Sofia."I'm going to go get dressed," I addressed Camille, giving her a small smile.I wiped my mouth moved my chair and got up to leave to our room. Wait. Did I just call it our room? Fucking damnit.Simultaneously, the trio stood up and followed my angry stomping form to the room. I was petty and I loved it. I unlocked the door striding in, yanking the bag that comprised the clothes that Camille brought for me and got into the bathroom to change.The trio watched me intently until I was out of sight.-I placed the bag on the counter, washing my teeth and hands as I opened it, emptying the contents. A soft gasp left my parted lips instantly loving what I was seeing.Clothes that actually would fit me, with undergarments.Thank gods for Camille.I undressed and wore the black lace bra and panties with a light undershirt, throwing on the maroon cropped hoodie and black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I finished off by slipping on the socks and black combat boots tying the sh
Sofia.Gods I was wrong. So damn wrong.That was it.Yep, I was never going shopping again.Especially with someone as hyperactive as Camille.She had been dragging me and Astrid--her bodyguard for hours in this huge ass mall. Store to store and spending money like there was no tomorrow and to be honest I didn't care to stop her.I'd given her that card that the trio gave me and let her do her 'thang' as she said which made me laugh at her attempt at imitating an American accent.Plus I was exhausted and hungry as hell.But thankfully we didn't get to carry any of the stuff that Camille picked for me because apparently it would get dropped off at the Alexeyev mansion.And I just learned the trio's last name-- finally, which sounded quite familiar as if I heard it before also got to know that they were the most influential wealthy and socially high-ranked businessmen here.But they were still idiots to me-- a bunch of very attractive idiotic kind captors but that was debatable when it c
Sofia.He smashed his lips against mine and I hesitantly kissed him back with those full lips moving against mine, his hand drifting downwards to hold my throat in a firm grip.I felt myself moaning voluntarily when shoved his tongue into my mouth exploring it with his teeth pulling at my bottom lip teasingly.He pulled away from me, breathless and looking me in the eye waiting for me to lash out at him. To hit him or refuse his touch. But I don't.And he dove right back in, kissing me slowly as if to make a point. It felt more lustful and passionate.My lips moved in sync with his consuming each other.Tingles spread at the contact of Nikolai's wandering hands that were squeezing my pants-clad thighs kneading them up and down but never touching where I needed him.Nadei pulled away from me with one last peck on my lips, his own red and swollen, he tightened his grip on my neck meeting my eyes.His jade orbs reminded me of a Green python, venomous and deathly but mesmerizing. It some
Sofia.I thought I'd hold my ground not letting them get to me but then, again, I did give in the first time, however, this exact situation was making wanna lose my marbles.Marbles? Geez, I sounded like a grandma."What are you d-doing?"It was hard to keep my voice straight as it wavered slightly when he stalked over to me like a predator to its prey. And I strived to take a step back fearing for my thudding heart and pussy as a dark look crossed his face. A loud yelp left my lips when he circled an arm around my waist lifting me from the ground.I hastily wrapped my legs around his torso and arms around his neck and I felt him sit down with me in his lap. That, that was not fucking fine and he needed to let me go. Swerving my way to get off of his lap. "Let me go," my whine fell on deaf ears.As he pulled me tighter against him noting my halted actions as compliance when I stopped struggling against his tough grip. He chuckled turning me in his arms to straddle him. The provocati
Author's POV.The triplets were baffled.Absolutely and completely bewildered at Sofia's previous actions.They thought that she would just go through her punishment for talking and giving her attention to another man beside them like a good girl and be taught a lesson not to talk to other men so animatedly.But she turned things in her favor.Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt.She had the trio warped her tiny fingers.They knew that the second they saw her.She had them intoxicated with her mere presence.The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men.And always have been.They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests.They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exac
Sofia.After an hour I finished organizing everything in its place reminding myself that I won't be staying long and was going to find some way out. I shut the closet and turning to discern a tray-making me know that someone was here just a few seconds ago.A glass of apple juice, a bottle of water with a plate with medium cooked stake exactly how I liked it and some veggies. On the other side of the tray a sticky note was attached to its handle.I plucked out the note reading it.Baby girl, We had to leave for a work matter. We'll be back later also we left some lunch for you. If you need or want anything, call us.Behave little one.Enjoy your food, Love. I laughed at their attempt in writing me a note with each of their handwriting and the nicknames indicating who wrote what.It was cute, not gonna lie.Sofia stop-I plopped the note on the nightstand and sat grabbing the tray to devour the food while it was still warm. Thoughtfully annihilating the delicious meal and putting
