All Chapters of His Holiday Prohibition : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KIDNAPPED~MAYA'S POV~Day two without Silas.I was sitting in his study, pretending to work on my laptop, when my phone rang.Unknown number.I almost didn't answer. Silas had warned me about unknown numbers, but something made me pick up."Hello?""Maya Vance?" A male voice, heavily accented, Russian.My blood went cold. "Who is this?""That doesn't matter," he said. "What matters is that we have your mother.""What?" I stood up. "You're lying...."A woman's scream cut through the line."Maya! Maya, help me! They're going to...."Mom. That was my mother's voice. "Mom!" I shouted into the phone. "Mom, where are you?""She's safe for now," the man said. "Whether she stays that way depends on you.""What do you want?""You," he said simply. "Alone. At the front gate. Ten minutes.""I can't...there are guards...Silas left security....""I don't care about your problems," he cut in. "You have ten minutes to get to that gate. Alone. Or your mother dies.""Wait! I need more time! The guard

THE RED ROOM~MAYA'S POV~I woke up to red.Everything was red, the walls, the curtains, the bedspread beneath me, even the light filtering through the window had a red shade.I sat up slowly, my head pounded. Dizzy. Nauseous, the sedative, it had to be the aftereffect. I looked down at myself and my stomach dropped. I was wearing a dress. Red silk. Thin straps. A slit running up my thigh. This wasn't what I had been wearing, someone had undressed me, changed me.While I was unconscious.Panic clawed at my throat. I stood up too fast, and the room spun. I grabbed the bedpost to steady myself."Okay," I whispered. "Okay. Think. Where are you?"I waited for the dizziness to pass and took slow breaths. I looked around. The room was huge, expensive. A four-poster bed, velvet furniture, a crystal chandelier, and floor-to-ceiling windows leading to a balcony.I walked to the balcony doors. I tried the handle.It was locked. Through the glass, I could see snow, buildings, and a city sprawli

A FRIEND OR FOE~SILAS'S POV~They threw me into the cell hard enough that I hit the concrete wall, pain exploded through my shoulder, but I didn't care.The door slammed shut and locked."Well," a voice said from the darkness. "This is unexpected."I turned. Liam sat against the far wall, face bruised, lip split, one eye swollen shut."You look like hell," I said."You should see the other guys," he muttered, then winced. "Actually, don't. They're probably the ones who just threw you in here."I stood, tested the door, and it was solid steel, no give."How did a nobody like you get involved with someone like Volkov?" I asked.Liam laughed, bitterly. "Maya was in trouble because of you."I said nothing, because it was true."If you're here," Liam continued, "then that means your plan to save her failed. And she had so much faith in you." He shook his head. "Poor Maya. Bet she's regretting her choices right about now.""Shut up," I said."Do you even know what Volkov's going to do to h

ANY LAST WORD~MAYA'S POV~We ran through the hallway. There was Smoke everywhere and bodies on the ground. I tried not to look. Silas moved like a wolf, he was rifle up, eyes scanning.He was too professional for his age, like he has been doing this all his life and running King Enterprise was just a side hustle. A guard stumbled out of a side room, he was confused, coughing from the smoke. Silas grabbed him by the vest and slammed him against the wall and then held a gun to his throat."Where's Volkov's office?" Silas demanded.The guard said something in Russian, being Rebellious. Silas pressed the rifle harder. "English now, or I pull the trigger.""Third floor," the guard choked out. "East wing. Corner office.""Security?""Biometric lock. You will never..." Silas smashed the rifle butt into his head, and the guard collapsed."Come on," Silas said, grabbing my hand again.We ran up the stairs and jumped over garbage, more guards appeared and Silas fired. I kept my eyes forward.

THE TASTE OF YOU 2~MAYA'S POV~"Silas, you're shaking."My voice was small in the dark, quiet cabin. The fire crackled low, just embers now. Outside, the wind pushed snow against the windowpanes. He hadn't stopped trembling since we had climbed under the blankets—a fine, persistent tremor running through his arms, his chest, the leg pressed tight against mine.He didn't answer, he just stared at the ceiling, his breathing was too slow. I turned, pressed my palm flat against his sternum. His skin was warm, wet. The muscle beneath was tough, locked. "You're shaking," I said again."I'm fine.""You're not."He swallowed, the sound was thick. "It's just... adrenaline. It will pass.""It's fear," I whispered.His eyes flicked to me, hard and defensive. "I don't get scared.""You do." I kept my hand there, feeling the feverish beat of his heart through my palm. "You're scared because you almost lost me. You're scared because he touched me. You're scared because right now, you're clean,