Taken By Nikolai

Nikolai

Ipace the floor, unable to control the rage that’s burning through my system. Stefan has Adele. That’s the good news, but my woman is currently lying in a hospital bed still unconscious. The door behind me opens and I turn and glare at whoever it is.

“Mr. Vasiliev,” the doctor says as he steps into the room. His lips pressed into a hard line, a deep furrow between his brows, he’s pissed, no doubt about the protocols that I have in place. Only a handful of people are allowed to see Lena, and they have to show their identification to my men before being allowed to enter.

“Is she okay?” I ask him, needing to know. Having only just been allowed in to see her. It had been almost two hours since we entered the hospital and the doctors went to work.

The blood has been cleaned from her face, her cheek is bandaged, as is her head where that fucking bitch Adele hit her. Not to mention her right arm is in a cast. She’s bruised and pale.

She won’t wake the fuck up.

“Ms. Alekseeva has multiple contusions, her wrist is fractured in two places, she has a concussion, something that we are monitoring. Her pregnancy is in its early stages...“ He lets the words trail off.

My chest tightens at his words. She’s pregnant, but she’s very newly pregnant that she could still lose it.

“How long will she be asleep for?” I manage to grit out. My anger and worry are batting against me like a sledgehammer.

He glances at Lena and then back to me. “That, Mr. Vasiliev, is something that I can not give a definitive answer on. It’s ultimately her body’s way of healing. She’ll wake up whenever she’s ready. Until then, pray, Mr.Vasiliev.” He gives me a tight smile and leaves.

I move to the bed, she looks so young lying there. My hand is pressed against her stomach where our unborn baby lies. I place a kiss against her head. “I’ll be back, malenkaya,” I promise her. “Rest, dorogaya,” I whisper as I press yet another kiss to her head.

I take one last look at the woman that I love lying in the bed and turn on my heel. The moment I step out into the hall, my men turn to look at me. All seven of them are standing tall and braced for action, ready to intercept any threat that may occur.

“Kostya, Pasha, Ira, and Kodiak, you will stay here and guard Lena’s room. No one in unless they have permission from me or her doctor.” My men nod, knowing what honor I have bestowed on them. Having them protect the woman that I love means that I trust them, that I value them as my men.

“Stefan, Ilya, and Konstantin are with me,” I instruct them as I move further away from Lena’s door. Every instinct in me is telling me to stay, but I can’t. I have two people I need to deal with before I can go back to her. I need to ensure that she’s safe, that when our baby is born that he too will be safe. But as long as Adele is alive that isn’t going to happen.

Stepping out of the hospital building, it’s the middle of the night and the rain has started to fall. The cool air wraps around me like a cloak. My jaw clenches as I stride toward the parked vehicle, I need to get this shit done, the sooner I can return to Yelena.

“Boss,” Ilya says as he climbs into the backseat beside me. Konstantin is driving and Stefan is in the passenger seat. “Adele is pissed, she’s demanding that we call you.”

My lips twitch at that. “Is she now?” I’m wondering where the bitch gets the gall? She’s playing a game, but unfortunately for Adele, she played against the wrong person and now she has to pay the price for her actions.

“The suka really thinks that she’ll sweet talk her ass out of this?” Stefan questions.

“Imagine how she’ll react when she finds out that she’s not really your wife.” Ilya grins. “I knew there was something off about the entire farce you wanted to call a wedding. You hate the woman, so I didn’t understand why you’d marry her. So I went snooping. The marriage wasn’t real, there was no wedding certificate. Adele Taylor was never your wife.”

My men chuckle, pleased about the news. “Honestly, Ilya, I’m surprised you didn’t figure this out sooner.” He’s usually on my back about the women I’m with, especially when I started this illusion with Adele. He made it clear, not just to me, but to her that he didn’t like her.

“I should have,” he grumbles. “Please tell me the suka is going to die.”

My chuckle is dark and humorless. “Oh she’s going to die alright.” She set out to have the woman I love killed—my unborn child killed—she doesn’t get to live.

Stefan rubs his hands together in glee, happy to be witnessing bloodshed. “Who tries to kill their daughter?”

This isn’t the first—hell not even the second—time she’s tried to have her daughter murdered. The first time when Lev died, then by sending the Croats after her, and again tonight. She fucked up, she went after someone precious to me and that means that I get to play, and Adele is going to finally know what it means to get on the wrong side of me.

The moment the car comes to a stop, I feel a calmness wash over me. Knowing that this cunt is going to die eases the worry that I have for Lena. I step out of the vehicle and nod to the men guarding the house that Stefan discovered Adele owned; the stupid bitch had been staying here for the last week or so.

Entering the house, I hear Adele bitching. “Nikolai is going to kill you,” she tells my men. “I am his wife.”

I shudder at the thought. Fuck no, I knew better than to marry a gold-digging whore who wanted the status along with the power that would be bestowed on her once we married. Hell, the bitch started bossing my men around long before she thought we said I do.

Her eyes widen the moment she sees me walk into the room where she’s currently tied to a chair, her hair is in disarray and judging by the split lip and black eye, someone wasn’t careful with how they handled her.

“Do you see what that animal did to me?” she cries, something that I’m immune to. Her crocodile tears are as fake as her breasts.

“Who?” I inquire.