All Chapters of I Surrender to Them: Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

PRESENTTHREE DAYS LATER...The whiskey in my hand has long lost all its ice. I swirl the glass slowly, watching the amber liquid move as the last five years of waiting burn in my throat like fire."Five years, Henri." My voice is a blade driven into the office silence. "Five years and Pyotr hasn't even sent a messenger to hunt me down."Henri sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. The office at Maison smells of polished wood and unfired gunpowder."They're acting, Olivier. You just don't see it because you don't want to. Too distracted by the hot blonde." He approaches the window, observing the empty street. "Someone tried to buy information about our business last week. New men asking too many questions in the wrong bars."I rub my eyes. The tension throbbing in my temples isn't just frustration—it's something deeper, darker. Something that smells like a trap."What if we're wrong? What if Pyotr doesn't even remember my name anymore?"Henri laughs, a dry sound."Men like Pyotr don't f

I'm in the living room of my apartment, the warmth of the coffee between my hands barely masking the tension in the air. Vasily is sitting across from me, his blue eyes fixed on me, while Yakov paces the room, restless."I already know how to make Michael appear," I say, my voice firmer than I expected.Yakov stops walking, his eyebrows rising."If he's using public cameras, it's no use just taking them down once," he mutters. "He'll find another angle.""Then we'll take away all the angles." My voice is cold, calculating.Vasily crosses his arms, the muscles tense under his black shirt."How?"I pause, looking at both of them."Our father can help us again."Yakov lets out a low laugh.Vasily crosses his arms."So the idea is to cut off his vision?""Not just cut it off. Deceive him." I lean forward. "If he can no longer access the cameras on nearby streets or at Maison Dumont, he'll have to get physically closer to watch us. And when he does...""We get him," Yakov completes, the cor

PRESENTPARIS, FRANCEThe days have been hectic and intense. Since Wednesday, when she sent me the message saying she wouldn't return to Maison after lunch with her team, I've been a mix of worry and curiosity. I sent several messages, but she didn't reply to any of them.The security guard I hired to monitor Elizabeth sent a laconic report on Wednesday afternoon:"MISS SMIRNOV LEFT THE RESTAURANT BEFORE DESSERT, RETURNED TO HER APARTMENT, AND HASN'T LEFT SINCE."The hours dragged on without any sign of her, and my instinct screamed that something was wrong.The next morning, before the sun had fully illuminated the rooftops of Paris, I was already in front of her building, my hands shoved in my coat pockets against the damp cold of dawn. The doorman — after a generous bribe — let me up to her floor.After confirming she was fine and that her sudden absence was only due to hormonal issues, I left. Still, I had the feeling she was still hiding something from me.Now I find myself here