Sofia.
"- Sofia! Sofia wake up. I don't like this! Sissy wake up-- AH! NO. MAMA, HELP!" The shrill voice of my older brother, Aurelio mimicking Eddie from Stranger Things in his own way, didn't fail to wake me up or Nadei and Nikolai as they immediately shifted on the bed.Nial was out of sight for some reason.Brown eyes and Nikolai were the ones I was used to having with me in bed at this kind of time. We liked sleeping in. I stole a glance at my phone noting that it was almost eleven am confirming my doubts.But before I opened my mouth to voice my question, Lorenzo and Valentino's shouts resonated outside. Luca followed as he yelled in Italian. "Il secondo ti metterò le mani sul culo. Sei fottutamente morto!"(The second I'll get my hands on your ass. You're fucking dead!)I held back a laugh at their antics rubbing my eyes slowly. That wasn't the morning greeting I expected for sure but it was refreshing to wake up to. It onlySofia.At breakfast, I conversed with my mother deciding to spend the day together to which practically every one of the men agreed. The exception was Lio that was insisting on rewatching a bunch of nineties' movies and playing board games.I was tempted to agree but thought that spending quality time with Mama was what I truly needed.Iva nor Cami were around to have another girls' night, Gods, I really missed them. it would have been great to have them here so that we'd go to a spa with my mom and have some fun of our own since the men had their own business to deal with.Adding in how the testosterone levels in the room were making my head spin and my stomach roll as I tried to keep up with how energetic and lively my siblings were. It was a great but handful start of a day, to say the least."I'm starting to think that you're adopted. Papà, Mama are you sure he's your child?" The blue eyed, dark haired male, Renzo, tittered.
Sofia.It had been almost a week since we talked. A whole goddamn week of not talking to them made me feel like I was going crazy. Scratch that, I was on the brink of mania at this point.Restlessness and grimness stuck to me like an ugly dark shadow constantly hovering over and deflecting every happy thought I had into a million broken ones.The trio and I weren't on good terms. And with what you might ask? Well, I was going home. Temporarily, of course, but according to Nikolai and Nadei that wasn't happening because it was too dangerous. Nial didn't even bat an eye and left the second I agreed to go which hurt more than it should've and hasn't talked to me since.And when I said home, I meant Italy. Milan to be specific. My parents and brothers asked me to spend a few weeks with them to introduce me to the family and I was no idiot to refuse.My family meant everything to me, now.I wanted to learn more about them and as far as I could tell, they did too, want to get to know me a
Sofia.Lio, immediately, stood reaching a hand out for me to take. His eyes gleamed mischievously. "So, Dress up? It's a pretty fancy club and your SpongeBob PJs are probably- no. Definitely are against the dress code."Well, I thought that my pajamas were iconic because what the hell could ever go wrong with a classic long-sleeved, silky shirt with a yellow sponge that brought my inner child out. And let's not forget my amazing matching pants that were absolutely slaying.I eyed my pajama set with a frown. "What's wrong with what I have on? It's not like we're staying longer than we'll need to and a dress code? How fancy we talkin'?" my brows knitted in surprise. Nik and Vale sure went all in but to be honest I didn't expect any less from them. Valentino and Nikolai were the loudest, most extroverted duo I had ever seen.It was cute but so damn stressful when they acted like toddlers high on sugar."Mega fancy. So, Whaddya say?" Jazz hands in check with his killer smile, Aurelio twi
Author's POV.Her eyes landed on him. And Sofia, instantly, felt like absolute and utter shit. Guilt made her heart sink and tightened its clutches over her making her wish that the ground would swallow her whole and never let go. What a damn relief it would be. She thought to herself.Brown eyes looked like a mess. He felt like it too, a total mess. His chin in an unruly scruff, his eyes empty and tired. Mouth uplifted in a drunken smile as he saw her. Nial was the definition of a hollow shell in that exact moment.He downed the whole content of the glass in one gulp feeling the after burn of said alcoholic beverage trickle down his throat, not daring to break the eye contact as he clenched his teeth. "What the hell is she doing here?"Cerulean eyes met his angry jade ones and softened despite his harshly thrown question."Nikolai, please." Sofia kissed the blond haired man's cheek making his heart flutter but tighten his corded strong arms around her. "Just hear me out. All of you.
