DMITRI
“Mr. Pavlov is waiting in your office,” Jakob, my secretary, says as I stride in. I nod, not breaking pace, and push open the door. Igor Pavlov, thepakhanof one of the New Jersey Bratvas, stands as soon as he sees me. His massive hand stretches out, and I grasp it firmly. “Orlov,” he greets me with a smirk. “You could’ve scheduled this for another time.” “Why would I?” I drop his hand and move behind my desk, letting my briefcase hit the floor with a thud. He shrugs, watching me with sharp, calculating eyes. “You just got married. Figured you’d be on your honeymoon. Or are the rumors true?” I arch an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair. “Rumors?” Before he can answer, there’s a knock. The door swings open, and Alexey steps in, anotherpakhan,with a reputation as unpredictable as his temper. He doesn’t bother with formalities, taking a seat next to Igor like he owns the place. “Roman won’t be joining us,” Alexey informs us, lighting a cigar with a flick of his lighter. “He’s dealing with some...unpleasantness.” I loosen my tie, ignoring the blatant disrespect. This meeting is delicate. Patience is key. For now. “I trust you will relay my message to him,” I say coldly. “Let’s get this started.” Alexey takes a slow drag from his cigar, blowing the smoke in a deliberate circle. I could snap his neck for the sheer insolence, but today’s not the day. No, today requires tact. We’re here to talk about power. Mine, to be exact. I reach into my drawer, pull out a document, and slap it onto the desk. “Here’s a list of the territories our organizations control. It’s extensive, as you both know. But I’m here to propose an alliance.” Igor’s frown deepens and Alexey’s eyes narrow. “An alliance?” Igor leans forward, disbelief etched on his face. “Why wouldyouwant that?” Alexey nods, puffing on his cigar, his expression skeptical. “You’ve got more than all of us combined. More money. More connections. Hell, you came to this country later than we did and still outran us. Why do you need us?” I let the silence hang, their doubt filling the room like the stench of Alexey’s cigar. Only then do I speak. “I’ve heard whispers. Some gangs think the Bratva doesn’t belong here. They plan to run us into the ground, starting with the largest groups. I don’t take threats lightly, and we’ve all seen our power challenged before. We may have our differences but we’re brothers. We should solidify our dominance before they make their move.” Alexey takes another slow puff, his eyes calculating. “If you’re really doing this for the Bratva, why not involve the otherpakhans? Like your father-in-law.” He sneers at the words, pushing a clear button. “Nikolai Petrov might be disgraced, but he still commands respect on his side of the city. You gonna work with him?” I feel my jaw tighten, the muscle twitching with the effort it takes to remain composed. My hands clench under the desk as his words slice through the air. Nikolai Petrov. The traitor. “Never,” I hiss, the word cutting the air like a blade. “He’s a disgrace to the Bratva, and I don’t work with men who break our code.” Alexey blows another smoke ring, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “The code? If I recall, Orlov, when someone tries to steal what’s yours, you cut off his arms, his legs, and ensure he never tries again. But you didn’t do that, did you? Instead, you married his daughter. To the rest of the world, you’re partners with the Petrovs now.” He’s poking at an open wound, and he knows it. The truth is, in the Bratva, a marriage between two families is seen as a strengthening of bonds. A sign of unity. But that’s not what this is. Not for me. I lean forward, locking eyes with Alexey, my voice low and dangerous. “I didn’t marry Anastasia to strengthen anything. I married her to destroy him. I took the one thing that matters to Nikolai Petrov. His daughter is mine now, and when he dies, there’ll be no one left to inherit his empire.” I seethe flicker of understanding in their eyes as the truth settles in. This isn’t about partnership. This is about annihilation. Igor chuckles, shaking his head in admiration. “I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming. Taking the one thing he cares about? That’s cold, even for you, Orlov.” Alexey leans back, taking a final drag of his cigar before stubbing it out on the edge of my desk. “Clever. Ruthless.” He pauses, a smile tugging at his lips. “And here I thought you’dgone soft after marriage. But I’m in. It’d be stupid to say no, considering your new...influence.” I let a slow, predatory smile creep across my face. I’ve won them over. I’ve got them right where I want