The tension in the room was palpable, like a storm gathering strength before the deluge. I couldn't help but clench my fists, my knuckles white with the effort of keeping my emotions in check. Russo had asked me to take some time off to get myself together, and I couldn't understand why. I didn't want to be anywhere else but here, in the thick of things, trying to piece together the puzzle of Ergonov's latest moves.He thinks those teenage boys are a distraction from Egornov and I may be in danger. Sometimes I wonder who the fuck the man was and how he could have deep dated hatred from Russo like that. I’ve always found Mafia ties confusing but Ergonov is hell bent on ending Russo and his empire. I stared at Russo, his sharp features etched with frustration. We were all affected, if we had walked into an ambush yesterday, nobody would have made it alive. As an agent, one of the most utmost training you get is a reminder that 0.01 seconds in front of a bullet could determine your fut
Rusoo pulled me closer before he started to kiss me and every pepe talk I gave myself about nt kissing him, unless its absolutely necessary flew out of the window and I wrapped my hands around him. I once read that i am sorry sex bangs harder and i hope tonight even bangs harder thna the imaginations in my head. He sucked my tongue for a while before his hands made its way to my nightwear, they were unbutoming my shirt very fats and if i knew he would come back here tonight, maybe I would have stayed naked. “The things you do to me butterfly, you have no idea” he groaned after breaking away from the kiss and he moved his mouth down to my neck, to trail kisses along them. The feeling was sending em and I rubbed my hand all over his torso, creating chain of hot feeling where my hands was. He flipped us over and he was on top of me before kissing me again and this time, one of his hands made it to my neck in a light choking manner, before he shoved his tongue right into my throat. He
I stood by the car, the engine still running, my heart racing as Russo glared at me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I'd come to the warehouse as requested, bringing the file he'd instructed me to retrieve. Something about the way he was approaching me made it look like I was in trouble, and the thought of that was making my stomach churn uncomfortably. But something was off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Russo’s eyes kept darting back and forth between me and the warehouse. He looked like he didn’t want me to come here or know about the existence of this place. Something told me that this was where the main thing was going down. Like the office back home was a decoy to keep people like me away from the shady dealings of the mafia. "Alissa," Russo's voice was tight, his jaw clenched as he stepped closer. "Where's Romero?"My confusion deepened, and I stretched the file towards him. And he still looked more confused, like he was expecting something else
The morning light streamed through the bedroom window, warming the sheets beside me, but it did little to thaw the frostiness that had settled between Russo and me. I blinked, still feeling the discomfort of him leaving early without a word. It was silly, really, to be bothered by his absence, but I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in my gut.He was back to acting like the way he was acting,Ike I wasn’t a human or like I didn’t matter. Just a quick hole for his pleasure release and I was hating myself even more. Maybe I should try another method on doing my job, I should have known from the first time we met that a man like Russo doesn’t have anything to offer me. I dressed quickly, slipping into a sleek black dress suitable for another day at the office, though today, the thought of work left me less than enthused. Russo had always been the man of few words in the morning, but today he seemed to take it to a new level, ignoring my presence as if I were a mere shadow.We exchanged
It had been a week since Russo had left for that business meeting. A week of silence, a week of feeling his absence like a phantom limb, a week of confusion and growing attachment that I was reluctant to admit.I should have known that a man like Russo who would always accuse me of running would do the exact same thing once he gets the chance. I was really giving him multiple grace to be honest. I shouldn’t but let’s say my mission requires it. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I wrap up this stupid party and head back home. On one hand, I was plagued by the realization that my heart had inexplicably found a place for Russo, even as I knew I had to find a way to sever the burgeoning connection. On the other, I felt an overwhelming guilt for not making more progress with my mission. I knew it took time, often years, to build the kind of influence needed to bring Russo down. But with him too present from my life for this long, my focus had been anything but steady. I was getting lost
As I carefully applied the cool, soothing lotion to my skin, I heard a soft knock on the door. My heart quickened as I recognized Russo's voice. "Alissa, can I come in?""Of course," I replied, my voice slightly trembling. I quickly wiped my hands on a towel and turned to face the door, feeling a mixture of surprise and anticipation.Russo entered, his eyes roaming over the skincare products on my vanity and the soft light that bathed the room. "You're still up?"I nodded, a little flustered by his unexpected visit. "Couldn't sleep."His gaze lingered on me as I continued my skincare routine, a mix of serums and creams to keep my skin healthy and glowing. "I see. Alissa, did that guy, hurt you earlier?"I met Russo's gaze, my surprise growing. "No, he didn't hurt me. He was just... odd."Russo's expression softened with relief, and he exhaled. "Good. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if he had."I placed the final touches on my skincare routine, feeling Russo's presence linger in the ro
"Romero, leave."The tone of Russo's command was unmistakable, a clear indication that he wanted his subordinate gone. But as the seconds ticked by, I could sense Romero's reluctance, the palpable tension hanging in the air. I was scared, i had no idea what this man could do to me and the fact that is face wasn’t giving any hint even scared me more. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, and Romero emerged. He shot me a lingering, piercing glance, his dark eyes a mix of anger and suspicion, before he reluctantly departed, the door clicking shut behind him. Romero wanted to hear my verdict, and if anything, I was grateful that he wasn’t letting him stay. I couldn't help but hold my breath as Russo turned his attention to me, his eyes sharp and probing. Somehow, beneath those orbs, I could see traces of the man that would believe me. I had to give it my all, I would try to manipulate my way out of this and be very careful next time. "Alissa, what were you doi
The atmosphere at the office had shifted, growing heavy with an unspoken tension. It had been days since Russo had come to my room, and his cold indifference weighed on me like a stone in my chest. It was as if a wall had risen between us, one that I couldn't scale, no matter how hard I tried. I tried talking to him once and the reaction was something I wouldn’t want to ever experience again, it was something I couldn’t mention. I hated how it dictated my entire mood for the whole day. Somehow protecting Romero had cost me my relationship with Russo, now I can’t take back my words and I’m back to being treated like an outsider. At work, Russo's behavior was even more disconcerting. He no longer lingered by my side, didn't seek out those moments of solitude we had shared. His replies to my inquiries were curt, and his gaze barely met mine. He wasn’t even interested in whatever I was working on. Each day, his distance became more pronounced, and the sinking feeling that I was losing