THIS BOOK HAS A TOUCH OF DARK ROMANCE AND IS DEFINITELY NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. “Ivan, what are you wearing?” Ruslan growled, his gaze seizing me up. “Clothes, of course,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite my heart thumping rapidly in my ribcage. “I’m leaving for my friend’s birthday party.” “You won’t leave wearing that,” he muttered, his eyes as dark as the night. “Why?” I asked, looking into his eyes and challenging him. “Because no man other than me has the right to see you in that,” he said, his voice low and possessive. ********** I was never supposed to fall for him. He’s my stepbrother, and that’s a line we shouldn't cross. But I couldn’t help myself. He’s a powerful and ruthless man, a Mafia lord with a bad reputation. Yet I’m drawn to him, even though I know I shouldn’t be. As his little sister, I was always off-limits to him, but now, he’s starting to see me in a different way. He looks at me with a hunger that scares me, and I feel like I’m in danger. I’m torn between my loyalty to our family and my desire for him. Our love is forbidden, and it could destroy us both. His world is violent and dark, and I’m not sure I can handle it. Do I follow my heart, or do I walk away from the danger that is him?
View MoreRuslan’s POVJust when I wanted to disappear into the hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps made me turn around only to see Ivory running down the stairs with Igor and Lara. Raising my brow, I demanded an explanation without having to use my words.“What did I just hear?" Ivory asked, hurrying to my side, her face drained of all its colors and had been replaced with fright. Pressing my lips to a thin line, I facepalmed myself in anger. This was supposed to be a secret. They must have overhead me when I was speaking to Nicko.“Ivana had been kidnapped.” I forced the words through my teeth, my hands balled into my fist in anger. “What did you just say?” She gasped, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. Pushing my hand forward, I wanted to confront her but I had no idea how to go about that so I withdrew my hands.“Ivana has been kidnapped.” I repeated my earlier words. This time slower as I rubbed my temples.My head had begun to ache seeing Ivory all flustered. “How the fuck
Ruslan’s POVThe silence in my office was suffocating.Since last night, I haven't stepped out and no one has come in since Ivana left. At the moment, I was sitting behind my desk, pen in hand and papers in front of me but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to Ivana.My guts keep telling me something doesn’t sit right. It wasn't about the fallout we had yesterday, this was different. Last night, I didn't intend to react that way but she was refusing to get the message I desperately wanted to pass on. A lot of things were going through my mind; the Irish clan silence and then Lorenzo’s chilling words. All I wanted was a little time for myself to wrap my head about what was bothering me but she wasn't having it. Falling back on my seat, I shut my eyes tightly as I began to swirl my chair around, trying to forget about her but it was to know avail. Leaning forward with my hands clasped in front of me, I shifted my gaze to my laptop. I had been watching the footage for a w
Ivana’s POVAfter leaving Ruslan's office, I made my way to my room, slamming the door shut and falling on my bed face first.Recalling the way Ruslan had spoken to me made tears roll down my cheeks in torrents and soon I was sobbing but the sound was muffled by the pillow I had buried my head in. “Honey, it's time for dinner." Mother said softly from the hallway. “I had a late lunch, I'm full.” I managed to say without giving out my real emotion. "Alright dear, have a good night's rest.” She replied cheerfully and this was followed by the sound of her departing footsteps.The moment I couldn't hear the sound again, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.I didn’t go down for dinner not because I wasn’t hungry. The truth was, I was starving—but because the lump in my throat was bigger than my appetite. The moment Ruslan shouted at me and slammed his hand on the desk, something inside of me shattered. He had never been that furious with me to the best of my knowledge. This was t
IVANA’S POVI owe mom for bringing the idea of a picnic and Lara for pushing forward with it. All the while I thought the picnic was going to be boring but it turned out to be so much fun. My sexcapades with Ruslan were wild, intense and unforgettable. The memory was going to live with me for the rest of my life. Each time I thought of it, I found myself smiling but I was quick to wipe the smile off so I wouldn't be asked why.Instead of joining the rest for hiking, I stayed back at the tent claiming to be in pains so I was left alone with Ruslan who declared his disinterest even before he was asked That cool evening, Ruslan did not only make love to me. He claimed me over and over again and I let him. That night even when they returned, he took me like he owned me, pressing me against the tent wall, with one hand covering my mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to give us away.It was brutal but passionate, a punishment I welcomed wholeheartedly. Each of his thrust hit
