Submit To Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

SASHAThe roof cracks apart as the windows shatter from the explosion. Orange flames blossom into the air like a flower in bloom. Every other car alarm goes off, the cascade of noise mixed with the crackling fire rising along with the smoke from the Mercedes. Then the shockwave hits the three of us, knocking us to the ground."Holy shit!" Josh gasps as he scrambles up.Fabiola screams."Get back!" I yell while shielding them with my arms. Corralling them towards the building, away from the smoldering car, I glance back at the chaos. Black fumes billow upwards, blocking out the sun. Sirens shriek in the distance. Someone has already called 911."What happened?" Fabiola stammers, clinging to me. "What... what was...""What the fuck!" Josh shouts. He jumps out of my grip, standing on the sidewalk with his hands buried in his hair. "What the actual fuck!"I drop my hand heavily onto Josh's shoulder; he stares up at me, his pupils tiny dots. He's slowly sinking back into his own body. "Are

SASHATHE LAKE IS FROZEN SOLID, blending into the land. Everything covered by a uniform blanket of snow. The only markings on the surface are the triangular tracks made by geese and other animals in search of food. My own boot-prints cross on top of them as I make my way slowly over the ice.I'm cold enough that I can't feel the tips of my ears or nose. But I don't mind. The mild pain is worth it. This weather is clearing my head. My bare hands clench in my jacket pockets, feeling for my phone, trying to summon a call from Josh or Mila or, God willing, Katerina.Katerina... please be okay. You have to be okay.If she's still wearing the watch, I should be able to track her location. But I can't do that from my cabin. The cops need to get away from my mansion. I can't do anything until they're off my back.A sharp honk echoes through the air. Craning my neck, I watch as a flock of geese, their black heads contrasting against the white clouds, soar overhead. I marvel at how effortlessly

KATERINA"WHAT'S THAT NOISE?" Mom asks me nervously.Cocking my head, I listen with my pulse quickening. "Gunfire.""Someone's shooting at us?" Ruslan shudders, scrambling towards my mother where she's sitting on the bed. She spreads her arms to welcome him into her lap, the action warm and natural.I move towards the one window in the room. Parting the thin, yellowed curtains, I peek through the glass. I can't tell what's happening, there's a large tree branch with stubborn frost crusted to it blocking the way."What do you see?" Mom asks urgently."Nothing. I don't know what's going on." But I have a feeling. One so delicious, so exciting, I try to ignore it because the pain of being wrong would tear me apart.The door bangs open, hitting the wall, bouncing back into Yevgeniy's grip. His lips are curved in a wretched snarl. "You! What did you do?" he shouts at me.I let go of the curtain, my heart tap-dancing into my mouth. I don't like the manic expression he's wearing as he shuts

SASHANIGHT HAS BECOME day from the fires of the chattering rifles. Each time a muzzle flashes I can see the face of the man firing it. Whether an enemy or one of my own boeviki, they all have the same feral expression.Everyone is fighting for their life.Including me."This way," I urge Katerina, holding her by her wrist. We wasted enough time hovering inside the front door of Yevgeniy's hideaway. I had to get my bearings, but I know we can't linger. As helpful as this chaos is, someone is bound to come and check on Yevgeniy.Not every one of his men is a corrupt cop, some are as loyal to him as my own brigadiers.Katerina tugs backwards. "Wait!""No time," I argue, stopping on the front step. She's gawking at the fighting behind me. Her eyes shine with flashes of guns going off, the sound loud in my skull. Irina and Ruslan crouch behind her. They're just as afraid. "If we stay here, we'll be found, and then⁠—"The wood of the door-frame explodes next to my ear. Splinters stab into

KATERINAMY TOES ARE PERFECTLY POINTED as I strut across the stage. A simple ankle-turn and I'm pivoting, another and another and I'm a flurry of motion, my white tutu fluffing like a dandelion on the breeze. I was born to dance. I know this in my soul.Curtains flutter around me, brushing me as if they want to hold me close. The only person I want a hug from is the man sitting in the audience.Dad beams proudly, never taking his eyes off of me.I'm so glad I decided to do this performance! I'd been terrified when Mom suggested it, the moves were advanced for a ten-year-old like me, but she would always click her tongue and insist that she did ballet like this when she was my age.But Dad?He caught me fretting in the studio, staring at myself awkwardly in the tall mirrors. He'd come to me, knelt, and told me not to be afraid of the stage. Even if you make a mistake, it won't matter to me. If you get nervous, just look for me in the audience, malyshka.Lunging forward, I hold my breat