Nineteen year old Sofia never had thought that her kindness was a bad thing. Always trying to help those in need and always doing it with a bright, beautiful smile on her face. She was the epitome of an angel to most. But one fateful night had changed everything in her life, simultaneously, changed her once peaceful thoughts and bringing her past up to haunt her, again and remind her of the horrors she had to pull herself through. The journey of unraveling Sofia's past and how her future would change with the three Russian men that would, unexpectedly show her what true love is, will be worth the wait. So read on and enjoy!
View MoreAuthor’s POV.The car was a coffin on wheels.Blood slicked the seats, thick in the air—iron-heavy and suffocating. Aurelio was slumped between Nadei and Renzo, his body unnaturally limp, his skin so pale it looked like wax. His chest barely moved, each breath a shallow, ragged fight. The bullet wounds—one in his side, the other in his chest—kept pouring, no matter how hard they pressed down.Luca was driving like a madman, tires screeching as he weaved through the streets. Nikolai was in the passenger seat, turned around, his hands pressing over one of the wounds with brutal force. It wasn’t enough."Fuck! He's losing too much!" Nadei snarled, his voice raw, desperate. His hands were drenched in Aurelio’s blood, his grip unrelenting. "Where the fuck are the doctors?"“We’re almost there,” Luca gritted out, but the panic in his voice betrayed him. He was flying through red lights, pushing the engine to its limits, but it wasn’t enough.Nothing was going to be enough.Aurelio coughed,
Author’s POV.The night smelled like death.Gunfire cracked through the air, cutting through the darkness like a jagged blade. The warehouse was an inferno of noise—bullets tearing through metal, shattering glass, bodies hitting the concrete. The scent of blood, gunpowder, and sweat clung to the air, thick enough to choke on.They had walked into a trap.Nadei knew it the second they stepped inside. The way the shadows shifted wrong, the unnatural stillness before the first shot rang out—this wasn’t just another hunt.This was an ambush.Sokolov fucked them over."Cover!" Nikolai’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chaos as he dove behind a stack of crates, returning fire.The enemy was everywhere, moving like wraiths between the rusted machinery and stacks of abandoned shipments. The dim industrial lighting cast long, distorted shadows, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of flickering shapes and shifting figures."Where the fuck are they coming from?" Renzo snarled, ducking
Nial.The warehouse smelled like blood.It clung to the concrete, soaked into the rusted metal, crept into the cracks in the walls. It was inescapable, thick and suffocating, and yet, I breathed it in without flinching. Sokolov had been here for two days. Two days since we’d dragged his broken body into this room, tied him up, and left him at the mercy of Sofia’s brothers.Two days, and he was still alive.Disappointing.I stood near the entrance, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my knife, watching as Valentino worked. He had always been the worst of the four when it came to things like this—where Luca was calculated, Renzo was efficient, and Aurelio was ruthless, Valentino enjoyed it. There was no cold detachment in his actions, no professional distance. He liked the suffering, liked the way men broke apart under his hands.And Sokolov was breaking.The Russian was barely recognizable. His face was swollen, split open in more places than I could count, one of his eyes too damage
Nial.The house had never been this quiet before.Not since Sofia and the kids had come into our lives, filling every corner of our world with noise, warmth, and something we never knew we craved—peace. A twisted kind of peace, given our lives, but peace all the same. Now, standing in the dimly lit living room, the quiet felt suffocating. Like the silence before a storm but this time the storm was ragging inside of every single one of us.Jade was asleep upstairs, curled up in the mountain of stuffed dinousaurs Sofia kept buying him, despite his insistence that he was "too big" for them. Lorelai had dozed off hours ago, wrapped in Sofia’s arms, while she ran her fingers throughour little girl's hair, murmuring soft lullabies in Italian. I had stayed just long enough to watch the way she melted into our children, her love for them so deep it left something aching in my chest.Then I had left, unable to shake the restlessness thrumming under my skin.My brothers were scattered throughou
Nikolai.It started small.A conversation here. A passing look there.At first, I thought it was my own exhaustion playing tricks on me. The last weeks had been heavy, slow in some ways, too fast in others. Six weeks since Arsen had nearly died. Six weeks since Sofia had looked us in the eyes and told us she wouldn’t choose—because she couldn’t.And somehow, none of us had walked away. We never would.I had expected the distance between us and Arsen to stretch, for the resentment to fester even more, but that’s not what happened.Instead, it was the quiet things.The way he stepped back when tempers ran high. The way he never inserted himself where he wasn’t wanted but was always just there when it mattered.I noticed it first when Nial had come back from hunting one of Sokolov's consiglieres, stiff, a rare tension lining his shoulders. He didn’t talk about it—not to us. Not to anybody. He just went straight to the back porch, standing in the cold, watching the night sky like he did w
