After the night before, Reagan was glad that the pub was closed on Mondays—she didn’t think she had the energy to run the place. She’d been restless all night, too wired to sleep much, but far too tired to do anything more than lay in bed and think of her conversation with Niklaus.

It had been so much easier talking to him in the beginning, back before he’d broken her heart and she was forced to deal with men like Liam. As she stood in the kitchen, washing dishes and straightening up, she wondered whether things might have been different between them had he come back before Liam had come into her life.

Would she have been more receptive?

Would she have been willing to hear him out if the threat of what Liam might do wasn’t hanging over her head?

Then again, maybe she could tell Niklaus about him. He wasn’t from around there, and could possibly help…but was she willing to bet his life on it?

Finishing with the last plate, she dried it with a towel and placed it in the cabinet, a hard knock at the door nearly making her drop it. Wiping her hands off on her shorts, a sliver of excitement went through her as she turned the locks, imagining who was on the other side.

But that excitement died a quick death.

It wasn’t Niklaus standing there, but Liam, holding a bouquet of red roses, a wide smile on his handsome face. He was dressed in his customary suit, but his jacket was missing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Anyone else—or maybe a particular someone else—might have made her smile, blush even, but the sight of Liam only made her wary.

“What are you doing here?” It seemed she’d been asking that question a lot lately.

He held the flowers out for her to take, and after a moment, she did, but she didn’t bring them close to inhale their aroma, rathr kept them out in front of her like she was afraid for them to touch her skin.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday.” He cut off there, giving her a pointed look that she didn’t misunderstand.

He wasn’t done talking, but he wouldn’t say more, not until she invited him in.

Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Reagan stepped to the side, allowing him to slip past her. He had never been inside her apartment—and hadn’t pressed the issue. Unlike with Niklaus, she wasn’t surprised that Liam knew where she lived.

It was only after she’d closed the door and he’d taken a seat on the couch did he go on.

“I made a promise to you. Your little pub is important to you and I respect that.”

Why was it that he had to diminish it if he knew that it was important to her? By calling it little, as though it was practically insignificant, he was telling her that she thought more of the place than he did.

Not knowing how to respond to that—or at the very least, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t make him mad, Reagan elected to stay quiet, giving him a chance to say his piece so he could leave.

“But that’s beside the point. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. Jimmy knows better than that, doesn’t he?”

“My brother does what he wants.”

Liam nodded. “That may be, but we have rules, dove. If he wants to align himself with the fecking Flanagans, I can’t guarantee he won’t get hurt alongside them.”

Reagan met his stare head on, and for once, she felt the stirrings of helplessness. What could she do? Jimmy had yet to call her back, and there was no one around here that was brave enough to take on Liam and his brother, with the exception, it seemed, of Declan.

But she didn’t know where he was, or even how to get in contact with him.

Niklaus…

She didn’t know why his name popped into her head at that moment, but once again, she found herself considering confiding in him like she once had, because now that she thought about it, he had solved her first problem.

He might have walked away without a word, but not without leaving a parting gift, one that had meant the world to her even as it crushed her.

“But he’s not important now,” Liam said walking towards her. “How about you put those in water, then we can get out of here.”

Frowning, she shook her head. “I have plans today.” Which mostly consisted of doing absolutely nothing, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Cancel them. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Reagan was clueless. She thought she’d met everyone he deemed important. “Who?”

“My da’s in town on business, but while he’s free, I thought he’d like to meet the girl who’s stolen my heart.”

He couldn’t be fucking serious. And why could he possibly want the two of them to meet? She had never given him the impression that she wanted that, or even that she wanted to really be in a relationship with him.

“Liam,” she said, trying another tactic. “Isn’t it a bit early for that?”

“Of course not, dove. We have a good thing here. No one’s going to fuck that up for us.”

“Seriously, Liam—”

“Go, now. We don’t have much time.”

Reluctantly, Reagan walked to her bedroom, but closed the door after, making sure to push in the lock just in case Liam thought to follow behind her.

She grabbed the first things she saw, not bothering to try and dress up, especially when she had no intention of trying to impress his father.

Tugging on some jeans, a plain tank top, and a pair of sneakers, Reagan tossed up her hair, and grabbed a light jacket, pulling it on as she left her bedroom.

Liam frowned at the sight of her. “Is that the best you can do?”

That statement coming from anyone else might have hurt her feelings. It wasn’t like she looked bad, but by the way he was looking at her, you would think she’d just gotten off work after a sixteen-hour shift and hadn’t bothered to change clothes.

What was funny was how she had looked worse a couple of years ago when Niklaus had stumbled into the diner, and he hadn’t seemed bothered in the slightest. Even yesterday, he still looked at her the way he did so long ago.

“We don’t have the time, right?” she asked, grabbing her keys from the counter and heading out the door, looking back once she was outside to make sure he understood she wouldn’t be changing or anything else.

