Sofia.I had been roaming in literal circles for the past thirty minutes to get them to lose my trace and confuse them into buying me some time to figure out whatever the hell I was going with this.I walked for a few minutes before stopping in my tracks when I heard distant yelling and shouting. Damnit, they were closer than I thought, the three idiots caught up to me.Curse you short legs!My feet padded across the damp dirt as I tried to get my running pace back on track to warm up my shivering body and avoid stepping on any more rocks and twigs.I started to feel the blood oozing out of the small cuts on my feet from running barefoot in the middle of a forest and to be honest it wasn't the worst of all this so far, till now.I always hated running, even in PE classes at school it was my least favourite thing to do, to put it fairly but yet it seems as if it was the only thing that I had been doing my entire life.The irony.I halted mid step when I heeded the loud and fast footstep
Sofia.Nadei kissed the spot behind my ear, my moan was muffled by Nial's lips. He pushed his tongue in tasting every single spot in my mouth tangling our tongues together his caressing mine hungrily.No. Why the hell wasn't I stopping this?Feeling myself getting lost in the feel of Nial's soft, addictive and devourable full lips and Nadei's small sucking and kissing on my nape. I didn't fail to notice another pair of lips moving my shirt to the side to get attached to my jaw and collarbone kissing, licking and sucking my supple skin.My knees buckled ever so lightly from the amount of pleasure I was feeling and Nikolai's arms gripping my waist brought me back to earth. What the fuck?I finally gathered what's left of common sense in me and quickly pulled away from Nial to push away myself out of their possessive grip. I glared at them before directly meeting their eyes just to be startled by the lovey-dovey awe-struck look on their stupidly gorgeous faces.Making me even more confuse
Sofia.I didn't even realize it when Nadei sat on a chair in their fancy dining room and pulled me onto his lap not noting my discomfort.I looked up, glaring at him. My anger and confusion were blinding my rational side, suddenly not fearing him anymore. "Let me go, I'd like to sit down. Over there." I pointed at a random empty chair.Looking down at me with amusement struggling to pull his arm that was pinning me by the waist to his front, he answered with a sharp 'no' making me scowl at him and stare at the other two across from us with a pointed glare."Let.Me.Go.Now!" I shouted, insisting on every word as I dug my short but neatly clipped nails at his hand getting tired of this stupid mouse and cat crap.He growled. It sounded feral, animalistic. A fucking warning and my eyes widened as my chin got held between his long fingers. Here comes the pain. I shuddered anticipating the worst as always.His voice was strained and angered, "Stop moving or I'm going to do something you won't
Sofia.I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I sobbed harder clinging to the person not even caring that it was one of the trio. Burying my face in his chest inhaling his calming earthy and minty scent making my waterfall of tears stop to gather my willpower.I knew that I was hugging one of the monsters that decided to cage me again. But I didn't care enough to push him away knowing that I'd use any type of comforting.I was a touchy sensitive person and hugs always made me feel good. They pulled me to earth and brought me a sense of calmness but this wasn't the case this time.Feeling my tears and sobs subsiding to small sniffles. I hurriedly pushed his hands away standing up stiffly to lock gazes with his pretty hazel guilt-filled eyes.Nikolai.If he felt guilty, so why not just let me go?And why did I feel safe in his arms despite my growing resentment for him and his brothers?Shaking my head out of the intrusive thoughts, I peeped at the other two giants, halfheartedly mumb
Sofia.Walking in groggily. I slumped on the bed to scream into the really nice fluffy pillow letting my frustration and anger out.The one time I thought that life was actually going well for me and I get kidnapped by some hot psychopaths that claim to fucking love me. Me?I turned around to lay on my back. Staring at the ceiling of the pretty room I was in, aimlessly, remembering what Nadei said before I stomped my way to their God-forsaken room.A few minutes earlier.."You should go get ready were going to our home in a couple of hours," he murmured tiredly, yet a hint of excitement could be detected.That was not my home.The Golden retriever of this crazy family-I mean Nikolai eagerly added, "We'll get one of the maids to bring you something to wear until we get home lyubov'. It would also be good for you to take a nap. You look tired."Whose fault was that?I looked at Nial waiting for him to say something as well. Since these damn men love completing each others' sentences.Cat
Nikolai.I lost control.I couldn't believe that I hurt her.Guilt wasn't something I felt often. Especially since our line of work didn't really require showing your emotions or acting upon them.We were more than used to not feeling anything. Stuck in a limbo of violence, chaos and numbness without a guide.No light just absolute darkness and sin.And we had been lonely since I could remember it would've explained our lack of...understanding if you will.Our 'birth givers' weren't exactly the most sentimental, caring or loving parents. They trained us to be leaders since birth and trust me they surely made that happen.We weren't like other kids.I mean sure our father was The Pakhan as in the leader of the damn Bratva. He was expected to be a bit rough on us but the son of a bitch deprived us of our say in that matter and decided to fucking train us to be his little puppets and take over whenever he saw fit.Piece of shit.We didn't get to play like the other kids. and when it came
Sofia.I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and made my way to the bathroom to wash my face and freshen up. I glanced at the mirror meeting my puffy slightly red-rimmed eyes and reddened cheeks, my hair untamed and dark shopping bags under my eyes.And my neck.A light purple bruise adorning it, provoking me to wince when I skimmed my fingers on it too hard.Crying before sleeping was absolute shit and the bruising on my throat was even worse.I looked like a raccoon high on crack.After combing my hair through the rough tangled mess that it was. A loud knock resonated from the other side of the door, my eyes snapped to its direction feeling my hand grip the counter with force.I didn't want to be bothered and for sure shit didn't want to see them.The damned three."дорогой, you need to wake up now, please," Anne's soft heavily accented voice contained my attention through the door reminding me of the plans that the trio set in place.(Dear)Taking me to their home."Okay, I'll be out i
Author's POV.Peering at Sofia's sleeping figure curled up to his brother. Nial sighed out of relief and turned to Nikolai that was frowning, eyebrows furrowed and his eyes deep in thought. His lips pulled in a taut line."О чем ты думаешь, брат?" Nial inquired of his troubled brother.(What are you thinking of, brother?)Sighing defeatedly, Nikolai glanced briefly at his sibling muttering ruefully, his voice raw with sadness."Я-я сделал ей больно, но она простила меня, разве мы ее заслужили?"(I-I hurt her, yet she forgave me. Do we even deserve her?)Nial knew how much of an overthinker and how insecure Nikolai was but he didn't want to lie to him and sufficed with consoling him without truly answering his question.It wasn't manipulation when it protected his feelings and sometimes avoiding problems was better than facing them."Она простила тебя. Так что не переусердствуйте. Мы уже дважды ошиблись, и нам нужно искупить свою вину, просто набраться терпения и быть тем, чего она заслу
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
Sofia.There were moments in life that split time in half—before and after.Before the phone call, I had been warm, sated, wrapped in the arms of a man who once left me but resurfaced. I had been lost in the illusion of love, letting myself forget, just for one night, the world I belonged to. The pain of knowing what I was and who I was didn't make hurt any less. After the phone call, there was only the cold. It seeped into my bones, numbing me, robbing me of breath, of thought, of everything except the echo of Nadei’s voice."It’s Aurelio.""He’s alive… but he’s in a coma."The words were carved into my fucking skull. A brand. A wound that would never fucking heal. Like that memory of Adrian- it had been years since I have thought about him- grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the fridge, I was caught trying to get something to eat, tyring to scouge anything to eat besides the stale bread and disgusting noodle soup he sent with Maximus earlier that day. I sat there, fr