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Katerina

"These numbers are not adding up," I say quietly to myself as I punch the computer keys in the dimly-lit store room we own. Mother turns the OPEN sign to CLOSE, and now perches on the edge of a table, munching on Cheerios. "A $450 shortage in just five days?" I turn to her now. "Where is Sebastian?"Mom shrugs. "Your brother hasn't come home since Sunday.""This is insane."I close my eyes and try, really try to control my anger as it courses through my veins. My hands shake, and beads of sweat coat my temples. Heat prickles my back as I punch in the numbers again, and my heart falls at the sight of the same result. Again and again."This cannot be happening," I say, aghast.I hit the clear button over and over until finally, the calculator slips sideways, clattering to the smooth floor of the tiny office. The room is made smaller by the boxes of paperwork I'm trying to swim my way through. I've never touched any of them before now, and I'm starting to wonder if my mother ever did eit

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Katerina

I never would've known about Chucky's Lounge if it weren't for Fabiola. It was located at the grey part of town, where Mother never lets me go to. I don't even want to think about how she'll react if she finds out I often spend most nights here with Fabiola. It won't bode well for me."Katerina!" Fabiola cheers as I enter the Lounge, waving for me to join her. She's so loud that a few people glance at her with mixed expressions. Not that she doesn't draw the eye naturally, what with her long red hair, perfect hourglass figure, and freckles so cute you'd swear she drew them on."Hey, Fabiola." I sit in the chair across from my friend.She leans forward, her voice hushed. "How's your mother?""Mom's fine." Grimacing, I shake my head, whipping myself in the cheeks with my hair. "No, that's bullshit. Before I get into it, I need one of those." I gesture at the empty glasses.Fabiola signals for someone. One very petite waitress immediately sways our way, her tight black skirt clinging to

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Katerina

"You've been awfully quiet these past two days, Katerina. What is the matter? Are you feeling sick?" Mom's worried voice pulls me out of my blank staring. She eyes me suspiciously, lips pursed. "Did something happen that night you went out to go see Fabiola?""What? No," I lie with a yawn, stretching. My temples ache. "I'm just...I'm fine."I don't even know what's wrong with me. My whole world came crashing out after that fateful night. Unable to find a quick, effective solution for us, I have no idea but to give into Mom's plan to sell the studio. It breaks me that I'll have to say goodbye to it soon, but I make a vow withing me to do whatever I can to get the studio back after a year or two.It's the only thing Dad left us with. We can't lose it like that."Well, if you say so. Cheer up. He'll be here any minute, and acting sullen might discourage him from purchasing.""Yes, Mom."I stand taller and smooth my palms over my hair, pulled back in an elegant bun today. Partly to look p

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Katerina

It's obvious that we all can't enter the office. Sasha would find it hard to wedge himself in the room solo."I'll bring the paperwork to you," my mom says, her face flushing. She hurries to gather it up, dropping sheets on the floor, kneeling to retrieve them again. Her anxiety is putting my own nerves on edge.Sasha crosses his arms over his broad chest. The gold cufflinks on his suit jacket glint in the lights. Suddenly, I'm reminded of the gun."You look pale," he says. "Do I frighten you, ptichka?""No. And stop calling me that. I have a name.""Forgive me," he chuckles dryly. "I forget the names of people I don't need to remember."Fuming at his brazen comment, I bite my tongue."Here we are!" Mom blurts. Handing the stack to Sasha, she links her fingers at her waist like she's waiting for a compliment. I hate this whole situation. But above all, I hate the amount of hope Mom's gaze betrays when she looks at Sasha. I want to shake her, to yell at her, and to ask if this place me

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Katerina

My steering wheel is damp from my clammy palms.Breathe, Katerina. Just breathe.Lowering my head, I shut my eyes and listen to the air moving through my lungs. This is my third time doing this in the last ten minutes. It hasn't worked to calm me down yet, but I don't have any better ideas.I could drive off instead of meeting Sasha face to face. That sounds nice, actually. Loosening my fingers from my steering wheel, I push my car door open. As nice as ghosting this guy would be, it's wasting my only opportunity to keep my studio.I have to be brave.I can do that.Adjusting my jean jacket over my knee-length, tan sweater dress, I tuck my phone with its attached wallet into my pocket. I'm not sure it will help, but I've made sure my emergency number is set to call Fabiola and not my mom. God, no, she'd have a heart attack if I was in trouble and she found out. The police would also be a waste of time.My best friend, though, would figure out something if I panic-called her. And then