them. Before the wedding, Alexey would have fought me tooth and nail, and Igor would’ve stayed on the sidelines, waiting to see which way the wind blew. But now? Now that I have Anastasia Petrov under my thumb, now that the world believes I’m in league with her father? I hold all the cards. They think they’re aligning with me for power. They don’t realize they’re just pawns in my game. And once Nikolai Petrov is gone, every last piece of his empire will fall to me. No one will dare challenge me. The game isn’t over. It’s only just begun. Hours later,with the sun already sunk beneath the clouds, I pull into the driveway of my mansion on Long Island, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders. The headlights sweep across the pristine lawn as I park the car near the house, killing the engine with a press of my finger. My valet is already there, stepping forward to take the fob from my hand without a word. I nod in acknowledgment and head inside. The door swings open before I even reach it, and Janet, my housekeeper, greets me with a polite nod, her posture rigid and professional as always. “Welcome, sir.” “Thank you, Janet,” I reply, shrugging out of my coat. She takes it from me with a practiced motion. I move swiftly through the foyer, my footsteps echoing through the expansive hallway, heading past the grand double staircase. My room is on the third floor, and Ana’s is located on the second. A deliberate arrangement. I wanted distance between us. Enough privacy to avoid unnecessary run-ins because there’s no reason for us to interact more than necessary. She’s my wife only in name, nothing more. “Your dinner is ready in the dining room, sir,” Janet says as I reach the base of the stairs. I shake my head, not even slowing my pace. “Not tonight. Just bring me water.” “Yes, sir.” My foot touches the first step, but something stops me cold. A thought that sneaks in, unwelcome and persistent. I turn my head slightly, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. “Janet.” She pauses, looking up. “Yes, sir?” “My… wife.” The word feels foreign, uncomfortable. “Did she eat?” Janet’s expression shifts, a slight crease forming between her brows. “Mrs. Orlov hasn’t left her room all day, sir. I tried taking her meals up, but she refused them.” My frown deepens. “She hasn’t eaten since I left?” “Not since last night,” she clarifies gently. That’s almost twenty-four hours. What is she playing at? Is this some kind of childish rebellion? Starving herself to make it look like I’m some monster who locks his wife away without food? I rub my temples, trying to shake the irritation bubbling beneath my skin. “Take a plate to her room.” Janet hesitates, her lips parting as if to protest. “I’ve tried, sir. She wouldn’t answer the door.” “Try again,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “Do as I say.” Without waiting for her response, I continue up the stairs, my steps heavy with frustration. This ends now. If she thinks she can pull some stunt to make me look like a villain, she’s sorely mistaken. She’s lucky I don’t demand more from her—she could be working for me, earning her keep, but instead, she does nothing but sit around all day. I stop in front of her door and make a fist, knocking firmly. No answer. I knock again, harder this time. “Ana. I need to talk to you.” Silence. Panic flickers in the back of my mind, unwelcome and ridiculous. Has she fainted? Is she lying unconscious behind that door? I press my ear to the wood, listening for any sound, any indication that she’s in there. My heart picks up its pace. “Ana, answer me.” My voice is sharper now, tinged with an edge I rarely show. “Ana!” Still nothing. Without thinking, I brace myself, ready to kick the door in if necessary. My foot is poised when the door suddenly creaks open. I stumble slightly, surprised, and straighten, clearing my throat to mask the moment of weakness. She stands in the doorway, her appearance disheveled and raw. Her dark hair falls in tangled curls around her face, her eyes rimmed with smudged black makeup, and her lower lip is swollen like she’s been biting it all day. For a split second, I’m hit with an image I shouldn’t be thinking of—a post-coital haze that lingers after a night of passion. The thought catches me off guard, and I shake it off. “What?” she asks, her voice flat, emotionless. I stare at her, trying to remember why I’m here. Her appearance has thrown me off, but I quickly recover. I narrowmy eyes, my voice cold and clipped. “Janet told me you haven’t eaten all day.” She shrugs, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. “Is that a problem?” A problem? The sheer audacity of