A tense silence fell on the table. Shaun's wide gaze moved from Jozef to the man standing next to the table with two bodyguards behind him. She was relieved to see Havel off to the side of the VIP area, his hard gaze on the uninvited guests. She never thought she'd be happy to see Havel, but he was a familiar face who she knew was on Jozef's side should anything happen. Just as the tension grew so thick that Shaun wondered if somehow an enemy had managed to make his way to their table, Jozef's face split into a wide grin and he slapped the table with the palms of his hands, standing to greet the man. He reached out and they shook hands, then clasped shoulders. The man's eyes strayed to Shaun, his gaze lingering speculatively before swinging back to Jozef. "I heard that you have new sweetheart." The man had a thick accent, maybe Russian. Jozef tugged Shaun against his side and nodded at her. She took that as her cue to introduce herself to the stranger. Shaun
"Shaun, stop!" She didn't know who was calling her and she didn't care. The voice gave her the impetus to move faster, pump her arms harder. Shaun had never felt anything like the driving desire she had to escape her current situation. It gave her the ability to run in heels, to run faster and farther than she'd ever run in her life. She ran straight out the back door of the club and into a throng of happy partygoers. She shoved her way past them and continued running through Prague's busy, touristy downtown. It never once occurred to her to stop and beg for help, she just had to run. Shaun could hear shouts coming from behind her, but she didn't look back. She ran until the shouts grew fainter. It took her a moment to realize that there were sobs spilling from her mouth; deep gut-wrenching sobs. Tears wet her face, ruining her make up. Nothing mattered except getting away from Jozef, the bodyguards, the Koba influence. She ran until everything hurt, until h
Once again, Jozef carried Shaun through the house to his suite. This time Shaun didn't care who saw them. She was traumatized by what she'd experienced in the alley and Jozef was her only source of comfort. It didn't matter to her that he was largely responsible for the trauma. She clung to him as though she'd die if he let go. He strode through the mansion, ignoring his aunt's exclamation as she came hurrying down the stairs toward them. "What happened?" Dasha asked sharply. Jozef let out a ferocious growl and continued through the house to his apartment, ignoring Dasha, who rushed after them. Jozef set Shaun down long enough to unlock the door to his suite and then pushed her inside, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it. He ignored his aunt's frustrated exclamation from the other side, took Shaun's hand and pulled her through the sitting room into the bedroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Shaun backed away from him, her previous d
When Jozef looked up at her, his eyes were so dark blue they looked black. He looked like the big bad wolf about to eat a sheep. And she was his meal, staked out on the bed. He stood, his hands dropping to his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped then dropped them to his feet. He wasn't wearing underwear. His penis was an awesome sight. Not because it was the biggest or longest Shaun had ever seen. She was a doctor; she'd seen a lot of cock in her career. It was beautiful though, long, thick and fully erect. No, what drew her was the man himself. His confident nudity. The power emanating from him. He was a conqueror and she was his prize. It suddenly made sense to her, even though it wasn't logical. He'd seen her, he'd wanted her, he'd taken her. Shaun had never experienced that kind of desire. The consuming drive behind a courtship. Maybe their circumstances drove them together. His need for a doctor and her being in the right place at the right time to fulfill hi
Jozef was in trouble. He was falling for his fiance, which was a problem. He could have no weaknesses in his line of work. Mafia wasn't what it used to be, back when there were rules to govern behaviour. When it was a brotherhood. Now there were insidious commonalities among the vicious young mobsters who worked according to their own rules while attempting to set themselves apart. Family was now fair game, human trafficking was wildly popular and substance abuse was rampant. The brotherhood still existed. Krystoff insisted that his own organization observe the old rules. They did not target family; they did not peddle in flesh and they were controlled at all times while on the job. Jozef lived somewhere between worlds. He had to be as harsh, brutal and unfeeling as the rest of his contemporaries if he wanted to stay on top of the game. Any weakness would make him a target. Drugs and alcohol were rampant but he limited himself to the occasional drink, joint, or line of
"Are you listening?" Shaun looked up sharply, a guilty expression on her face. She had not been listening to Dasha; she'd been daydreaming about her night with Jozef. She shivered as she thought about it. He was so intense, so demanding, so different from any man she'd ever known. The sex was glorious and definitely something she wanted to try again. Then guilt hit her like a fist to the chest. She was forgetting her situation, something that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as the days passed. Her mother must be frantic, devastated, sick with worry over her daughter's disappearance. Shaun needed to concentrate on getting a message to Fatima, not daydreaming about her mobster fiance. "I'm sorry," she murmured to Dasha. "My mind was drifting, what were you saying?" Dasha gave her a sharp look. "I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don't want white or silver because obviously we want to
Over the next several days the mansion was turned upside down as they prepared for the engagement party. Servants clogged the hallways as they moved furniture, carried bolts of cloth, brought in brand new kitchen equipment and hauled armloads of groceries. More staff was hired to cook and serve while still more were hired to help the head gardener and his team make sure the grounds were immaculate. The entire weeklong process left Shaun speechless. She couldn't fathom that a party of this opulence and magnitude was being pulled together so quickly. The amount of resources going into an event meant to celebrate the engagement of two people who only met a few weeks ago was simply stunning. Yet no one seemed concerned about the bride and groom's lack of history together. "More flowers arrived." Shaun turned from where she was standing next to a long serving table in the massive ball room. Dasha had tasked her with making sure it was in the correct place. Shaun had n
Security hovered around the couple as they made their way through Prague. Jozef took Shaun to wander down by the beautiful Vltava river and visit nearby tourist sites. He touched her as often as he could, his caresses gentle and solicitous, never crossing the line into darker territory. When he wasn't touching her, he was signing rapidly, giving her information about the sites they were visiting, telling her anecdotes of his youth and guiding her through a city steeped in history. It was an exciting opportunity for a person from Canada, a relatively young country where history could only go back so far. Jozef showed her St. George's Basilica at Prague castle. Built in 920 it was one of the oldest churches in the Czech Republic. As they walked the castle grounds, Jozef pointed at a huge golden chapel, St. Vitus Cathedral, its grand architecture breathtaking as the sun lit up its gold turrets. Shaun watched his hands as he explained, my aunt and uncle were married in this church.