All Chapters of Crave The Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALEKSANDER “Yes, everything. From the cars to the people, literally anyone who went near that warehouse, every car that drove by.” I explain to Luca.He's the Bratva’s Cypher. Luca is a quiet, dependable fixer. Not flashy but always effective. He handles logistics and intel–cams, safe houses, meetups–and gets results without drama. I've seen him work before, so I trust him with this. Nico is upstairs, too angry to speak properly. He's been in that state since we left that warehouse, hell, since he got that photo. And I don't know what to do for him. Comforting people is not something I know how to do. I don’t know what he needs right now. Peace and quiet? Or sex?Sex, I can give. Peace and quiet though…I understand now why Sergei had to die. I should probably feel like I'm betraying the brotherhood by supporting his killer, but I don’t. If anything, I think he got a quick death, a mercy. What confuses me is why Sergei kidnapped Sorrelina. It doesn't sound like something the Pakh

 ALEKSANDER  When the car stops in the driveway, I grab Nico by the nape and crush my mouth on his. I don't know what it was that got me this turned on, but I desperately need to be in Nico as soon as possible, or I might detonate.  He wasn't exactly helping my case by being hot and sexy.  "I've wanted to do this all evening," I say, pulling him closer with one hand on his waist.  He moans into my mouth and grabs my shirt but I don't know if he's pulling me closer or pushing me away. Either way, his mouth opens for me and I explore it. Has kissing him always felt this amazing? Yes, yes it has. I bite his lower lip, and the taste of copper fills my mouth. He moans again, definitely enjoying it. I move my hand on his waist to his already hard dick and gently squeeze.  "Mhmm, let's go inside." Nico suggests, "We'd be more co

NICO“Hiiiii,” Sorel beams as her face pops up on the screen.I squint, really taking in her features. When did she start looking so lively?“What?” she asks, fidgeting under my scrutinising stare.“What’s got you so happy?” I press. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that slimy fucker you call your fiancé, would it? Because if that guy is making you smile more than I do, there will be consequences.”Yes, I fully plan on killing my sister’s fiancé someday. The guy looks shady as hell, always grinning like a snake. People like that can’t be trusted. And the fact that he shot his accomplice right in front of me? That seals it.“Sheesh, Nico, take a chill pill. Can’t I just be happy for once in my life?” she says, her face slipping into a sad pout.Fuck.“No, Sorel, that’s not what I mean.” I try to placate her.Then she snorts and starts laughing. Of course, she’s pulling my leg.I snarl, which only makes her laugh harder, her body shaking with uncontrollable amusement.“You should’v

NICOI sit in silence, staring at the floor while Sasha does a slow retelling of what happened in Naples. His voice is even, but every word feels like a hammer to my skull. At some point, I start to feel like I’m losing my mind. Everything he’s saying feels so… unreal.There’s no way the man who’s supposed to be my father, no matter how much I hate him, could be the one who orchestrated the most traumatising experience of my life.I want to believe Sasha’s lying, or that the priest lied just to earn himself a quicker death, or literally anything else. But deep down I know it’s true. It’s true that my father was so… twisted, that he would force a man to violate me just to see how I’d react.The thought makes my stomach heave. I push away from the bed and make a beeline for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I start retching. I empty everything I’ve eaten.Sasha follows. He rubs my back, but even that does nothing to soothe me.How could my dad be so cruel?I’m angry mos

NICO“You’re gonna have to lie better than that,” I tell Sasha’s guard as I tighten my grip on the pliers and give one of his fingers a sharp twist.The joint pops like a champagne cork under pressure. The scream that tears out of him ricochets off the concrete and metal walls, raw and feral. So. Fucking. Loud. I lean back on my heels, letting the noise wash over me like static from a busted radio. The guard’s face is a ruin, veins bulging in his neck, eyes squeezed shut as tears stream down his cheek. He’s a big guy, built like a goddamn tank, but right now he’s folding like wet cardboard, his body jerking against the ropes binding him to the metal chair.“P-please,” he chokes out, voice cracking like brittle glass. “I swear on my mother’s grave—”“Save the theatrics,” I cut him off, my tone flat as I circle him slowly, the pliers dangling loose in my hand. The drip-drip of blood from his mangled finger hits the concrete floor. “You think I haven’t heard that one before? Every lowl