Todos os capítulos de RUIN MY 4.0: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Aiden's POV The sterile hum of the operating room faded behind me as I pushed through the double doors, my scrubs still damp with sweat from the intensity of the procedure. I'd just extracted my first major tumor. My hands still ached from the work, but the joy of a perfect outcome made my exhaustion worth it. I headed to the scrub sink, turning on the faucet with my elbow when Dr. Ellison, my mentor, shuffled out behind me, his white coat hanging loose on his frail frame. At seventy-two, he still refused to retire from the hospital, but I understood his reluctance to leave. "That was fine work in there, Aiden," his voice was filled with pride. "You remind me of myself thirty years ago." I glanced over with a genuine smile. "Coming from you, that's high praise, Dr. Ellison." He chuckled. "Well, it seems like you're ready to fly solo on these. I should probably call it a night. These old bones need rest. See you tomorrow, kid." "Get some sleep," I replied, watching him amble tow

I peeled off my white coat in the hospital's locker room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.My shift had dragged on way longer than expected—between Tyler's emergency surgery and catching up with Sean, it felt like I'd been in this damn hospital for a lifetime. I stuffed my coat into my locker, grabbed my backpack, and checked my phone. No missed calls from home, which was a relief, but there was a text from the conference organizers confirming my flight to Moscow. Shit, I still hadn't packed. Or told Luka about it. What was I supposed to say? "Hey, Luka, I'm jetting off to your boss's homeland for a neurosurgery conference. Don't worry, I'll be fine without my Bratva babysitter"?I shook my head, slinging my backpack over one shoulder. Get it together, Aiden. Just act normal.I headed down the hallway toward the exit, my sneakers squeaking on the linoleum. The hospital was quieter now, a calm that always followed the chaos of the day. I passed the nurses' station, noddin

Aiden's POV How the hell had it come to this? Mom who'd clawed her way back from the brink of addiction was back to square one?I don't know what could have happened. She seemed fine.We were in the hospital, waiting anxiously for a doctor.I glanced at Lily who sat at the side of the waiting room, her jaw set in a stubborn line. She obviously knew what was going on. She knew that Mom had..."Lil," I started, but she didn't look up. She just tightened her arms and kept glaring at the vending machine across the room.The double doors to the ER swung open with a whoosh, and I spun around to see a doctor emerge.She scanned the room, spotting us, and then approached with a measured stride."Mr. Cross?" she said, her tone professional but kind, with a faint accent I couldn't place. "I'm Dr. Ramirez. You're here for Sasha Cross?""Yeah, that's me—Aiden. And this is my sister, Lily." I gestured vaguely, stepping closer. "How is she?"Dr. Ramirez nodded, flipping a page on her clipboard. "Y

Nikolai’s POVThe Maybach glides through the streets of St. Petersburg, its tires hissing softly against wet asphalt.Viktor’s hands are steady on the wheel, but I can feel the weight of his stare on me every few seconds.I keep my eyes on the tablet in my lap managing the shipment manifests, banking logs, as well as Ivanov’s latest movements.The Prime Minister has been acting very suspicious lately, but that's to be expected anyway.Viktor suddenly sighs dramatically and then I know that he wants to say something I don’t want to hear.I don’t look up when I mutter. “Spit it out, Vik.”“I don’t think you should go pick up Aiden.”My thumb freezes mid-scroll. I lift my gaze slowly, one brow arched. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” He doesn’t even glance my way. His eyes are fixed on the road. “Your enemies are watching. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten that the Prime Minister has been crawling up your ass for weeks?”I set the tablet on the seat beside me. “I haven’t forgotten a da

Aiden’s POVHe rocked into me slowly and I groaned at the feel of his thick hardness against me.“Fuck, Nikolai—” My voice cracked.He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. God, I missed those sounds.” His hips rolled again, grinding his cock right against mine. “You’re so fucking hard for me already. My desperate little slut.”I whimpered, my head falling back against the cold window. The contrast of freezing glass on my bare back and his scorching body between my thighs made my brain short-circuit.“Please—” I begged, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need more. I need you.”Nikolai’s eyes darkened to molten steel. He leaned in, his perfect lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You’re so pretty when you beg, malysh. So fucking perfect.”He shifted his grip, one massive hand under my ass holding me up like I weighed nothing, the other yanking my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down in one rough tug.