LOGINCHASE.
"And did you get him?" I asked Vadim, my right-hand man and he shook his head.
Incompetent fool.
"So you are saying someone tried to attack our warehouse and you could not catch him, one person?" I groused and he looked like he was going to say something but I cut him off.
"Just one man. And you couldn't catch him" My jaw clenched at the sheer stupidity of what he is saying, none of our rival clan has enough balls to get close to my property I won't just retaliate I will make sure they don't have anything left to fall back on.
Unless it's her.
"We thought it was just a tourist who got lost until he started shooting the guards, the others were able to outnumber him so he left on his bike" Vadim narrated.
"And his license number? The cameras outside?" I probed, if I'm going to go after whoever it was I need to know if it isn't from my brothers back home.
"The camera was destroyed before he came, he must have hacked into it. But one of the injured men who saw him from up close said it's a man, he was wearing a mask so they couldn't see his face" He explained and I nodded.
"Find him, I don't care how you do it but one man can't just be bold enough to attack my men, make sure you have more information about this masked man by the end of the month" I ordered and he nodded.
"And the Carlisles?" I asked, typing on my desktop computer, the grainy picture of a ginger-haired woman was displayed on my screen, my eyes caught the silver ring on her left hand and my fists clenched.
She even dared to wear Kolya's ring, flaunting her treasure from her first kill.
I will enjoy breaking her into pieces.
After Vadim suggested the marriage deal, I accepted because I know that's the only way I will have absolute control over her but seeing my brother's ring on her finger makes me want to crack that skull open and watch her bleed before the lights fade from her pretty eyes.
Watch the crimson soak her ginger hair and -
"We have been told Don Carlisle informed his daughter of the marriage deal" Vadim voiced out interrupting my thoughts and I nodded uninterested in the details.
The Don didn't hesitate when we offered to call a truce on those terms, I was hoping he would resist or reject my offer so I could kill the bastard but Vadim is a smart fucker he was able to make it look like we really wanted peace.
But the Don is supposed to know that's bullshit if he's smart, or he doesn't care about his daughter. That would explain why he would have his daughter over to the enemy on a silver platter.
What if I chop her head off and send it to him instead?
But she has such a pretty dainty neck, I have never met Sloane Carlisle before not even with the bad blood between us. I never cared enough to see what she looked like. I only want her dead.
Gone.
Erased.
I don't give a shit if she's beautiful or not, but after seeing how she looks made me understand why they call her a devilish angel.
She has a stunning face, with the layered ginger hair and ethereal teal color eyes, pale skin, oval-shaped face, and red lips. A bit too tall for a woman, she's 5'10 with a curvy slender body.
She has a soft kind of beauty like that of an angel but I knew better, she murdered Kolya in cold blood when she was just a fucking minor.
I wasn't bothered by her beauty, I have seen countless beautiful women so this one doesn't make any difference, if she tries anything stupid I will slit her throat the same way she did with my brother.
I still remember that day when I saw him, his cold body, his wide empty eyes, and the dried teardrop on his cheek.
It has haunted me since that night. I wanted her gone even at that moment but Father insisted we wait, Sokolovs don't do impulsivity.
Everything we do is meticulously planned and perfectly executed.
So I waited for years to finally get my revenge only for me to hear the Bravta was against me taking over my father's position as the Pakhan's right-hand man because I don't have a wife. I was livid when I heard the rumors and Vadim confirmed that it was true.
I wasn't going to let them push me to the side and ruin all my father had worked for with such a silly reason.
They wanted me to get married so I will grant their wish.
Then Vadim suggested I kill two birds with one stone, get married, and have my revenge at the same time.
From what I heard she doesn't like to be told what to do, too bad I'm controlling.
Vadim walked out of my study and I carried the glass of vodka close to my computer taking a long sip before I put it back. Today was terribly boring.
My phone started vibrating and I scowled when I saw that it was the men I put in charge of the hotel my latest investments, this would be the first time they were calling me instead of Vadim.
"What is it?" I snapped as soon as I picked up.
"Sir, there has been a breach," The man at the other end said and I sat upright using my other hand to type on my computer.
"Who is the intruder?" I asked calmly as I hacked into the hotel cameras, I watched as a woman wearing a black shirt and black jeans with a face mask concealing her identity walked into the lobby with a black bag.
That wasn't what made her stand out, it's her ginger hair.
I can recognize that hair anywhere even if I just saw it, the silk strand shines in the light even with the grainy picture I knew who it was and my instincts are always right, and the precise steps of a dangerous woman on a mission.
"Make sure you catch her," I ordered coldly. I was curious to know what she was doing on the stairs.
I watched as she got out of the elevator and paused when she saw the camera, then flipped off whoever she thought was watching.
Brave little thing, I would give her that.
"Let her go, she's leaving already so find out what she did with the stairs" I added and hung up on him calling Kazmir instantly.
"I want you to follow Sloane Carlisle, she just left my hotel, find out where she's going to" I instructed and he grunted a reply at the other end.
"And Kazmir-"
One moment I was watching my men move around and the next they flew back then the camera went blank.
