VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOVI had just left the towering warehouse complex when a little mouse scurried into my plans—Victoria. She was on a mission with Juliet, and knowing her penchant for simplicity wrapped in elegance, I had already laid out her outfit: a crisp white skirt, a blue blouse, matching gladiator sandals, and a white purse. The perfect blend of sophistication and subtlety.As I handed the driver instructions to take her to Venom's place, I chose my own ride for the day—a sleek, 2024 black Bugatti. It had been a while since I'd unleashed one of my beauties, and the raw power beneath my hands felt exhilarating.The drive to the warehouse was short, thanks to the Bugatti’s untamed speed. My men were already waiting, their faces grim with anticipation. Today wasn’t about small moves; we were strategizing the collapse of the De Stefano empire. Their stocks, shares, and strongholds—all of it would crumble.“Logan,” I called out as we descended into the meeting room. Time wasn’t on
VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOVThe team set out the next day as planned. Venom, Logan, and Dee would handle the house invasion, while Freddy and I were tasked with visiting the De Stefano empire, known for their renowned beauty products.Lucian De Stefano built the empire from scratch. Initially, he was just a marketing strategist, offering innovative ideas for product management. Rumor had it that during his two years working for the Beauty House Empire, he contributed enough valuable information and unique cosmetics combinations to significantly boost sales. However, his boss silently stole his ideas, presenting them as his own.The truth was finally exposed in a high-stakes meeting attended by product managers, the board of directors, and the CEO. Lucian’s cunning boss, Timothy, always ensured Lucian accompanied him to meetings, where he’d rehearse Lucian’s explanations and confidently present them as his own. But one day, Timothy’s façade crumbled.During a presentation aimed at marketing
BRIAN DE STEFANO;My brother and I had a simple philosophy: we got what we wanted, no matter the cost. Whether it was eliminating obstacles or buying our way into power, we didn’t play by the rules. My current obsession? Vincenzo Volkov. He’s cocky, self-assured, and walks around like he’s untouchable. But he has no idea what’s coming for him—fast, ruthless, and devastating.Friday nights were sacred—Before Club nights. It wasn’t your average hangout. Only the elite, the dangerous, and the connected could step foot inside. Membership required more than wealth or power; it demanded a golden card, an exclusive badge of loyalty. My best friend, Desmond Troy, finally earned his. We’d been brothers in arms for over two decades. Desmond was rich, infamous in the corporate world, and, on the surface, the cool-headed owner of a top modeling agency. But beneath the facade? A ruthless, cold-blooded monster who thrived on chaos.Desmond was the kind of man who should’ve been locked up, guarded b
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;The sleek black car rolled into De Stefano’s Empire, the hum of the engine cutting through the air like a blade. As we approached the main entrance, my driver guided us into the exclusive parking area, where only those who mattered dared to leave their vehicles.I leaned back, my lips curling into a smirk. This building, this empire they clung to so desperately, was about to crumble. Their arrogance would soon be replaced by chaos, and I couldn’t wait to be the one to light the match.The driver stepped out first, walking around to open my door. I emerged, adjusting my jacket as my polished shoes hit the pavement. The sun gleamed off my suit, the kind of sharp tailoring that made people stop and stare.Beside me, Little Mouse stepped out quietly. She didn’t need to say anything—her calm presence said enough.Whispers filled the air like electricity.“Wait… is that—?”“No way. That’s Vincenzo Volkov!”The murmurs grew louder as faces appeared at windows and doors
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Woah… This is a total mess. How do you plan all this?” Little Mouse questioned, climbing onto my lap. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.“Easy, sweetheart. Just get to know them, their weak points… straight. Why do you ask? Want to be a Donna? A little Mafia queen?” I teased.She laughed, sliding off my lap and sitting on the couch, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.“Would it be wrong? I mean, there isn’t much Donna in Russia, you know.”I raised an eyebrow. “Is this a joke, or are you serious? Women never take these things seriously…”“Ah, come on, Vee. Women are the best at this kind of thing. We don’t need to act like you people,” she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, she shifted, leaning forward slightly. “So, who are the ones in the game? The real players?”I let out a short breath, thinking about how much I should reveal.“You know my elder brother, Nikolai? His one was a pretty damn good Donna. Had a reputation for silencing