Author's POV."P-please," Sofia repeated, again and again. She hated how weak and overly sensitive she felt during the week before her menstrual cycle started again. Her hormones were over the roof making it difficult to not lash out or cry over any insignificant thing that remotely upset her.Nadei sighed in frustration. He fucked up and needed to make things right, starting with reciprocating her touch. Sofia deserved the world and he was letting himself get drawn into the dark, horrid abyss he called a past and letting his demons overtake his mind and ruin his future. His forever.So, he unclasped her arms from his waist hearing her sniffles intenstify. Don't cry, Moya lyubov', I'm not mad at you. I never was. He wanted to confess to her but felt his tongue twist in his mouth.Emotions tightened their grip around his heart and clogged his throat with their intensity. He couldn't even remember the last time he cried, sobbed and fell victim of the weight on his back. He was so tired
Sofia."Let me," Nadei pulled the zipper of awful akin to nothing of a dress I had on. Tingles of electric shockwaves drummed across my gooseflesh like skin, desperately clinging to his warmth. Tourmaline unexpectedly, backed away leaving me bare to their hungry eyes as I thought he'd touch me.Mumbling a 'thank you', I held in my breath and watched them undress, my eyes tracked the movement of their corded muscles as they flexed. Heat pooled in my core making me shiver with anticipation at the show they were putting on for me.Hard planes of muscles tightening as they moved, tawny but scarred skin shimmered under the dim lighting compelled me to lick my lips in hope of holding back the urge to hump the hard surface I sat on.Gods, shit, damn fuck. Closing my eyes momentarily. A forlorn sigh fell from my lips just as I felt a caress from a rough hand skate over my cheek. "It's okay, love. Relax," Nikolai cooed, "You'll like it.""Okay," I gulped, my parched throat coarser than sandp
Sofia.Nikolai set my arms free from the rope that withheld me. Sliding off the bed to plop on the leather couch and keep his distance away from Nial that had his still hard cock in hand, pumping himself lazily. The material of the studded choker slinked around my throat like it was fit to be there. A long leash is attached to it. "Krasivaya," Nikolai and Nial both sighed in unison. An almost permanent blush covered my cheeks at their words. (Beautiful)My attention averted to Nadei as he pulled me to my feet, his hand tightening on the leash and tugging me to the ground. "Kneel, now," his eyes seemed bottomless. Dark and enchantingly haunting, mesmerized me to my core.I dropped to my knees on his command, the effect of his powerful stature and voice doing things to me. To my racing mind and trembling body."Bend over for us, Angel." Nial coaxed. The two men hummed with satisfaction as I did as told, simultaneously bucking in their seats. Tourmaline guided me towards them. A loud s
Sofia."You know they can take care of themselves, right?" The gruff voice to my side stated as my eyes turned to his side, my aimless staring into the white wall of our living room coming to a halt. "I've known them since they were kids. They're more than capable of taking care of themselves and the ones around them."He read right through me. Shit, I was so damn transparent, so readable. Holding back a wince at my emotionally and mentally deteriorating state of mind, I slumped my head back in defeat knowing that my limited words spoke volumes of truth that I couldn't vocalize.The tightness of my chest made it all worse, "I know but still.""They.." I shook my head, my hand tucking the two loose strands behind my ear and removed the earbuds I had tried to distract myself with loud music. My keen attention on my father's figure sitting across from me. "I wish they just...came with.."I tried to limit speaking to them knowing that they a lot to do, so that I didn't distract them from t
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