Semua Bab Marked by the Mob: A Russian Mafia Romance: Bab 41 - Bab 50

 Alessia looked into Nicolai's eyes, seeing the raw hunger mixed with tenderness that made her heart flutter. She felt a surge of desire, a need to be close to him, to feel his strength and warmth. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her skin. Nicolai leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Alessia melted into him, her body pressing against his as their tongues danced together. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of smoke, whiskey, and something uniquely Nicolai. His hands slid down her back, pull

Nicolai ascended the staircase with a stealthy tread, his gun drawn and his senses heightened with every creaking step. He could feel the weight of protecting Alessia heavy on his heart, making every corner a potential threat and every shadow a potential ambush. The fourth-floor landing loomed in his vision as he reached the final step.He pressed against the wall, listening intently for any sounds coming from the other side of the door. The steady drone of a television leaked through, masking any other noises that might betray movement within. With a deep breath, he kicked the door open, his gun aimed at the ready.Inside, two men were perched on a worn-out sofa, their eyes glued to the television. The room reflected a haphazard mess of takeout containers and empty beer cans scattered across the floor. The lingering aroma of grease and alcohol permeated the air. Their guns were resting casually on the coffee table nearby.The men jumped at the sudden intrusion, their eyes widening wi

Nicolai's thoughts were a storm of urgency and concern as he followed Sergei through the dimly lit warehouse. The air was thick with the smell of oil and damp concrete, the hum of machinery a distant echo. They approached a reinforced door at the end of the corridor, the cold, metallic thud of their footsteps echoing ominously through the desolate space.Sergei nodded to the guards stationed outside the interrogation room. They stepped aside, allowing them entry. Inside, Vadim and Ravim stood watch over the two bound men from Dmitri's operation. The captives were tied to chairs, their faces bruised and bloodied from their earlier encounter with Nicolai."Anything yet?" Nicolai asked, a crisp edge to his voice as he surveyed the grim scene."No, Pakhan. They're not talking," Vadim replied, his jaw set in a hard line.Nicolai stepped closer to the captives, his eyes narrowing as he inspected their injuries. "You already know the drill. I will ask once more. What are Dmitri's plans? Wher

Alessia nodded, taking a soft cloth and creating a lather with the spicy-smelling bodywash. Her cheeks pinked as she surveyed him briefly before wiping away all the speckles of red from his hair and his body, taking the opportunity to caress the hills and valleys of his muscular chest and back and study the tattoos she never got tired of looking at. She washed him thoroughly, her hands gliding over his muscular arms, his chest, and down to his chiseled abs. Nicolai stood still, allowing her to tend to him, his eyes never leaving hers.When she reached his hips, she hesitated, her eyes flicking up to his. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Don't stop now, moya zayka. All of me is yours."She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she washed his thighs, her fingers brushing against his hardening length. Nicolai's breath hitched, and he caught her wrist, his grip firm."Enough," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Holding her wrists still, he leaned his head back under the

Nicolai paced the living room of the safe house, his eyes darting to the clock every few minutes. The waiting was agonizing, and the weight of Alessia's fear pressed down on him like a physical force. If Luca was badly injured. If he didn't make it. Nicolai didn't want to think about the consequences.The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside had him rushing to the door and down the back stairs. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. A black SUV parked in front of him and turned off the engine.As the vehicle came to a halt, Nicolai's men stepped out, their expressions grim. Sergei approached him, his hands stained with blood. "He's inside, boss. Badly hurt."Nicolai's jaw tightened, and he nodded. Phillips would pay for this. "Bring him inside. Alessia is waiting upstairs."Sergei nodded, turning to signal the others. They carefully extracted Luca from the vehicle, his body limp and his face pale. Nicolai could see the blood seeping through his cl