Shackled To Nikolai's Heart

[HAZEL'S POV]My outburst caused a grave silence to fall on the auction hall. Everybody looked shocked. The Slave Master lost his colour. He couldn't believe my audacity. "Why you bitch. Do you know who you're yelling at," he raised his whip to lash at me but Nikolai caught his eyes and casted him a death stare. "Don't you dare," his voice scared the Slave Master white. Things started happening fast. Nikolai turned to his men and ordered. "Take her away to the penthouse. Use the helicopter."Before I knew it, strong arms grabbed me and I was immediately blindfolded and gagged. Someone threw a coat over me to cover my sheer dress and I was led away from the auction hall. The men around me spoke in Russia, making it difficult for me to comprehend what they were saying or what they planned to do to me. My nerves were jumpy and my heart was pounding so hard, threatening to break through my ribs. I thought about my new master, Nikolai. I never dreamt that one day, we would cross pa

[HAZEL'S POV]I had sneaked back home from a friend's party that mom warned me not to go. But I went anyways because I was stubborn. sneaking through my window. I wasn't back until midnight but when I sneaked back in, I met disaster. Blood. On the floor, across the ceiling and splattered against the walls. And there was me at the centre of it all. I stood there, staring at the bodies of my mom, my dad and my brothers sprawled lifelessly across the floor. Three men had broken into the house while I was gone but only one man slaughtered my family. I saw him. He stood over their bodies, his hands dripping with blood with the knife he cut them with.The other men's voices sounded outside my home, urging him to hurry up. We were the only ones inside. We stared at each other. His eyes gleamed like a panther's in the darkness. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. I was dumbstruck with horror. My knees buckled and gave way, forcing me to drop on the floor. He moved toward me, clutch

[NIKOLAI'S POV]"Where are you taking me to?" Hazel demanded. "We're leaving Las Vegas," I responded to her. "I'm taking you to see my family."Hazel stiffened. "Y-your family?""That's right," I paused to read her expression. She was glaring at me. "I got called for a family meeting while you were in the changing room. As head of the Romanov Clan, I must be present and you're coming with me."She glared at me for sometime then looked out the window as we drove past tall buildings. No details were given to me about why a family meeting was issued but I was no fool. I knew why.News go around fast and guys like me with his ears to the ground are the first to receive it. I've been getting calls from various associates whom were being questioned by the secret police and military agents about three shipped crates. Anton, Kwame and Vladimir were the only ones aside me who knew what was going on. I told them I'll give them feedback about the crates after twenty-four hours. I've spent

[NIKOLAI'S POV]I always kept my guard up. Since the day I was born, I've got a sixth sense for danger. I was hyper-aware of everything around me. As I grew older, I trained harder to hone my senses and stay at alert. I could smell trouble a mile away. I could tell when someone's about to take a shot at me. Shockingly, I could even dodge bullets if I have to. Kwame once joked that I've got Spider-senses. Bullshit. I trained my butt off to never loose my guard. In this shady business, you create tons of enemies, and those enemies are always trying to kill you when they got the chance. That is why I'm always on my guard. But whenever I'm with Hazel, I let my guard down. I let my guard down around her because I wanted her to be my end. She's the only person I'll permit to take my life. I misjudged Hazel. It appears she wasn't so weak after all. She could still be a lioness in a kitten's form.After successfully stopping the bleeding, the nurse started stitching up my wound. Wh

[NIKOLAI'S POV]Fuck this. I entered my office, pulled opened the drawers and retrieved my pistol. As usual, it's weight felt heavy in my hand. Almost as if I were lifting a dumbbell. I checked the bullets, satisfied they were loaded. Good. Then I locked the drawers and plopped down on my chair and waited. Minutes dragged by as I stared at my gun. In my twisted mind, I wondered why I haven't done this a long time ago. The demon on my shoulder whispered darkly to me, "Take that bullet and die."I remembered my vow. A vow I'd pledge after pulling a bullet through the head of my father. I vowed to never use a gun again nor spill another drop of blood. In the heat of the revolution I started in the Romanov Clan, I had pledged this very vow before every members of the Clan as I took control as it's new head. A vivid image of me standing on the balcony, facing a hundred members of the Romanov Clan, my father's decapitated head in my hand, flashed through my mind. It's been four y