Sofia.The drive back home was in comfortable silence as I grabbed Nikolai's hand, leaning my head against his shoulder feeling his fingertips graze my knuckles softly.The sun was setting down. In the soft blue sky, splashes of reds, purples and yellowish orangey tints glowed amongst the light smoke like clouds. The scene was magnificent, photographic and my mood levitated upon seeing the mesmerizing sight taking another sunset picture that was sure to be saved with its other lookalikes. I took more pictures of sunsets, sunrises and the moon than I took of myself sometimes.The car halted down to a stop accessing the huge metallic black gate. Aleksander opened the front door for us and headed the other way after receiving an affirmative nod from Nikolai as we trekked through the hallway to the kitchen where Nial was in, sipping his coffee.It was almost eight pm and the brown eyed man was sipping freaking coffee. I was pretty sure that he had some serious caffeine addiction as I no
Sofia."Идеальный."(Perfect)Nial's hands tugged on my blindfold, securing it. My blackened vision increasing my other senses as he tied my hands with a soft silky fabric that made my squirming almost impossible at how the knot of said fabric tightened the more I tried to pull.I was completely under his mercy and I thrived on it. My nipples hardening as I felt him press his warm hand on my bare stomach sliding it over my wide hips to my pubic bone to...stop.The anticipation and the throbbing of my pussy were killing me. I wanted his cock in me, then and there but he sure wasn't giving me what I wanted.I was desperate for his touch."Stop squirming so much. Doll, I'm not done yet," his breath was hot on my nape, my knees holding me shaking slightly as the side of my face was softly being pushed to press against the soft silky sheets with my hands behind my back.I loved the way he carefully caressed and coaxed softly to restrain me but hated it at the same time. I couldn't touch h
Nial.The next morning, we left the hotel after getting a long brunch seemingly to satiate our discharged selves from our previous fourth round in the shower.We got home a few hours ago but didn't find Nadei and Nik as they were taking care of a new gun shipment at the docks. It ate me inside out. The guilt. I fucking needed to tell her even if we weren't sure. I wanted to tell her.My brothers and I had agreed that one of us would tell her when we were all together but I didn't want to waste time and have her hate us for how long we had been keeping this from her. Secrecy was something we swore on never doing when it came to her. We were all in this together but fuck. My hesitation was drowning me. Suffocating me and filling my lungs with a horrible feeling. Betrayal.Justifying how we wanted to actually be certain wether our surmise was correct or not was the semi right thing to do but that would mean hiding something from her and that didn't sit well with me. At all.It was eat
Nikolai.-Eleven years ago.-"I want out."Three words as simple as they were, yet their significance to the man before me was like fueling a fire that cannot be tamed. A fire so blazing and ferrous that I was the one to burn to ashes with it.I knew what I was doing and I knew what I wanted and nothing would deter me from asking for it. It was too much. This life was consuming me. I wanted a normal one.Not this."Что ты только что сказал мне, мальчик?"(What did you just say to me, boy?)My sperm donor took a puff of his Cuban cigar, the smoky scent invading my nostrils and forming a halo of sin around his head as he puffed it out. A beacon of all that was bad and ugly was the correct way to describe it because he was the fucking worst.From my peripheral my brothers shifted in their places, uncomfortable, their heads bowed slightly, their hands behind their back monotonous and unmoving. Like statues. Or like the obedient soldiers that he made of them. Dimitri and the other high-
Sofia.Skin to skin.Body to body.I was trapped, aroused and diligent in having what I wanted.Nadei's godlike naked frame was pinning me to Nial's equally delicious front. His lickable pecs were teasing me with how inviting they looked. I shook my head fighting the intention to lick, flick and bite them.Both of their hard members dug into my lower back and abdomen--Hence the height difference-- stiffening and twitching every time I moved or squirmed as the two beautiful men groaned grounding harder.Their hands groping and palming my curvaceous chest and bum. Nadei's hand cupped my sex, a low growl rumbling against my back and my eyes shutting close at the soft yet addictive touch."She's fucking dripping."I slouched my head against his shoulder feeling him run his thick fingers over my drenched lower lips.From my peripheral. Nikolai's tut abs greeted me as he smoothly took his t-shirt off, his muscled arms stretching inwardly, revealing the scars littering his creamy skin. The g
Sofia.Full shapely lips traced my neck from behind. I moaned feeling Nadei's teeth graze from my quadrangular area down my throat in a teasing manner, his wet smooth tongue caressing the flesh erupted a loud moan from my lips. Tilting my head to give him more access."D-daddy," I whined, my voice taking a turn to sound hoarse with a begging undertone as I felt Nikolai's mouth suckle on my maroon buds sending my body to a heady frenzy.I pushed my tits that shook with every indrawn breath and hard dig to my wet cunt into Nikolai's face as he eagerly palmed and squeezed the pillowy but heavy mound in his calloused hand with a pinch to the erected tips.Nial's thrusts were irresistible, long and primal. He grunted between each one with force and my loud moans only made him rut into me, harder and faster. That same knot in my stomach was begging to be unwound as I rode the huge hulking man beneath me.I wanted them, all of them and hoped that they'd be willing to give me what I want. Wha
Sofia.I was woman enough to admit when I was being a dumbass and this, ladies and gentlemen, was totally one of those times.It might have been the fact that I remembered what I had said to the trio yesterday. Okay, it was because of what I said and being cranky from waking up alone and sore. Everywhere.Damn them triplets.My irrational thinking was included in that cluster shit of fuckity fuckness. It messed with every sane thought that crossed my mind and replaced them with a hefty amount of self doubt. Nevertheless, I was glad that the trio weren't here to behold my dramatic ass have a heatstroke.I told them that I loved them.I did mean it, yes. But I still wanted to have at least told them while conscious and not dozing in and out of the restful death people called sleep. Shaking my head, a frown marred my face as I stared at the bottle of water and painkillers set on the nightstand.They didn't leave a note.They always did.I gulped down the water swallowing the two pills a
Sofia.Half an hour later everything was ready. I set the table letting Lena finish serving the food up and sent Nikolai a text asking when they were coming back. A pang of pain hit my chest when he didn't answer as instantly as he always did. Sofia you're too attached. I reprimanded myself for my lack of common sense. He obviously had things to do outside of the house but I was still too worried and immensely clingy. I set my phone down stepping into the kitchen as Lena placed everything on the counter pulling the fresh lemonade that I had made from the fridge."I'm going to fetch Nadei for lunch since Nial and Nikolai aren't here now, you can leave if you want. I'll see you tomorrow." I uttered turning around with a soft smile."Wait! Mrs. Alexeyev, h-he has visitors!" Lena shouted all of a sudden making halt mid step but I didn't bother correcting her knowing how I loved being called by their last name and how it made me feel. Reassured and important.But hold the damned phone.
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