Chapter 80 Never Letting You Go

Chapter 80 Never Letting You Go
Threatening people was what Nikolai seldom did.

And if her ever did, he didn't let it fester for long. At most a week. Probably because he needed something important out of the person he threatened.

He found it an inconvenience to threaten people.

He preferred torturing to get what he wanted.

Her simple words or rather pleading words sat like a burning furnace in his chest.

Beneath his fingers, she trembled from aftershocks.

Sliding one hand up her back, he let it linger like burning heat against her skin then pushed his hand up to her neck, threading his fingers into the smooth strands of her.

Rubbing the base of her head gently, he said, "You're quite stubborn, Isa. How else do I get you to listen. If you're worried about your sister—"

"This isn't about her. This is..." She slurred her words, allowing herself to fall apart, tears pouring out of her eyes in hefty flows.

She had thought that she would be able to move on.

To not wallow in guilt about Samuel's death anymore but she couldn't.

The moment she begged Nikolai to make her cum and he made her dripped down, the painful guilt returned.

She didn't even know what had happened to his body.

Yet, she let herself be betrayed by the raunchy feelings coursing over her whole body.

Irritation coalesced at her gut.

She laid still on his chest, then moved her body ready to push against him but a scorching hand came at her back, "Don't move."

Isabella bit her lips and complied. Disobedience had consequences and she wasn't ready to face more consequences.

She shifted her body, finding a more comfortable position around his thighs, she threw an arm up his left shoulder, her breath coming up hot against his neck.

"Samuel," he said, his voice having an edge, "are you pleading because of his family?"

Somewhere at the back of his throat, he forced down the possessive roar that almost tore out of him.

Hearing her soft voice clenched his chest but he shoved it down.

He was a Pakhan boss. Having romantic feelings was prohibited. It was a weakness.

But he knew for certain that Isabella was his. He didn't give a damn, he was going to keep her trapped in his mansion.

She would learn to live with him.

She would learn to be very submissive.

She had to.

Without any threats hanging over her head, she would learn to be very graceful and useful for him.

"No." She slurred, sleep dotting the ends of her vision as darkness pulled her under. "Not for his family."

One hand that belonged to him began stroking her head softly, the other holding her possessively against him.

Feeling her warm breath against his neck, his dark eyes narrowed, the whites almost gone.

"You'll have to learn, Isabella. I'm not sorry for what I've done. I don't regret a single thing except for two things.

One, promising to not claim your lips.

Two, for killing Samuel off so easily. I should have waited. Patiently. Watching. His reaction as his life slowly left his body." He confessed to the quiet air around them.

A tight knot formed in his throat. His long thick veiny fingers moved down rubbing his marks on her neck.

Isabella released an unconscious breathy moan, pushing her mouth closer to his neck and rolled her hips just a smidge against his groin and his body tensed.

Dark molten possession clawed at his gut, and his fingers tightened around her.

"I'm sorry, Malyshka. But I'm never going to let you go. You belong to me."
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The familiar feeling of Moscow, punctured at Isabella's skin.

The cold freezing air returned, biting into her skin like icicles.

Her cheeks had turned red. Her hair flew carelessly across her face.

They had just landed at Nikolai's private airport.

The sky was still black. Midnight. Probably around one or two.

A flight hostess had woken her up to announce their arrival.

Nikolai wasn't on the plane.

She walked down the plane stairs, her eyes immediately catching the tens of guards dressed on black with earphones.

The ones closer to her stood empty handed but the ones who were farther down, circling the tarmac, held big rifles their build seemingly bigger and broader.

This was it.

This was what she remembered.

The heavy cruelty of the Russian Mafia sinking into her skin.

Despite the cold air whipping harshly against her face, her body instantly heated up.

Fear and sheer panic warring inside her.

She turned her head, searching for a familiar body build with dark eyes that always scorched hot against her skin but it was missing.

Nikolai wasn't here.

He left her.

Alone with these frightening men.

She gulped down a nervous breath.

A guard walked up to her and she held her breath.

He didn't look friendly but not too fierce either.

"The boss ordered us to take you to the mansion," he gestured towards the pathway towards a SUV, "Please." He finished with a bow.

Isabella didn't hesitate. She rushed, dragging her feet across the ground then entered the car.

The drive to the mansion was long but she waited and Imagined what Daisy's first reaction when she saw her would be.

She knew...

Happily over the top.

But everything went diminishing to the ground.

She was welcomed with emptiness. Rush of the maids speaking in hushed tones. They sounded frightened.

She didn't think too much of it. Everyone's probably sleeping but she needed to see Daisy even while she was sleeping.

So she walked. Hurried steps towards the room they both shared before Nikolai dragged her to London.

She pushed the door open.

It was empty. Cold. Just how she'd left it.

Nikolai had said Daisy would be getting another room.

Not wanting to walk around mindlessly, she knew Natalya's room and went there.

Surprisingly the room was unlocked and empty.

A drop of fear gripped her bones but she walked. Searched. Checking every single room but each door she opened she was left with emptiness.

"Hey," she stopped a maid who looked frightened, her head, glazed to the floor.

She didn't hesitate. She asked, "Where's Daisy and Natalya? Where's everyone including Dmitri, Sergi and Madam Elizaveta?"

The maid's hand trembled, throat bobbing, she drank in her fear.

Her patience thinned.

The maid was still shaking.

The patient rope snapped, "ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!"

Her angry bellowing voice seemed to have made the maids shit her dress,

"I-I don't know, Miss Bella. They h-have b-been m-missing for a w-while."

Fury churned her guts, unsatisfied with the confusing answer she angrily probed further, shaking the maid vigorously, her eyes quick to turn red,
"W-What do you mean? What d-do you m-mean missing? Who is missing?" Her voice cracked, thick raw emotion choking her voice.

The answer from the maid came out rushed,

"Daisy is missing."