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As I walk down the dim hallway, my footsteps almost silent, my thoughts drift to Sophia. That unforgettable night we spent together haunts me. Each memory is still vivid and relentless.
Her sultry moans, the way she whispered my name in ecstasy, the warmth of her body pressed against mine…
Fuck!
My cock starts to stir in my shorts. My body tenses, reacting to the memory of her flushed skin, her chest heaving as I thrust deeper and deeper.
What are you thinking?
I shake my thoughts off as I stand in my meeting room, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Events have been bad lately. The burden of it feels unshakable. Betrayal… The fucking word tastes bitter in my mouth. Two of my men turned on me. The sting of it is unavoidable. My enemies circle like vultures, and the FBI isn’t far behind. The fuckers are never far.
My eyes move to the leather chair in the corner, my jacket draped over its arm. I could leave this goddamn house and try to forget everything, but there’s no escape. Nothing but more work and more problems. My home, supposed to be a sanctuary crafted to meet my every need, now feels like a frigid tomb.
A familiar urge to work through the night tempts me, but I resist. Instead, I unlock my computer, tapping the keys with measured precision. The sound usually calms me, but not tonight. My rage flares as I open an email and read the name of a lawyer involved in yet another lawsuit. Bloodsuckers, every one of them, trying to take what they haven’t earned.
Most of the time, I can brush off these legal battles. But not tonight. I’m fucking tired of it all. The never-ending cycle of enemies and betrayals, the relentless pressure of trying to keep everything together.
Yebat’ yego v rot!
I grab my phone, cursing under my breath, and dial Svetlana’s number. It’s three in the morning, but she answers immediately, as if she’s been awake all this time. I don’t bother with pleasantries, just demand to know about the nanny situation.
“Mr. Ivankov, there are some new candidates coming in today,” she informs me, her voice crisp and efficient. “I’ve already made the arrangements.”
“Good,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “Make sure they’re what Yulia needs. I won’t have her suffering any longer. Oh, and make sure this time they fucking stay,” I growl into the phone, my anger barely contained. “I won’t have Yulia going through this heartache again.”
“Understood, Mr. Ivankov,” Svetlana replies, her tone impassive. “I will do my best to find the right person.”
I pause for a moment, contemplating my next words. “Send them to my office when they arrive. I’ll do the interview myself.” Determination hardens my voice. “I want to be absolutely certain we’re making the right choice for Yulia.”
Svetlana hesitates briefly, clearly surprised by my decision, but she quickly recovers. “Very well, Mr. Ivankov. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”
I lower myself into the ice bath, the frigid water biting into my skin as my muscles scream in protest.
Shit! This feels fucking insane!
After a brutal workout in my private gym, I need the cold to calm my overworked body. To quiet my mind. As the chill soaks deep, I relish the sensation. It reminds me that I’m alive, that I can still feel something despite the darkness that threatens to consume me.
I exhale raggedly as I force myself to stay submerged. My chest tightens with each passing second, but I know this is what I need – a jolt to my system, a way to take control. My body shivers in response to the icy water, but I can’t ignore the lingering heat in my groin. A constant reminder of the craving clawing at my gut.
My phone vibrates, and I scowl as I reach for it. It’s Dimitri calling.
“What?” I snap.
He is breathing heavily on the other end of the line and doesn’t waste any time getting to the point.
“Aleks is working with a goddamn punk to hack into our system!” His voice is thick with bloodlust. “That son of a bitch! He won’t get away with this. We’ll bring in every fucker who dares to betray us!”
I know these aren’t empty threats. Erik and Dimitri are relentless, like goddamn bloodhounds on the scent. I know they won’t stop until they’ve rooted out every last traitor.
I smile cruelly as I imagine the punishment we’ll deliver to those who have dared to betray us. They’ll learn the hard way that fucking with me and my empire is a one-way ticket to hell. The rage within me simmers, a fire that never quite goes out. It fuels my every move, my every decision.
Nothing will stop me from protecting what’s mine. And I’ll make damn sure those who cross me pay the ultimate price.
The chill of the ice bath only serves to sharpen my focus, my thoughts clear and precise. My muscles tense, and I feel the familiar surge of power rising within me. My resolve hardens like a steel blade. They’ll soon learn what it means to cross Luka Ivankov, and when they do, they’ll wish they’d never been born. Mercy isn’t in my vocabulary. Their suffering will be a lesson to all who dare to challenge me.
My thoughts are interrupted when the door to the bathroom creaks open, and a young maid nervously steps inside. Her cheeks flush, and her eyes widen as she takes in my bare form. She’s clearly struggling to look away from my exposed body as she searches for words.
“Sir… the… Ms. Svetlana ask me, um, the candidates for, uh, nanny are, um, ready for…the interview,” she finally manages to squeak out, her voice barely audible.
