**ISABELLA'S ROOM**Isabella could hardly contain her excitement. The moment Amelia told her that April was nowhere to be found, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. April, the one thorn in her side, had seemingly disappeared, and she could already taste the sweetness of victory. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she twirled around the room, her arms wide as if she were embracing her newfound freedom.“Oh, Amelia, this is wonderful news!” Isabella exclaimed, spinning around like a little girl. “It’s like a dream come true! Finally, she’s gone. Finally, Lucifer will be all mine.”Amelia watched her closely, her expression carefully neutral. But deep down, a cold, calculating rage simmered beneath her composed exterior. She had no loyalty to Isabella, and every fiber of her being yearned to see her suffer just as much as April did. Yet, she masked her intentions with a thin smile, biding her time.“I’m glad you’re happy, Isabella,” Amelia said softly, her voice tinged with
★★★★ ONE MONTH LATER ★★★★Lucifer's presence had become like a storm raging through the Bloody Sinners Clan. Every word he spoke was laced with venom, every order delivered with an edge that cut deep. The entire clan moved on eggshells around him, sensing the growing darkness that had taken hold of their leader. His wrath spared no one; even Mikhail and Jessica found themselves at the receiving end of his harsh commands. It was clear to everyone that something was deeply wrong, but none dared to speak it aloud.Isabella had learned this the hard way. Her body still ached from the beating she had received when she tried to force herself on Lucifer, thinking that perhaps physical intimacy would bridge the ever-growing chasm between them. She was wrong. The encounter ended with her sprawled on the floor, nursing bruises that went far beyond the physical. She had been avoiding Lucifer ever since, terrified of igniting his rage again.••••••••••★★★★ GEORGIA ★★★★Meanwhile, in a city far f
Something suddenly clicked in April's head. They all know her name! How come? Are they Lucifer's men? Her heart raced at the thought of going back to that hell. But she summoned the courage to ask." How did you know my name?" She asked looking at him with fear. Aiden sighed, running a hand through his hair. "When I found you, you were in bad shape. You kept whispering a name—Lucifer—along with bits of other things. I had to make a quick decision, so I took you to the nearest hospital. But after you were stabilized, I noticed some unusual men hanging around, asking questions. It didn’t feel right, so I did some digging."April's eyes widened, fear creeping into her voice. "And you found out about my aunt?"He nodded. "It wasn’t easy, but I found out that she sold you off, and you were in the middle of something far worse than just being a runaway. I knew staying in Russia would be too dangerous, so I brought you here, to Savannah, Georgia. It’s quieter here, and I hoped it would be
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Gorbachev residence, casting a warm glow over the polished hardwood floors. The air was filled with the sound of laughter as two children, a boy and a girl, ran through the spacious living room, their giggles echoing off the walls. Their mother, April Gorbachev, chased them playfully, her long hair flowing behind her as she moved with an ease that belied the weight of her past. The years had been kind to her; her once timid demeanor had been replaced by a quiet strength and grace that she had earned through hardship and perseverance."Come back here, you two! It's time for breakfast before school!" April called out, her voice filled with affection as she finally caught up with them, scooping her daughter into her arms and spinning her around. The little girl, with deep brown eyes and curly hair, squealed in delight. "Mommy! Put me down! Alex is getting away!" April laughed, setting her
April walked through the glass doors of Gorbachev Enterprises, the polished floors reflecting the light from the chandeliers above. Eleanor, her assistant, trailed behind her, holding a tablet and a stack of documents. As they made their way to the conference room, employees greeted them with polite smiles and nods. April returned the gestures with a slight nod of her own, her mind elsewhere.The conference room loomed ahead, its doors closed, but April could feel the weight of the media presence behind them. Cameras, microphones, reporters—all waiting for her. The thought of her face being plastered across every screen, every newspaper, made her stomach churn. She paused for a moment outside the doors, her hand gripping the polished handle.Eleanor, noticing her hesitation, leaned in and whispered, "Are you okay, April? You don't have to do this if you're not ready."April closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The fear of Lucifer finding her, of him seeing her and dragging her back