RUSLAN'S POVThe Irish clan was still quiet despite the fact that words had gone round that I had tightened the security of my perimeter. In our world, silence wasn’t peace, it was a prelude to war. And when men like the Irish clan stopped barking, it meant they were getting ready for war. The thought of it made my skin crawl. They might have gone to re-enforce their attacks which were going to be fatal.Still, I kept my composure. To others, nothing was wrong since I went about my duties, my dealings, my responsibilities like I always did without a hitch but underneath, I was on edge. I was watching, listening and waiting for the Irish clan to attack. I wasn't going to relax and watch them swoon in on me when I least expect it.Swirling around in the swivel chair in my home office, my eyes were shut as I hummed a familiar rhyme. I was doing this to pass time.There was a meeting at the Devil's Priesthood which was scheduled for noon. I had an hour left so I decided to spend it m
IVANA'S POVSaturday arrived faster than expected and since I had convinced Ruslan to join us for the picnic, he hadn't raised any objections.From the top of the staircase, I watched as mom and Lara went all over the place putting finishing touches to all we needed for the picnic since dawn.They packed and unpacked bags just to make sure everything was intact. They double checked the supplies they had ordered the previous day, tossing in more snacks than we would ever need. Mom and Lara were both excited like kids who were going on a field trip. If asked my opinion about all this fuss, I would have gladly traded the picnic for a quiet evening indoors but I couldn't.For the sake of mom and Lara, I had to act like I was interested but that was far from the truth. Ruslan felt the same way I did.He had only agreed to go on the picnic, not because of my promise but because I was going to keep bothering him until he gave in. On the other hand was poor Igor who looked like he had sig
IVANA'S POVFinally, it was breakfast time.Last night, I skipped dinner for reasons best known to me and this morning, I woke up feeling hollow.My stomach was empty and my worms which were restless were not helping matters. At the dining table, I was the first to arrive with Lara, followed by mother and Igor and then Ruslan who had his brows arched.Biting the side of my lips, I allowed my eyes to linger on him for a while before taking it off so no one would notice.But Lara did. Nudging my leg from under the table, she leaned in, “Why are you staring at Ruslan like you want to gobble him up?” She asked and immediately my heart stopped beating. Grabbing the edge of the table, I tried to keep still but Lara’s gaze on me was making me feel uncomfortable. It seems she already knew the illicit relationship between me and Ruslan. "Why bother yourself about someone who doesn't care even if the whole world is worried about him?” Lara said aloud, stabbing her pancake with her knife."
RUSLAN’S POVThe silence was strange and unsettling.The Irish mafia clan had gone completely quiet. Too quiet that it seems like they were non-existent. For a month now, there had been no threats, no ambushes, no anonymous calls or strange deliveries.Nothing made my blood boil with anger and I hated it.I wanted action. A war breakout that would send bullets flying between both parties was all I yearned for, rather than sitting around and doing nothing.Holding my glass of whiskey against my lips, my gaze was out of the window as I wondered what they were plotting. Their silence was so deafening and it could only mean one thing.“Something’s off.” I muttered, pacing the length and breadth of my office, occasionally taking a sip from my glass. “Their silence is…” The moment the thought clicked, I made my way towards the mahogany table in my office and then picked up my phone. A few seconds later, my phone was against my ear. “Hey," His voice crackled on the other end while I s
IVANA’S POVIgor’s close friend was celebrating his seventy birthday, so the entire family was invited.That morning, despite having a lot of unused clothes stacked up in her wardrobe, Lara insisted we go shopping for the party. Lara was obsessed with bold and daring dresses. She took down several lace, silk, open back and high slits and was beaming with excitement while I looked on.Shoving a red gown towards me, she said, “It's going to suit you perfectly." My chest tightened at her words. The gown was beautiful but I couldn't risk it.“Lara.” I called, running my fingers against the soft fabric of the dress, “I can’t wear this.”“Why?” She asked with a deep frown. "It will accentuate your curve, giving you the look of a goddess.”“Ruslan wouldn't like it.” I muttered. "He doesn’t like seeing me wearing stuff like this. If I do, he is not only going to yell at me but you too.” “Ugh! He is such a pain in the ass." She scoffed. “I really wanted you to have this dress." She mumbled
IVANA’S POV PRESENT DAY Igor Orlov. Dare I say he is one of the reasons I came to Russia? A well-known country, filled with Mafia lords, cartels, clans of all sorts, that even the government doesn't have a say in their activities. He is the retired Bratva of Vipers Clan. My mother's new husband. It was funny how things happened so fast that I was barely able to wrap my head around it. Within a few months of meeting each other at business meetings, they began to date and then two months later, they were married. And now, I have to go to Russia with my mom, be a mafia princess which I never for once dreamt of becoming. I will have to leave my friends, college, hometown, boyfriend to a place I haven't been and a life which clearly doesn't fit someone like me. As a daughter who is very supportive of every of her mother's decision, I was happy that my mom finally found love after fifteen years of being alone, but the man she married, I wasn't in support of it. I can never...
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