Taken By Nikolai

I don’t answer him, but of course he knows. His laughter is mocking as he follows me out of Lena’s bedroom. “You finally found the woman you want to settle down with? And she’s the daughter of your wife?”

“Ilya,” I growl. “You have a choice. Shut the fuck up or get out.”

He follows me down the stairs. “In all seriousness, what are you going to do?”

“That, I have no idea.” Especially with her ignoring me. Does she really think that it’ll work? That I’ll keep my distance?

“When’s Adele due back?” he asks as we enter my office and I frown, how the fuck am I supposed to know that? “What’s going to happen when she arrives back and finds out that you’ve slept with her daughter?”

“Ilya, why are you asking stupid questions?”

He chuckles. “You never fucked Adele did you?”

I shudder at the thought. “Not fucking once.”

“Well, I guess that’s one thing,” the velvety rasp comes from behind me.

I turn and see Yelena standing in the doorway, her arms over her chest as she glares at Ilya and I.

“You are delightful,” Ilya says, flashing her his cocky grin that he uses on all the ladies. “Have we met before?”

“Ilya,” I snarl, trying my best not to reach for the gun in my hostler and kill my best friend.

He holds up his hand, silently asking me to hold on. “I do know you, you were dating the Italian.” He glances at me before turning back to look at the blonde temptress. He clicks his fingers. “The Bianchi boy. Alessio.”

She smiles brightly. “And if I were?”

My fists clench at the thought of her being with anyone else. Again, possessiveness rears its ugly head.

“Rumor has it that he’s been looking for you,” Ilya continues. “What did he do to make you leave him?”

She raises a brow. “Firstly, it’s none of your damn business. My life is exactly that. Mine. Second of all, Ales isn’t looking for me. He and I have spoken. He’s found someone new and he’s out of my hair. Anything else you want to pry into?”

The ass grins. “Sure, so you fucked the boss and now you’re hiding from him?”

She blinks. “Oh, well see how I see it, is your boss, took what he wanted. Whatever game he’s playing, I want nothing to do with it. Three weeks and I’m gone.” Her eyes narrow in on me. “If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

The moment she walks away, Ilya chuckles. “Good luck with her, Nik, she’s going to give you a run for your money.”

Oh I have absolutely no doubt about that. Yelena is everything that I want in a woman. Feisty, strong, independent, gorgeous, and she takes cock better than any woman I’ve had before.

“Let’s go,” I tell him before I find Lena and fuck her, again. “It’s time to go pay the doctor a visit.” I want those damn pills. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her go.

* * *

“Boss?” Konstantin, my enforcer, says as he steps into my office.

I look up from my computer screen and see that he’s dressed in a tailored suit, something he despises but wears whenever he’s here at the club.

Three days, Yelena has been gone for three days and I have no fucking idea where she’s gone. Ilya is searching for her; he’s assured me that he’ll find her. He had better fucking find her. I’m losing my damn mind. I have no idea what this woman has done to me but I’ve realized that I can’t be without her.

How does that even happen after one time?

“Stefan’s waiting outside,” he tells me and I’m wondering why the hell the man didn’t come in. “My informant in the Alekseev Mafia has told me that The Bullet has taken a break. They were taken on a raid that happened outside of New York City.”

The Bullet is the moniker given to Alekseev’s assassin. The greatest marksman known to man. For years, different factions of the Bratva have tried to uncover his identity but so far, it’s been a mystery.

“Taken?”