Sofia.Letting out a sigh of relief after I hung up on Nial, I recollected my composure and that I had company taking a swift glance at Ivana not wanting to make the situation bizarre.Than it was already."Soo-" I stretched the word not finding anything to spike up a conversation with her."What's your favorite rapper?"I mentally backhanded myself in the face at the ridiculous question.But seeing the look on my face, Ivana laughed heartily, her smooth laugh practically dissipating my nervous and timid self and giving me space to make up for my idiotic icebreakers. Gosh, I needed socializing classes. If they were a thing."I honestly don't have one, it's hard to pick," she rolled her eyes playfully, "Ahat's yours?" She answered with a soft giggle, her accent still prominent."J.cole," I replied curtly."Cool. So, who are you to my cousins?" She inquired curiously after a few minutes of awkward silence.Shit."I-uh-I'm their-" my stuttering was being cut off when Anastasia walked int
Sofia.That rough yet soft touch of fingers tracing my face so lightly made me jolt awake, my eyes opened in alarm but we're still filled with drowsiness to meet Nikolai's soft eyes.A small frown etched on his handsome face."It's okay, baby. It's just me," he soothed reaching his hand to stroke my cheek. Hazel eyes twinkling with concern.I stepped away from his touch.His frown deepened, lips pulled out in a small pout.Damnit, why was I feeling bad for concerning him now?Sofia stop feeling sympathetic to people that hurt you--"Love, did you have a nightmare, again?" He inquired hesitantly.I shook my head, my eyes wide knowing that he might have caught on to something the last time."Then what is it?" You and your brothers and my fucked up life."Where are the others?" I noticed the other two's absence, dismissing his question with a yawn.He smiled, "Nadei is working and Nial is working out."And my dumb-hoe of a pussy started tingling at the image of a shirtless, sweaty Nial
Arsen.She was pacing again.The damn woman wouldn’t sit still, despite nearly toppling over twice already. Stubborn as hell, jaw clenched tight, the way her hands balled into fists every few minutes—it was like watching a storm build, waiting for the inevitable thunder. I let out a slow exhale, flexing my fingers against the dull ache in my side. The pain had settled into something manageable, but the bullet wound still throbbed every time I moved too much. Not that I’d admit it. ''You need to eat.''Sofia finally stopped near the small window, arms crossed as she glared into the distance. “I’m not hungry,” she muttered, refusing to look at me.I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, and I’m a fucking priest.”She shot me a glare, but it lacked real fire. Her exhaustion clung to her, evident in the slight unsteadiness of her stance.I pushed off the couch, biting back a grimace as my side protested. “You haven’t eaten since you woke up, Sofia. You need to.”She let out a humorless laugh. “Why d
Sofia.Silence stretched tight in the room, thick with unspoken arguments and barely restrained fury. I could feel the weight of their gazes pressing down on me, but I refused to bend. Not this time. Not ever.Nikolai exhaled through his nose, his jaw locked tight. "Sofia, you have to trust us.""Trust?" I barked out a sharp laugh, shaking my head. "Trust goes both ways, Nikolai. And right now, it sure as hell doesn't feel like you trust me."He didn’t flinch at my words, but something flickered in his eyes—something almost guilty. But before I could call him on it, Nadei moved. Fast.Too fast.A sharp prick at my neck sent a chill down my spine, my hand flying up instinctively. My fingers met Nadei’s, his grip gentle but unyielding as he pressed the syringe into my skin. No. Fuck."You son of a wh—"The room tilted. My vision blurred, the edges growing hazy and dark. I staggered, reaching for something&
Sofia.The weight of Nikolai’s words settled in my bones. We move at dawn.No hesitation. No second-guessing. We were past that now.I turned to face him, meeting his unreadable gaze. The soft glow of the garden lights cast long shadows across his face, making the sharp angles even more pronounced. He looked terrefiyingly beautiful. I knew that look—controlled fury barely restrained. This wasn’t just about revenge. It was about sending a message.Someone had the audacity to come after me. After us. And they had failed. But failure meant nothing to men like the one who was after me. It only meant they would try again. Harder. Smarter. With more firepower."We should get some rest," Nikolai said, his voice rough from exhaustion, but firm.I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "And leave the battle planning to you?"A smirk almost ghosted across his lips, but it never fully formed. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against my wrist in a fleeting touch. "Sofia. I need you to be
Sofia.The safe house was buried deep in the outskirts of the city, a fortress disguised as a forgotten estate. High walls, reinforced doors, bulletproof windows—it screamed security. Yet, as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of cigars and espresso made it feel almost homey.For a moment, I let myself believe we were safe.Until Luca locked the door behind us, and the tension in the room snapped tight like a wire about to break."We need answers." Lorenzo’s voice was ice, sharp and cutting.Clearing his throat, "Agreed." Nadei said as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his green eyes dark with exhaustion. "We were ambushed, but someone had to tip them off.""Someone on the inside," Nial added, wiping dried blood from his knuckles. "Someone close enough to know our movements."My stomach twisted. He wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t just a random attack. This was precision. A well-planned execution. And yet, we were still standing.Thankfully."Who do you think it was?" I asked,
