Novels by narama773

Nadia's POVDid I feel a remorse for taking Ivan's life? No but I felt sorry for his poor wife and daughter. A rule is a rule and I had to set the example so the other boys would be careful. He served as a lesson to the others that snitches get killed."The bar would be a nice idea" I say to Isabella as she drives me back home. "I'd just take a shower and head out immediately, so stop by Irina's and pick outfits for two."I didn't want to go to the club as a boss but as a young classy girl who wanted to be free for just one night, so I told Isabella to pick outfits that suited the occasion.I am at the bar, just finishing my third Martini. I find myself drinking more than I have to anytime I take a life, maybe it is survivor's guilt or something. Anyway I am sitting at the bar stool calmly"Another glass please," I say to the bartender.He comes over to take my glass, but then he just drops it at the table and disappears with some other guy."What the hell, did you just see that? He j

Nadia's POVA searing rage ignites within me, burning through my veins like a blazing fire. I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white, as I struggle to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to spill over. My mind races, thoughts swirling with a mix of anger and frustration. How appalling to be threatened because of those low lives? The audacity of this intensifies my burning desire to prove myself, to show the world that I am unmatched in everything."How can I be threatened with Rivera, Isabella, just how?!!, I rant to her. "Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure."Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?"My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."As if sensing my tension, Isabella voice take

Lorenzo's POVI step behind the worn wooden counter, the familiar scent of aged liquor enveloping me. Operating the bar isn't just a job for me; it is a veil, a shield against prying eyes. Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double.But it is fun and everything.Today is no different. It's just like any other day. We, night folks, do things backward. While most work during the day, we're busy making plans for the night while the sun's still up. We plan a day to save the night.Amidst the noise of daytime, we're setting the stage for the excitement that's brewing after dark. It's a time of getting everything ready, making sure all the pieces fit perfectly for the lively night ahead.I go around the bar, the bar is not full ye

Nadia's POVIt's another day at the shop.Another day to delve into the madness of this world and everything it brings. The atmosphere crackles with an electric charge, suffusing the air and constricting my lungs. Sunlight filters through the delicate lace curtains, casting intricate shadows on the threadbare carpet, while the room itself seems to hold its breath, poised for the imminent clash. And I know that from the moment I place my legs on the ground and leave my bed, I will not catch a moment's rest until I come back home again.I have always been a planner, even as a little girl, when my father would travel and ask me to play 'Boss' while he was gone. I knew that he never really left me in charge, but that I would be in charge eventually.My dream has always been running Pavel, and now I am finally doing it, even though my parents had to be killed by the rival cartel for me to take over.Pavel Group is constantly growing and that means, this brain of mine and everything that co