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
Nikolai.Lifting her shirt for me to peel it off from her effortlessly enticing form. Sofia blushed trying to insulate herself from my hungry gaze. I merely bestowed her with a warning glance and like a good girl she dropped her hands looking everywhere but me.Fuck, if she only saw herself the way I did.So damn beautiful. So sweet and fucking precious.I sighed meaning every goddamn word that left me, "You're enthralling," my lips found hers in a sweet kiss loving how she reciprocated the action."And so fucking perfect, sweetheart," I pecked her forehead rendering her to flush even redder and I chuckled expressing the joy bubbling within me at the melodious giggle.I caressed her smooth cute stomach reveling in the feel of her soft skin. The urge to ask her about them, the small scars littering her skin was heart wrenching as they tainted her beautiful pale skin. Yet she was the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes upon and always be.Tearing my eyes and averting my vicious thoughts
Author's POV.Nadei, finally,got his load of work done and decided to find his little girl. He searched everywhere he thought he might find her until he figured out that Nik might have taken her to their library being the only place he hadn't checked.And knowing how much of a nerd his brother was despite his inability to focus while reading as his hyperactivity got the best of him every time. And he knew how much he loved the place with its calm atmosphere and its peacefulness..Reaching his destination, Nadei stood leaning against the railing of the stairs and getting greeted by the grinning face of his younger brother with their little girl tucked into Nikolai's hulking frame in a small blanket, her head peeking out shyly but drowsily at him."Hello, brother," Nikolai greeted with a cheerful tone pulling Sofia to him and Nadei scanned the sight of the disheveled state she was in with her clothes on the floor making him smirk, lust prospering in his green orbs."You have been busy a
Sofia.The world blurred around me.The sound of my own breath—ragged, sharp—was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality as I clutched Lorelai in my arms.Aurelio is waking up.Vale’s words echoed in my skull, but my body had already moved before my mind could process them. I was rushing to get to the door.The air rushed past me as I made it to the front door, barefoot, heart hammering, pulse wild. Luca grabbed my arm before I could get into the car, his grip strong but careful. “Sofia, relax—”“I need to see him,” I snapped, shaking him off.“We’re coming with you,” Nikolai said from behind me.There was no room for argument. I didn’t care about security, the logistics, the doctors, or the tests.I just needed to see my brother._At the hospital.The room smelled sterile. Like antiseptic, bleach, and something too clean to be comforting. It made my senses twitch at the overly powerful smell.I stood in the doorway, my pulse thundering in my ears, my hands clenched into fists
Sofia.Mornings in our house were never quiet.And I wouldn’t have it any other way.The kitchen smelled like warm syrup, cinnamon, and something unmistakably homey. Sunlight streamed through the windows, golden and soft, casting a warm glow over the absolute war zone unfolding in front of me.Jade stood on his stool, spatula in hand, looking every bit like a tiny war general as he surveyed the griddle. “Mama, this is serious. We need maximum efficiency if we’re gonna get pancakes and whipped cream before Alexei does.”Gosh, he sounded like Schmidt from New Girl when he said that, I cackled internally. Alexei, sitting on the counter beside Arsen, scoffed. “You act like I can’t hear you.”Jade ignored him. Instead, he turned to Lorelai, who was standing beside me, her tiny hands clutching a measuring cup filled with flour."Lory, you’re on mixing duty."Lorelai nodded solemnly. “Mix.”Jade nodded back like this was a military operation. “Good. Uncle Renzo’s in charge of toppings.”Ren
Sofia.The jet ride home was quiet.Not peaceful.Just quiet.Nikolai sat beside me, his fingers curled around my thigh, warm and grounding. Nadei and Nial sat across from us, their gazes locked onto me in that quiet way they always did when they thought I was about to break.But I wasn’t breaking.I was exhausted.I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling through my nose, my body thrumming with tension. The blood was gone from my skin, wiped clean before I ever stepped foot on the jet, but I still felt it.In my bones.Under my nails.Seeping into my fucking soul.I closed my eyes.For the first time in weeks, the war was over. Momentarily.But I didn’t know how to stop fighting.-We stepped inside, the weight of everything hit me. Not just the blood. Not just the ghosts but the home of it all. The scent of vanilla and citrus from the candles I always burned. The warmth of the dimmed hallway lights. The faintest sound of Jade’s giggles coming from the kids’ wing.I exhaled sh
