me, and all hell would break loose. My secret would be r







