**Killian**“Sir, take a look at this," One of my men, Drew, said as he pulled up a video for me to see. It was from the camera set up in the bathroom I'd found Evelyn in. It showed Evelyn in the bathroom for a few seconds then a small crack in the video, something akin to a flash of light and next thing I knew, it showed me barging into the bathroom.“Sir, someone had been in there with Madam and I don't know how but they managed to tamper with the video feed," Drew continued. I tsked.“Such incompetence. Someone from the IT department must have helped. Find out who it is or take your wife and kids and run as far away from me as you can. Understood?" I asked him, shooting a deadly glare his way. He nodded, showing no sign of fear then walked away. On a normal day, that would have made me proud. I'd trained my men to not fear. And if they could show a brave front in front of me when I throw threats, that would be an achievement.“Killian," Caleb’s voice filtered in as he walked into t
**Evelyn** It grated my nerves. Killian, I mean. And his overbearing and commanding ways. Silly of him to think he could boss me around and I would listen. Even the Bratva couldn't put a leash on me, what makes him think he'd be any different? I sipped my coffee gently as my mind went over his words last night. The fire in his eyes, the poison in his words, I hated him. I heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground and turned around and was instantly met with the sight of Killian. He was shirtless and was wearing gray sweatpants. He looked visibly tired, almost as though he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Good. I hope id haunted his dreams the way he did mine. Looking him over, I gulped and felt my cheeks burn when my eyes landed on his crotch. I remember how it felt against me last night, I remembered the feel of his hands on me, God, I remembered his touch, his body— I wanted it. I quickly turned away from his and focused back on the food in front of me. Killian was my enemy,
**Evelyn**As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.I took in a deep breath as the car pulled up beside me. The driver didn’t even glance my way as I slid into the backseat. Killian’s men were well-trained, loyal to a fault. I almost envied that, the unwavering loyalty he commanded. Almost. I comforted myself knowing I would have that soon.ONE HOUR LATERThis was my last stop. It was a run down strippers club although I could see some blue lights through the windows. I walked in and The pungent smell of sweat, cheap perf
16 years ago Los Angeles, California Killian °♪♥° °♪♥° °♪♥° “Do you, Anastasia Giovanni, take Diablo Armont as your lawfully wedded husband to love in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked. My mother stood with a smile so bright it could rival the sun as she nodded. "I do,” she answered. Mother loved this man. Even though I didn't. I hated him. He wasn't a good man. He was good to Ma but he wasn't to me. "Do you, Diablo Armont, take Anastasia Giovanni as your lawfully wedded wife to love in sickness and health and in poverty and wealth?” The priest asked turning to Diablo. "I do.” Diablo replied. “You may kiss the bride,” The priest announced. Diablo leaned forward as his hands wrapped around my mother's waist. I turned my head to the side. I was going to be sick. The crowd cheered when Ma and Diablo linked lips and I gagged. They were polar opposites. It was like watching the sun try to take over the night sky. The night sky was too vast hence it woul
**Evelyn**I've spent the every waking moment since I was 12 learning the ins and the fucking outs of this business. I had to go to Mafia training school and had the scars to show for it and this is what I get for all my hard work?“What do you mean I'll have to get married to inherit this business? Do you not trust me, Father?" I said, trying my best to keep my voice at a respectful tone. We were in the midst of The Family. The Family were Father's most trusted men and advisors. Disrespecting him in front of them would bring punishment upon me. I had far more to focus on than that.“Keep your voice down, Zhizn moya,” Father ordered, gently. I pursed my lips and waited for him to offer an explanation. "I do not have much longer to stay and I need to ensure the family business is in good hands. You are a woman. Men will want to take advantage of you. I have to ensure you are married before I step down."“So you believe I cannot handle the business because I am a woman? Father, have I n
**Evelyn**Being beaten up by my enemies and then caught by the police and given a lifetime sentence with hard labor would be better than being on a date with Maxim. If one date drained me this much, how would I cope with being married to him? Could I still ask Father to look for someone else?Sighing, I throw the sheets off of me and sit up in bed. Glancing at the alarm clock, I noted the time. It was 10am and I'd barely gotten up to 6 hours of sleep. After my date with Maxim, I came back home and wondered how I'd pull it off. Maxim was insufferable. Hence, I came up with a plan. After the marriage, when the business was in my hands, I'd set Maxim up and be rid of him. All I needed was patience.“Evelyn?" My father's voice sounded from outside my door as he knocked hesitantly.