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The Trap

Ivan's Pov The trap took four hours to set. Nikolai ran most of it. He was better at the architecture of things like this, the quiet repositioning, the exits covered without anything looking different from the outside. I handled the ground level and the lobby access log and I spent the rest of the time thinking about Ace. At six I knocked on his door. He opened it and stepped back and I came in and sat down and he sat on the bed across from me. We did not say anything for a moment. "I owe you an apology," I said. He looked at me. "Two days before you came to us we had Morozov's name," I said. "We knew what he had been doing and we chose not to tell you because of what it would cost the operation." I looked at him. "The operation came ahead of you and you did not deserve that." He was

Inside

Ace's Pov I let Sergei in through the side entrance at three in the afternoon. He came around the corner with his hands relaxed at his sides and nodded when he saw me and I held the door and we went in. Musa was at the desk. I said this is an old friend, just for a bit, and Musa looked at Sergei once and looked at me and nodded. We got in the elevator. The doors closed and I looked at Sergei and something was different. The stillness was still there but underneath it something had settled that had not been there on the street corners or in the grocery aisle. Something deliberate and resolved. I had seen that stillness before. Back in the professor's office, the man who had done it had had that same stillness. The elevator opened on the third floor and we walked into the sitting room and the door clicked shut behind us

The Opening

Ivan's Pov Ace was pressed against the far wall breathing fast and his eyes were going between Nikolai and Morozov and then they found mine across the room. And I understood in that second what I had not let myself fully understand before. He had never wanted to betray us. Lonely and afraid, given exactly the right story at exactly the right moment, he had believed it because we had not been fully honest with him and he made the only move he could see. That was on us as much as it was on Morozov. The understanding hit like something physical. Ace's mouth moved. I read it more than heard it. Wait. I looked at Nikolai. Nikolai's grip on Morozov had not moved. "Nikolai." I crossed the room and put my hand on his shoulder. "His daughter." Ace came off the wall. "She is seventeen years ol

Waiting

Ace's Pov The doctor said Ivan was stable before he left the room and I sat down in the chair beside the bed and did not move. Ivan's color was wrong. His chest was rising and falling but everything else about him was a version of Ivan I had not seen before and did not know what to do with. I picked up his hand. It was warm. That helped more than I expected. Nikolai was across the room. He had not sat down since Ivan came out of surgery and he was not sitting now. He moved from the window to the wall and back and the blood on his shirt was drying and he had not noticed or had noticed and did not care. "Nikolai," I said. He stopped. "Sit down." "I am fine." "You are not fine. You have been walking the same four feet for two hours." I looked at him. "Come and sit d

Waking

Ivan's Pov I was awake before I fully opened my eyes. The pain was in my shoulder and it was specific and contained and not the kind that meant anything had gone badly wrong. I knew what bad shoulder felt like and this was not it. This was clean, localized and manageable. I opened my eyes. Ace was in the chair beside me. He was not asleep. He was looking at me with both hands around a cup that had gone cold and his face was doing something I was not used to seeing on it. Something unguarded. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I said. My voice was not right yet. He put the cup down and leaned forward. "Do you know where you are." "Medical room. Building." I tested my arm and the pain told me exactly what I had expected. "Through and through. The doctor said no bone damage, you are going to be ann

Recovery

Nikolai's Pov Ivan had color back in his face by the second morning. He was still in bed and still wearing the sling he had tried to take off twice, I had put back on twice and the doctor had weighed in on once, which Ivan had received with the expression he used when he was outvoted and intended to revisit the matter later. Ace had barely left the room. He brought food neither of us asked for and sat in the chair and read and talked to Ivan when Ivan wanted to talk and was quiet when Ivan did not. He had figured out, without being told, the specific rhythm of what this room needed and he kept it. I watched him do that. At some point on the second evening I went to my own room. I sat at the desk and looked at the update from Rem. Darnell was being transferred to a secure location. The four names Sergei had given us wer

Let Him Go

Ace's PovSergei was in a room on the second floor with one of Rem's men outside the door.I went down at nine in the morning with Nikolai, we sat across from him at a small table and Sergei looked like a man who had been waiting for the conversation and had spent the night deciding what to say."Mila is home," I said."Yes." He looked at his hands. "She called me last night. She is with her aunt.""Good."Nikolai was looking at Sergei with an expression that was not warm but was not cold either. Something in the middle."You said you wanted to talk," Nikolai said."Yes." Sergei looked at him. "I have the full list. Every name Darnell used over the past three years. Contacts, suppliers, people he had leverage over." He set a folded paper on the table. "I wrote it out last night. That is everything I know."Nikolai looked at the paper without touching it. "Why.""Because Darnell used me the same way he used everyone. He found the angle and he applied pressure and he did not care about

Purge

Nikolai's Pov I read the letter once, burned it in the kitchen sink, and called Rem."Someone accessed the penthouse level corridor," I said. "Within the last three hours. I want to know who, how, and where they are now."Rem was awake in under a minute. The building sweep took forty five.While Rem worked I sat at the kitchen counter and Ace sat across from me and we did not say much. He was steady. He had brought me the letter immediately, he had not panicked, and he was sitting here at three in the morning with his hands around a cup of tea looking like a person who had absorbed something difficult and was thinking through it rather than being undone by it."You are not frightened," I said."I am a little frightened," he said. "I am trying to be useful instead of just frightened.""That is the correct approach.""I learned from someone."I looked at him. He looked back.Rem called back. The access point was a service corridor on the west side that had been used by one of Darnell's

The Roommate

Ivan's Pov I woke up still sore from the gunshot, but my cock was already hard the moment I saw Ace standing in the bathroom. The morning light made his brown wavy hair look soft and his green eyes bright. He was brushing his teeth, wearing only my shirt. It hung loose on his slim body and showed the curve of his ass. I could not wait. I walked up behind him and pressed my body against his back. “Morning, baby,” I whispered. My hands slid under the shirt and cupped his ass. “I need to feel you.”Ace gasped and almost dropped the toothbrush. “Ivan… you are still healing.” “I do not care.” I turned him around fast and kissed him deep. My tongue pushed into his mouth while I pulled the shirt off him. He was completely naked now. His cock was already getting hard against my thigh. I

What They Did

Ace's Pov Connor was in a room on the second floor with grey walls and a table. two chairs and Rem's man outside. I had asked to see him and Nikolai had looked at me for a long moment and then said yes. He was sitting when I came in. He looked up and something crossed his face when he saw me. Not guilt exactly. Something more complicated than guilt. I sat across from him and we looked at each other. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I said. We sat in silence for a moment. "I borrowed your sociology notes," he said. "Twice." "Three times." He looked at the table. "You let me. You never made it a thing." "You always gave them back." Silence again. "I did not think it was real," he said. "When they came to me. I to

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