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Katerina

Whirling around, I throw the curtain aside. I'm moving with purpose, but internally, I'm frantically making plans. Don't look back, don't scream, just get out and go to your car. From there I can call the police ... warn my mother to go somewhere safe until this is all handled. Sasha is dangerous; I knew it from the start.And he's right about one thing. I was stupid for coming here.The hair on the back of my neck rises as I walk. Something's not right. The only sound in the lounge is the music piping from the speakers. I look around and suddenly realize that it's empty. Where is everybody? There were at least people—customers drinking and waitresses walking about—when I walked inside. It can't have been more than a few minutes. And I know Chucky's Lounge doesn't close this early."You didn't know, did you?"Spinning, I back up at the sight of Sasha looming over me. His hands are folded behind his jacket, while that same handsome, predatory grin flits across his face."Know what?" I

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Sasha

There's an old saying: the devil lives in the still waters.I suspect Katerina doesn't know this proverb. A shame for her, but wonderful for me.The inside of the car is dark. In this pocket, only she and I exist. The driver doesn't matter to me. The men preparing to follow us aren't important. Right now, for just a moment, all I'm wallowing in is the satisfaction that I've gotten her. Katerina is mine.Tugging out my phone, the screen casts a pale blue glow on the car interior. It highlights the edges of her smooth jaw, reveals every loose hair from her formerly immaculate up-do. She's beautiful, even when she's terrified. Perhaps ... more beautiful, in a way. She reminds me of a colorful butterfly perched on a flower. They stand out from the world, demanding to be noticed. But for all their grandness, a gentle pair of fingers can crush them into dust."What are you going to do with me?" she demands.Such boldness. Even now, here, when she's trapped with me. Ignoring her, I start to

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Katerina

KaterinaThe urge to struggle is driving me mad.My body is tense as a spring, eager to explode with every step I'm forced to blindly take. Don't fight back. I need to get my bearings before I act. I know I'm outnumbered. I have to be patient."Inside," one of the men grunts, putting his hand between my shoulders. A single shove sends me sprawling forward. I catch my balance, spinning around to face them—there's a click. I freeze, picturing the barrel of a gun aimed at my chest. They're going to shoot me. I'm dead. Oh shit.Oxygen simmers through my lungs, exhaling at such a speed I sway on my feet. Nothing is happening. My ears scream as I strain to hear proof of what Sasha's men are plotting.It's just silence.That wasn't a gun cocking. It was the door closing!Ripping the blindfold off, I see that I'm alone in a bedroom. As big as it is, it doesn't feel empty. Someone has taken the time to carefully decorate the shelves along the walls with bowls of dried flowers and small candles

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Sasha

SashaShock. Unease. Fear.Each emotion that skirts across Katerina's face makes her beautiful in a different way. But it's only for a fraction of time. With an impressive smoothness, she bundles everything behind a mask of genuine rage.Making fists at her sides, she advances on me. "What the hell is going on? What is all of this?""You'll have to be more specific," I chuckle.Knitting her brow, she gestures at the photos on the wall. "Have you been following me?""Just doing some research."It's the casual way I deliver those words that gets under her skin. Katerina tenses, as if she's holding back an urge to slap me. Heat surges in my blood. I love riling her up. It's not professional, nor is it part of the plan. But not everything can be predicted.She exhales enough air that her shoulders slouch. "Stop playing games. I want to know why you're doing all of this.""I'm not playing any game, sweetheart." Her eyes shoot wide open. It's my turn to advance on her. In a single step, we'

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Katerina

I'm trapped with a killer, and I just agreed to stay with him for as long as it takes.That's what Sasha is. He didn't try to deny it. If anything, he seemed disgustingly proud of the fact that he was capable of murder. There was not a tinge of remorse in his eyes or voice when he told me his version of what happened the other night by the docks.How can I know anything he tells me is real? The stuff about Yevgeniy could be a ploy. But as odd as it seems, I truly do believe Sasha. My gut instinct is that he has no reason to lie about this. If he wanted to kidnap me or hurt me or my mother, he'd just do it. Which means there's a kernel of truth in his vow to protect me.But I don't have to be grateful.Not to a bastard like him.I can't believe he's Bratva. Well, actually ... That part makes sense. The access to money, how he owns Chucky's Lounge and who knows what else ... this mansion, and his men. Even the way that waitress looked so afraid when telling me he was in the VIP, though

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

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