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His hips buck again, and I feel his hot seed hit the back of my throat. I swallow eagerly, taking every drop of him, and he grunts in approval.

His focus wavers, and the car veers dangerously close to the edge of the road. The tires screech, and I can feel the rush of adrenaline as Maxym swerves to regain control.

Just when it seems like we’ve narrowly avoided disaster, the flashing lights of a police car strobe through the car.

I feel a mix of adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins as I glance at the flashing lights in the rearview mirror. Shit, this is not what I needed right now.

Maxym quickly zips up his pants, his eyes locked on mine. “Hold on tight, Sofia,” he growls, his voice filled with urgency. I quickly straighten myself up, trying to compose my appearance as best as I can.

As the police car pulls up behind us, its siren blaring, Maxym calmly pulls over to the side of the road. He reaches under his seat and grabs a stack of cash, shoving it into my hands. “Take this and hide it,” he commands, his voice stern. “Don’t answer any questions they ask.”

Nodding, I tuck the money into my bra, feeling the crisp bills against my skin. The police officers approach our vehicle cautiously, their hands resting on their holsters. I can tell they’re suspicious, but I keep my gaze focused forward, avoiding eye contact.

One officer approaches Maxym’s window, leaning down to peer inside. “License and registration,” he demands gruffly.

Maxym reaches for his wallet and hands over his driver’s license while keeping his voice calm and collected. “Is there a problem, officer?”

The police officer scans the license before returning it to Maxym. “We received a report of reckless driving in this area,” he says, eyeing Maxym suspiciously.

Maxym smirks confidently. “Must have been a misunderstanding,” he replies smoothly. “I assure you, officer, we were driving safely.”

The officer narrows his eyes but decides to let it slide for now. “Just be more careful,” he warns, stepping back from the car. With one last suspicious glance, the police officers retreat to their vehicle and drive off.

I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding, relief flooding over me. The police officer must have recognized Maxym. I watch the police car disappear into the distance, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. Maxym glances over at me, his icy eyes filled with an unreadable emotion. “That was too fucking close,” he grumbles under his breath.

I nod, pulling my lip in between my teeth nervously. I can taste the metallic tang of fear mixed with the lingering taste of Maxym on my tongue. The adrenaline surge from a brush with the law still lingers in my veins, making me feel jittery and reckless.

Maxym’s hand shoots out, capturing one of my restless ones to give it a reassuring squeeze. His touch makes my stomach knot with want. It’s twisted, being turned on by danger, but there’s something about this man that brings out the wild in me.

Releasing my hand, he puts the car back into gear, pulling back onto the road and maintaining a respectable speed this time. For a moment, everything is quiet except for the purr of the Rolls Royce engine and our erratic breathing.

Fuck. This was ridiculous. I now see how individuals might become adrenaline junkies, and I can definitely see myself being one.

I don’t mind it one bit.

Chapter 18

Ivan

I remember my childhood vividly. Viktor and Maxym don’t, but I do.

A memory flashes in my mind, uninvited. A cold winter night, the three of us huddled in a decrepit, abandoned building, the only shelter we could find. Our breaths turning to fog in the icy air. Viktor, the youngest, shivering uncontrollably, teeth clattering like a rattlesnake’s tail. Maxym’s arms wrapped around him, trying to share his body heat, but it’s never enough. And me, I’m on the lookout, always alert. Every noise, every shadow sends my heart racing. But I can’t show fear, not in front of them. I’m the eldest, the protector, the one who has to be strong when all I feel is a deep, numbing cold eating away at my bones.

I remember the hunger, gnawing at our insides like a rabid beast. Empty stomachs, but even emptier eyes. There was this one time I found a half-eaten sandwich in the trash. My heart leapt with what feels like joy. But the joy died quickly when I realize there’s not enough for all of us. I break it into three, the smallest pieces you can imagine. We eat it in silence, each bite a reminder of our pathetic state.

Those days, we had nothing. No warmth, no food, no hope. But we had each other. We were a pack, our survival depended on each other. We made a silent vow, there in the darkness, our stomachs aching and our bodies freezing. We’d rise above this. We’d claw our way out of this hell, no matter what it took. We’d become the ones people fear, not the ones trembling in fear.

Now, standing in this luxurious mansion, surrounded by wealth and power, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness.We’ve achieved everything we’ve ever wanted, and yet, there’s this void, a gaping hole that all the money and power in the world can’t fill. I glance at Sofia, her hand resting on her swelling belly, carrying our future, our legacy. Maybe, just maybe, she’s the missing piece. Maybe she can fill the emptiness that’s been haunting us since those cold, desperate nights of our childhood.

The morning rolls on and I find myself in the kitchen, the heart of the island. The thought strikes me, how we would never do all of this for a woman, but Sofia... she fucking owns us all. The idea of ‘fighting’ for her, it’s almost amusing.

Then I see her. Sofia, with her hair a mess from sleep, like she’s just rolled out of bed. She’s lounging on the sofa, engrossed in one of those romance novels. The sight of her, so relaxed, so at home, it does something to me. It’s like she’s woven herself into the fabric of our lives, seamlessly, irrevocably.

I lean against the doorframe, watching her for a moment. “How was your date?” I ask, my voice casual but my heart’s not.

She looks up, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “It was... crazy.”

I move closer. “Really? Better than where I’m taking you tonight?”

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