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Chapter 87⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾"We're not finished discussing—the stuff," I called after Luigi.He paused at the threshold, glancing nervously at Sylvia, who was setting the tray on a table by the window. "Later," he promised, and vanished.Sylvia turned to me, her expression curious. "What stuff?""Later," I echoed Luigi, unwilling to dive into that particular hornets' nest just yet. "What've you got there?"She wheeled the table over to the bed. "Chicken soup," she announced, as though presenting a gourmet feast. "Homemade, not bought."Despite my dying pride, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. "Are you returning the favor?"She cocked her head innocently. "What favor?""The soup. That night, I bought you chicken soup I promised to be a pro at making.”She laughed softly. "I hadn't even made that connection. But yes, I suppose I am. Though mine is better than that deli swill.""Bold claim," I remarked, eyeing the steaming bowl. It did smell incredible.Sylvia pulled up the chair Luigi h
Chapter 86 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ Consciousness returned to me like a sledgehammer to the face. The first thing I noticed was the dryness in my mouth, like someone had stuffed it with cotton balls soaked in battery acid. The second thing was the throbbing in my shoulder—duller now, more of a persistent ache than the searing pain I remembered. The third thing was Sinatra playing softly in the background, which meant I was either in my bedroom or had died and gone to a very specific kind of hell. I pried my eyelids open against their vehement protests. Sunlight streamed through partially opened curtains, painting golden stripes across unfamiliar bedsheets. Not my bedroom, then. The medical suite. Recalibrating my expectations accordingly, I attempted to sit up. My body responded with all the enthusiasm of a cat being dragged to a bath. "Fuck," I muttered, falling back against the pillows. My voice sounded like it had been dragged behind a truck through a gravel quarry. "Ah, sleepi
Chapter 85 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ I could feel Sylvia's eyes burning into my back as I left the medical suite, but there was no time for further arguments. The situation had escalated beyond what I'd anticipated, and so had my headache. I pulled out my phone and dialed Viktor’s number as soon as I entered my study and closed the door behind me. He answered on the first ring. "I heard there were complications." "Word travels fast," I remarked dryly, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. It was too early for a drink, but fuck it. "The girl nearly died." "Is that why you're calling at four in the morning?" "No." I took a sip and let the burn steady my thoughts against the better judgment of my headache. "I need you to bring Maria over." A long pause. "Over there, like there?” “Yes.” I replied. “Here.” “Are you being serious?" "What do you think?” I scoffed. "What does this have to do with the girl?" Viktor's voice was cautious, probing. "Everything." I moved to the window and distr
Chapter 84 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ The shrill ring of my phone yanked me from a dreamless sleep. Fuck. "What is it?" I hissed, voice rough with sleep as I fumbled for the device on the nightstand. Beside me, Sylvia stirred but didn't wake. "Thank God you’re up." Luigi's voice was tight with barely controlled panic, something I barely heard from the unflappable man. I was instantly alert, sliding from the bed and moving to the window, I kept my voice low. "I thought I told you not to disturb me until—" "It's the girl," he cut me off. "She's convulsing. The doctors can't stabilize her." Every trace of slumber fell off my eyes. "What the hell happened? Kade said she had no serious complications." "They missed something. Cerebral edema, they're saying now. Pressure building in her skull." "Where is she?" I demanded, already pulling on yesterday's pants. "Medical suite, east wing. Dr. Weiss says if we don't get her to a hospital—" "No hospitals," I snapped. "Too exposed
Chapter 83 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai rewarded me by thrusting forward in one powerful stroke, filling me completely to the hilt. I cried out, both in blissful pain and pleasure, then braced myself against the tiles as he pulled out and thrusted in again. “Oh, God—it hurts so fucking…!” His response was to push my head down and jut my hip up to meet the next thrust, then he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing me slightly up the wall before his grip on my hips pulled me back to meet the next one. "You feel so good," he growled, one hand slid around to massage my breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. "So fucking tight." That was accompanied by a single slap to my ass cheeks. Then he squeezed roughly. Three more slaps followed. Rest assured his palm would be marked there, but the vibration. Fuck—the sensation made me want to combust. "You deserve this," he hissed. “You sound so good, so fucking good, Sister." His words, crude as they
Chapter 82⟿❂⟾Sylvia⟿❂⟾“Oh—fuck!”My back arched off the bed as pleasure shot through me. My hands fisted in the sheets, then in his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.Nikolai groaned against me, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure building low in my abdomen. His hands gripped my thighs to hold them apart as he worked me with his mouth, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention to the spot that made me see stars."Nikolai, please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.He seemed to understand, though. He slipped one finger inside me, then another, curling them upward as his mouth continued its relentless attention. The dual sensation was too much—I shattered with a cry, my thighs closing involuntarily around his fingers as waves of pleasure exploded my senses.Before I could fully recover, Nikolai was moving up my body, shedding his underwear as he went. "I need to be inside
Chapter 81 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I'd been sitting on the same plush sofa for over three hours, Fur's heavy head resting on my lap as I absently stroked behind his ears. The dog had been my only constant companion since we returned from the clinic. Luigi had barely spoken two words to me before disappearing into his makeshift workstation, hunched over his laptop with such intense focus that I hadn't dared interrupt. Whatever ‘a lot’ entailed had transformed the normally composed man into a bundle of tense energy. And Nikolai... he hadn't come home at all. "He said he'd be back yesterday," I whispered to Fur, who looked up at me with soulful eyes. "What do you think happened?" The dog whined softly, like he understood my concern. My arm still ached dully where the implant had been inserted, a small reality check to how thoroughly I'd committed to this new life. I'd chosen long-term contraception because I believed in a long-term future with Nikolai. The irony of that. Fur’s head
Chapter 80 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ Three seconds of freefall was all she had left. Three seconds between life and death. I lunged forward, firing twice more as I did. That was the only way to leave without taking a shot myself, taking down the biggest threat. One bullet caught the pockmarked bastard in the throat, the other missing Kaine as he scrambled for cover. The pockmarked man collapsed, gurgling blood onto the concrete floor. But I wasn't focused on him. I rushed to the window, my mind calculating possibilities in cold, rapid-fire succession. "Oren!" I roared into my comm. "South side! Deploy the net! NOW!" I'd planned for this. Not specifically this, but something like it. When you've been in this business as long as I have, you learn to anticipate the worst-case scenarios. Fifteen floors. Terminal velocity in approximately 3 seconds. From the roof of the building across the street, four of my men were already activating the pneumatic launchers. The high-tension ne
Chapter 79 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ For some reason, I was very nervous today. Luigi had driven me here in relative silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to mine in the rearview mirror with an expression I couldn't quite read. Concern? Fear? Whatever it was, he kept it to himself. "I'll wait outside," Luigi said as we approached the entrance to the women's health clinic. "Nikolai instructed me to stay close, but..." he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the nature of my appointment. "It's fine," I assured him. "I shouldn't be long." The waiting room was half-full, women of various ages flipping through outdated magazines or staring at their phones. I approached the reception desk and gave my name in a low voice. "Ah, yes, Miss Sylvia," the receptionist said, typing something into her computer. "First time visit for contraceptive consultation, correct?" I nodded, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. This whole situation was weirdly embarrassing—discussing birth control options when I