All Chapters of Crave The Enemy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: Walk out and disappear' Nico's POV We’ve been at it for three days straight, holed up in the warehouse, fueled by black coffee and takeout. I must say, the last three days have been pretty awkward—but not the bad type of awkward. The satisfying type. After seven whole months, three days of awkwardly existing around Sasha almost feel like heaven. It would be literal heaven if he didn’t shoot lasers with his eyes at me whenever I so much as breathe loudly.It’s still very hard to adjust to staying back here in Greece. We both decided not to head back to our respective syndicates. Me, because I’d have to leave Sasha’s side again, and there was no telling how long we’d be apart. The idea alone was scary. I have no idea why Sasha agreed to stay behind.Of course, the obvious reason would be to find who exactly our rat is, but some part of me keeps telling me that’s not it. I don’t want to get my hopes up, so there will be no optimistic thoughts.I also half expected Sasha to

The back door of the SUV slams with a finality that echoes in the empty lot. Sasha doesn’t waste a second. He shoves me down across the wide back seat, climbing over me like a predator who’s been leashed too long. The tinted windows are already fogging from the heat rolling off us.I hit the leather hard, breath punched out, and he’s on me—knees bracketing my hips, hands ripping my jacket open, buttons scattering like gunfire. His mouth crashes into mine, brutal and starving, teeth scraping my lower lip until I taste copper. I kiss him back just as viciously, fingers digging into his hair, yanking him closer.“Fuck, Nico,” he growls against my mouth. “I’ve been aching for this since we drove to that warehouse.”He grinds down, letting me feel how hard he is, and I groan into the kiss, hips bucking up to meet him. His hands are everywhere—shoving my shirt up, nails raking down my chest, leaving hot lines that sting perfectly. He bites my collarbone, hard enough to bruise, then soothes

Sasha’s POVI am unable to move. I continue standing in the open doorway, arms crossed, letting the cold bite at my skin while snow swirls in around my feet. Niko stays at the bottom of the steps, looking up at me with that half-smile that used to and still does drive me insane in the best way.He doesn't say anything else. Just waits there, his hands still in his pockets, while snow collects on his shoulders like he has all the time in the world. Doesn't he have like an empire to lead? What am I supposed to do now? I could just invite him in and let whatever he has planned to play out. Or I could just ignore him. Yes, I will ignore him. I step back, shut the door firmly and walk away. Yup, that should do the trick. Four minutes later my phone buzzes.Nico: You're really gonna leave me out here?I stare at the screen, jaw tight. How did he even get my number in the first place?Me: If I have to.Nico: But it's cold out here (sad emoji)Me: I fail to see how that's my problem.Nico: Th

Chapter 68 Sasha's Pov I wake up before him. That's the first thing. The second thing is that I don't move. He's on his stomach beside me, face turned away, one arm loose above his head. His back rises and falls slow and even. He's completely out and I'm lying here watching him breathe like some kind of idiot, which is already more than I'm willing to admit to myself. I should get up. I know I should get up. Instead I look at his back. The marks from last night are still fresh. Red lines along his ribs, shallow and precise, he asked for them quietly, in that way he has where the asking is almost quieter than the answer. I remember the exact moment he exhaled when the blade touched him. Like he'd been holding his breath for months and only that let it out. I reach over before I can stop myself. I don't press. I just trace the edge of one of them with my fingertip, barely contact, barely anything. He doesn't wake up. There's an older one below his shoulder blade. A scar,

Chapter 70Nico's PovI stare at my phone for forty-seven minutes.The voice note sits there. It was delivered because I opened it like an idiot the second it came through and now the two grey ticks are mocking me from the screen.Twenty-two seconds of me breathing in my sleep and saying his name.Twenty-two seconds.I put the phone face down on the mattress. Then I pick it back up. Then I put it down again. Then I sit on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands and I have a very calm, very quiet internal crisis about the fact that I cannot even be unconscious around this man without embarrassing myself.My phone rings.I nearly drop it.It's him.I answer before I can decide not to."Before you say anything," I start."I wasn't going to say anything," Sasha says. His voice is flat and very careful in the way it gets when he's controlling something."Okay.""I'm calling to check on the Naples situation.""Right. The Naples situation." I stand up and sit b