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[IVAN]I followed the car my men described to me—the one with Ana inside—and those despicable men who dared to touch and take away what’s mine. There’s no place on this earth where I won’t hunt them down and kill them for this audacity alone. It’s now on me to relieve this mother earth of their undue existence and release some of her burdens.Fuck! They are so dead. They should have thought at least a million times before doing something so outrageous. But they didn’t. And now I can’t be held responsible for how their lives might turn out from this point onwards.When I heard someone had abducted Ana, despite all the heavy yet discreet security around us, I saw only red. The pounding, pulsing, and ever-deepening red made my blood boil and my heart race at a lightning pace. The last time something like this happened, it took Ana a whole month to forget about it and return to normal—to move on. I had sworn never to let that happen again. But I failed.Dammit! How could I? I should have
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[ANASTASIA]Darkness. Fear. Confusion.The last thing I remembered was receiving an unknown text in the middle of the movie back at the theatre. I had assumed it to be from Nikolai. He was the only one I had texted that very morning, hoping to get some kind of word from him so he could help me find a way to get the hell out of Ivan’s prison.But I couldn’t have been more wrong.Instead of Nikolai, I was confronted by two men with guns in their hands. Despite all the security and Ivan’s men all around us, they managed to sneak their way in and take me hostage.I don’t know what to think anymore.Has Ivan gone weak? Or is someone inside his organization working as a mole for someone else? How else would you explain my current predicament? How could just someone grab the wife of a mafia boss and make her a hostage?I’m not worried about Ivan. Or at least, I tell myself that he’s a big guy who can very well take care of himself. The ones I’m growing worried sick about are my kids. I hope
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[IVAN]“She’s fine, Mr Volkov. You can rest now.” Lena says and I feel my chest tighten as the memory of an unconscious Ana flashes in front of my eyes.I clench my fist and slam it into the wall. Hard.The skin splits and blood trickles down my knuckles.Not that I give a damn.I can’t believe someone had the guts to lay a hand on my Ana. To waltz into my territory and try to snatch my wife. My Ana!There’s only one punishment for idiots like that.The two guys involved already got what was coming to them.But there’s still one more out there, and I’m itching to get my hands covered in his blood.Just when I feel like I’m about to lose it, my phone rings. It’s Dimitri.“The only thing I damn well want to hear is that you’ve got him,” I growl into the phone, pacing my office like a frenzied beast whileLena watches silently with a concerned gaze.“We do,” he says, and finally, I suck in a sharp breath of relief.“You know where to bring him. I’m on my way.”I slam the phone down and w
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[ANASTASIA]“Momma, how did you get hurt?” Tatiana asks, pouting, and trying her best not to jump on the bed and hug me like she always does. She sways on her legs, hands locked behind her, her wide-eyed innocence radiating pure adorableness.I smile, or at least I try to, and pat the bed. “I just had a bad fall, baby. Mommy is fine.”My little girl’s eyes brighten at the gesture, and she rushes to my side. But just when she’s about to hop up, someone in the room growls, and she slows down, glancing over her shoulder at Ivan Jr. The two of them exchange a silent conversation before Tati finally drops her tiny shoulders and carefully slides her butt up the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh.I cannot help but narrow my eyes at Junior. “What’s up with you two?”Junior doesn’t speak. He merely drops his gaze to the floor and stays in the corner of the room, like he has been since he came up to check up on me.I know I should talk to him about what happened. Tatiana is little, and she can’t
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[IVAN]“Five minutes! That’s all you have.” I hang up and slam the phone down, seething.I grab the half bottle of rum on the table and pour myself another glass.That’s when Ana walks in, reluctantly so. I put my tumbler down and look away from her, glaring at the wall instead. “What the hell are you doing here? Go back and rest! I have everything under control.”She stays quiet, though I feel her eyes on me and everywhere.I assume she would leave. She never liked dealing with me when I was pissed and the truth was, I didn’t want her anywhere near me either. I wasn’t a good person when I was angry.I was restless, annoying, and undeniably dangerous. Add a little alcohol to my rage, and you get what they call a volcanic eruption. Ana always knew better and left me alone. And truth be told, I preferred it that way. My anger was mine to deal with. I could simmer down when things were back in control, but right now, I felt anything but in control.Some fucking bastard out there was smug
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[IVAN]“But I already said everything I know,” the man cried, tears literally streaming down his face like the pathetic loser he was. Although he looks good with fear in his eyes this time. He now knows that he messed up with the wrong person. That this mistake he made this time would probably cost him his life.Good. I like to watch people regretting their actions. I like it when they beg.I lean back in my chair and look around. After Dimitri called and informed me that he was coming here to hand me the information about the abduction himself, I got out of the office and came back to the tool shed. This is the last place Ana and the kids would venture since it’s practically hidden from plain sight. The snow does the job well, but the trees surrounding the property also make it harder for it to stand out.Besides, it’s an old shed that I never cared to renovate. However, with Ana and the kids at home now, I don’t want to bring business to home. I have made that mistake once and ended
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[ANASTASIA]“What are you scowling about?” I ask Ivan Jr., once Tatiana exhausts herself completely and falls asleep on my lap. Junior, on the other hand, has been staring at the book in his hands, sitting on the couch across the bed.He looks up from the book, shaking his head. “Nothing.”“Are you sure you want to lie to me?” His expression changes. He frowns. “I’m not lying.”I let out a long sigh and put Tatiana under the covers. She sleeps soundly, not aware of the conversation around her. Good. I don’t want both my children to wear worried faces when their parents are here to handle everything—when I’m here to worry about everything that needs to be worried about.I leave the bed and sit on the couch next to him. I can sense his gaze on my leg as I limp a little. But, of course, I try to act as if it’s no big deal. I put my arm around his shoulders and give him a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”“You’re hurt.” He says. It’s not a question but an observation. I know what he’s think
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*A FEW HOURS AGO*A convoy of sleek black cars pulled up one by one outside the old Volkov palace. The loud screech of their tires cut through the cold air, grabbing the attention of both guards and servants who glanced up to see what was happening. The weak sunlight struggled to break through the gloomy grey clouds, giving the day a more ominous vibe than it was meant to have.Ivan Volkov stepped out of the car and paused for a moment to simply marvel at the grandeur of the site. He had been born here, spent his entire childhood running and hiding around this place. However, as he grew up, these same halls and expansive rooms began to feel like cuffs and shackles, binding him. If there was one thing Ivan Volkov could never stand, it was being lied to or manipulated. This place was the embodiment of the two things he hated the most.Dimitri Alexeev, his right-hand man, showed up behind him, his scarred face as unreadable as always. “We’re good to go whenever you’re ready.”Ivan gave a
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