her words leaves me momentarily speechless. Is this a game to her? “If you don’t eat, you’ll get sick,” I say, my tone hardening. “I won’t have you playing these tricks.” She cuts me off before I can finish. “Tricks? You think I’m doing this to get back at you for threatening to kill my father?” The bluntness of her words knocks the air out of me. For a second, I don’t respond. She knows exactly what I’m capable of, and she’s daring to challenge me. I step closer, and when I see the flicker of fear cross her face, I stop short. “Would you rather I expose your father’s betrayal to the world? Do you know what happens to traitors in our world,kotyonok?” My voice drops, laced with danger. Her chin lifts defiantly, her eyes burning with hatred. “First off, I’m not your kitten,” she snaps. “And yes, I know what happens. But you act like you’re any better. You’re feared, Dmitri, but not respected. You don’t inspire loyalty—you inspire terror. And there’s a difference.” Her words are sharp. Alexey’s taunts from earlier echo in my mind:What other choice do I have? I close the distance between us in one swift motion, my hand shooting out to grab her chin. My fingers grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t push me, Ana,” I say quietly, my voice dark and dangerous. “Your father betrayed mine—betrayed my family. He tried to take what was mine before my father’s body was even cold. Be thankful I didn’t end him right there.” Her eyes widen, and I see another flicker of fear flash across her face. For a moment, I think I’ve broken through herdefiance. But then she composes herself, forcing her features into a mask of calm. “And what guarantee do I have that you won’t betray me?” Her voice is low, almost a whisper. “You’re not a man to trust, Dmitri. You’re a man to fear.” I release her, letting my hand fall away. She stumbles back, but there’s something almost proud in the way she recovers, in the way she stands there, facing me with her chin held high. Almost admirable. Almost. I turn my head as Janet’s footsteps echo up the stairs, and she appears with a tray of food in hand. “Janet went through the trouble of making you dinner,” I say, my voice flat and final. “Don’t let it go to waste.” Without another word, I turn on my heel and leave, heading toward my own room. As I climb the stairs, I flex my hand, trying to release the tension coiled in my fingers. I didn’t expect her to get under my skin like this. It usually takes more for someone to rile me up. But Ana managed to do it effortlessly. Still, I’ve made my point clear. If she tries anything else, I’ll show her exactly who she’s dealing with. Because when I exact revenge, I leave no one standing.ANA He appears at the top of the stairs, stepping out of the shadows of the second floor. The gray T-shirt he’s wearing stretches across his chest, showing off the hard muscles beneath, and the black sweatpants hang just low enough to hint at the strong lines of his body. It should be illegal for a man like him to look this good. It’s almost comical, really, how the universe saw fit to give him both power and the body of a Greek god. “Ana,” his deep voice cuts through my thoughts as he approaches, and I freeze on the stairs. I take my time replying, dreading what this encounter will bring. “Yes?” He’s standing just a few steps away, too close for comfort, and I can’t help but notice how the air seems heavier when he’s nearby. “Do you have a moment?” It is a question, but it’s more of a command, really. And what could we possibly have to talk about? I shake my head. “No. And I doubt there’s anything we need to discuss unless it involves making my life more miserable.” W
DMITRII head down the hallway from the conference room, just having concluded a meeting with other members of the Bratva who’ve come to pledge their allegiance and support to the Orlov enterprise.Some of them, like Alexey, didn’t seem so willing, but I could tell theyknewthey didn’t have a choice. I didn’t give them one.And they don’t deserve it, either, because many of them have forgotten what they did to my family after my father died.Nikolai Petrov might have committed the biggest betrayal, but the others aren’t blameless. They all tried to take a piece of what’s mine, coming through side channels because they thought I was too wrapped up in grief to notice.I suppose, in some way, I have to thank Nikolai for being so bold in his claim. If he weren’t, I wouldn’t have gained the upper hand I now enjoy. Even though his daughter tests my patience every single day and I have to summon every shred of self-control I have when I’m around her.She’s an expert at getting under my skin.