Liam didn’t look pleased as he exited her apartment, and maybe he’d been truthful when he said there wasn’t much time because judging from the look on his face, he looked like he wanted to drag her back in to change.

Reagan took this, however small it might have been, as a victory.

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A lot could change over the course of a year, Niklaus knew that better than anyone considering how drastically his life had shifted in a handful of days, but as he rode the elevator up to the penthouse apartment in Manhattan, he wasn’t sure what he would find once the doors opened.

He hadn’t seen, nor spoken to the Russian or his wife since he had left town almost a year ago after the birth of their son, Sacha. No matter that they argued more than they didn’t, or that Niklaus threatened to murder Mishca every chance he got, the second he had received that phone call from one of his brother’s men, just an address in fact, he had been out of bed and racing there.

Considering the animosity between them, Niklaus had never expected for Mishca to call on him that night and be a part of something so intimate. Sure, the little baby was his nephew, but that hadn’t meant he was to be included—it wasn’t like he had ever given them any reason to ask him to be in the baby’s life.

But he had cared. Since the moment Lauren had told him she was pregnant.

His first reaction was anger, as was his usual reaction to most things he wasn’t expecting, but deep beneath that was fear. Fear that Sacha would be hurt due to the life he was born into, and worse, that he would end up like Niklaus.

He didn’t pretend to think he was a good person. He doubted there was even a shred of goodness left inside of him after everything he had been through.

Despite his own shortcomings, Niklaus had made it a point to hang around a little more, make sure the baby—or Lauren, since she had been pregnant at the time—had everything she could have possibly needed.

But the night she gave birth, as he’d sat and waited, he hadn’t expected what the sight of Sacha would do to him.

Niklaus didn’t mean to care, but the moment he saw him, with the soft blue blanket wrapped around his tiny body, tucked securely in his father’s arms, he felt something other than hatred and anger and frustration and the rest of the roiling emotions that constantly churned inside of him.

And the very idea that the tiny little human that had yet to open his eyes—and had looked exactly like him since he was a carbon copy of his father—was another piece of his family had scared the shit out of him.

He wanted a family.

He wanted to be free of the burdens that had always sat heavy on his shoulders, but he didn’t know how. For so long, the only thing he had ever wanted was vengeance, feeding a vendetta that had already been fulfilled, but even after it had, Niklaus hadn’t known what to do with himself.

He hadn’t known who he was anymore.

And he’d been afraid with everything right there in front of him: his work, the fortune he’d amassed, and most importantly, the family that stood at his back no matter his attitude, he’d been afraid that he was going to fuck that up as well.

After all, it had been because of him that he’d lost someone he loved.

So he did the one thing he could do.

He walked away.

To clear his head. To get his shit together.

And when he finally had a clear conscience, finally letting the past go and making his peace with it, he’d thought of Reagan. Of the way she smiled at him when he hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

Of the way that ,though he had been no more than a stranger to her those nights when he took her to his bed, she had calmed a piece of him no one else had been able to.

Yeah, he loved Lauren and Sacha and Alex, even Luka and Mishca though those two infuriated him, but it was ultimately his memories of Reagan that had drawn him back to New York City.

Finishing the job for the Kingmaker had only been his excuse.

The problem was, he had left without a word to anyone, and he doubted Lauren of all people would be okay with that.

So by the time the elevator stopped with a ping, the doors sliding open revealing the entryway, Niklaus had braced himself, an apology at the ready.

Stepping inside, he started forward, his eyes darting around the space for anything that was different. Beside a few new pieces of art and a shift of furniture, the apartment was how it had been.

Niklaus was just turning the corner when something barreled into his legs, making him stumble back a step as his gaze shot down.

Brown, almost hazel, eyes stared back up at him, and for a spell, there was surprise, like he too was unsure of what he was seeing. Then, in wide-eyed wonder, he smiled up at him.

Never had the sound of his own name made his heart seize. Reaching down, he scooped him up, propping him up on his side. “How’s my favorite nephew?”

Sacha smiled almost bashfully, wrapping his arms around Niklaus’ neck as far as his little arms would allow. As Niklaus hugged him back, he realized almost belatedly that they weren’t alone.

Lauren was sitting cross-legged on the couch, a textbook in her lap with an assortment of notes and papers surrounding her. She’d been in the middle of homework or studying, but now her eyes were on Niklaus, a smile curling her lips as she took them both in.

“Mommy!” Sacha said in an adorably high voice, then he touched Niklaus’ face with a sticky hand.

“I see him,” she returned, using a voice most reserved for children. “Klaus, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I’m around,” he said by way of answer, looking to Sacha when the little boy turned his face to get his attention back. He might not have been speaking much yet, but he was definitely able to get his point across as he pointed back to his mother with a look on his face that told Niklaus that was where he wanted to go.

