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2024-10-29 19:42:56They called him the King.
King of the underworld.
He was a being to be feared and worshipped as he was born from darkness. He has sinned, he has crushed and ruined. He has killed. There was blood on his hands. He carried that aura to haunt the souls of living beings. He was a trickster and manipulative, but he was loyal too.
He was loyal and kind to those who kept their belief in him. He would die for them and won’t hesitate to slaughter for them. Of all, he was Don of Italy and Valentine Romero was his name. Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave.
Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.
They call him cruel, nevertheless, he came on his knees and cried when destiny tested his love.
It may be a cliché story but it’s just a love story of a man who has sinned deeper than the burning core.
He was a villain, miscreant and menacing for the world. But for her, he was a hero who has touched her soul.
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Dance with The Devil {A mafia story} 1.
A month later...A mild ache in my backbone and limbs brought me to conscious. I blinked my heavy eyelids a few times to adjust against striking light scattered in the room. My throat felt parched in dryness and I started coughing. The mere action made me squeamish and burned the empty stomach. Hell Immediately, two arms wrapped around my shoulders making me sit and rubbed my back soothingly. My spinning head rested on the shoulder of the owner and eyes tear in misery. "Water," I whispered roughly not finding my voice. It was all blurred, the surroundings. A cool glass was pressed against my lips and I took a small gulp but winced at the cutting sensation. It felt like someone has stabbed me directly in the oesophagus.
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RussiaThe smoke of expensive cigar fogs the entire room. Even when it clogs the throats of four men, none of them dared to open their mouths in protest. The moment they entered the study of the greatest Mafia boss, they made sure to leave all rationality behind. No one comes here to open their mouth or judge the ice-cold man sitting behind the giant desk. All they have to do is bow their heads, answer what's questioned and follow the orders religiously. One mistake can cost them a bullet on the forehead within a fraction of seconds.The four bulky men stood taunt at a good level of 6ft with their backs straight and wearing black suits. Their frosted eyes rested on the grey carpet under their feet. Sweat beads dripped from their forehead as the Godfather of the underworld, Svetozar Volkov barked orders in Russian. Even
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Crystal"Crystal.""Crystal."A profound voice gently knocks the door of darkness which was trapping me and showed me conscious. I quailed feeling someone shaking my shoulder. "Wake up. We are here. We are at home." My eyes instantly popped open and I sat straight in my seat bubbling with excitement. "We are here?" I asked rubbing my sleepy eyes and yawned behind my palm. Valentine chuckles and combed the hairs which were falling on my eyes. They were messy due to sleeping for hours. I was knocke
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RussiaThe silence was thick in the air, chocking the throats of men like a poisonous serpent. The entire room was dark except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling at the centre of a round table. Don Volkov dragged his cigar and released the puff of smoke in the air. His eyes were distant, lost in thoughts. A gun rested in his palm. Bloody spots decorated his coat and right side of the face. Ricardo was sitting at his left, looking unfazed of what happened a few seconds ago. He rubbed his eyebrow in irritation. Just because of Don's presence he was here, otherwise, the man has no interest in registering this show of power and cleaning the mess. His eyes jumped on Roosevelt. Chief of team alpha. The
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ValentineFate A cruel thing. All my life, I never cursed or feared it. The thought of destiny never crossed my mind. My actions and deeds never bothered me, neither the guilt crawled my spine as poisonous spiders. But now, the tentacles of lies suffocate me. Its vice grip on my throat and body is affecting my thinking capability. Every time I look at Crystal, it chokes me reminding the tortures I dawned on her. I adjusted my tie and turn towards the bed where Crystal was still sleeping. It's 2 in the morning, yet I have to go to work. In these
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CrystalMorning light squinted through the parted curtains filling the room, making me groan and bury my head under the pillow. Surprisingly, there were no arms securing me at a place or limiting my movements today. Opening my eyes, I turned and greeted an empty bed. It was cold, hinting that the person left a long time ago. The 7 a.m. alarm rang on bedside table making me sit lazily and secure my wild hairs in a bun. To suppress the yawn, I brought my left hand to cover my mouth but froze immediately. If my eyes were barely open before, they widen as saucers now noticing a priceless stone shining under the glow of Sun. My lips parted in shock as slowly my fingers glided on its well-furnished
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ValentineThe man in front of me gurgles on blood with tears streaming down his eyes, pathetically. A knife was jammed in his left thigh, deep enough to penetrate from another side. His once white shirt was torn and pants were covered in red. My lawyer was still busy in counting his funds, ignoring the entire scene. He played as if the two of us didn't even exist at the moment. The man in front of me is an old employee, Mr. Charles. This man was appointed to take care of the finance department about 10 years ago. When I and my men were busy in doing settlements, he was stealing a hefty amount of sum from our pockets. Until now, the bastard gulped nearly twenty million. My lawyer, Evan Tucker was busy in exploring Mr. Charles’ properties and bank balance in order to retrieve the stolen amount. People think that t
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PresentThird PersonAlberto was left worried when he received such orders from Victor. But without asking questions, he obliged and immediately settled Lola and Valerie at the backseat of his car and drove straight to an unknown location. He was confused at first that why Victor didn’t ask Harman to do such a job because he was family. Alberto was just another employee. Valerie and Lola agreed to do so after receiving one call from Valentine. They sneaked out, hiding from all eyes and immediately took Alberto’s lead. The moment these three left the mansion through back door, Victor pulled out at the front. Jumping out of his car, he took long strides towards Valentine’s offi
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9 months agoValentineSweat dripped from my burning skin as I ran around the mansion panting heavily. “Did you get her?” Harman yelled from the terrace catching my attention and I shook my head. My mind was in a constant race. How the fuck she ran away in such a delicate condition? I licked my lips in anticipation and clutched my hairs in distress. Before dinner, when I went to check on her, she was unconscious. But at midnight, after a meeting when I decided to retire to bed, she was already gone. My heart was beating wildly thinking of various possibilities. Victor came from inside the mansion jogging with a few men. “She isn’t in the mansion for sure
Dance with The Devil {A mafia story} 38.
9 months agoCrystalI remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain, trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stab
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9 months agoCrystalIt is tragic to discover the monsters that took pleasure in serving you pain, have returned once again to hunt you down. It is tragic when they come back with more opacity caged in their hearts. It’s heartbreaking to discover that the person in whom you kept your faith was just a mask, hiding a ruthless and frightful demon behind. It’s a curse to conclude that the person you considered one of the best parts of your life was never there in the first place. What if it turns out to be an illusion fabricated by some trickster? When this illusion breaks and you come face to face with one person that scares you to death
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9 months agoCrystal“What have you done, Crystal?” His booming voice resonated like a killing siren in office, almost giving me a cardiac arrest. I jumped and stumbled back when his eyes shot the first strike of hurt in my direction. The words were spoken with such ferocity that I almost came to tears, but I calmed myself by taking a deep breath and looked back in his eyes, holding the confidence.
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