Semua Bab The Pakhan's Undoing : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Dominique. Marlon glanced from him to me. “Friend of yours?” I looked away first. “Something like that.” “That's reassuring.” “You don't want the explanation.” “Considering the way you're looking at him, I don't think you'd want to explain. " " Fair. " I said. Someone called for the models to prepare for the closing lineup, saving me from answering. I returned to my place, smoothed the front of my outfit, and waited for the cue. When the music began again, I stepped into line with the others. The audience applauded as we walked out together, the designer joining us at the end to acknowledge the crowd. Cameras flashed, and people rose from their seats to get a better view. I smiled for the cameras, held my posture, and finished the show exactly as I was supposed to. Only when I returned backstage did I allow myself to look toward the audience again. Nikolai was still there. He hadn't approached me. He hadn't interrupted the show or attempted to summon m

Nikolai. I pulled the trigger and Victor's body fell to the floor. He hadn't given me anything useful and he was definitely involved in whatever happened to my children. Whether directly or indirectly. I was putting my gun back into my coat pocket when I heard a piercing scream. My head snapped towards the direction of the scream and I saw Dominique. His face was pale and he was trembling. Shit! I had forgotten he was there. " You killed him!!! " He shrieked. " You said you wanted to ask him questions and you killed him. " He rushed towards where Victor laid and placed his hand on his chest. " I'll give him cpr. " He said. " I'll resuscitate him. " " Don't be stupid. He's dead. " I said. Dominique flung himself at me and grabbed my shirt. " You're a monster. You're the devil himself. " He yelled hysterically. " You killed the poor man. His wife will be sad and his children too. You have no heart. " I pushed him away from me and backhanded him. The impact m

Dominique For several seconds, I stared at the man sitting beside my bed. Nikolai. Of course. I should have known I'd wake up to his face. Apparently, even unconsciousness wasn't enough to get me away from him. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced me back against the pillows. “Don't try to get up yet,” he said. I ignored him, looking around the unfamiliar room before my eyes returned to him. “What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you greet someone who has spent hours waiting for you to wake up?” My stomach twisted. The memories came back in fragments. Victor's body hitting the floor. The blood draining from my face. Nikolai standing there with a gun in his hand. Then nothing. I looked at him with disgust. “Are you here to kill me too?” His expression didn't change. “I'm considering it.” I almost laughed. Almost. “You're unbelievable.” “And you're awake. Wonderful. We can both stop wasting our time.” I pushed t

Nikolai. Andrei. My son. Gone from right under my nose to God knows where, and I couldn't do anything about it. I sat in the middle of the road, staring at the empty stretch where the car had disappeared. For four years, my son had been at the mercy of strangers. I couldn't even imagine what he must have been going through or what those bastards might have done to him. Dmitri came to my side and pulled me up. " We'll get to him Pakhan." He said. " we found him once. We can definitely find him again. " I nodded and we walked back to the car. A few of our men had sustained minor injuries, while the men escorting the convoy who had been hit were dead. I walked past Roman, who stood examining the bodies and taking pictures. Dmitri tapped his shoulder, and Roman got into the driver's seat. I entered the back seat with Dmitri. Leaning my head against the headrest, I closed my eyes. The ride home was quiet. Nobody said anything. Even the phones that kept ringing went unanswe

Nikolai By the time I returned to my office, the anger had settled into something colder. Miranda's symbol had been found on the men who transported my son. That was not a coincidence. But her denial had left me with two possibilities: she was lying, or someone had used her network without her knowledge. Neither option pleased me. "Get me everything on Miranda's businesses," I ordered Roman. "Every company, every property, every security firm connected to her. I want to know which ones are still operating and which ones have been abandoned." Roman nodded. "I'll start with the companies that have access to private transport and shipping routes." "Start with all of them. Narrow it down afterward." He left immediately. I stood by the window, staring at the grounds below. My son was alive. Yet I had returned to the estate without him, and every minute that passed without knowing where he was felt like another failure. I would not make the same mistake twice. My office do