RUSLAN'S POV Nikolai Vicenzo . My best friend since childhood. We grew up together under the Vikings Clan, with his father and mine as the right hand man and his father as the left hand man of the Bratva of Vikings Clan, fifteen years ago. After the death of his father, Igor took him under his wing when he was creating Vipers Clan, so we were basically brothers. We lived together up until we were thirty years, before he left the clan to start a life for himself. A life different from the one I had pictured for both of us. When he said he wanted a life which doesn't thrives on conflict, blood, death and violence, I thought he was going to start up his own business, but guess what? He became a lecturer at Hallway College, the same college Ivana, my step-sister attends. I was so surprised at how unpredictable he was, but I wasn't chanced to see him. We've not seen each other for over ten months, so today, I decided to pay him a visit at the college. With the Irish mafia
IVANA'S POV When I expected him to admit that Nikolai, the lecturer is his boyfriend, guess what? He didn't admit it and neither did he deny it. Left in between the devil and the red sea, I was caught in a dilemma, with nothing to believe. I couldn't chose which to believe. If he had denied it like I expected of him, I would be able to tell if it was the truth or not. But he already caught up with my games and decided to remain quiet about it. Frustration wormed it's way to my chest and I could barely eat dinner. …… “Good morning, Mom, Igor.” I announced my presence as I made my way into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. “You don't have classes today?” Mom asked, her gaze focused on the telenovela series showing on the TV screen. “I do, but it would be by 2pm.” I replied, pressing the coffee maker. I stood beside it, waiting for the coffee to fill my cup, before heading back to the sitting room to join Mom. I was never a fan of telenovelas, but I guessed I
RUSLAN'S POV Standing by the window in my home office with a menacing smirk plastered on my face, I watched as Ivana got into the car with Lara, while Felix, her personal bodyguard, assigned by me, shut the door, entering into the owner’s corner.The car disappeared out of the Clan, and only then, did I return to my seat, checking through all the CCTV cameras in every nook and cranny of my clan.The last thing I wanted was a snitch stealing my goods just the way that fucker, Caleb did.The Irish mafia clan…. They wanted war. And I swear to fuck, they won't be alive to end that war.Dragging my gaze from the cameras on my laptop, I reached out to my phone on the desk, dialling the line of Lorenzo, the Lord of the Irish mafia.I had a plan in mind, and until I watch the Irish mafia clan burn down with nothing more than ashes left, only then, will that thrill I've always craved be satisfied.Lorenzo picked up after the third ring, his low deep voice rumbled from the other end of the ph
IVANA'S POV While Lara was busy searching for new outfits for me, I sat on the sofa in the mall, watching her. She haven't sat down for the past an hour, going in and out, up and down, finding the best clothes, I mean, the best designer wears, the mall has to offer. A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned backwards on the sofa, a boba tea in my hand with the straw on my lips. Sipping it slowly, I was getting bored by the second. Felix and Mark, my bodyguards has gone out of the mall for a smoke, so I took the opportunity to leave the mall, and roam the street of Saratov. I haven't been out on the streets for over a month since my stay in Russia. Only to college and back to the Clan. Pushing the door of the mall wide open, the air from the streets hit my nostrils, making me suck in a deep breath. Unlike the streets of New York, Russia was nothing compared. Everyone go about their businesses, and no one cared about others, even if they were injured or at the verge of dying.
RUSLAN'S POV I don't joke with my family. They are one of the reasons why I am what I am today. The Irish mafia Clan made a grave mistake by touching my family. Knowing fully well that they would go after Lara and Ivana, I told Walter to hack the dashcam in the car they took to the mall. Like I predicted, those fuckers were lurking on the streets beside the mall. Watching every of their move through the rotating dashcam, I was calm because I knew Felix and Mark will protect the two women, even with their lives. But when Ivana pushed the mall’s door open, alone, my eyes twitched. “Boss, isn't this your step-sister? What is she doing all alone?” Walter asked, his fingers typing fastly against the keyboards of different computers in of him. “Stubborn.” I muttered under my breath, my eyes glued to the particular screen, watching as she crossed the road to a cafe. “There's nothing unusual, Bratva. You need to rest.” Nicko suggested but I sent him a glare. Why should I r
IVANA'S POV I was still shaking within me from the incident from earlier, but my jaw literally dropped to the ground when Ruslan warned about whipping my ass if I dared question his order again.From what I know and heard, one’s step-brother doesn't have the right to whip his step-sister, let alone on her ass.My brows arched and I swallowed. I could see it from his eyes that he was dead serious and surely, Ruslan would do just as he said.Without saying a word, I shut the door behind me, my hand on the door knob incase he wanted to carry out his plan on punishing me.Yes, I was at fault for leaving the mall without letting anyone know, but I didn't beg for such life.A life of insecurities. Being chased by some men in black suits with scary scars and almost knocked off from the surface of Earth, all because they were after my step-brother.“For how long will you continue to disobey me?” He asked, striding towards his wine cellar, grabbed a glass and filled it up with whiskey and ic
IVANA'S POV I miss Aria so much, but there was nothing I could do about it.Like my step-brother said, if I loved my head, which I do, I shouldn't leave the clan for any reason, and I think I would be obeying that one order of his as it involves my safety.I mean, who wouldn't?Not after the incident at the mall yesterday.It was my first time. My first time seeing a dead person live and direct and I swear to fuck, it felt like a movie.“How are you feeling, Ivana?” Mom’s soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she joined me on the sofa in the spacious sitting room.“I'm good.” I forced a smile, turning to look at her.Infact, that was another big ass lie. I wasn't in anywhere close to fine. I was a wrecking mess and deep within me, I'm broken to a fault.“I'm sorry you won't be having your therapy session for a while, but once your step-brother takes care of the matter at hand, you will continue.”It wasn't as if the therapy was helping matters, but just to satisfy Mom, I nodded
RUSLAN'S POV The thought of burning down the Irish mafia clan and spilling blood, sent thrills down my spine. The thrill was unlike anything I've ever experienced.They won't see it coming.I made my way towards the control room to have Walter take care of some minor hindrances which could stop me from accomplishing my desires. “Walter,” I called once I walked in, only to see him fucking a bitch inside the control room, with her ass up in the air and his dick driving into her asshole with full force.“Bratva!” His eyes widened and he immediately came out of the bitch’s hole, his pre cum dripping down his dick.My gaze hardened and my eyes darkened, “what is going on here?” “I'm sorry, Bratva.” He immediately tucked his semi-hard dick into his trousers before sending the bitch out, naked.“The next time something of such happens, I will cut off your fucking dick myself.” I warned sternly, my dark eyes searing into his and his face turned an ugly shade of reddish-purple.“Yes, Boss,”
Ruslan’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