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
The drive back to the apartment was silent. Out of necessity for Jozef whose hands had to be on the wheel, but Shaun could have spoken. Instead, she gazed out the passenger side window without saying a single word to him. Jozef was frustrated by the gulf separating them. The feelings were all still there, but the situation had changed. The power dynamic had shifted. Jozef could use physical force to keep her with him, but she didn't have to comply. She could resist his efforts to keep her in line and he wouldn't lift a finger against her. She was wrong about one thing though. The misery wouldn't last. In time she would settle into the life he wanted for her. She'd started to come around a year ago. The last thing she'd told him before being taken to the hospital was that she loved him. He knew from her counselling sessions that he'd been constantly on her mind during their separation. She wore his mother's ring during their time apart, only taking it off for surgery, and
"Are you sure that was a smart move?" Havel asked, catching up with Jozef. "It was satisfying to see that cockroach bleeding on the ground, but the Prime Minister has powerful allies. We don't want to go to war with him." We aren't going to war, my friend, we're establishing battle lines. He knows that he can't get away with threats and intimidation. Now he'll try a softer approach. It will mean we can ask for more money. Havel grinned, flashing his white teeth as they headed onto the club floor. "You know what you're doing." I know what I'm doing, Jozef agreed. But if that idiot involves Shaun ever again, his boss will be fishing him out of the river. "Agreed," Havel said grimly. They were headed toward the back of the club when they were waylaid by an agitated waitress. Her name was Yvetta and she'd been working at Zmatek for three years. Though Jozef didn't hire the club staff, except for security, he had complete files on everyone who worked th
Shaun stared out the window of the apartment, desperately wishing she could see what was happening on the sidewalk. It had been thirty minutes since she was whisked up the back stairs of the club and into Jozef's suite. She'd didn't have a chance to ask what was going on when the door was slammed shut and she was locked inside. That was when Shaun discovered she could be locked in the apartment with some kind of lock that only the person on the other side could access. Shaun decided she would be angry about it later once she determined that Jozef was safe. With a sigh she moved away from the window. She couldn't see anything from her vantage point. It drove her crazy that Jozef was doing something potentially dangerous while she was stuck upstairs. What if he was shot? Or what if he shot someone else? She should be down on the ground helping with any injuries. She walked into the bedroom, reaching back to unzip her dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped
After a brief discussion, it was decided that Fitzy would stay with Shaun. Though he tolerated Fatima, he had only ever bonded with Shaun, making his care difficult for anyone else. Jozef didn't seem to mind having the cat in his apartment, though when Fitzy hissed at him, Jozef growled back. After the exchange, the two seemed to settle into keeping a wary and mutual distance. The next few days passed quickly for Shaun who spent most of her time with her mother. Shaun had been given permission to go between the floors any time she wanted as long as she had Karl with her. He seemed to take his new babysitting duties in stride, diligently passing on all of Shaun's requests. Unlike their apartment, the one Fatima now inhabited was quite sparse. Shaun suspected it was originally meant to house another of Jozef's men but was currently empty. It was a smaller version of Jozef's suite with an open kitchen, dining room and living room. While Jozef and Shaun's place had two bedr
Saskia walked fast with her head down, her books clutched to her chest. Damn, it was getting cold. She was more of a warm weather girl. She preferred sun and beaches, crackling fireplaces and her bed. It was days like this that she regretted her decision to take university courses in the city. Her parents had tried to convince her to take her courses online at the mansion. She'd insisted that her education would be subpar if she wasn't allowed to take her classes in person. They'd relented and allowed her to go to the Charles University in Prague as long as she kept her guards nearby at all times. Her father had gone to the dean of the university and told him of their unique situation, with a sizable donation to soothe any ruffled feathers. Saskia hated that her family had gotten involved in the one thing she was attempting to do for herself. She'd bitten her tongue though and accepted her bodyguards. She allowed them to follow her, unwilling to risk her university care