Shaun spent the rest of the flight in silent misery, guilt eating her up every time she thought of her mother. Maybe she shouldn't have called. But then, the call hadn't been for Shaun, it had been for her mother. Fatima knew her daughter was alive, which was the only thing that mattered. If Shaun had to feel shame and guilt so her mother could rest easy, then so be it. She couldn't explain why she was in love with a man who was more monster than human, and the tailspin of emotion was eating her up. The darkness that had shaped most of Jozef's life had also shaped their relationship. For him, kidnapping, beating people, killing them, it was all part of his job. For her, it was unthinkable. How on earth did he think they could be compatible together? She would be utterly miserable if she were forced to accept the type of life he lived. She would become a shadow of herself. All her convictions, values, her life's work, would mean nothing. She would be trading it all in for
Shaun was so deeply asleep, that when she finally woke up it took her several minutes to figure out where she was, let alone what the sound was that had woken her up. She squinted at the unholy bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was starting to see a distinct drawback to the floor-to-ceiling type of windows. While they provided spectacular views at night, they were eye-searing devils during the harsh light of day. Bang, bang, bang. Shaun jumped and looked around, still disoriented, tangled in a pile of blankets and wondering where Jozef was. The sound came again, and she realized that someone was knocking on the apartment door. Kicking the blankets away, Shaun climbed off the bed and stood, swaying on the spot. She'd slept so hard she hadn't woken up once, apparently not even when Jozef left. She was a little annoyed at his disappearance. He went straight from prison to an airport, flew to Canada to collect Shaun and flew all the way ba
Good work, Jozef signed to Havel as they toured the new operations center that had been set up on the third floor, above the club. He'd asked Havel from inside the prison to direct the removal of Jozef's belongings and his team from the Koba estate. He'd also asked Havel to create an operations center that would rival what the men were used to when doing jobs for Krystoff. Havel had exceeded expectations. The space was designed to look like a high-end office with board rooms, cubicles and desks. The entire floor had been opened up, the removal of walls creating an open concept. One end of the floor was dedicated to their tech equipment and the two men who operated from the office while the teams were in the field. There, the similarities to an office ended. A locked and coded cage contained their weapons. His men carried personal weapons at all times, but the heavy stuff was kept in the cage. Next to the cage was a sparring area covered with rubber matting. Alon
Shaun spent the day alone, growing progressively more frustrated. She paced, she went through the kitchen, helping herself to a lunch of glazed chicken over rice. It was delicious and she wondered again where it had come from. Did Jozef have a cook, or a housekeeper? There had been a ton of staff at the Koba mansion, but here, she hadn't seen anyone in the building except security. She explored the apartment and came to the conclusion it hadn't been used yet. Except for the bed they slept in, most of the furniture and electronics were pristine. The TV remote control still had plastic over it. She peeled it off and turned the TV on, discovering a variety of streaming services and local channels. Glancing over the pots and pans, she realized they were brand new as well. So, the food must have been brought in by some kind of catering service. A thorough search told her there was no house phone. Instead, she found a walk-in closet full of women's clothes, shoes and
When Jozef still hadn't come back by 10:00 PM, Shaun went to bed without him. It felt strange being with him in Prague once more. It was the same as it had been a year before, but also not. Something was different this time; something besides the apartment and their year apart. As she lay in bed, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window at the sprawling cityscape, it hit her. The balance of power had shifted in their relationship. While she was still Jozef's captive, she wasn't afraid of him. Not like she'd been when he'd kidnapped her from Ukraine and held her at the Koba estate. She'd been terrified of him back then. She's seen him kill two men and she couldn't have said with certainty that Jozef wouldn't kill her. Now, things were different. He'd gone straight from prison to an airplane, which took him straight to Shaun. He didn't stop to visit his family and he didn't inspect his new apartment. He flew straight to her because he didn't think he could live without her
Shaun was nervous. Jozef had informed her that morning, before leaving to work with his men for the rest of the day, that they would be spending their evening at the Koba estate. Shaun had tried to ask questions, to find out if they would be safe in the mansion, but Jozef had brushed her off, his demeanour distracted, and had left the apartment. Shaun had spent her day pacing and worrying, wishing she had a phone so she could call Saskia. The younger woman would have no problem giving Shaun the low-down on what to expect. Did the Kobas hate her for ultimately doing what they'd feared she would do; tear their family apart? It didn't matter that it had never been her intention, or that she'd been dragged into the family against her will. She looked at Jozef out of the corner of her eye. He was driving, his brow wrinkled in concentration. She didn't think he was engrossed in the drive but was thinking of whatever he'd done during the day when they were apart. She'd
After they finished eating, Krystoff suggested he and Jozef retire to the study for a drink. Jozef was hesitant. He didn't want to leave Shaun alone. Throughout dinner she'd been tense and jumpy. She was thinking about the poisoning and likely wondering if her would-be murderer was sitting across the table from her. Perhaps it had been too soon to bring her back to the Koba estate, but Jozef was still family. Though his position had shifted, this had been his home for thirty years. His aunt had acted as mother to him, his uncle a father figure. Despite their rift, the Kobas were still the most powerful organization in the Czech Republic. Jozef would have to work with them if he wanted his own budding organization to succeed. He'd far rather be on Krystoff's good side than his bad. Though Jozef had been his enforcer for two decades, growing in both intelligence and brutality, he was under no illusion that his uncle didn't still have a few tricks up his sleeve. If Jozef d
Leeza's heels tapped against the garden stones in a hushed patter as she made her way back to the cottage, her home on the Koba estates. She wasn't in a hurry to get back; not after the look Adam had given her. He hadn't wanted to come to the mansion for supper, but Krystoff had made the invitation mandatory. Adam hated the power Krystoff wielded over the family. Adam was often overridden as the head of his and Leeza's house. Krystoff took a personal hand in the lives of his daughter and grandson. Unfortunately, Krystoff didn't bother to look close enough to see the horrors that went on inside the cottage, which was tucked away on the eastern edge of the estate. After her humiliating marriage to the Koba accountant, Leeza hadn't bothered to educate Krystoff. Not because she didn't think he would care. He would. If he knew what crimes Adam committed against the oldest daughter of the Koba empire, Adam would have become food for the rose garden years ago. No, the