“Come in!" I yelled, leaning against the headboard. I was angry at Father and I'd make sure he knew."Zhizn moya, how was the date?”"You didn't tell me it'd be Maxim Orlov, Father. Why? Or was this The Family
**Evelyn**“So you only found Mancini's body? There were three more bodies, where did they go to?" I yelled. I could feel my temple throbbing painfully. I already had a lot to worry about now bodies were disappearing? Color me green and call me a fucking alien!“We don't know! There wasn't blood anywhere else just around Mancini. No weapons or anything indicating someone else was there. It was clean, Evie," Sasha said, eyeing me warily. I knew how it looked but I didn't care. I don't.“Send some men back there. They should search until they can find something," I muttered turning around on my heels and stalking out. I couldn't handle this. First, there was a strange note and bloodlust flower on mum's grave and now those men's bodies had disappeared. I still hadn't even told anybody about the new boss in town fiasco.Nobody knew where mum was buried. Not even Sasha. The only people aware were Dad and I. I would've thought Maxim but he couldn't pull this off. Unless someone else was her
**Evelyn** As a child, mother always told me that the week before I got married, I had to take note of everything. I had to ensure there was no threat around and that nobody, not even I, uttered a single bad thing that would jeopardize my wedding. Mother believed in bad omens and all sorts of superstitions and to an extent, I believed in them too. Especially now, when I'd been getting notes with thinly veiled threats like gifts. Was this some sort of game? Who the fuck was playing it? Since the night of my engagement party, I couldn't forget the mysterious man I saw. Everything points back to him as the one who'd been leaving notes but why? Where does he know me from? An enemy perhaps? I sighed as the makeup artist applies blush on my cheeks. “I like your skin tone so much. I swear it goes so well with the blush. And your cheekbones, higher than mountains I swear," the makeup artist gushed as she decorated my face. I had a light brown skin tone courtesy of my Caribbean mother. I c
**Evelyn**As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.I took in a deep breath as the car pulled up beside me. The driver didn’t even glance my way as I slid into the backseat. Killian’s men were well-trained, loyal to a fault. I almost envied that, the unwavering loyalty he commanded. Almost. I comforted myself knowing I would have that soon.ONE HOUR LATERThis was my last stop. It was a run down strippers club although I could see some blue lights through the windows. I walked in and The pungent smell of sweat, cheap perf
**Evelyn** It grated my nerves. Killian, I mean. And his overbearing and commanding ways. Silly of him to think he could boss me around and I would listen. Even the Bratva couldn't put a leash on me, what makes him think he'd be any different? I sipped my coffee gently as my mind went over his words last night. The fire in his eyes, the poison in his words, I hated him. I heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground and turned around and was instantly met with the sight of Killian. He was shirtless and was wearing gray sweatpants. He looked visibly tired, almost as though he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Good. I hope id haunted his dreams the way he did mine. Looking him over, I gulped and felt my cheeks burn when my eyes landed on his crotch. I remember how it felt against me last night, I remembered the feel of his hands on me, God, I remembered his touch, his body— I wanted it. I quickly turned away from his and focused back on the food in front of me. Killian was my enemy,
**Killian**“Sir, take a look at this," One of my men, Drew, said as he pulled up a video for me to see. It was from the camera set up in the bathroom I'd found Evelyn in. It showed Evelyn in the bathroom for a few seconds then a small crack in the video, something akin to a flash of light and next thing I knew, it showed me barging into the bathroom.“Sir, someone had been in there with Madam and I don't know how but they managed to tamper with the video feed," Drew continued. I tsked.“Such incompetence. Someone from the IT department must have helped. Find out who it is or take your wife and kids and run as far away from me as you can. Understood?" I asked him, shooting a deadly glare his way. He nodded, showing no sign of fear then walked away. On a normal day, that would have made me proud. I'd trained my men to not fear. And if they could show a brave front in front of me when I throw threats, that would be an achievement.