เข้าสู่ระบบMikhail’s hand stayed tight on Bella’s waist and his body felt like stone against hers. Across the room, Marco Rossi lowered his glass after the mocking toast and smiled like they were old friends.“Stay close,” Mikhail said again, voice low.Bella nodded and she could feel the tension in his arm. The music changed to a slower song and couples moved closer on the dance floor.Mikhail pulled her tighter. “He’s watching us.”“I know,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “Let him watch. You’re mine.”They kept dancing. Mikhail’s hand slid lower on her back, fingers brushing the bare skin where the red dress dipped. Every time he moved, his body pressed against hers hard and possessive.A man in a black suit approached them and he spoke quietly to Mikhail. “Sir, there’s a call in the office. It’s important.”Mikhail’s jaw tightened. “Now?”“Yes, sir.”Mikhail looked at Bella. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in two minutes.”She grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t
Bella stood in front of the full-length mirror while the stylist adjusted the back of her dress. The red fabric was silky and expensive. It hugged her body tight and dipped low in the back, showing off every mark Mikhail had left on her skin. Bite marks. Fingerprints. All of them on full display.“I can’t wear this,” she said.Mikhail leaned against the doorframe, with his arms crossed. He wore a black tuxedo that made him look even more dangerous than usual.“You can and you will,” he said.She turned around. “Everyone will see the marks.”“Good.” He walked over and ran his fingers down her bare spine. “Let them see. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”Bella shivered under his touch. “This is a bad idea. I don’t belong at a fancy gala.”“You belong wherever I say you do.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “Tonight the whole city needs to understand you’re mine. Especially Rossi’s people.”She looked at him through the mirror. “You’re using me as a message.”“I’m s
Bella stayed curled against Mikhail’s chest, with her hand still resting on her stomach. The chain around her neck felt warmer now, almost comforting. She closed her eyes and listened to his steady breathing and for a moment everything felt quiet. Safe.Mikhail kissed the top of her head. “You should rest more.”“I’m okay,” she said.He didn’t argue but he ust held her tighter.A knock came on the door and this time, it was sharp and urgent.Mikhail sighed. “Come in.”Viktor stepped inside and his face looked tight. “Boss. We have a problem.”Mikhail sat up slowly, keeping Bella against him. “What happened?”Viktor glanced at Bella, then back at Mikhail. “The raid we planned for tonight. Rossi’s men moved everything out two hours ago. They knew exactly where we were hitting.”Mikhail’s body went still. “How?”“Someone talked,” Viktor said. “Again.”Bella felt Mikhail’s arm tighten around her. She sat up straighter.“Who knew about the raid?” Mikhail asked.“Only the inner circle,” Vik
Bella woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet. She opened her eyes slowly and Mikhail was already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hands. Toast, eggs, fresh fruit, and two cups of coffee.“Morning,” he said. His voice was softer than usual.She sat up, pulling the sheet around her chest. “You made breakfast?”“I had it brought up.” He set the tray on her lap. “Eat. You need it after last night.”She looked at the food and her stomach turned a little, but she picked up a piece of toast anyway and took a small bite.Mikhail watched her. “How do you feel?”“Tired,” she said. “But okay.”They ate in quiet for a few minutes and he kept glancing at her and she could feel it.“You were good yesterday,” he said. “At the range. And in the warehouse.”Bella looked down at her plate. “I killed someone.”“You protected us.” he said, searching her eyes.She nodded but didn’t say anything else. The memory still sat heavy in her chest.Mikhail reached over and br
Bella couldn't stop looking at her hands. She kept wiping them on the hoodie, over and over and the red streaks faded but she could still feel it. Still feel the warmth that had no business being there.The man on the warehouse floor hadn't moved but she knew he wouldn't. She knew that but she kept not looking at him and then looking anyway like some part of her brain needed to keep confirming it was real.Mikhail stepped in front of her and blocked the view. "Bella."She looked up at him without saying a word."That's my girl," he said again and quieter this time like it was just for her.She shook her head. "I killed him.""You saved me." He said."That's not–" Her voice broke and she pressed her lips together. "I killed someone, Mikhail."He put both hands on her face and his thumbs moved across her cheeks and she realized she was crying because she hadn't felt it start."He had his gun at the back of my head," he said. "You saw it and you acted fast. That's the only reason I'm sta
Bella stared at Mikhail's hand covering hers on the elevator button and her hands were warm and steady in his hand like nothing in the world could shake it."You're not going anywhere alone," Mikhail said. "Tonight we end this and on my way."She pulled her hand back. "Your way always ends with someone dead on the floor."He stepped closer and the elevator doors opened because he was standing between them and they didn't dare close on him. "You want Sofia back safe? Then stop fighting me and listen."She looked at the floor and Sofia's face from the photo wouldn't leave her mind. The bruise, the chair, and the look in her eyes that said she was trying very hard not to fall apart."Fine," Bella said. "But I'm coming with you."His jaw went tight. "No."She stepped forward until barely any space was left between them. "She's my sister and not yours. She's mine and I'm not sitting in that room staring at the ceiling while you go handle it."He looked down at her and she could see him run
Bella stared at the phone on the floor. The screen went dark but the words stayed lit in her head. "Come home or the Lobanovs will burn everything you love."She kicked it under the bed and hard enough It skidded across the wood and hit the wall with a thunk. She pushed herself up from the door and
Bella’s knees buckled. She grabbed the wall to stay up. The blood smear on her cheek felt sticky. Mikhail stood too close. His breath mixed with the gunpowder smell.“You can’t just…” she started.He cut her off. “I can. I do.”Viktor called from the room. “Boss? What about the girl?”Mikhail didn’
Mikhail spun her so fast Bella's head whipped around. His body slammed over hers like a wall and glass exploded behind them. Shards rained down and something hot grazed her shoulder, not deep but just sting.She screamed anyway and Mikhail shoved her to the floor, covering her completely. One arm o
Bella wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. She lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Mikhail's arm was heavy across her waist and he was breathing even like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just fucked her again and made her come so hard she saw stars.She shifted a







