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CHRISTIAN VICIOUS VOLKOV. 

Shouldn’t have touched her. 

Shouldn’t have tasted her. 

Shouldn’t have coated my fingers with her damn juices. 

Sinking into her tight wet heat might be the best. thing my fingers have done for a while. 

Tasting her, savoring her taste like a bottle of the finest wine from my motherland has my dick. hard as steel and my mind an inch deep into that silky wet heat that’s bound to be even better squeezing my dick. 

“I didn’t know…Boss. I thought-.” 

“Thought what?” 

It’s been two days out of the house. 

Two days I haven’t confronted Nico. 

Two days under the shower nursing a boner brought by my little nurse, my mind recalling over and over how slick she was, how good it’d feel to bury myself inside her forever and take and take till I left nothing in its wake. 

Till we became one and the obsession and the 

torture shredded itself away from me. 

“That she was single.” 

“She’s in my house, kid. What gave you the assumption that she’s fair game to just anyone?” 

“What did he do?” Maximo is on the verge of chuckling as he nurses himself to a bottle of Macallan 18. 

“Wait did you touch her, Nico? I mean you are reckless sure but touching her? Ouch“, Maximo adds. 

My hand on my chin, I can still smell the nurse on my fingers – reason number one why I don’t want to coat myself with Nico’s blood. 

That would ruin everything even if he deserves it. 

“It won’t happen again.” 

“It won’t. You are getting reassigned today.” 

“Boss, it was one mistake. A mistake I won’t be 

repeating. My mom is in the city, I can’t…can’t get reassigned.” 

I care about Nico’s mom like I care about the 

kangaroos in Australia. 

“Should have thought about that before you thought of taking what’s mine. Get the fuck out of my sight, Nico. I catch you staring at her, touching her, thinking you could nail a chance. with her and your mom being in the city will be 

the least of your worries, you hear me?” 

“Yes Boss. Thank you.” 

Nico scurries out of my sight. 

Maximo’s ass is already off my couch as he throws me an amused suspicious look. 

“What?” 

“You’ve been acting off for the past few days. My guess is you already fucked the nurse and you know how messy that will be or you tried to fuck her and she rejected you. Which is it, Volkov?” 

I almost want to laugh. 

She offered herself on a silver platter and I was the one to walk away. 

She wanted me to fuck her no matter the dirty 

little lies she cheated herself with. 

Truth was, that night, in that kitchen, we wanted. 

to do it but I’d never beg for it because I wanted. Alexia Green to beg for it, to be desperate enough. to want me filling her inch by inch and still hating 

herself for it. 

I don’t dignify Maximo with an answer. The unsubtle ringing of his phone cuts our little 

chit–chat short. 

He picks up the call; I take the glass of whiskey. from his hands and chug the rest down. 

I’m off my game. 

I’m twitchy. 

The woman in my house is driving me crazy and I think I’m well on my way to joining the nearest madhouse. 

“Xavier who? Don’t know any Xaviers. Wait, what did you just say?” 

I’m pulled out of my reverie by Maximo’s straight 

stance. 

His teeth ground in his mouth, the next time hist jaw ripples, my attention is slowly diverted to 

him. 

Last thing I need today is for things to go wrong when I already have a lot on my plate. 

Judging by his stance, his pissed off look, the way his eyes revert back to me, I know for a fact things have gone to shit and I’m one bullet away from blowing my brains out. 

Maximo hangs up. 

“Who’s Xavier?” 

I don’t know any bloody Xavier either. 

“The nurse was supposed to see her clinic today. Jagger and Jett took her to see it and meet her acquaintances. Xavier is one of the people who 

work in that clinic.” 

“Christ, Maximo. You hired a guy to work there and be her friend? When I told you to look for friends, I meant women or fuck anyone else but men.” 

“That’s the least of our concerns right now. Jagger and Jett were ambushed. Couple men took the nurse and her kid.” 

My body is already up from my chair. 

My blood runs cold. My lungs fill with choking air. 

“What do you mean men took the nurse and the 

child? Dante?” 

“It’s not Dante.” 

“Who?” 

“Demetri is in Chicago. The men were Bratva.” 

Fucking hell. 

In a dress I recently bought her after she burned her old ones, wearing shoes I bought her, her 

sunshine hair is a mess. 

And not just a mess, my chest rumbles with pained laughter. 

The way they are seated? 

In a restaurant, her eating and Demetri holding onto Millie as he wiggles a new toy in Millie’s 

face, one would call this the irony of the century. 

A kidnapped woman having the time of her life with a Russian psycho. 

A Russian psycho looking at what’s mine and thinking he owns it. 

She smiles. That smile that escapes her heart shaped lips now and then and makes her light the world like she goddamn owns it. 

That smile she has on the enemy. 

But beyond that smile, her lipstick is smudged. 

Add in that hair that’s all over the place and everyone would call me Einstein for knowing they had straight sex off the bat. 

“What do you want to do?” 