“Killian," Caleb’s voice filtered in as he walked into t
**Evelyn** Killian barged into the bathroom just as Luca jumped through the window. His eyes scanned the entire bathroom before turning to me and I could see the anger he barely managed to contain. His guards were still checking the bathroom stalls while Killian and I were engaged in a staring contest. A bead of sweat travelled down on my face and onto my chest before finally disappearing into my bra. I was nervous. If Killian found out about Luca and the phone or that I knew he had killed my mother— "Who was in here?” He asked finally, cutting me off from my thoughts. "What? Nobody was in here,” I replied. One thing I'd learned at a very early age was how to tell lies without giving anything away or having any telltale signs that I was lying. Killian's eyes narrowed as he stalked closer to me. He stopped just in front of me and let his eyes roam over me before stopping at my eyes. “Are you lying?" He asked again. Scoffing, I answer, “what reason do I have to lie?" Killian nodde
**Evelyn** I hadn't seen or spoken to father since the day I found out he had never trusted me with the Bratva or family business. Since the day I realized nothing I did for this man would ever be enough. Looking at him now, he looked like he'd gotten 10 years older when it has in fact only been less than a month. “Evelyn," Dad called again, moving his hand from my shoulder to my face and I turned away from him. "Father, it is a surprise seeing you here,” I said, facing forward. By now, I could see the people throwing us subtle glances and I sighed. “Take a seat, Father. I can't have any bad press around me." Father sighed as he took the seat beside me and I completely ignored him. My eyes constantly drifted to the bottle of wine beside Killian. He had his hand wrapped around the bottle and he shot me a warning glare when he noticed me staring. Soon, a familiar couple walked up to us. The man looked stoic while the woman was all smiles. They were accompanied by a young girl about
**Evelyn**Just like Killian said, some maids had come into the room with a rack of clothes and a makeup artist accompanying them. I glared at them as they set up their things and began racking through dresses for me. I wasn't one that liked being controlled. And I sure as fuck did not like compromising. Killian was stepping on all ten of my toes and he knew it. I released a deep breath as my phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up to see another email from the anonymous person.'Go to the party. There is a package waiting for you there. From now on, we work together. I want to take Killian down too and we can succeed but only if we work together.’ I read it hurriedly as my fingers tightened around the phone screen. I raised my head up to ensure none of them had seen the email and then I cleared my throat.“Let me see my options," I said, turning to the maids standing beside the clothing rack. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. I chuckled, knowing they expected a f
. **Evelyn** My mother had died when I was 17. That was about 6 years ago. The only thing Father told me was that she was in a car crash. When I asked him if he thought it was planned, he stayed silent. I then asked who he thought it was. Father told me he didn't know. As I stared at the video on replay before me, my anger began to rise slowly and my hand clenched tighter around the device. I didn't know who had sent me the video but I would be forever grateful to them. They'd just made my goals much clearer; Take Killian Bandini down, even if it meant going with him. I would have called my father and demanded to know why he had kept this from me but I couldn't. The anonymous person also said that Killian has tapped my phone before giving it back to me. That was why they had used an encrypted email and why I was grateful for the news I was currently hearing. “Mrs Bandini?" The maid asked, hesitantly. I raised my head up and placed my phone face down as I looked her in the eye. “Wh
**Killian** “Your wife really messed her up," Caleb said as he tied the maid who attacked Evelyn to the chair. She was bloodied and I'd asked the guards to stitch her wound up as painfully as they could. I was sure she had an infection already. “What else would you expect from the Evelyn Karamazov?" I replied feeling a tiny twinge of pride. Most men in the mafia wanted trophy wives. I did too. But it was always nice to have the assurance that your wife could take care of herself without depending on you everytime. “She's beginning to wake up," Caleb informed, stepping back. I nodded as I picked up a bucket of ice cold water and poured it all over her. Immediately, she screamed and shivered awake. “Where am I?" She asked, trying to open her eyes. They were a bit swollen and looked very painful. Good. “At the border. We're angels and we'll be asking a few questions then finally torture you to where you really belong," I said, giving her a wide smile. I turned around and picked up a
**Evelyn** I let my emotions get the better of me. Now as I sit in my room going over the conversation or argument, however you look at it, I had with Killian, I realized he had played his cards right and managed to play with my head. He'd deflected and used my anger at the recent events to prove his point. “Fuck!" I muttered, fisting my hair and leaning over the balcony. I'd been standing here for the past hour. “Mrs Bandini? Is something the matter?" A guard said, poking his head into the room. They might be used to my out of the blue outbursts but they still checked in to see if everything was all right each time. “Yes. Could you please tell one of the maids to get me a bottle of wine and some milk?" I asked. “Sure, Ma'am," the guard answered, withdrawing his head. Minutes later, I was swirling some wine and milk as I stood on the balcony, overlooking the mansion area. The mansion was extremely big and a few feet in front of me was a mini forest. “It'd be good as a hiding s