Sofia.The air in the room was thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of a decision that could change everything. The dim light barely reached the corners of the space, casting long shadows against the walls, but none were as dark as the emotions brewing between me and the men standing behind me.The men who had built a life with me. Who had fought for me. Protected me.And now, I was asking them to make room for him.For Arsen.The man they had every reason to hate. The man I had every reason to hate. But I couldn’t.Not after everything.I sat beside his bed, my fingers curled tightly around his hand, unwilling to let go. He was stable but still unconscious. The bandages covering his torso were proof of the fight he had barely survived, a reminder that I had nearly lost him before I even had the chance to face the truth.I loved him.And that truth wasn’t something I could run from anymore.Behind me, my men were silent, but I could feel their presence like a physical weig
Sofia.The weight of the room pressed down on me, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Arsen’s shallow breaths and the scent of antiseptic—it all felt suffocating. But more than that, I felt the suffocation in my chest, in my heart. The space between us was growing larger by the second, and I was helpless to stop it.I could feel the heaviness of my thoughts, the constant battle inside me between the love I couldn’t deny and the anger I couldn’t quite bury. I wasn’t sure what was worse—loving him or trying to pretend I didn’t feel anything at all.But I had to face it. I loved Arsen. No matter how many times I tried to bury it, no matter how many walls I built around my heart, it was still there, pulsing, undeniable. And now, as I sat beside his hospital bed, watching him fight for his life, I couldn’t pretend any longer.The door to the room creaked open, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Nadei’s scent, the heavy weight of Nikolai’s presence, the quiet foo
Sofia.Every breath I took felt like a struggle, as though I couldn’t quite fill my lungs with enough air. The room felt smaller than it should have. The air thicker like a gloomy fog setting over me.I paced, walking back and forth along the hall, running my hands through my hair in frustration. The quiet had become unbearable. The silence that once felt like solace now felt like an invisible weight pushing down on me.I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, or what I even wanted to happen. But I knew I couldn’t stay still—not after Nikolai’s words, not after everything I had seen, everything I had felt.The door to the room where Arsen lay was cracked open. I could see the dim light from the hallway spill inside, casting shadows across the floor, the walls, the bed where he lay. I had been avoiding it all night, but now, I couldn’t stay away any longer.With slow, deliberate steps, I crossed the threshold and stepped inside.Arsen still looked like he was drifting between life and dea
Sofia.The safehouse was too quiet.Even with security outside, even with the occasional sound of footsteps in the halls, the silence felt wrong.It had always been like this—a cold, calculated kind of quiet, designed for function, not comfort. The walls were thick, reinforced, soundproofed. No outside noise. No echo of the life that existed beyond these walls.I had stayed here once before. Years ago.Back then, silence had been a luxury. A moment to breathe.Now, it was suffocating.I moved through the dimly lit halls, my bare feet light against the marble. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, rich and bitter, but when I reached the kitchen, I found the pot empty. Someone had been here recently.I exhaled sharply and filled a glass of water from the sink, bringing it to my lips with slightly unsteady hands.“Drinking water instead of coffee? That’s new.”I didn’t turn at the sound of Nikolai’s voice. “You’re one to talk.”The chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it out,
Welcome, I just needed to clarify a few things before you start reading to avoid any discomfort or disturbing content.This book will contain the following topics. Beware and skip any part that you don't feel comfortable reading. I don't like leaving warnings in the start of every chapter I write because it ruins all the fun in knowing what you'll read, so, just make sure to skip whatever you don't feel comfortable reading.[HIGHLY DESCRIPTIVE MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT: DEGRADATION/PRAISING/CHOKING AND VARIOUS KINKS][STRONG USE OF MATURE LANGUAGE/ SWEARING][MENTION OF ASSAULT/ABUSE/RAPE][MENTION OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE][GORY SCENERY]And please, for the billionth time, know that this is my first book ever and that English is not my first language, so, if you find grammatical mistakes please point them out and try to be kind about it. I'm not a professional writer but I'm really trying to be better._Sofia.12:00 PM"Love you!"I closed the door behind me, feverently waving at Carter with...
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