All Chapters of Crave The Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

NICOCHAPTER 2: BABYSITTER FROM HELLNICOThe worst part about riding in a car with Sasha is not the silence.It's the fact that he makes the silence feel like a knife, scraping my skin and baring my soul. The guy is not even moving. And I already feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I close the video on my phone. Half because I’m bored and half because I’ve been waiting for him to crack and the subtle tightening of his jaw tells me he’s getting close.“That was… disturbing,” he mutters, eyes on the road.I smirk. “What? A little vintage leather and chains offend your delicate sensibilities?”He doesn’t bite, not exactly—just lets his gaze flick to mine in the rearview for a fraction of a second. Enough to make my pulse quicken and my grin widen. The man could gut me with a glance… or do something considerably more enjoyable. And I don't know why that excites me more than it terrifies me. “Try something less… grotesque next time,” he says, voice as flat as a blade.“So you do look for

ALEKSANDERSome people start their mornings with coffee, or a motivational song to prep them for the tasks ahead. Not me, though, the universe has decided that I will start my morning with a nuisance that smiles. And oh, he goes by the name, Domenico.He's like a song I hate that’s stuck on repeat, loud and annoying and stuck in my fucking head. I’ve met assassins with less commitment than he has to being under my skin. He's been going at it for the past four days, and I'm this close, this close to saying fuck all and snapping his neck. For the plot. It's not anything obvious at first, not a single moment I can point to and say, That’s when I lost it. It's smaller things, stacked on top of the other until all I can see is crimson. It's how he talks too much, even in places where silence is supposed to be the rule. The way he watches me like he's making a mental note of every bone in my body, like he's undressing me. And he's not in any way subtle about it. There's no sense of se

NICOI jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Everywhere is fuzzy and I'm disoriented. It's the same nightmare, same eyes, same voice, same place and the same person. The same dream I've had a million times since I was fifteen. You'd think I would have gotten used to it by now, but I'm not. Every night, it's the same dream, each one worse than the last. But I'm not there, and I've moved on. Right?I lay there, staring at the ceiling, sweat sticking to my shirt. My brain replays the event like it’s currently happening. I squeeze my eyes shut to chase it all away, but that doesn't work. With a sigh, I get up and enter the bathroom.I splash cold water on my face; it works for now. I can't have these stupid nightmares hinder my purpose of being here. I head downstairs to get coffee. I would have gone for scotch; hell, I still might. At the bottom of the stairs, the sound of music from the gym greets me. Sasha. Of course. I wonder how long he's been awake. He's always in the gym