As I walk down the hallway that leads to my study, I hear footsteps coming from behind. Since I sent Janet to my room, Iam curious about who’s in this part of the house. I turn and take a few steps forward, coming face-to-face with Ana.She has on a faded blue top and shorts that stop at the hem of the shirt, leaving her legs bare.Her legs draw me in, asking to be wrapped around something. And I can imagine a couple of places where I’d like them to be. While I do things to other partsof her body, to see just how unruly and untamed she can be. And those lips?—How am I just noticing that she has a pale pink upper lip while the bottom one darkens a little around its curves?“Can I help you?” Her curt tone pulls me out of my short reverie.I shake my head, noticing that she’s glaring at me.“No,” I respond.Why was I ogling her?She’s Anastasia Petrov, for goodness sakes. My last name is just an attaché that means nothing but formality. If she were handed a gun and asked to shoot me, sh
ANAI hesitate to open my eyes, even though the sunlight has already flooded the room, casting long beams of warmth across my face. I’ve been lying here, awake, for what feels like hours, but it’s probably only been fifteen minutes. Still, I don’t want to move. There’s no reason to.In my old life, weekends meant something. I would’ve called my father, maybe spent the day at his house helping him with the legal tedium of his business. Or I’d have gone grocery shopping and stocked up on things I enjoyed. My weekends had a purpose back then.But none of that matters here. Not in this empty, echoing house. Not in this cold, new life where the rooms are too big, silent, and suffocating.I sigh, throwing the covers off and rolling out of bed with the grace of a sloth, letting myself collapse onto the floor with a dull thud. The pain is minimal, just enough to remind me I’m alive. I drag myself upright, rubbing the spot on my arm that hit the ground harder than intended.“Why did I do this?
As I turn, I catch a glimpse of a man standing a few feet away, watching me. He’s dressed in a full suit, which seems wildly out of place on a Saturday. Our eyes meet, and he quickly looks away.What the hell?I frown, glancing around. What’s a guy like him doing here? It doesn’t make sense.But then again, none of this makes sense. My life hasn’t made sense in weeks.I shake my head, trying to brush it off. “None of my business,” I mumble to myself as I turn around, continuing down the aisle.But something about the man lingers in my mind. Maybe it’s the way he looked at me—like he knew something I didn’t, like there was some invisible string tethering him to me. Or maybe I’m just paranoid, which wouldn’t be surprising given the circumstances. After all, I’m living in a nightmare I didn’t choose.I try to shake it off, losing myself in the racks of clothes. Ten minutes go by as I sift through Alice and Olivia pieces, trying to decide whether buying something new is even worth it. A d
She pauses. “Is everything okay?”“I don’t know,” I admit, my voice tight. “He wasn’t answering, and now I can’t even dial his number. Could you call him? Don’t tell him I asked you to.”“Of course. I’ll do it right now.”I hang up, and the wait feels like an eternity. Seconds turn into minutes, and I catch myself biting my cuticles—an old habit I’d kicked, which seems to resurface whenever Dmitri’s involved.My phone rings. The moment I hear it, I snatch it up, pressing it to my ear. “Yes?”“You were right, his phone’s still off,” Daria says, her voice careful. “But I called his second line, and he picked up. He told me to tell you he’s fine.”I freeze, processing her words. Hissecond line? I didn’t even know he had another phone.“Did he say anything else?” I ask, the knot in my stomach tightening.“No, Ana. Just that he’s fine.”My forehead wrinkles in confusion, and anger begins to simmer under my skin. “He didn’t say he’d call me back?”She hesitates. “No.”I’m about to say somet
DMITRI“Dmitri Orlov,” Igor announces as he strides into my office, grinning like the fool he is.I know exactly why he’s smiling. He’s just secured a deal usingmyname, thinking I wouldn’t catch on. But I did. Of course, I did. I let him believe he’s clever, though—it’s far more entertaining to watch him dig his own grave.For now, I play along. I turn off my laptop and close the file on my desk before rising to meet him. “Let’s go to the conference room. The others are waiting.”Igor’s grin falters just slightly. “You don’t look like a happy man, Dmitri. Trouble at home?”I shoot him a sidelong glance, my voice cold. “Would you like trouble inyourhome, Igor?”He chuckles nervously, his bravado faltering. “I didn’t mean to pry. Just concerned.”“You don’t need to be concerned. You’re here for business, nothing else.” My tone leaves no room for argument. “Alexey and Bianchi are already seated, and your business is… lesser, compared to theirs. Let’s not waste more time. Time is money, I
