She inhaled the air into her lungs. He never took her out to a particular party. Then why...This time? With the Pakhan? Though, she didn't understand the word and didn't ask him. 'Why now? When I'm pregnant.' She pressed her palm on her thigh, feeling the cold metal pressed against her skin. Thunder echoed outside the window, she peered out of the moving car up and the sky, noticing clouds gathered. Curving her mouth into a smile, she peered at her husband, "It's going to rain." She smiled that it was warm inside the car. She could see the wind blowing. He hummed, returning her smile, "The party is indoor," She could see mountains in the distance, "Um," She hesitated. She would be tired soon, "Are they your business partners?" She asked him. "Sort of," His reply caught her off guard. They were also part of his underworld. Why would he want her to attend it? The thought was unsettling her. She ran a hand on

He was standing under the lamp in the center of the ceiling, he was glaring ahead. His knuckles were white grasping the knife. The blood was dripping from it. He wasn't looking satisfied with his work, he chopped his fingers, broke his jaw, and peeled off his skin. The blood was dripping from every part of his body. "Marvellous!" Damyan chuckled from behind him. He shook his head, "I haven't started. Bastard... Passed out," He snarled, throwing the knife on the table. It broke the silence, multiple times. "It's almost morning." Damyan muttered, looking down at his wrist, "Your woman must be waiting for you. You should tell her everything," He shook his head in disapproval. "Mierda," His jaw locked, "She's not strong like your Rosa." They have been friends since eighth grade. Though Damyan was an Underboss's son and he was the future king of his people. Nothing could affect their friendship. "I'll keep him alive until your beast gets its satisfa

She heard the gunshots while spending her time with children who were invited for breakfast from NGO. She was glad their bus left before any tragedy. Her gaze turned to her husband who looked unaffected by it and eating fruits from the bowl, she hadn't finished yet. "Liam," Her steps were slow toward him, but big eyes were carrying dread. "Nothing should bother you, babe." Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he tugged her onto his lap and held out the fork for her. "I'm not hungry now." She pushed his hand away, "What has just happened?" She asked. "You don't need to know," He dropped it with a clink. "I hate this," She huffed, turning her face away from him, clearly, showing her annoyance. Her eyes rested on the doctor and one guard ushering her inside, "Why is the doctor here?" She asked, getting on her feet. Liam got on his feet as well. His gaze was demanding on the guard. "Isha ma'am is sick." The guard replied.

"May I?" Kazimir smiled at her. She returned it and sat in the chair, "Thank you," She pushed the loose strand away from her face. Her eyes met with Angelina as she came to serve food. "Good morning, Rose. How are you feeling today?" "Good morning. I'm feeling good. Thank you," She said, a smile marring on her lips. Angelina nodded, flashing a smile her way before turning to Kazimir, "What would you like to have for your breakfast, Sir?" Angelina asked. She felt as if she was in a restaurant instead of home. "Whatever plus black strong coffee. Thank you," Kazimir said, without lifting his gaze from his phone. "Good morning, Rose," A cheerful voice came from behind her. She pulled the chair out and sat next to her. A blush crawled over her cheeks when her gaze locked with Kazimir. He looked straight at her without any shame. "Morning, do you know each other?" She asked, resting her back against the chair.

Travis and Sahil were going with Kairo. Still, he was a little worried about him. He was determined to wipe out the whole clan if something happened to his youngest brother. "My sister is gonna freak out," Caspian said, sipping his whisky. He shook his head, "I'll meet you tomorrow evening at Detroit's border. Kazimir will join you," "As you don't wanna answer my question. Where's Bratva's consigliere?" Liam arched his brows, running his thumb over the rim of his glass, "That should be your last glass," He turned to the counter, Sahil and Travis were already webbing their plan. Kairo was still unaware of everything. Trust wasn't his thing but he would prefer these men when he would be on the other side of the world with his wife. "Nah! It's not alcohol. I hate the tears in my princess's eyes. You can talk to her, man, explain things." Caspian said. "She's my wife." He said with a tightening jaw. "Stubborn ass. Why did I let