"I think we both know what she just did to the hotel," Kazmir said and I could hear the shuffling in the background despite the rage simmering inside me with the loud roaring in my head.
She blew up my hotel.
"Change of plans, bring her to me dead or alive make sure she's here in fifteen minutes"
SLOANEI hate how he acts sometimes. I really hate it. He's pulling me, and I don't even know if there are actually people coming or if he's just being paranoid, but that doesn't mean he can drag me around.I can hear it, though. The cars are getting closer and louder. My brain finally catches up.He is in trouble and we have to leave immediately, but he doesn’t get into trouble. This sounded serious. "No." I dragged my hand back, but his grip was strong. "Sloane, we don't have time…." He yelled."I said no." I pulled harder, and I got free. "I'm not going with you."I turned around, and he looked at me like I'd stabbed him. "What?""I'm not going," I said with my voice shaking. I was angry and scared. "You want to run? Fine. But I'm staying.""Sloane, they're coming. They'll—" he started saying something else, but I cut him off."I don't care." I meant it, maybe because everything was moving too fast. "You humiliated me last night, you made me feel like nothing. So why should I g
CHASEI heard the vibration. My phone didn't stop buzzing—like a bee trapped somewhere.It pulled me out of—well, I wasn't even sleeping for it to pull me out of anything.I was thinking about Sloane all night, and how I ruined it. I grabbed my phone and realized it was Vadim. God. "What," I said, my voice was hoarse. "They know." His voice sounded wrong. Too tight, strained. "Mark's people. They found out about the murder."I sat up fast. The room spun a little. "What?""They know you killed him. That it wasn't the Volkovs like we said." He was breathing weird, shallow and quick. "They hit one of our warehouses. Killed some of my guys. This is—Chase, this is bad."Mark. Shit. My cousin Mark who I killed because—because my father told me to. I made it look like Volkov work so there wouldn't be family drama.Guess that didn't work."How many dead?" I was already moving, getting out of bed."Three. Maybe four." He paused, and I could hear voices in the background. "They left a messa
SLOANEI barely made it to my room. I could feel it building the whole way up the stairs—that hot tightness in my throat, pressure behind my eyes. I held it together till the door shut.Then I just cried. I sat on the bed like an idiot. Like some stupid girl who'd convinced herself things meant something they didn't. Over a guy who'd made it clear what this was. What I was. And I'd still gone and hoped for something different.The party. God. I spent all day on it. All day with Natalia cooking, decorating, planning. My hands still smell like garlic and ginger from those dumplings.The spring rolls. I drove across town for those. The good ones from Fifth Street. I timed it so they'd be warm. Had Natalia keep him busy while I set everything up. It made it special.What a joke. I should have known. I should have remembered the last time I tried getting into his world—asking to work with him, getting shut down, offered some bullshit desk job like I was a problem to manage.But that night
CHASEI finally got back home around six twenty five. I had my suspicions but I waved it off. The moment I saw the house being lit up like fucking Christmas when it was still months away- I should have known something was up. It felt like we were hosting something or someone. I ignored the thoughts because my head was somewhere else. And that somewhere else was one of my workers, Connor. I remember his face when I caught him, I can still feel my knuckles when I connected it to his jaw. I could still hear his lies and how pathetic they all sound, I had the evidence right in front of him and he tried to lie. It has been three months since he had been stealing from me, the goods, the deliveries that he took over half of the profit, diverting sales back into his own account. I had been so busy that I hadn’t noticed, it was all because of Sloane and because of the drama at hand with my father and Mark. I had been distracted to even see what was happening, it was happening right un
SLOANE. My days were the same, sometimes there was no difference. If I ever did write a biography of mine? I wonder what I would write, my days are always the same, the patterns are the same and the words? They may be different but they always mean the same. So most times I read books, I get lost in worlds where the words match something I had never experienced and something I might never experience. Right now I was in the library, it’s funny because I had never seen Chase there before, or even had his guards over here. I was reading a book, it was about two teenagers who fell in love and hid it from everyone, they had the perfect secret love and it was going well, until someone ruined it. A common friend but somehow they found themselves again, and I was in the chapter where he yearned for her so much that he travelled just to see her. The female main character was one that was quiet and reserved, she didn’t move with everyone, she was labeled but someone they found each other.
CHASE. “The meeting is in ten minutes, this document has all the details but I will be right there with you, it’s the client we travelled to see some weeks ago.” Vadim said as we walked into the new office, It was still in the outskirts of town, but there was a bigger room for meetings and what not. I hated how this was all moving fast. This time we have made better plans and how to adjust them properly. I rubbed my temples as I sat down, I gulped and signaled the guard at the door to get me a drink. “I hope this meeting isn’t going to be a fucking waste of time, he wants the goods? He needs to pay. Tell Gerald he needs to change his hand boys, they aren’t good at what they do. I have to pay cops all the time, it’s a hassle.” I complained, when the guard brought the drink, he wanted to pour it for me.“Leave it, I can handle myself.” I waved him off, I sat down at the edge of the long table; I had six guards in the room, two at each of the three doors, double doors.Vadim sat d