I’ve been staying in my penthouse in the city, keeping my distance to avoid getting tangled up in emotions I never intended to feel. Since the wedding, things have changed. I find myself thinking about her at random moments. The defiance in her eyes when she tells me I have no right to control her life. The stubborn set of her chin when she demands I fight my own battles, leaving her out of it.I shouldn’t be thinking about her, but I do. Too often.The worst part? I wasn’t even angry when she called me a hypocrite for doing exactly what her father did, only with more power. I should’ve been, but all I could think about was how she masked her fear and stood toe to toe with me, unflinching. No one’s ever done that before. Not even Alexey, who came crawlingwith an apology after today’s meeting to avoid the inevitable consequences.But Ana got under my skin. She told me shehatesme. Those three words echoed in my mind all night, twisting and turning until I couldn’t sleep. Why the hell do
I was grateful.Andrei’s face creased with worry. “Are you okay?”I drifted back to the presence and nodded. “I just thought of Dad. I mean, isn’t it funny how I was able to meet you because of the shipment he hid?”“Tell me about it. You think Peter had this all mapped out before he died?” Andrei asked with a playful grin. “That he wanted me to meet you?”I shrugged. “He was a genius. It’s not completely out of the box. He worked with you, so he must’ve known how great of a person you are.”Andrei chuckled. “Your father watched me murder men in cold blood a few times. There is no way he would have wanted a man like me for his daughter.”I looked him straight in the eyes and corrected him. “Every father wants a man who would love and protect their daughter. You’re all of those things, and I’m sure he would have approved.”Even if Mom hadn’t been a fan of it at first, she’d adjusted pretty well.Andrei took my hands and kissed the back of my palm. “And I promise to always love and prot
GiselleSeven Months Later“It’s your birthday in less than an hour,” Mom said over the phone.For the first time since Dad died, she sounded happier, as if she’d finally gotten to that final stage of grief.Acceptance.The stage where even though the pain was still there, it just became easier to live with.I believed I’d also gotten to that stage.There were days when I missed Dad so much and wished he was still here, but those days were fleeting, and I found myself cherishing the memories we had when he was here.I’d shifted my focus to finding my own path in life and living in the moment. Andrei was the moment; because of him, I could live happily and smile freely again, something I never thought I would experience after Dad died.I stared blankly at the wall above me and sighed. “Yes, Mom. It’s my twenty-third birthday in an hour, and the only company I have is an empty house.”It was the first time I’d ever been home alone for a while now. Andrei made it a duty to always come ho
“I think we need to celebrate.” She leaned in and whispered. “Let’s sneak away from here.”I took her hand in mine. “Come with me.”She squinted. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.”I led her to the rooftop of the building, closing the door behind us to avoid any interruptions and burying the noise of the chaos below.The rooftop was quiet, and the city stretched out before us, a glittering expanse of lights and movement. The night breeze was cool, carrying with it the distant sounds of cars racing down the street.Giselle stood beside me, her hands covered in mine as she admired the full moon and the bed of stars in the sky.Our fingers grazed, and it felt like the entire world had been set ablaze, the heat licking through my veins and the air cracking with a jolt of tension.The weird feeling in my chest intensified, and my pulse raced. It was a reminder of what she meant to me—what I’d just discovered she meant to me.I watched her, something in my chest fluttering as I admired how
AndreiThe air was thick with the aroma of burning cigars, the low murmur of laughter and conversation blending with the shuffle of cards and the clinking of crystal glasses.My fingers drummed idly against the felt-covered table, my gaze sweeping across my opponents.They were all seasoned members of the Bratva with hands that were scarred from bloodshed and dark eyes that threatened death.Antonio Morozov and Victor Volkov.We were all cut from the same cloak—all three of us—bred with cruelty, brutality, and bloodshed. Different in many ways yet similar in more than one.And at this table, every card we tossed was a matter of our pride. The joy that came with victory surpassed winning a war with a rival family.I’d always been a good player, only lost a game a couple of times. My skills were unbeatable, and everyone here knew it.But it was different tonight. Giselle’s presence made it different.She sat on the edge of a leather chair across the room, her back straight and hands fol
