Se connecterJENNIE’S POVThe next morning, the air in the university felt thick, like moments before a massive storm. I sat in my usual seat at the back of the lecture hall, my skin still stinging from where the trash had scraped against my arms. I tried to focus on my notes but my hands were trembling. Every time I heard a shuffle, I expected to see Alison attempting to mean mug me from across the class.Suddenly a strange commotion erupted in the hallway. It wasn’t the usual sound of students going to the next lecture , it was a heavy, rhythmic thud of boots and the sound of people shouting in alarm.My father stopped mid-sentence, as the double doors of the classroom were kicked open.The entire class was silent.Four men walked in. They were dressed in dark, sharp suits that looked out of place in a room full of sweatshirts and denim. In the center was Ivan. He looked like a ghost of the man I had left in the mansion. His arm was in a sling hidden beneath his jacket, and his face was pale, bu
JENNIE’S POVThe mansion was a fortress of cold marble and high security, tucked away behind iron gates that felt more like prison bars than a grand entrance.Everything about the house screamed power, but as I sat in the hallway outside the medical wing, it felt empty. Luka and the others had moved Ivan inside quickly, their faces grim as they carried his limp body past me.I waited for hours, my hands still stained with his blood. When the doctor finally emerged, he simply nodded. I did not wait for permission before I pushed past him.Ivan was awake, propped up against a mountain of white pillows. His shoulder was a thick mass of bandages, his skin was dangerously pale, but his green eyes were sharp.They locked on to mine the moment I stepped into the room, filled with a look I couldn’t quite name.“Why?” He whispered, his voice was dry. “You should have listened, stayed with Luka where it was safe.”I walked to the side of the bed, my knees trembling. "I couldn't leave you. I wo
JENNIE’S POVThe docks were a maze of rusted shipping containers, the smell of dead fish and diesel fuel. Every crack of gunfire echoed off the metal walls, making it impossible to tell where the danger was coming from. Luka had tried to keep me in the car, but the moment I saw Ivan’s silhouette move towards the center of the pier, my feet moved on their own.I couldn’t stay in the dark. I couldn’t wait for a report that might never come. I ducked behind a stack of wooden pallets, my breath hitching as I watched the scene unfold. It was a blood bath. Ivan was moving like a force of nature, he was taking hits.Firstly a pipe to the ribs, a graze to the thighs, but he was winning. He fought desperately, with an animal-like ferocity and it made my stomach churn, yet I could not look away. He was reclaiming his empire one punch and gunshot at a time.Then, he saw me.Across the expanse of the concrete pier, his green eyes locked onto mine. For a fraction of a second, the warrior vanishe
JENNIE’S POVThe drive back to the city was nothing like the frantic escape from the night before. We were in a different vehicle now, a nondescript silver truck that smelled of stale tobacco and cold air. Ivan sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the unfolding road, while I huddled in the back. The silence between us was no longer heavy with tension, it was thick with the grim reality of what was about to happen.Ivan had spent the last hour on his burner phone, speaking in rapid, low Russian. The name Viktor was a recurring curse in his sentences, spat out like a piece of lead.Every time he spoke his hands would subconsciously drop to the heavy weapon on his hip, his fingers drumming against the leather holster.“We are close,” Ivan said, turning slightly in his seat to look at me. The morning light caught the sharp angles of his face, making the green of his eyes look like shattered glass.“When we reach perimeter, you stay with Luka in second car. You do not leave his s
JENNIE’S POVThe air in the cabin shifted instantly. It became cold, sharp, and electric. Ivan didn’t move a muscle, but the way he looked at the door told me he was ready to kill whatever stepped through it. He looked like a man made of stone, his green eyes narrowed into slits.“Ivan”, Nikolai’s voice came again, followed by a light mocking laugh. “Is that any way to greet your little brother? I spent three days digging through the garbage of this city to find you.”Ivan did not lower the gun. “Luka, let him in if he’s alone.”The door creaked open, complaining of its rusted hinges. A man stepped into the light who looked like a younger, leaner reflection of Ivan. He had the same dark hair and the same striking grey eyes that I had once thought Ivan possessed, but there was a frantic, unstable energy about him.He looked like a wire pulled too tight, vibrating with a force he couldn't control.Nikolai stepped inside, his gaze immediately darting from Ivan to me. He froze, his head
JENNIE’S POVThe truck felt like a cage, the suspension was shot, sending a jolt through my spine every time Luka hit a pothole, but I didn’t dare complain. Outside the glass, the familiar skyline of the city was being replaced by skeletal trees and rusted warehouses that looked like they hadn’t seen a coat of paint since the eighties.Ivan was silent. He had let go of my hand to lay a fresh clip into his handgun, his movements were mechanical and hypnotic. He didn't look like the man who had asked me about my school or eaten my soup anymore. He looked like the head of the Russian mafia that the news reports always warned about.“How much further?” I asked, my voice cracking.“Not long”, Ivan said. He didn’t look at me, but he reached out and rested his heavy hand on my knee. It was a grounding weight, though his eyes remained fixed on the road behind us.“Luka, take dirt path by water, they will struggle with mud if they follow us.”Luka nodded, wrenching the steering wheel to the r







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