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."Nik and Nial aren't home. Why?" I hurriedly implored trying to keep the disappointment at bay but terribly failing as it made my voice quiver. I missed them and the worrisome haunted me. It ate me inside out and made me question whether I was over analysing and dramatizing this situation. Were they at least okay? I wondered."They're on their way, Darling." Nadei gave a reassuring dimpled smile, his hands sneaking their way under my skirt as he lifted me onto his desk. The cold surface chilling my ass as he tiredly sighed, his warm hands on my upper thighs."We'll wait for them and then we'll talk, Da?" He laid his head on my lap and my fingers forthwith worked his corded neck muscles out.Nodding, "So tense." I giggled pressing a kiss on his stubbled cheek. He sighed but didn't say anything, instead, he buried his head into my tummy making my insides flutter in fondness. He and Nikolai had a habit of doing that."Nadei, can I ask you a question?" He hummed, "Anything."I
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