His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 127

Zane’s POV

I stood at the edge of the high landing, staring down at the cars tearing through the underground track below.

Smoke puffed into the air from the cigarette between my fingers but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

Preoccupied with something. Someone.

My eyes drifted to the phone lying on the concrete ledge beside me.

Zero calls. Zero messages.

Nothing from the phone I kept specifically for her.

I closed my eyes, wondering when the fuck I’d turned into a lovesick teenager. Less than two months ago, I wouldn’t have given a damn about who called and who didn’t. I loved my peace. Thrived on silence. The quiet gave me space to think, to plan, to strategize.

But now?

Now I felt like my chest was being crushed by a truck every time looked at that blank screen.

“Standing up here groaning over a woman,” Nikolai’s voice cut through my thoughts, thick with his Russian accent and dripping with amusement. “Why don’t you just call her?”

He leaned against the railing beside me, his own cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling up toward the warehouse. ceiling.

Nikolai had that look on his face. The one that said he was about to tear me apart with brutal honesty and enjoy every second of it.

“And why should I call her?” I said, my voice flat. My eyes settled back on the race below. “I’m not chasing anyone.”

One of the drivers was trying to take a particularly dangerous turn. Idiot was going to flip his car if he didn’t slow down.

“Because you’re whipped,” Nikolai said bluntly, now fully focused on me instead of the race. “And you’ve been making drastic decisions for the past two days because you can’t handle the fact that she hasn’t reached out.”

“I haven’t—”

“You made what’s-his-name-” Nikolai paused, pretending to think. “Ah yes, Andrew Cooper. The digital media specialist who created that deep fake of Olive. You made his wife divorce him. Filed a lawsuit that bankrupted him. Ensured he can never work in media again. He’s been rendered completely useless. Pathetic man.”

I took a long drag from my cigarette, saying nothing.

“Old news, I know,” Nikolai continued, clearly enjoying himself. “But what about you blowing up that warehouse full of stolen sports memorabilia? The one that belonged to those trafficking ring leaders who pissed you off at the club last week? What was that about? Protecting your territory? Or proving something to yourself?”

I exhaled smoke, watching it dissipate into the air.

“They deserved it,” I said simply. “I did what was necessary.”

But Nikolai was never the type to accept defeat.

He shook his head, chuckling.

“No,” he said. “You did that because the woman you love hasn’t called you. Even after you decided to buy a company’s shares warth over a billion dollars and hand them over like a charity case to her stepfather-who, by the way, is your core enemy. But the person you did it for hasn’t called. And you’re confused because you’ve never found yourself in this kind of situation before

Every word hit like a punch.

I turned to look at him, jaw clenched.

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