Nicholas's POV:We both looked towards the door simultaneously. I already knew what to expect and who it was, but she didn't.She looked at me, expecting me to ask whoever it was to come in. What I was avoiding was about to unfold right in front of me. This was all her fault; if only she had left when I asked her to instead of barging in the way she did.Before I could stand up to ask whoever brought the food to take it back, Laura was already at the door. She opened it and upon seeing who it was, she looked over at me in surprise."You asked for food?" she asked.I rolled my eyes and lay back on my bed, "Of course, I asked for food. That wouldn't have happened if someone had let me eat in peace," I snapped, realizing as soon as the words left my mouth that I was acting like a 6-year-old, and that was all Laura's doing. She had been making me tap into the younger version of myself trapped somewhere within me."I already apologized about that, and if you were really hungry, you shouldn
Laura's POVHe looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. I greeted him and sat on the low sling beach chair beside him."This view is perfect," I said."It certainly is," he replied. I could feel his eyes on me, making me feel insecure and uneasy. I shielded my eyes with the sunglasses I had brought with me to appear more confident.He looked behind him and snapped his fingers at a heavily built bodyguard. The man approached."Ring the kitchen and tell them to get us some drinks… what would you like?" He asked, looking at me."An orange juice will be fine," I replied.He turned his attention back to the bodyguard, "Tell them to get some orange juice and a bottle of one of my finest red wines.""Okay, boss," he said and left."I didn't think I would look out from the balcony of my room and see you seated here on the beach this morning," I said, looking over at him.His long lashes cast a beautiful shade around his eyes as the corner of his lips curled up in a smile. "I actually love m
Nicholas' POVShe just has a way of getting on my nerves, doesn't she? What was that about? She wanted to smack me on the face? The audacity! How did I get here? I paced around my room, my thoughts raging. I was distracted by a call and pulled out my phone from my pocket to see who it was; it turned out to be Carlos."Where the hell are you?" I vented over the phone, transferring my aggression to him. He was supposed to be back already; what was still keeping him from showing up?"I am about to get on board, boss. I will be back by noon," he said hastily.I rolled my eyes, my anger not dissipating in the slightest. "So why are you calling?""I heard what happened, boss. I wanted to know if there is anything you would want me to do." He wasn't being specific."I don't understand, what did you hear?" I asked frantically, on the verge of losing my patience."I heard one of the shipments was attacked yesterday. Josiah told me when he called, thinking I was with you," he replied calmly."O
Laura's POV:I knew immediately who it was without even glancing back. Who else but the loud and boisterous Nicholas. Abraham looked at him with surprise, "I thought you said you weren't coming down for breakfast?""I have every right to change my mind whenever I want to, don't I?" he quizzed."Of course, you do!" Abraham said, pulling out a chair for him as a smile played at the corner of his lips."Besides," Nicholas continued as he strode to the chair and sat down, "if anyone should have breakfast in their rooms, it sure as hell shouldn't be me; this is my house," he spat, glaring at me with vicious eyes.I remained silent, choosing not to say anything that might further anger him. I needed to apologize to him, though. After all, I was the one who had asked Abraham to call him on the phone as we had unfinished business. Once I was done apologizing, I also intended to tell him about my plans to move back to London.The table was set with a variety of dishes, their pleasant aroma fil
Nicholas' POV:I took out my phone from my pocket to check the caller's identity; it was Carlos. Annoyed, I rolled my eyes and answered the call, snapping, "Yes, what is it?""We just arrived, boss. We're heading to the mansion now," he replied.I heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Good, come to my room as soon as you get there.""Okay boss."Thank God he was finally here. I needed to clear my head, and leaving this house for a while would help with that. Once they arrived, we would go to the bar and meet the men there.I sat on my sofa and poured myself a glass of vodka, sipping it while staring at the curtains in my room. My mind was occupied with thoughts of my recent encounter with Laura.About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my door, and I already knew it was Carlos. After all, who else would it be? They should have arrived by now."Come in," I said.The door opened, and Carlos walked in, looking around my room as if he were seeing it for the first time."It's a good
Nicholas' POVWe entered the room and took our seats. I glanced at James, puzzled, and inquired, "What exactly happened?""We were returning from picking up a shipment. There were only about 5 of us in the truck," he said, resting his hand on the desk."We became suspicious when the driver noticed shiny objects on the road. It quickly dawned on us that something was amiss," his eyes widened as he recounted, "we might have all been killed since they had set up an ambush right in front of us."I listened attentively, as did the others. While he had briefed me on the incident earlier, it had been a summary. Now, I wanted the full details."How did you realize they had laid an ambush ahead?" Carlos asked. He was the only one audacious enough to ask questions in my presence without seeking permission first.James looked at Carlos and then at me, awaiting a nod of confirmation before proceeding. I subtly nodded, and he began, "We knew they had set an ambush because as soon as we saw the shi
Nicholas's POVHe appeared bewildered, clearly not anticipating my refusal to shake his outstretched hand. Glancing at his hand, he coughed and settled into his seat. Lighting a cigarette, he took a drag, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air.We locked gazes, and I broke the silence."This time, Vladimir, you've gone too far. You've crossed a line," I growled."Because of you, why did you choose to sell to another Russian in Italy? My new competition? And you didn't even bother informing me?" he inquired, his eyes fixed on me as he took a prolonged drag from his cigarette. I felt an urge to snatch the cigarette from his grasp and discard it."The cocaine is mine to distribute. I decide my buyers, and I answer to no one," I responded coldly, my gaze unwavering."We've been partners in business for years, Nicholas. We've never encountered any problems. Why stir up trouble now?" he asked, reclining in his chair."I can procure as many supplies as you can. You needn't supply any other
Laura's POVI stood in the corner, watching them with a pang of envy gnawing at me. He hadn't engaged with me much, not even offering a hug except when it led to intimacy. This newfound connection between him and Laura left me feeling uneasy.It all began during her mourning period. Prior to her departure from the secret hideout, he'd even shared his number with her, suggesting she reach out if she needed anything. Initially, I understood it as a gesture of pity for her loss, but now it seemed their rapport had blossomed into a close friendship.I do trust Sonia, though. I knew she held no malicious intentions; she would never do anything to harm me. She's been my support for years.I approached their location, still chatting, and greeted Nicholas. He briefly glanced at me and offered a slight nod in response.I was seething inside, though I concealed it. I wasn't going to let him believe his attempt to get under my skin was succeeding."Sonia, I'll be upstairs. Come find me when you'