April's eyes hardened, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Aiden is their father," she said firmly, her voice cold and unwavering. "He’s the one who’s been there for them, for us. You can’t just waltz back into our lives and expect everything to change, Lucifer."Lucifer’s jaw clenched, his emotions stirring in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. “But they’re my children, April. My blood runs through their veins, and you can’t deny that.”April looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t deny it. But blood isn’t what makes a father. Aiden has raised them, loved them, protected them. You don’t get to decide now that you want to be part of their lives just because you found out the truth.”Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “I’m not asking for everything, but I deserve to know them, to be a part of their lives in some way. You can’t keep them from me.”April’s gaze snapped back to him, her voice rising. “You already missed your chance! Where wer
Two days later...Alex had been discharged from the hospital, finally able to go home with April. The house was quiet, save for the occasional laughter of the kids playing, but the atmosphere was heavy. April had taken time off from work to take care of them, her focus solely on her children’s recovery. Aiden stayed at home with them, trying to balance his responsibilities as he kept a close eye on Alex and Sophia.That afternoon, while April was preparing lunch, Aiden’s phone buzzed with an unknown number. Frowning, he answered it. The voice on the other end was low and unrecognizable, speaking only a few cryptic words before the call ended abruptly. Aiden’s expression shifted, a mixture of concern and duty etched into his features. He kissed the kids on the forehead, giving April a brief, reassuring smile before telling her he had some urgent business to attend to.He left quickly, driving through the quiet streets until he reached the outskirts of the city, where an abandoned build
As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building.“Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!”Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”Aiden’s heart raced as he processed the name. *Lucifer.* The connections began to form in his mind. “What does Vlad have to do with this?” he asked, his tone low and threatening.“He’s known for his ruthless attitude in the mafia world,” the man continued, his voice shaking. “The Serpent wants something from him. If you want to get to The Shadows
April stood still for a moment, wrestling with her thoughts. She had spent so long hiding from her past, building walls around her heart. But as she thought about Aiden, the warmth of his presence, and the sacrifices he made for her and the kids, she couldn’t deny the pull he had on her. He had married her not just to protect her but also to give her children a sense of family. He had done so much, and the least she could do was open her heart, even just a little.With newfound determination, April ran after him, her heart pounding in her chest. She burst into the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Aiden stood there, shirtless and caught off guard, a look of surprise washing over his face as he turned to her. The sight of him sent her heart racing, his toned physique etched against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.Without a second thought, April closed the distance between them, fueled by a mix of urgency and longing. She pressed her lips against his, surprising Aiden even more
April felt a rush of heat as she locked eyes with Aiden, her heart racing in anticipation. This was the moment she had been yearning for, and every ounce of her past faded away. She was ready to embrace this new beginning.With a desperate need, she crashed her lips against his, kissing him hungrily. Aiden responded instantly, his hands roaming her body as if memorizing every curve. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her mouth, his voice filled with raw desire. “I want to feel you, all of you.”Before she could reply, she gasped as his mouth descended, capturing one of her nipples with his warm, wet mouth. Pleasure shot through her, and she arched her back, pressing herself against him. No one had ever made her feel like this before—so desired, so alive.Soon, He knelt between her thighs, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her bare body. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, and the sound of his voice made her core throb with need.As he spread her legs, s
Aiden wasn’t done with her yet. His mouth found her sensitive nipple again, and he took it between his lips, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. April moaned softly, arching her back in response to the teasing pleasure. His other hand moved to her other breast, kneading and pinching, driving her wild with the contrast of sensations.Her body trembled as Aiden continued his ministrations, and she felt herself melting into him. He shifted, positioning her on all fours. The tension in the air thickened as he brushed his hand down her spine, teasing her with feather-light touches that sent shivers down her skin."You're not getting away from me that easily," he whispered darkly, trailing his fingers between her thighs, deliberately slow. April gasped as he teased her, barely touching her where she needed it most. His fingers danced over her slick folds, but he didn't give her what she craved."Aiden..." Her voice was needy
April stirred on the bed, her body aching pleasantly from the night before. Every inch of her felt sore, as if Aiden had consumed her entirely, but the sensation left a lingering warmth she hadn’t expected. She tugged the duvet over her body, trying to stand, but her legs trembled beneath her. Just then, the door creaked open, and Aiden walked in with a tray of food, his grin smug and satisfied."Morning," he said, placing the tray on the nightstand. "You look cute trying to move."April shot him a playful glare, her lips curving into a smile despite herself. "You… you destroyed me," she groaned, half-cursing, half-laughing.He chuckled deeply, walking over to her. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle, didn’t I?”Before she could protest more, Aiden scooped her up in his arms effortlessly, carrying her towards the bathroom. April cursed softly under her breath, still trying to maintain her playful defiance. "I swear, Aiden, you’re impossible! Look what you’ve done to me."He found her str
Aiden smiled at April one last time before remembering his urgent business with Lucifer. He quickly made an excuse about work and left, driving straight to the Bloody Sinners Clan. As he stepped out of the car, he glanced at the impressive mansion before him and couldn’t help but smirk. "Lucifer has good taste, no doubt," Aiden thought, shaking his head. "But he was a fool to let April go."Approaching the entrance, two guards armed with guns blocked his path. One of them stepped forward and asked, "Who are you? State your business."Aiden, not in the mood for formalities, crossed his arms. "I’m not here for you two. Get Lucifer."The guards exchanged glances, not moving. Just then, hearing the commotion, Lucifer stepped outside, his expression cold. He spotted Aiden immediately. “What do you want, Aiden?” Lucifer asked, his voice sharp.Aiden looked at him with a serious expression. "I captured the guy who planted the explosives at the kids' school. He talked," Aiden paused, lettin
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