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I had every intention of skipping dinner, and I told my mother as much. But, as usual, her tears and dramatic pleas were impossible to ignore. Somehow, she even managed to drag Little Mouse into it, who gently insisted we should go.And now, here I am, sitting amidst the Volkovs, feeling like an outsider in my own family. My gaze drifted to my father, his expression unreadable as he silently worked through his plate.“Vince, aren’t you eating? I spent hours cooking this meal for everyone,” my mother said softly, her hand squeezing my shoulder.I glanced at her, expecting my father to speak—maybe a snide remark, a glare, anything to remind me of my unwelcome presence. Instead, he remained silent.“Thank you, Ma,” I replied with a forced smile. She leaned in to kiss my cheek before taking her seat again.“How’s your company doing, Vince? I’ve been hearing a lot about Prime Estates lately,” Lorenzo piped up, his tone light but probing.Before I could respond, my mo
Victoria Bella Washington; “Are you alright, babe?” I asked, pouring him a glass of orange juice. “Didn’t know Mafia men were prone to tears…” He scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, please... I’m still human, you know.” He took a sip, clearly trying to regain his composure. Curious, I leaned in. “What’s the family tattoo like?” He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Nothing special... Just a few random words and designs. It’s got no real meaning.” “Liar,” I teased, but before he could protest, Cassandra appeared, stepping onto the balcony with a graceful air. “What a view…” she murmured, gazing down at the city below. “The Volkov family tattoo is legendary. Many would kill to be marked by it.” She turned to me, her grip gentle as she took my hands in hers. “You have a beautiful soul, Victoria. And you’re more than welcome to join this family. Now, let’s get you your tattoo.” "Be careful, honey," Vincenzo warned as we left,
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;It’s been a week since I moved back into the family house. While I appreciated Mum’s cooking, Father’s constant cold shoulder made me feel like a stranger in my own home.Now, I’m seated in my office, watching the news about De Stefano's Empire. Just as I predicted, the company is spiraling. Shareholders are pulling out, protests are mounting, and the business is on its last legs.Releasing the brothers’ crime report was the final blow—a calculated move to bury them. Now, they’re rotting in prison. Once upon a time, they thought they could compete with me, that I was just another low-level Mafia player.Fools.I built this empire, brick by brick, with blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. No one—no one—is going to tear it apart.“As expected, their company metrics are plummeting,” Christopher said, pouring me a glass of whiskey.“As they should,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “And that rat…what’s his name again?”“Desmond.”“Ah, yes. Handle him. Howev
It was a long night. Victoria had been in labor for hours, and I could see the exhaustion on her face. Sweat slicked her forehead, and her grip on my hand tightened with each contraction."Easy... easy..." I whispered, trying to keep her calm, but she wasn’t hearing it. She was too focused on the pain."Push!" the nurse said, her voice sharp and clear. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a loud cry of frustration."Push! You’ve got this, Victoria," I said, doing my best to be encouraging. She glared at me between breaths."Yeah, right. You’re the one who put me in this position!" she shot back, her voice strained. I knew better than to argue.The nurse was moving around, adjusting equipment, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t about to leave her side. I stood by her, rubbing her back as she gave another push.The nurse gave me a knowing look as she prepared to leave. “We’ll be right outside,” she said, before heading for the door. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“No, I’ll stay
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“You! You did this!” the president bellowed, his finger shaking as it pointed at me.I raised my hands, smirking. “Easy now. I didn’t do anything, alright?”“I'm disappointed at the kind of games you've played Mr President. First you tried sabotaging my image, now you plan on killing me?” Nikoali walked in, he took a glass of wine and drank. “Interesting…you wanted to kill my brother? After everything I've done for you!?” I asked, shaking my head. “Indeed, you are a fool. What was running through your head!” Nikolai set the empty glass down with a deliberate clink, his cold eyes never leaving the chaos in the room. "The president’s ambition always outweighed his intelligence. I warned you, didn’t I? But you never listen."I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the marble floor as I faced the dying man on the ground. Blood seeped through his shirt, pooling beneath him, yet his defiance still flickered in his eyes.“You wanted to kill my brother?" I repeat
