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NIKOLAS
“What do you mean ‘I’m coming with you’?” Harper’s voice is muffled, but she’s clearly unhappy.
“It’s non-negotiable,” my father spits out. “You’re not staying here.”
“So what was the fucking point in calling them if I’m not staying here?” she shouts.
“Language! You want me to be happy, don’t you, malyshka? 1 ?”
A long, uncomfortable silence follows, making me grit my teeth.
What the fuck does he mean by that?
“Nikolai saw your text message last night.” I cringe at the mention of my Russian name. “He also found the box on your doorstep when he picked you up this morning. Until we sort this out, you’re not staying in the city. A lot of people want us dead.”
“You’re the Bratva. Sin and Saint have been trained to kill people since they were able to walk. I can stay with them.”
“There’s no way she’s leaving with them,” Sin whispers as we enter the house.
“That’s not happening.” I clench my jaw, wanting to break something.
“Even Dimitri can protect me,” she continues, her words igniting a fire within me.
I know she despises the guy, so why the fuck would she bring him to the table?
My father might have promised her to him, but there’s absolutely no way in hell we’ll allow that to happen.
My twin assured me he would handle it, and I have complete faith in him.
It’s not that feeling his last breath between my fingers wouldn’t be satisfying, but I’d rather focus on my sister than this piece of shit.
She has infiltrated our mind like a fucking disease.
She’s everywhere.
We are determined to have her, no matter the cost, even if it means eliminating anyone who stands in our path.
Our father comes out downstairs, and we both exchange looks of disdain.
“What the fuck was this about?” Sin asks with fury in his eyes.
“She’s coming with us,” our father states.
As if he had a say on this.
“The fuck she is,” I lash out. “She’s spending Christmas with us.”
My father leans towards me and pushes me lightly with his finger on my chest.
“I don’t think you have a say on this, syn? 2 .”
“She’s coming with us, and that’s final.”
I feel Sin’s patience wearing thin as he speaks. “Listen to me carefully, Iakov . You can go wherever the fuck you want, but Zayka? 3 stays here. Am I clear?”
Sin’s piercing gaze meets mine, causing me to nearly sprint upstairs.
I know she’s going to be furious with me for bringing up her stalker, but I didn’t think my asshole father would have this reaction.
And again, what the fuck did he mean by ‘you want me to be happy’?
“Knock, knock.” I lean against her door frame and watch as she paces in her room.
“You. How could you?”
“Pips.”
“Nuh-uh. Don’t Pips me. You went behind my back, Saint.”
Stepping away from the door, I make my way towards her, my fingers tenderly caressing her cheeks.
“Pack your stuff. We’re leaving.”
“Are you coming as well?” Her eyes light up but quickly fade when I shake my head.
“We’re not going.”
“So why do you want me to pack my stuff?”
“We’re going to the cabin.”
“Nope. I can stay here by myself. Lie to them and tell them I’m going with you, but I’d rather stay here.”
I sigh. “You know it’s for your own good. Staying here while you have a psychopath following you is not a good thing.”
She is completely unaware that she will soon be stuck with not one but two of the people who have been obsessively following her.
As my thumbs glide over her temples, she releases a satisfied sigh that makes my cock twitch.
“C’mon, sis. You love the cabin. We always had fun there.”
“I already have plans.”
So she says.
If she doesn’t change her mind, we may be forced to take matters into our own hands.
“And there’s no service connection.” She groans as I apply more pressure on her temples.
I know there’s no service connection, and that’s precisely why I proposed going there in the first place.
There will be no way for her to escape our grasp.
“I think you can survive a week without your phone.”
Sin will probably be the most frustrated without his daily fix of seeing Harper naked, but he’ll have the live show to make up for it, which is even more satisfying.
“I can’t. I told you I already have plans with Lisy.”
“We’ll be leaving in ten minutes. Pack your shit.”
We both turn to glance at Sin, his jaw clearly clenching.
A sigh escapes me because she’d have been more inclined to accept if I was the only one here.
“Make sure to grab everything you need,” he continues.
“I’m not coming.”
Leaning closer, he forcefully tugs on the back of her hair, causing her to gasp.
“Da? 4 , you’re coming. Either you’re doing it willingly or by force. I’m giving you five minutes to join us downstairs.”
And with that, he leaves us alone.
“Fucking wanker,” she mumbles.
“Hey.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and whisper in her hair. “Think about the Christmas movie night while we’re watching the fairy light dance around us. The hot chocolate and marshmallow parties. The cosy atmosphere.”
She says nothing and goes towards her wardrobe to start to pack her bag.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs.” I walk towards her and kiss the top of her head. “You’ve always been a good girl for me.” Her body tenses at my words, igniting a rush of adrenaline right down my cock.
Something I’ve observed is that my girl enjoys receiving praise, and her body consistently responds to it.
I let go of her, giving her some space, and she takes a moment to catch her breath before packing.
“Where is she?” Sin asks as I join him downstairs.
“Packing.”
Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the air, followed by a thud that shakes the doors.
This sound is all too familiar to us.
She’s trying to sneak out the window.
Instead of running after her, Sin gives me a devious look, and I know what he’s thinking.
It’s already late and dark outside. She won’t go far. Just enough to make the chase fun.
1 ? Little girl/baby (ma - LYSH - ka)
2 ? Son
3 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)
4 ? Yes