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Authoress Kemira
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 10.06.2026 07:30:49

Nikolai’s POV

Dawn bled across the northern hills like a fresh wound, painting the sky in streaks of red and gold. Perfect. Blood skies for the day The Ghost would finally die.

I crouched at the mouth of the service tunnel, Viktor’s override codes already burning through the first security layer on my wrist device.

The air was damp and cold, heavy with the scent of earth and rust. Behind me, twenty of my best—elite shadows armed with the weapons we’d stolen from Elias’s own shipment, waited in
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  • The Mafia King's Collateral    You always are

    Liora’s POVThe days after our return settled into a beautiful, careful rhythm. Mornings belonged to Alora, her giggles filling the dining room as she demanded Nikolai carry her on his shoulders around the table. Afternoons often pulled him into the war room, but evenings were ours again. Soft. Intentional. A quiet rebellion against the shadows that still lingered at the edges of our world.This morning, I found him in the study earlier than usual, staring at a tablet with that familiar crease between his brows. The Reaper was hovering close again. I could see it in the set of his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened as he read the latest report on Elias’s remaining fragments.I didn’t knock. I simply walked in, slipped behind his chair, and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind. My cheek pressed to his temple.“Come back to me, baby,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear.He exhaled slowly, the tension easing as he set the tablet down and pulled me around into

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    I'm just happy

    Liora’s POVThe moment the wheels touched down on familiar ground, my heart began racing with a beautiful mix of excitement and nerves. The island had felt like a dream — endless blue skies, soft kisses, and a version of Nikolai I’d fallen impossibly deeper in love with. But home meant Alora. It meant reality. And after everything we’d healed on that island, I was terrified and thrilled to see how our new light would hold up in the world that had tried so hard to break us.Nikolai’s hand never left mine during the drive back to the mansion. His thumb stroked slow, reassuring circles over my knuckles, and every few minutes he’d lift my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there like he needed the constant reminder that I was real.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, gray eyes searching my face in the dim interior of the armored SUV.“I’m just… happy,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder. “And a little scared that the shadows will feel heavier after tasting so much sun.”He tilte

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Mine

    Liora’s POVThe last morning on the island felt like a gentle sigh from the universe — soft golden light spilling through the curtains, the distant sound of waves whispering goodbye. I woke slowly to the heavenly aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries, and the feeling of warm, reverent lips brushing across my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose.“Wake up, moya koroleva,” Nikolai murmured, his deep voice wrapped around me like a blanket. “I couldn’t let our last day start without spoiling you one more time.”I opened my eyes to find our bedroom transformed into something out of a fairytale. Rose petals in soft pinks and creams were scattered across the sheets and floor. A beautiful rolling cart stood beside the bed, loaded with all my favorites — ripe strawberries glistening with dew, warm croissants, yogurt drizzled with golden honey, fresh fruit salad, and perfectly brewed coffee steaming in elegant cups.Nikolai sat propped against the headboard, shirtless and breathtaking, ho

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Just us honey

    Liora’s POVWe decided to stay one extra day.The minor call from home had been handled efficiently the night before, and neither of us was ready to leave this bubble of sunlight and healing just yet. Nikolai had looked at me over breakfast, gray eyes soft with quiet longing, and simply said, “One more day. Just us.”I had kissed him in answer. One more day of freedom. One more day of falling impossibly deeper.The morning began with sunrise yoga on the wide terrace overlooking the sea. I had convinced him to try it with me, spreading two mats on the warm stone as the sky painted itself in soft pinks and golds. I moved through the gentle poses with ease, breathing in the salty air. Nikolai, however…“My strong, powerful king,” I teased, biting back laughter as he attempted downward dog and nearly toppled sideways. His powerful frame, all broad shoulders and corded muscle, looked comically out of place trying to balance. “You’re supposed to breathe, not grunt like you’re interrogatin

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    You have my heart

    Liora’s POVThe coastal town was a dream — narrow cobblestone streets lined with pastel-colored shops, colorful awnings fluttering in the sea breeze, and the distant sound of waves mixing with soft chatter. Nikolai had arranged everything discreetly: a private car, minimal security blending into the background, and a light disguise for us both simple sunglasses and casual clothes that somehow still made him look unfairly regal.I felt like a normal woman walking hand-in-hand with her husband, not the queen of a mafia empire. And Nikolai? He looked lighter, happier, stealing glances at me every few steps like he couldn’t believe this was real.“You’re spoiling me already,” I teased as we stepped into the first boutique, a charming little shop filled with flowing sundresses in every color imaginable.His gray eyes sparkled with mischief. “This is only the beginning, moya koroleva. Let me.”He spoiled me shamelessly.Dress after dress found its way into my arms — soft fabrics in shades

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    You make me better

    Liora’s POVThe rain had lightened to a gentle drizzle overnight, but the morning air still carried a cool dampness that clung to the villa. I woke to the sound of Nikolai coughing — a deep, rough sound that immediately pulled me from sleep. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, brow furrowed even in rest.I sat up quickly, pressing my hand to his forehead. Warm. Too warm.“Baby,” I whispered, worry threading through my chest. “You’re sick.”He cracked one gray eye open, trying to give me that signature smirk, but it came out weak. “Just a cold. The rain… nothing the Reaper can’t handle.”My heart squeezed. Seeing him — this powerful, unbreakable man — looking vulnerable and flushed made me ache. I hated it. After everything he’d done for us, I wanted to take care of him the way he always took care of me.“You stay right here,” I said firmly, kissing his temple. “No arguments. I’m making you soup.”He tried to protest, reaching for me, but another cough stopped him.

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Just us

    Liora's POV The morning sun felt almost kind on the estate grounds. Maria led us through wide stone paths lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. Huge gardens stretched out like something from a dream — bursts of red and white roses, marble fountains spraying gentle arcs of water that sparkled in

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Morning Light

    Liora's POV Sunlight pierced the heavy velvet curtains like it had no right to be there. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that icy gray gaze dragging over my body in the study. The silk robe still lay draped over the chair where I’d dropped it last night, a silen

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    First Night's Rules

    Liora's POV The black silk robe felt like a punishment.I tied the thin belt with shaking fingers, the fabric whispering against my bare skin. No bra. No panties. Nothing but this flimsy shield between me and whatever the Mafia King planned to do with me tonight.Ogura’s mocking video still echoe

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Into the Lion's Den

    Liora's POV The black SUV smelled like expensive leather and barely contained danger.I sat rigid in the back seat, Alora pressed so tightly against my side that I could feel her little heart racing. The video of Ogura mocking me still played on loop in my mind, his laughter, the other woman’s mo

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