**Russia, Moscow** **Bloody Sinner’s Mansion**The last six years had left an indelible mark on the Bloody Sinner’s Clan. The passage of time had only fueled Lucifer’s obsession, turning what was once love into something darker, more twisted. His search for April had consumed him, leaving the Clan in a state of tense equilibrium, where only the necessary mafia activities took place, but little else. Isabella, once a favored member of the Clan, had been banished along with her father after their treachery came to light. They had tried to defraud and kill the Alpha, a move that Lucifer couldn’t forgive. Amelia met a much more gruesome fate; she had dared to attempt Bluey’s life out of jealousy, and Lucifer had ended her without a second thought, showing the Clan that betrayal, in any form, would not be tolerated.Despite the tension, life continued. Spike had married Genevieve, and they now had a three-year-old daughter. Gift and Luciano had also tied the knot, with twins now four ye
Lucifer strode into the office, his heart pounding with a mixture of longing and anticipation. It had been six years—six long years—since he had last seen her. The moment his eyes locked onto April, his world narrowed to just her. Every detail of the past faded away, leaving only the overwhelming need to hold her, to feel her close to him again. Without thinking, he rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace, his grip almost desperate.But the reaction he received was nothing like he expected.April's body went rigid, and before he could even process it, she shoved him away with a force that left him stumbling backward. The sound of her palm connecting with his cheek echoed through the room, the sharp sting of her slap shocking him to his core. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze—Aiden, standing at his desk, eyes wide with disbelief, and Lucifer, stunned, one hand touching his reddening cheek as he stared at April in confusion."How dare you!" April's voice was low and
**Hotel Ritz-Carlton, Savannah, Georgia**Mikhail lounged on the plush sofa in his hotel room, swirling a glass of whiskey as he watched the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had been expecting Lucifer to return any moment, and when he heard the door slam open, he knew immediately that things hadn’t gone as planned.Lucifer stormed in, his face contorted with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. Mikhail sat up, watching his brother with a mix of concern and resignation. He’d seen Lucifer in this state before, but tonight there was something different—a wildness in his eyes that made Mikhail uneasy.“Lucifer,” Mikhail began cautiously, “what happened?”Lucifer didn’t respond immediately. He paced back and forth like a caged animal, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Finally, he stopped and turned to Mikhail, his voice low and dangerous. “She slapped me, Mikhail. She fucking slapped me in front of her husband. And she—she praised
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no
The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.” A ripple of shock coursed through the room. Damon’s face contorted in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes. Aiden’s father—the man who had abandoned him and Damon, who had left them to fend for themselves in a world full of dangers—was now at the helm of the Shadows, the organization that had inflicted so much pain on
Night had settled deeply around the mansion, casting long shadows as the group gathered for dinner. Although everyone seemed engaged, sharing stories and laughter, Lucifer sat at the table, looking distant. His gaze lingered on his plate, the weight of everything bearing down on him. No one dared to ask about his mood—they knew he wouldn’t talk. They understood this silence too well, the unspoken pain that hung over him like a heavy cloud.Dinner concluded, and Aiden was shown to his room. He was still unpacking when a soft knock came at the door. Curious, he opened it to find Lucifer standing there. But before Aiden could speak, Lucifer wrapped him in a tight embrace, surprising him. “Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back… and for bringing my father back safely.”Aiden’s surprise softened into understanding. He knew that for Lucifer, this was more than just a family reunion; it was a moment of deep release, a blend of gratitude, love,
The atmosphere in the room had shifted into a bittersweet calm. After Luna Loveth’s fainting spell, Vlad had carefully carried his mother into a quieter room to rest. Chris, Aiden, and Damon stayed nearby, ensuring she was comfortable and wouldn’t be startled if she woke up disoriented. Damon couldn’t seem to shake his elation—his big brother was back. For years, he’d felt there was something familiar about Aiden, something he’d never quite understood. Now, everything made sense. As they settled back, Aiden’s gaze softened, landing on a small bundle Damon was holding. Damon looked down at his adopted son, Alex, a bright, energetic toddler who was clinging to his father’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity at the new faces.“Let me hold him,” Aiden said with a gentle smile, stretching his hands toward the child. Damon didn’t hesitate and carefully passed Alex over. Aiden cradled Alex with practiced ease, his eyes softening with every giggle and babble from the child.Damon’s expressio