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Chapter 36: Nick of Time
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Nora’s POVI wake up to the shrill ring of my phone vibrating against my skull underneath my pillow.I pick it up, already feeling an headache brewing.I squint at the screen through blurry, swollen eyes.4:03 p.m.Elias.My stomach drops.I swipe to answer, voice hoarse from crying myself raw last night.“Hey—”“Did you know Mikhail is here in Houston, Nora?”The world stops.His voice is pure fury, sharp enough to cut.I sit up too fast, head spinning.“Elias—”“Are you fucking serious?!” he explodes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? And why the hell is Caleb calling me, losing his mind, saying that bastard dropped you off last night? Have you been in contact with him? Who am I kidding—of course you have!”My mouth opens.Nothing comes out.Words tangle in my throat like barbed wire.“Elias, let me explain—”“Explain what?!” he roars. “That my own sister has been seeing the man who ruined our lives? That you let him drive you home? That you had a fight with Cale
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Mikhail’s POV – Olga’s Ranch House, Friday afternoonThe drive to Babya’s ranch is forty-five minutes of open road and silence.No convoy today.No Dmitri in the passenger seat.Aleksei had left on the first flight back home. His father and uncle had called him up for family business.Just me, the Porsche, and the weight of everything I’m carrying.I haven’t slept.Not since the bar.Not since I held Nora while she shook in my arms, blood on the floor and fear in her eyes.Not since I dropped her home and watched Caleb waiting on the porch like a fucking golden retriever.I grip the wheel tighter.The ranch appears at the end of a long gravel drive: white fences, horses grazing, the house sprawling and warm like it’s been waiting for me my whole life.Babya is on the porch when I pull up, apron tied, hair in a loose bun, smiling like she’s been expecting me for days.Because she has.I’ve been dodging her calls since the day she had lunch with Nora.I couldn’t face her.
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Nora’s POVThe ride back from the bar is a blur of flashing lights and Mikhail’s hand on my knee, steady and possessive, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.I don’t push it away.I’m too exhausted, too numb from the blood and screams and gunshots still ringing in my ears.The shooter—a low-level thug from one of the gangs, high on God-knows-what—had been arrested before Mikhail even stepped inside, but the damage was done.Broken glass everywhere.A man dead on the floor.Lola shaking in my arms until Aleksei showed up and bundled her into his SUV like she was precious cargo.Mikhail’s driver pulls up to my apartment building, the engine purring soft in the quiet street.I stare at the familiar steps, the flickering porch light, and feel like a stranger in my own life.Mikhail’s voice cuts through the haze.“Goodnight, krasotka.”I don’t look at him.Just nod and open the door.The cool night air hits my face as I step out.Then I see him.Caleb.Sitting on m
Under The Devil's Eyes Chapter 36: Nick of Time
Mikhail’s POVI’m in the middle of a conference call with Moscow when the text comes through.The room is dark except for the glow of the screens: Dmitri on one, Aleksei on another, Viktor’s encrypted line patched in from God-knows-where.We’re discussing Lucien Hayes.We’ve been discussing him for weeks.Every lead ends in smoke.Every name turns up dead or missing.He’s a ghost.A ghost with my name on his list.And Nora’s.I’m about to tell Viktor to double the bounty when my personal phone vibrates on the desk.Nora's number. Interesting,as she had never texted me before.I pick up my phone,then I see the message.HELP! TROUBLE AT THE BAR!!!From her.Nora.The world narrows to a single point.Everything else—Viktor’s voice, Aleksei’s questions, the city outside—vanishes.I’m already moving.I stand so fast the chair slams into the wall.“Dmitri,” I bark. “The Blue Tile. Now. Full team. Call the police.”He’s on his feet instantly.Aleksei’s eyes narrow. “
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