Sofia.I feel someone's intense gaze on me.The night was a cacophony of chaos, but all I could hear was the drum of my own heartbeat, the fire in my lungs as I fought, as I survived. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline, wreckage and blood, the crack of bullets whizzing past my ears a deadly symphony.Nikolai was at my back, covering me with precision, his bullets finding their marks like it was second nature. Nadei was a storm, his movements ruthless, his rage palpable as he carved through our attackers with a kind of brutality that made my chest ache. Nial fought with a quiet efficiency, his blade flashing in the dim light, while Arsen, bleeding and furious, held the line with the stubbornness of a man who refused to fall.And still, they kept coming.More men poured into the alley, their silhouettes dark and faceless, their weapons raised, ready to finish what they started."We need a fucking miracle," Nial panted, reloading with grim determination."We don’t break," I gro
Nadei.The world erupted in fire.The blast threw me off my feet, a wall of heat and force slamming into my back as the explosion consumed the alleyway. Debris rained down like fucking bullets, and the scent of burning asphalt filled my lungs. My ears rang, my vision blurred—but I didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t afford to. I. Had.To. Keep. Moving.“SOFIA!”My voice was lost in the chaos, but I caught sight of her through the smoke. My heart squeezed at the sight. Arsen had tackled her to the ground, shielding her with his body as the fire roared behind them. He was bleeding. So was she. But they were alive.Nikolai was on his feet, gun raised, scanning the destruction. Nial had taken cover behind what was left of a dumpster, his face set in a snarl, blood dripping down the side of his head. But the bastard we’d been questioning? Gone.Of course he was.''Fucking hell.'' I spat out a curse, my grip tightening around my gun as I forced my body into motion. We needed to move. Whoever sen
Arsen.The moment of peace I shared with Sofia is quickly shattered. The first explosion rocked the walls, sending a tremor through the floor. The windows rattled violently before one of them burst, spraying shards of glass into the air. In the same breath, the lights flickered and cut out, plunging us into chaos.Fuck! They had where they wanted us. We didn't expect them to strike this fast. And that was our first mistake.“DOWN!” Nikolai roared, tackling Sofia to the ground as a second blast ripped through the room, deafening and blinding. The table flipped, and I hit the ground hard, the taste of dust and gunpowder sharp in my mouth.Gunfire erupted outside, sharp, controlled bursts—whoever was out there wasn’t just trying to scare us. They were here to finish the job.Nadei was the first to move, rolling into cover behind the overturned couch, his gun already in hand. “We’re under attack.”“No shit!” Nial growled, already pulling his own weapon. His face was twisted in fury, but h
Arsen.I had always known my past would come back for me. But I never thought it would come like this—like a blade pressing against my throat, like a storm tearing apart everything in its wake. Like my heart was going to be ripped away from my ribbcage.Sitting in that dimly lit room, my jaw still aching from the blond dickhead's punch, I could feel the weight of my next words before they even left my mouth. I had their attention now. The three men who owned Sofia’s heart. The men who would kill me without hesitation if they thought I was a danger to her.And maybe I was.I exhaled sharply, pushing down the bitterness that always threatened to surface when I thought about what could have been. What should have been. I wasn’t here for that. I was here because I had answers. And they needed them."The people after Sofia? They aren’t just old enemies," I began, my voice even, controlled, despite the storm raging inside me. "They’re the remnants of something much worse. Something that nev
Author's POV.The moment Sofia and her husbands left- fuck, he hated that word. Husbands. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it wasn't fair to him. He wanted to be the man for her. He desereved that title, but she chose them, not him, he reminded himself - silence settled over the room like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. Arsen exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before gripping the edge of the table. The tension in his shoulders had coiled so tight he thought he might snap.He should have expected this. From the second he locked eyes with those five men in the café, he knew this moment would come. The past had never been the kind to stay buried, not for people like them. Not for men who lived in the shadows of power and blood.Sofia was different now. He had seen it in the steel of her gaze, the way she held herself—not just as a mother, not just as the girl he used to know, but as something else entirely. A woman carved by war and loss, by survival. The Bratva’s