He crossed the short distance, dropping down into one of the two stuffed arm chairs, not wanting to mess up whatever organized chaos Lauren had going on around her.

Sacha pushed out of his arms, making his way over to Lauren who handed him a plastic car that Niklaus hadn’t noticed. As soon as he had it in his tiny little fist, Sacha came right on back, lifting his arms in the air, fully expecting Niklaus to pick him up.

How could he turn that down?

When Sacha was back settled in his lap, and content for the moment, Niklaus gave his attention back to Lauren. “How’s it been?”

“Over the last year?” Lauren asked with a raise of her brow.

If her earlier tone hadn’t told him, the way she was looking at him now definitely did. “You’re upset.”

“I wouldn’t say upset. You left without even saying anything. I didn’t think we were the best of friends, Klaus, but I thought I at least warranted a goodbye.”

He couldn’t think of an argument for that because even he thought he’d been wrong. Even if he had his reasons. “Sorry.”

She shrugged. “There’s no need to apologize. I just hope that next time you’ll say something before you disappear off the face of the earth. How long are you back for?”

Any other time during the last few years if anyone had asked him how long he planned on staying, he would have said he would be out of the city as soon as the job was done and not a second later, but now…

“I’m thinking about staying.”

Lauren looked surprised, dropping the pen she was holding into her textbook as a marker and closed it shut. “Like permanently?”

Niklaus looked away from her, down to where Sacha was pushing the car up his thigh and back down. “Hopefully.”

As his answer hung between them, he heard Lauren’s light laughter as she got to her feet, disappearing into the kitchen before she reappeared with a bottle of wine, glasses, and a corkscrew.

“You must be serious about her then,” she said as she fitted the corkscrew to the bottle and twisted.

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

“You wouldn’t have come back if you didn’t.” Pouring a glass, she offered it to him first, but when he declined, she took a sip. “If there’s one thing I know about you, Klaus, it’s how much you hate being here. You made that pretty clear.”

Niklaus shook his head. “I never said that.”

“It was in everything you did. Arguing with Mish every chance you got, or threatening to kill someone. Literally,” she said, giving him the side eye. “There wasn’t a day that went by when you didn’t threaten bodily harm to either Mish or Luka. But you’ve been here for what—twenty minutes already?—and you haven’t even mentioned, ‘the Russian,’ once.”

“That’s because he isn’t agitating me with his bullshit. Believe it or not, your husband acts like an entitled dick.”

“Really? Because the only thing I’ve seen him do is try and make amends for what happened to you. I don’t know what happened to make you hate him so much, Niklaus. I won’t even pretend like I do, but I see what he’s been trying to do ever since you popped back up. Mish loves you. And I know you care about him too, even if you won’t admit it.

“And before you say something smart, don’t bother. How many times have you risked your life to save me? Sure, you wanted to keep me safe, but you did it because you didn’t want your brother to lose someone the way you did.”

Niklaus frowned, not liking how her words made him feel, and the fact that she was right. “Mishca isn’t innocent in all of this.”

He could see the smile that was forming on her lips before she quelled it— he didn’t realize he’d said the Russian’s name.

“Of course not. And Mish, while I love him to death, he can be mean, cruel even, but if he cares about you, he’ll want to fix it. You just have to let him.”

She was right about that. Mishca had been trying to repay him in many regards for what went down. For a spell, Niklaus wondered whether he was apologizing for Niklaus getting kidnapped in his place, or for what he said in that apartment.

Or maybe he blamed himself for it all…

“Where is he anyway? I thought he’d be here.”

“Soon as Iosef told us you were coming up, he took off.”

“Why?”

Lauren leaned forward to place her glass on the table, holding her arms out for Sacha who was already walking towards her and climbed up into her lap—he was definitely a mother’s boy. “Believe it or not, Mish hates fighting with you. He figured you weren’t here for him anyway.”

Shit.

For once, Niklaus felt like an asshole, and for good reason. As he thought back over the last two years since he had walked into their lives, he had made it a point to make Mishca’s life a living hell.

Maybe now it was his turn to make amends.

“I’ll reach out.”

Glancing down at his watch, Niklaus realized he only had thirty minutes to get across town for more surveillance on the warehouse. It was time to go.

Climbing to his feet, Niklaus crossed the room, placing a kiss on the top of Lauren’s head, then grabbed Sacha up into a bear hug that made him squeal with laughter.

“I’ll catch you later. Shit to do and all that.”

“Be careful, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Duly noted.”

His back was to her as he walked away, but she called out, “So when do we get to meet her?”

Niklaus paused, thinking over his answer before responding. “I’m not even sure if she’ll have me.”

Lauren laughed at that. “If there’s one thing I know, you two Volkov boys won’t take no for an answer. Just let me know when and I’ll cook dinner.”

Smiling as he boarded the elevator, Niklaus called out, “I’m not trying to kill her.”