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The car pulled over at the grand event hall. I adjusted my suit and stepped out. Nikolai wasn’t answering his calls, and it had been hours.Inside, I searched the room, weaving through the crowd of politicians and officials. Finally, I spotted him on the upper level, speaking to a high-ranking senator.I headed straight for them. Nikolai saw me coming, his expression tightening for a split second before he spoke.“Vince,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be here this soon.”“Clearly,” I replied.Nikolai excused the senator, and the man left without a word. Once it was just the two of us, I didn’t waste any time. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I’ve been calling you,” I said, my voice sharp. “No answer. I didn’t want to call Dad, Mom, or your wife to tell them your life is in danger.”Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘my life is in danger’? I’m fine, Vince.”“No, you’re not.” I stepped closer. “Mr. President ordered a one-point-and-shoot strategy
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"I love how you play these games, Charles. Coming into my house and trying to kill my wife? Really?" I walked toward the man tied to the chair, his face disfigured from repeated punches and his fingers chopped off. He was gagged, of course—I didn’t want to hear his excuses for trying to harm my wife."What was it? The money? How did you even get into my house with all that security, huh?" I watched as he tried to move—was he thinking of running? I couldn’t be sure, but I loved the way fear radiated from his face.He muffled a sound as I gave him a shallow cut across his cheek."Is that a cry?" I muttered, leaning closer, locking eyes with the man tied to the chair. "Alright, just nod. That’s all I need from you. Who sent you?"He thrashed, muffling something behind the gag."Oh, right. The gag." I yanked it off, watching as he gasped, blood trickling from his split lip. "Now, talk. Was it the Senator? Yes? No?"His breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rus
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned away, her back now to the door, and my heart sank further.She was angry, hurt. I could feel it radiating from her, and I had no one to blame but myself.I stepped inside, my breath heavy with guilt. As I approached the bed, I spoke, my voice raw and trembling with emotion.“Baby,” I began softly, “I’m sorry. I endangered you and our babies, but most of all, I broke your heart.”The words caught in my throat, but I pushed on, sinking to my knees beside her. “Please, forgive me. I can’t go on like this. It’s tearin
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da
Victoria Bella Volkov:"Hello, Miss Volkov," Clara mumbled, setting something on the table. She gave a curt nod to Vincenzo before leaving without another word."Well, that was... brisk," Vincenzo said, raising an eyebrow as he opened the container. "Did you bring me food because you wanted an excuse to check on me?"I smirked. "In your dreams! I just thought you might appreciate a meal." I wandered around his office, glancing at a few things. "It smells just like you—warm and inviting." I stopped and turned to him. "Anyway, I'm heading home now. I love you.""Oh, baby, I love you too," he said, pulling me in for a soft kiss.I left the hospital with a smile. Let me tell you, at least two nurses couldn’t stop staring at me.I was sure they thought Vincenzo was single. How dare he look so handsome? A flicker of annoyance bubbled up inside me, though I guess I was just being paranoid.Once in the car, I sighed, wishing he could stop working altogether. I wanted him to myself—only to mys
Victoria Bella Volkov:"I think this little boy wants to come out so fast!" I muttered, rubbing my baby bump. I was in just my underwear, lying on Tiger's lap."Yeah, I can't wait to kiss them," Vincenzo replied, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t paying much attention to me."Hey, are you looking at or texting a girl? Why are you acting so busy?" I said, pinching his leg."I am busy, and I'm not texting any girls. Why would I text a girl when you're here?" he asked, kissing my head. "Alright... I'm just trying to get some vital information from the President's daughter, Clara.""I knew it!" I half-yelled, sitting up. "I knew that girl was going to be a hard time for me and you...""Easy, easy, cupcakes." He put down his phone. "I'm just trying to set things right. I have nothing to do with that blonde girl.""You sure...?""I’m as sure as my name!"Vincenzo left a few minutes later to take his night bath, while I stayed on the balcony, watching the stars. That seems to be my favo
Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac