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CHAPTER 1

Author: Efita
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-01 15:16:16

Chloe’s POV

“Here’s your change, sir,” I said, handing a crisp bill and a few coins to the businessman in front of me. He nodded in appreciation, gave me a polite smile, and walked out the door, the small bell chiming as he left.

I let out a quiet breath and glanced around the café. My mother’s café. It had become a sanctuary for me over the years, a place of peace, warmth, and comfort. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of fresh pastries. The space was always full of life—customers engaged in lively conversation, the gentle clink of cups against saucers, and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine.

It had been ten years since I left Italy. Ten years since I made the decision to disappear, to bury my past, to start over. I had been so afraid back then, so broken. The memories of that night—of what I had witnessed, of what I had survived—still haunted me. It felt like I had been running from it all my life, hiding from the fear that one day, someone would find me.

But life had been kind here, in Russia. My mother’s café was thriving, and I had found a strange sense of peace in the routine of normalcy. Every day felt like a step further from the nightmare I had left behind.

The door opened again, and a man walked in, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “I’ll take a black coffee to go. No sugar.”

I nodded, my hands moving automatically as I filled the cup, steam swirling into the air. I handed it over, and the man paid before leaving, offering a brief “Thank you.” I gave him a polite smile and turned toward the clock above the counter. My shift was over.

Relief washed over me as I stepped into the back room, pulling off my apron and stretching my arms above my head. My body ached from the hours of standing, but the exhaustion was familiar. The café, my mother’s café, had become my safe place. It was my sanctuary, my haven.

“Finally,” I muttered under my breath, rolling the tension out of my shoulders.

Jenna, my coworker and my closest friend, peeked her head into the room. “You heading out?” she asked, her voice light.

“Yeah, my mom’s still here, so I don’t have to lock up,” I said, my voice filled with the quiet satisfaction that came with the end of a shift.

She grinned. “Lucky you. Meanwhile, I’ll be stuck here dealing with the late-night rush. You owe me one, you know.”

I chuckled softly. “I’ll bring you something sweet tomorrow, promise.”

Jenna rolled her eyes playfully but waved me off. I grabbed my purse, slung it over my shoulder, and stepped back into the café.

“Bye, Mom!” I called, waving as I skipped toward the door.

“Be safe, darling!” my mom replied, barely looking up from a new customer she was serving.

I smiled and turned back, ready to leave for the night—

And then it happened.

I wasn’t paying attention. I hadn’t been expecting it.

Suddenly, my body slammed into a hard chest, the impact jolting me back. My heart lurched in my chest as I stumbled, but before I could hit the ground, strong hands caught me, steadying me.

A shiver ran through me—not from the cold air outside, not from fear—but from something deeper, something raw, something I had spent years pushing down.

I pulled back quickly, my breath catching in my throat, and looked up.

My heart stopped.

There, standing before me, was a face I hadn’t seen in ten years. A face I thought I’d never have to see again.

His sharp jawline, his dark hair, and those eyes—blue-gray, intense, filled with something unreadable.

Nicholas.

The man who had once stood over a dead body in the streets of Italy. The man who had haunted my nightmares for so long. And now, here he was, standing in front of me, alive and… real.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

For a split second, I saw it—confusion. It flickered in his eyes, almost imperceptible. It was like something in him recognized me. Like a distant memory, one he had long buried, clawed its way back to the surface.

And then, panic surged through me. A cold rush of fear, the kind that made my knees go weak.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted, my voice a strangled whisper. I yanked myself away from his grasp as if his touch had burned me. Without thinking, without processing the situation, I turned and bolted for the door.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t dare look back.

All I knew was that the past I had tried so desperately to outrun had just caught up to me.

Nicholas’ POV

“What do you mean you can’t locate the snitch?” I growled into the phone, my grip tightening around it. My frustration was boiling over, and the need to have this sorted out was starting to consume me.

Silence.

I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply, willing myself to calm down before I did something rash. I slammed my fist into the nearest wall, the sharp crack of my knuckles against the surface echoing in the empty room.

“I want that person found,” I continued, my voice dangerously low. “I don’t care if you have to tear down all of Italy—find the snitch.”

I hung up without waiting for a response, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. Ten years of planning. Ten years of waiting. The betrayal still burned like a fresh wound.

We had been unstoppable once. Untouchable. But then, someone had decided to play hero, and it had cost us everything.

Ten years behind bars.

Ten years of planning my revenge.

I didn’t care if it was a man or a woman. Whoever had ruined my life was going to pay. And when I found them, I wouldn’t show mercy.

“Hey, Nick,” Ken called from across the room, breaking me from my thoughts. “I just found the best coffee shop in town. Let’s check it out.”

I barely spared him a glance, my mind still consumed with rage. “It better be worth my time,” I muttered, grabbing my coat as we headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, we were outside a small café, its warm glow spilling onto the pavement. The smell of fresh coffee was thick in the air, but I hardly noticed it. My thoughts were too clouded.

Ken smirked at me. “Told you it was good.”

I didn’t answer, just pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The place was buzzing with customers, the clink of cups and laughter filling the air. I scanned the room lazily, my gaze moving over the faces, the chatter. But then, something caught my attention. A flash of movement near the exit.

A girl.

She collided with me.

My body stiffened as she bounced off my chest. Her eyes met mine—wide, filled with an emotion I couldn’t place. Fear. Raw, unfiltered fear. And then, before I could say a word, she yanked herself away and bolted for the door.

I froze.

Something wasn’t right.

“Did you see that?” I asked Ken, my voice dangerously low.

Ken raised an eyebrow. “See what?”

I turned toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

That girl…

Why did she run?

And more importantly—why did she look like she had seen a ghost?

I stood frozen, my arms still tingling from where I had touched her. The moment our eyes met, something shifted inside me. A connection. A pull. Something I couldn’t explain.

Ken nudged me. “You good, man?”

I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes at the door where she had disappeared. “Who was that?” I asked, the words coming out harsher than I intended.

Ken shrugged. “No idea. Some worker here, I guess. But dude, she ran like she knew you.”

I felt it too. She knew me. Or at least, she recognized me.

My mind raced. Was she just another woman intimidated by my presence? No. There was something more. That kind of fear—raw, uncontrollable—only came from someone with a secret.

I turned toward the counter, scanning the room for an employee who might know her. An older woman, probably in her fifties, was wiping down a table near the register. I walked over, my voice smooth but firm, masking the storm brewing inside me.

“Who was that girl that just left?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral but unmistakably commanding.

The woman looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you ask?”

My temper flared, but I held it in check. People didn’t question me. They answered.

Ken, sensing the tension, stepped in. “She just bumped into my friend here and took off. We were just making sure she’s okay.”

The woman studied us for a moment, her gaze cautious. Then, with a resigned sigh, she answered. “That’s my daughter, Chloe.”

Chloe.

The name hit me like a bullet to the chest.

My muscles tensed, my thoughts racing. I had never known the name of the snitch who put me behind bars. That detail had been buried, carefully hidden. But now—Chloe. Her name.

Could it really be her?

I needed to be sure.

The name Chloe echoed in my mind like a heavy drumbeat, each syllable like a key unlocking something buried deep within me. The past I had spent years trying to outrun was suddenly right in front of me, and I couldn’t ignore it. The way her eyes had locked onto mine—wide, terrified—was a reaction I had seen before. A reaction only someone with a hidden past would have.

I forced my features into a neutral expression, masking the storm brewing inside. I couldn’t afford to let anyone see how much I was unraveling at the thought that the very person who had caused me ten years of torment could be standing right here in front of me—right under my nose.

Ken, noticing my sudden stillness, raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on, man? That girl, Chloe… you know her?”

I didn’t respond immediately, my thoughts whirling. The silence between us stretched long before I forced myself to focus. I couldn’t let Ken see the cracks forming. Not yet.

“I’ll figure it out,” I said, my voice low, the edge of authority creeping in. “She’s not who she seems.”

Ken gave me a confused look, but wisely held his tongue. He knew when to push and when to back off. I needed time to process, to piece things together, to understand what the hell just happened.

“If it is her… I have unfinished business,” I said, my voice colder than I intended. “And I don’t leave things unfinished.”

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    Chloe’s POV I ran until my legs burned, my breath coming in frantic gasps as I sprinted down the cobbled streets. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care how late it was. I just needed to get away from him. From Nicholas. The man who had haunted my nightmares for so many years was standing right in front of me. And the moment I saw him—when I locked eyes with him—I felt the fear, the pain, and the guilt all crash back into my chest like a tidal wave. I had spent ten years running from the life I had left behind, burying my memories, convincing myself that I was safe here. But it had all come crumbling down the moment I saw him. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except run. I didn’t know if he remembered me, but I sure as hell remembered him. The man who had been part of my worst days. The man who had been involved in things I could never undo. My footsteps faltered as I turned a corner, finall

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 3

    Chloe’s POV I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the faint sound of birds chirping outside breaking the silence. My alarm had already gone off, but I had snoozed it twice before finally dragging myself out of bed. The usual heaviness lingered in the air, an unsettling mix of dread and determination that had become part of my routine over the years. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. There it was again—the ghost of the past that had somehow managed to resurface. The same cold feeling that had settled into my bones the moment I had seen him. Nicholas. Shaking my head, I forced myself to focus on the present. I had work to do. I couldn’t afford to lose myself in thoughts of him. Not again. I grabbed my clothes from the chair, the familiar motions of getting ready taking over. The morning routine was the same every day: a quick shower, then dressing in a simple black skirt and white blouse, nothing that would draw

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 4

    Chloe’s POV The rest of the day went by in a blur. The hours slipped past me as I tried to keep my focus on the work at hand, each task an attempt to distract myself from the inevitable. My thoughts kept wandering back to Nicholas. Had he really recognized me? Or was I just being paranoid? No, I couldn’t be. There was something in his eyes, something that lingered between us, unspoken but felt. I couldn’t afford to get tangled up in it again, especially not now. By the time the last customer left and the café quieted down, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. One more hour and I could lock up, go home, and forget that today had even happened. “Hey, honey, I’m actually going out today, so can you lock up?” my mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as she finished her closing duties, pulling off her apron. “It’s just for an hour. You can handle that, right?” I hesitated. Normally, we closed the shop together, but this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 5

    Nicholas’s POV The drive to Warehouse 3 felt like an eternity. The rain kept falling in sheets, blurring the streets and making the city look like it had been swallowed whole by the storm. But none of it mattered. Not the weather. Not the mess outside. I had one thing on my mind: Alex. My thoughts kept drifting, though. They kept pulling me back to Chloe. The way her eyes flickered when I asked about her past, the subtle hesitation in her words when she spoke of Boston. Every instinct in me was telling me something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something. There was a sharpness to her, an edge that made her stand out among the countless faces I encountered every day. Most people tried to hide their vulnerabilities, but Chloe? She wore hers like a cloak. And that made her dangerous in its own way. I had spent years reading people, understanding them at their core, breaking down their facades, and yet with her… I couldn’t get a full read. As the rai

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 6

    The scent of freshly ground coffee filled the air as I busied myself behind the counter, trying to focus on the morning rush. But my mind was restless, my hands moving on autopilot as the unease from last night lingered.I felt jumpy, my stomach twisted in knots. Would Nicholas come back today? Would he keep showing up at the café, weaving himself into my routine until I couldn’t escape?The chime of the doorbell snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up, my breath hitching slightly. But it wasn’t Nicholas.A man stepped inside—tall, with sharp features and the same commanding presence Nicholas carried. He approached the counter with a casual but deliberate stride, and as he stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze settled on mine.“Hi, Chloe. Nicholas wanted me to let you know that he can’t make it today—he has an appointment,” the man said, his voice deep but smooth. “I’m his brother, Isaac. Also, he asked me to pick up his coffee. He said you know what he likes.”I blinked at him.

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 7

    The morning air is crisp, but Chloe barely notices as she steps onto the bus, her mind fogged with anxiety. The city feels different today—too loud, too sharp. Every passing car, every stranger’s glance, every footstep behind her feels like a warning.By the time she reaches the café, her hands are cold, her nerves frayed. She forces herself to breathe, to move as if today is just another day. Because it has to be.Nicholas is coming.The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. Yesterday, she only knew him as a wealthy businessman with too much charm and too many secrets. Today, she knows the truth—he’s a killer. A man whose world operates on silence, shadows, and blood. And she is standing right in his path.Her mother notices her hesitation as she ties her apron. “Chloe, are you alright?”She forces a quick nod, her smile brittle. “Just tired.”Her mother hums in understanding, but her gaze lingers too long, filled with quiet concern.The day moves in a blur of routine. Orders.

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 8

    Nicholas’s POV“He’s innocent, boss.”Clark’s voice is hesitant, but the words hit me like a bullet.For a second, I don’t react. I don’t move. I don’t breathe.Then, rage.A sharp slam echoes through my office as my fist crashes against the desk. The force sends a glass of whiskey toppling over, the amber liquid spilling across the dark wood.Alex was innocent.We killed the wrong man.I push back from my desk, pacing the room, my breaths coming hard and fast. My mind replays every detail of the hit—every calculated move, every drop of blood spilled. And for what?A mistake.Someone had played me, fed me bad information, and now an innocent man was rotting in the ground while the real witness was still out there, breathing. Hiding.I grit my teeth, fists clenching at my sides. “Who the fuck gave us that lead?”Clark swallows hard but holds my gaze. “It came from our usual channels. The intel was solid—at least, it seemed that way.”“Seemed?” I snap, turning on him. “We don’t deal in

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 9

    The café hums with the usual midday rhythm—coffee machines whirring, quiet chatter filling the space, the occasional clatter of ceramic cups. Chloe keeps her head down, focusing on her tasks, but her hands tremble slightly as she wipes down the counter.Nicholas is coming.She repeats it in her mind like a warning, like a storm she can’t outrun.The bell above the door chimes, and her stomach twists.She forces herself to look up.It’s not him.Just another customer.Chloe exhales, relief and dread tangling in her chest. How long until he arrives? Until she has to face him, knowing what she knows?The hours drag. She busies herself, refilling sugar containers, adjusting pastries in the display case—anything to keep her hands occupied. Her mother comes and goes from the backroom, unaware of the war raging inside her.Then the bell chimes again.This time, it’s him.Nicholas strides in like he owns the place, like he owns the very air in the room. His presence is overwhelming, commandin

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  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 9

    The café hums with the usual midday rhythm—coffee machines whirring, quiet chatter filling the space, the occasional clatter of ceramic cups. Chloe keeps her head down, focusing on her tasks, but her hands tremble slightly as she wipes down the counter.Nicholas is coming.She repeats it in her mind like a warning, like a storm she can’t outrun.The bell above the door chimes, and her stomach twists.She forces herself to look up.It’s not him.Just another customer.Chloe exhales, relief and dread tangling in her chest. How long until he arrives? Until she has to face him, knowing what she knows?The hours drag. She busies herself, refilling sugar containers, adjusting pastries in the display case—anything to keep her hands occupied. Her mother comes and goes from the backroom, unaware of the war raging inside her.Then the bell chimes again.This time, it’s him.Nicholas strides in like he owns the place, like he owns the very air in the room. His presence is overwhelming, commandin

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 8

    Nicholas’s POV“He’s innocent, boss.”Clark’s voice is hesitant, but the words hit me like a bullet.For a second, I don’t react. I don’t move. I don’t breathe.Then, rage.A sharp slam echoes through my office as my fist crashes against the desk. The force sends a glass of whiskey toppling over, the amber liquid spilling across the dark wood.Alex was innocent.We killed the wrong man.I push back from my desk, pacing the room, my breaths coming hard and fast. My mind replays every detail of the hit—every calculated move, every drop of blood spilled. And for what?A mistake.Someone had played me, fed me bad information, and now an innocent man was rotting in the ground while the real witness was still out there, breathing. Hiding.I grit my teeth, fists clenching at my sides. “Who the fuck gave us that lead?”Clark swallows hard but holds my gaze. “It came from our usual channels. The intel was solid—at least, it seemed that way.”“Seemed?” I snap, turning on him. “We don’t deal in

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 7

    The morning air is crisp, but Chloe barely notices as she steps onto the bus, her mind fogged with anxiety. The city feels different today—too loud, too sharp. Every passing car, every stranger’s glance, every footstep behind her feels like a warning.By the time she reaches the café, her hands are cold, her nerves frayed. She forces herself to breathe, to move as if today is just another day. Because it has to be.Nicholas is coming.The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. Yesterday, she only knew him as a wealthy businessman with too much charm and too many secrets. Today, she knows the truth—he’s a killer. A man whose world operates on silence, shadows, and blood. And she is standing right in his path.Her mother notices her hesitation as she ties her apron. “Chloe, are you alright?”She forces a quick nod, her smile brittle. “Just tired.”Her mother hums in understanding, but her gaze lingers too long, filled with quiet concern.The day moves in a blur of routine. Orders.

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 6

    The scent of freshly ground coffee filled the air as I busied myself behind the counter, trying to focus on the morning rush. But my mind was restless, my hands moving on autopilot as the unease from last night lingered.I felt jumpy, my stomach twisted in knots. Would Nicholas come back today? Would he keep showing up at the café, weaving himself into my routine until I couldn’t escape?The chime of the doorbell snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up, my breath hitching slightly. But it wasn’t Nicholas.A man stepped inside—tall, with sharp features and the same commanding presence Nicholas carried. He approached the counter with a casual but deliberate stride, and as he stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze settled on mine.“Hi, Chloe. Nicholas wanted me to let you know that he can’t make it today—he has an appointment,” the man said, his voice deep but smooth. “I’m his brother, Isaac. Also, he asked me to pick up his coffee. He said you know what he likes.”I blinked at him.

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 5

    Nicholas’s POV The drive to Warehouse 3 felt like an eternity. The rain kept falling in sheets, blurring the streets and making the city look like it had been swallowed whole by the storm. But none of it mattered. Not the weather. Not the mess outside. I had one thing on my mind: Alex. My thoughts kept drifting, though. They kept pulling me back to Chloe. The way her eyes flickered when I asked about her past, the subtle hesitation in her words when she spoke of Boston. Every instinct in me was telling me something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something. There was a sharpness to her, an edge that made her stand out among the countless faces I encountered every day. Most people tried to hide their vulnerabilities, but Chloe? She wore hers like a cloak. And that made her dangerous in its own way. I had spent years reading people, understanding them at their core, breaking down their facades, and yet with her… I couldn’t get a full read. As the rai

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 4

    Chloe’s POV The rest of the day went by in a blur. The hours slipped past me as I tried to keep my focus on the work at hand, each task an attempt to distract myself from the inevitable. My thoughts kept wandering back to Nicholas. Had he really recognized me? Or was I just being paranoid? No, I couldn’t be. There was something in his eyes, something that lingered between us, unspoken but felt. I couldn’t afford to get tangled up in it again, especially not now. By the time the last customer left and the café quieted down, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. One more hour and I could lock up, go home, and forget that today had even happened. “Hey, honey, I’m actually going out today, so can you lock up?” my mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as she finished her closing duties, pulling off her apron. “It’s just for an hour. You can handle that, right?” I hesitated. Normally, we closed the shop together, but this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 3

    Chloe’s POV I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, the faint sound of birds chirping outside breaking the silence. My alarm had already gone off, but I had snoozed it twice before finally dragging myself out of bed. The usual heaviness lingered in the air, an unsettling mix of dread and determination that had become part of my routine over the years. I ran a hand through my disheveled hair as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. There it was again—the ghost of the past that had somehow managed to resurface. The same cold feeling that had settled into my bones the moment I had seen him. Nicholas. Shaking my head, I forced myself to focus on the present. I had work to do. I couldn’t afford to lose myself in thoughts of him. Not again. I grabbed my clothes from the chair, the familiar motions of getting ready taking over. The morning routine was the same every day: a quick shower, then dressing in a simple black skirt and white blouse, nothing that would draw

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 2

    Chloe’s POV I ran until my legs burned, my breath coming in frantic gasps as I sprinted down the cobbled streets. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care how late it was. I just needed to get away from him. From Nicholas. The man who had haunted my nightmares for so many years was standing right in front of me. And the moment I saw him—when I locked eyes with him—I felt the fear, the pain, and the guilt all crash back into my chest like a tidal wave. I had spent ten years running from the life I had left behind, burying my memories, convincing myself that I was safe here. But it had all come crumbling down the moment I saw him. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except run. I didn’t know if he remembered me, but I sure as hell remembered him. The man who had been part of my worst days. The man who had been involved in things I could never undo. My footsteps faltered as I turned a corner, finall

  • The Russian Mafia’s Queen    CHAPTER 1

    Chloe’s POV “Here’s your change, sir,” I said, handing a crisp bill and a few coins to the businessman in front of me. He nodded in appreciation, gave me a polite smile, and walked out the door, the small bell chiming as he left. I let out a quiet breath and glanced around the café. My mother’s café. It had become a sanctuary for me over the years, a place of peace, warmth, and comfort. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of fresh pastries. The space was always full of life—customers engaged in lively conversation, the gentle clink of cups against saucers, and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. It had been ten years since I left Italy. Ten years since I made the decision to disappear, to bury my past, to start over. I had been so afraid back then, so broken. The memories of that night—of what I had witnessed, of what I had survived—still haunted me. It felt like I had been running from it all my life, hiding from the fear t

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