Maximo asks. 

“Watch.” 

Let the betrayal sink in. 

Figure out why the hell she’s too rhapsodic for a captive. 

“Do you see her smiling or is it just me?” 

“Volkov-.” 

“Nah, that’s a fucking smile alright.” 

Demetri flags a pale waiter and with a nod, he 

gives Alexia the go–ahead to order more on their 

table apart from the desert that’s already lining 

the corner of her lips. 

Chocolate muffins. 

I didn’t even know she likes chocolate but apparently Demetri does. 

The little nurse is about to bite into the chocolate smeared pastry in her hands when she cocks her head to the side and our eyes meet. 

Her blue eyes go an inch wider, like a kid caught stealing ice cream from the fridge. 

Those pretty lips of hers part as she drops the pastry back to the plate, pushes her chair back. and straightens her dress before she walks to us with unsteady feet. 

Demetri, the bulky man who looks like a stain of black in this white pristine restaurant spots me, his grin is enough to make my hands twitch, the hands he has on Millie are enough to want me to chop them off. 

I should be questioning why he is here.. 

As far as I know, I was going to take care of Dante Keaton and Demetri was supposed to stay in his 

lane. 

Not near Chicago and damn right, not near my 

nurse again. 

“Volkov“, She breathes, her eyes dilating with 

sheer fear, her throat throbbing with a nervous swallow. 

“Care to explain what’s going on here or should 1 skip dessert and finish the fucker where he sits?” 

“Don’t, please.” 

My fury skedaddles inside my body like an IED about to detonate, 

I look at her and my anger rises by a thousand 

watts. 

Is she begging for Demetri? 

“Don’t what, Mrs. Kingston? Don’t hurt your boss? Don’t hurt your lover? Just what are you begging for right now, Alexia?” 

She flinches at my tone, the only thing keeping me from running blind with rage is those glossy blue eyes that scream traitor. 

“Mercy,” 

I’ve heard that word so many times and every time someone says it, I’m taken back to the past. No one gives you mercy in this life. Absolutely not one, the sooner she learns that the clearer the 

world will be for her. 

“I don’t do mercy. You should know that. I don’t open my doors to traitors. I don’t protect those who double–cross me.” 

“Don’t start a fight here, this is not what it looks 

like. Dee and I were” 

Dee? Did she just call him. Des? 

I unholster my gun from my back a few waiters mutter under whispered votes telling the 

customers to evacuate as soon as they can 

I could care less about firing my Glock in a public 

Girinoy a restaurant or my name appearing in the papers. 

Or that cop Jefferson Miller finding a reason to finally put me behind bars 

The little minx holds my hand her little fingers curling around my gun, trying to stop me from doing the inevitable 

“Stop, please.” 

“Why are you with Demetre What business do you have with Demetri? Why are you sleeping around with that Russian bastard?” 

Those blue eyes gaze at me like a kaleidoscope. like a glass broken into pieces and I couldn’t care 

less. 

I look at her and I see her with Demetri kissing which explains the smudged lipstick, fucking him which explains the bedroom hair she’s sporting right now and I lose it 

“Stop this. Just…just stop.” 

“Then make a choice, sweetheart. Nothing’s for free in this world if your loyalty can be bought by 

like. Dee and I were-.” 

Dee? Did she just call him…Dee? 

I unholster my gun from my back, a few waiters mutter under whispered voltes telling the customers to evacuate as soon as they can. 

I could care less about firing my Glock in a public restaurant or my name appearing in the papers. 

Or that cop Jefferson Miller finding a reason to finally put me behind bars. 

The little minx holds my hand, her little fingers curling around my gun, trying to stop me from doing the inevitable. 

“Stop, please.” 

“Why are you with Demetri? What business do you have with Demetri? Why are you sleeping around with that Russian bastard?” 

Those blue eyes gaze at me like a kaleidoscope, like a glass broken into pieces and I couldn’t care 

less. 

I look at her and I see her with Demetri kissing which explains the smudged lipstick, fucking him. which explains the bedroom hair she’s sporting right now and I lose it. 

“Stop this. Just…just stop.” 

“Then make a choice, sweetheart. Nothing’s for free in this world if your loyalty can be bought by 

quick sex. 

Walk back to Demetri, crawl back to his sheets or come to me where your life will be a living hell after this. No rainbows, no privileges, no unicorns just me and my demands. And you want to hear one of the demands I’ll dish out to you when you 

crawl back to me? 

I want you to scrub that man off you and afterward, I expect you on my bed, naked, prim and proper for me to take. 

Make a choice, nurse.” 

Her hand tightens around my trigger–happy 

hand. 

Then with tears welling in her eyes, she whispers, “Let’s go…home.” 

“Get the child from Demetri. Take her home to 

her crib“, I order Maximo. 

I hold my nurse’s hand and the gun in one palm 

and walk out of Seven Seas restaurant like a 

scorned man. 

And this scorned man? 

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