Sofia.The world didn’t stop after a war.I learned that a long time ago.You spill blood, you carve your revenge into the bones of your enemies, you rip apart the men who dared to harm what was yours—and then? Then, the world moves on.Seemed easy enough, right? Well, it fucking wasn't.The city still breathed. People still laughed, drank, fucked. Unaware that, just hours ago, I had rewritten the rules of their underworld. That we have changed something that a lot have tried to but couldn't.Mikhailov was dead.Vaschenko was dead.Petrov was dead.Their corpses were nothing more than stains on the concrete, their names nothing more than whispered cautionary tales for the next generation of ambitious fools who thought they could touch an Alexeyev and walk away.And yet…The ache in my chest remained because Aurelio was still lying in that hospital bed.Still pale. Still silent.Still gone in all the ways that mattered.I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the sink, staring at my re
Sofia.There was no calm before the storm.No quiet anticipation.No room for hesitation.By the time we left Petrov’s lifeless body cooling in a puddle of his own blood, the only thing left was the pulse of war thudding through my veins.One more.Vladimir Mikhailov.I could already see his name carved into his gravestone, already hear his screams before we sent him to rot in the ground.The ride back to the safehouse was silent, thick with something heavy, something sharp. Luca drove again, his grip tight on the wheel, knuckles white. Nadei sat beside him, eyes fixed on the road ahead, his body coiled in quiet tension.Renzo was wiping his blade clean, slow and methodical, like he was already picturing the next throat he’d slit.Nikolai sat beside me, his arm slung lazily over my shoulder, his fingers trailing idly along my collarbone—a contrast to the bloodlust still simmering in his gaze.We weren’t done.Not yet.Mikhailov was the last one left.And when I found him, I wouldn’t j
Sofia.Vengeance had a taste.It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death.I could feel it on my tongue as I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city bleeding light into the darkness. Neon signs flickered against the glass, a kaleidoscope of color that felt too bright, too alive for what we had just done. I could still feel Vaschenko’s blood drying on my skin. Still feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the kick of the recoil, the way his body had spasmed before he stilled.Dead.And yet, it wasn’t enough.Because Aurelio was still in that hospital bed.Still fighting for his life.Still teetering on the edge of existence, caught between this world and whatever lay beyond.And as long as my brother lay there, trapped in that purgatory, the men responsible didn’t deserve to fucking breathe.I inhaled slowly, pressing my fingertips to my temples, grounding myself in the dull ache. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me—Nikolai’s steady, Luca’s knowing, Nad
Sofia.Vengeance had a taste.It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death.I could feel it on my tongue as I stood in the safehouse’s war room, staring down at the map of the city, my fingers trailing over the names we had carved into our list.Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko.Their days were numbered.And tonight?Tonight, the countdown began.Luca was the first to break the silence. "We start with Vaschenko," he muttered, tapping the red mark on the map where the bastard’s operations were stationed. "He’s the easiest to take out first. He thinks he’s untouchable in that casino of his, but we’ve already got men inside.""He’s a coward," Nikolai added, his voice sharp. "He runs his mouth, but he won’t fight. He hides behind security, behind money. He won’t see it coming."Good.I wanted him to be afraid.I wanted him to choke on it.Valentino leaned against the table, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "We make an example out of him."A slow, dark smile curled at my li
Sofia.The scent of death still clung to my skin.Even after we had left the warehouse, after we had burned the bodies, after I had washed my hands clean of the blood—I still felt it.Felt it under my nails.Felt it in my fucking bones.I sat in the back of the car, the engine humming beneath me, the city lights flickering past in a blur of gold and white. My reflection stared back at me in the window, eyes dark, empty.I barely recognized myself."Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko."The names echoed in my head like a death sentence.They had tried to kill Aurelio.They had wanted me alive. They were unrelenting. The first attack. Sokolov. Their army. Every thing they have done led us to this moment. I curled my fingers into a fist, nails biting into my palm.No one moved in the car.Luca sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. Nadei was on my other side, his knuckles still bruised, still stained with a red that no amount of scrubbing would erase.Nik
Sofia.The night air was cold. Not the kind of cold that bit at your skin. Not the kind that sent shivers racing down your spine. This was something else.Something hollow.The kind of cold that crept into your bones, settled in your veins, and wrapped around your heart like an iron vice. I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city lights blurring past, but I didn’t see them.All I could see was Aurelio.Pale. Motionless. His body hooked up to machines, his chest barely rising and falling.The last time I had seen him, really seen him, he had been full of life. Full of energy. Full of that fire that burned inside all of us.Now?Now, he was trapped between life and death, teetering on the edge.And I hadn’t been there.I had been tangled up in Arsen. Lost in him. Lost in us. Letting myself forget, even if just for a moment, that the world outside still existed.And while I had been pretending—My brother had been bleeding out.A sharp, stinging pain shot through my palm.I lo