บททั้งหมดของ Submit To Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

SASHAPeering up at the bricks coated in graffiti, I count multiple barred windows. The giant shuttered doors are locked to the ground with padlocks. I'd hoped there'd be a back entrance guarded by someone in charge of deliveries, but there's nothing.I'm gauging the best way to break in when I hear boots. "Tell them to move fucking quieter," I hiss at Mila. My men should know better."Sasha!"Wrenching around from the urgency in her voice, I see what she does. From the left, where we came from, are several of my soldiers. Most of the group has met at our rendezvous. But the other figures rushing our way aren't faces I know.But I recognize the uniforms.Cops."Move!" I shout, reaching for my weapon.Mila has hers out already; she sets off a bullet, and when the cop she aimed at spins to the street with a yelp, she dodges into the shadows. The darkness isn't reliable though—the gunfire lights up the world. There's nowhere to hide.I frantically crouch in an indented section of brick a

KATERINAIT'S BRIGHT OUTSIDE, and oddly sunny for winter. The glare through the car's windshield blinds me at certain angles. Sasha's sunglasses make it hard to catch the way his eyes skirt toward me before returning to the road."Where are we going?"There's a wisp of a smirk on his lips. "You'll see.""Why can't you just say?" I ask."Because the point of a surprise is to be surprised, ptichka."I roll my eyes, but truthfully, I'm delighted. It's clear he's enjoying himself, so this "surprise" must be good. Plus, the last surprise like this involved me getting a bucket-list item of a ballet performance of a lifetime. What could he be cooking up?Having something to take my mind off how stressful the last months have been is a welcome change. It's only been a few days since Sasha's foiled assault on the Winter Palace. From browsing the internet on my phone, I was able to find out that the news reported the incident as the cops intervening in some massive organized crime feud. Listeni

SASHAWITH MY HAND still on her stomach, I kiss her with the slightest of pressure—lighter than a leaf on a pond. Bit by bit, I sink in harder until our teeth touch. Her throat flexes, air leaving her nose in an intoxicating shudder. Kissing her never gets stale. I can taste her mouth for hours, perhaps days, the pair of us taking breaks only for water. I picture it now—the kind of lazing in bed a newly married couple does on their honeymoon.We never had one.Of course not ... It would have made no sense then. But now it pains me like an itch I can't quite sate. I want to spoil Katerina. I want to see her stretched out on the sand with the blue water rolling behind her, her skin soaking up the sun. We'd fuck right then and there until both of us were red with sunburn, and then we'd retreat inside for round two."Sasha," she moans, opening her mouth wider, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside. My thumb on her jaw treads over the angle until I reach her ear. Curling a hand firmly into

KATERINATHE SUN IS SETTING when he leaves. Our goodbye is brief, too brief, both of us lingering by the front door as he checks his guns under his jacket. He's counting bullets. Dutifully making sure the safety is on and that his weapons are where he wants them in easy reach. He flips them out multiple times, testing his speed before holstering again. Meticulous to his core.Sasha is going to save my mother. Last time he tried, he came back injured.This time he could come back in a casket."Wait," I say, grabbing his wrist on impulse. He's cracked the door, letting crisp air that warns of a winter storm creep inside the house. It feels like a bad omen. I grip him tighter. "Take Mila."He shakes his head patiently, like he's already explained why he can't. "She's still recovering.""At least take some backup⁠—""I told you, the fewer people I bring, the better." His eyes grow big and gentle. "Katerina, I know you're nervous. But this is the best way to do this."The best way would be

SASHAIT'S COLDER than a grave as the snow falls, muffling the world.This weather is fitting. Dark deeds are best done in conditions like this.I park my car about half a mile from Yevgeniy's house. It should be ignored on the street the way any other car would be, especially after nightfall. Plus, the drifts of snow will disguise it. Every car is going to look the same under the thick white blankets soon enough.Taking a page from Mila's book, I've dressed in pure black, from my jacket to my boots. Moving like her is more of a challenge. Even if my leg injury wasn't sending a dull ache that forced me not to put my full weight on it, I could never slip as silently as she does through the shadows.I don't need to be an assassin. I just need to bust inside without getting caught first.Yevgeniy might have multiple guards around his property. I've considered what I'll do if I'm up against too many targets—which is a strong possibility. If I act quickly and covertly, I might manage to ki