I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the heat seeping from his body and into mine as he carried me to our room.His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his body pressing against mine and enveloping me with warmth.We barely made it past the bedroom door when I shifted from the position in one fluid motion, wrapping my legs around his hips and tracing his lips with mine.His arm snaked around me, and one of his hands slid under my swimsuit, finding my bare breast and cupping it.I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed him. It was a hot, searing, primal kiss that evoked something deeper than lust from both of us. It was need, mixed with deep yearning.He deepened the kiss, dragging his thumb across my nipple and twisting it lightly.I moaned into his mouth, bucking when I felt his erection poke against my sex, and ground against him, desperate to ease the throbbing between my thighs.He slid a hand through my thong and cupped my sex, and then, fisting the thong, he ripp
I swam toward him, resting my elbow on the edge just by his feet and tilting my head to look at him. “It’s called a two-piece swimsuit.”“Ah, I see.” He whipped his head around and glared at his guards, a silent signal for them to look away.I laughed. He hadn’t just grown more protective; he’d become even more possessive and jealous as well. It was cute to see. “You know they’ve been watching me swim every day for weeks now, right?”“Well, they’re not allowed to watch you swim anymore. No man is allowed to watch you swim beside me.”I huffed. He’d just saved me from having to discuss the bodyguard situation. “How was work today, husband?”“I had a couple of meetings with thePakhanand a couple of members of the Bratva. All I could think of while I was there was coming back home to you.” He placed a finger beneath my chin and leaned in. “I missed you.”“Me, too.” I squinted and grinned. “I think I missed you more.”He pretended to think for a moment. “I doubt it.”Something about the w
GiselleIt’d been two months since the whole fiasco with the FBI and Tyfun-1. Luckily, the cops hadn’t found anything to implicate me with the drugs, and the news about it had become irrelevant.A lot of things had changed—like my relationship with Andrei.I’d started to truly enjoy his presence, with no fear or doubts attached, and I missed him in his absence—like a part of me had been torn away.He’d changed a lot, too, over the months.Although he was still that dominant, fearful, and brutal man others feared, he’d become softer with me. He smiled more now and didn’t have to pretend to be cold whenever we were together.To be honest, I didn’t think I could’ve pulled a better man than him on my own, even if I tried.It was the middle of summer, and the weather outside was scorching. Andrei wouldn’t be home until evening, and I’d grown tired of watching TV.I went to the pool outside, sliding off my robe and slipping into the water. I groaned as a blissful chill cascaded over me, was
And there was no way in hell I was going home tonight without the damn camellias.***When I got home, Giselle was standing in the living room, arms crossed, waiting. Her hair was loose, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. Her lips parted slightly as her gaze dropped to the box in my hands.She held her chest and exhaled. She ran to me, pressing up on her toes to hug me.I snaked one arm around her waist, hugging her back. She smelled jasmine and vanilla tonight—delicious and sweet.“I was so worried, Andrei,” she whispered, hugging me tightly, as if I would vanish into thin air if she pulled away. “You told me you were coming home hours ago.”I pulled back first and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “I was coming home until I saw something that looked just as beautiful as you.”She peered at the box again but completely ignored it. “Did you get into trouble? Was thePakhanmad at you?”I looked at her long and hard—the way her brows creased with worry and her emerald eyes da
“I’ve seen how you men live. I’ll be damned before I let myself become that kind of a mess.”I nodded. I’d thought the same thing months ago, and here I was, risking it all for a woman I never thought I’d meet.She’d been freaking worried this morning, afraid of how this would turn out. I needed to go back home to her. I needed to see her face and watch her give that delightful smile when I broke the news to her.Rising to my feet, I smoothed out my suit and nodded to thePakhan. “I’ll be leaving now. I’ll give you an update if there’s any soon.”He nodded back. “Khorosho.”Dobryn was leaning on the white S.U.V. when I reached the parking lot. His face wrinkled with concern when he saw me. “How did it go, sir?”“Luckily, he wasn’t angry.” I climbed into the back seat, pulling out my phone to text Giselle that I was on my way home.The car roared beneath me, and soon, Dobryn reeled it out of the parking lot. “Where are we going now?” he asked, peering at me through the rearview mirror.