BLURB Twelve years ago, Jeremiah Sokolov was betrayed and left to burn. Once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, now he rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one who betrayed him, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he had suffered. Now, vengeance drives him everyday into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Nina has no memories of her past or who she was. There was only one thing in her life she'll do anything to protect, even make a deal with the devil himself. But her carefully crafted world shatters when her past collides with her present and she's kidnàppèd to pay for the sins she didn’t remember committing. And now, she's surrounded by men who'll test her every boundary, break her at every point and take pleasure in her tears. Lachlan Reed has always been Jeremiah’s shadow—his enforcer, his lover, his most loyal weapon. Tasked with infiltrating Nina’s life, Lachlan expects to unearth the lies Jeremiah warned him about. Instead, he discovers a woman who isn’t the cold, manipulative traitor she’s painted to be. Strong yet broken, fragile yet resilient, Nina awakens something in him he can’t suppress. Torn between protecting her and his loyalty to Jeremiah, he's in an impossible position, knowing his devotion to them both might destroy him. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings
View MoreLACHLANHer confusion was laced with something warmer. I opened the door and got out, holding out my hand for her. My little kitten hesitated for a moment before slipping hers into mine. The warmth of her fingers against my palm sent a thrill through me, and I tightened my grip just enough to let her know she wasn’t going anywhere.As we made our way to the entrance, she glanced around, brows furrowing. “This place looks—” she hesitated, her throat working as she stared at the name on the entrance. “—expensive.”“It is.” She turned to me, lips parting. “Lachlan—”I arched a brow. “What?”She shook her head, looking almost uncomfortable. “I just wasn’t expecting—”“Something like this?” I finished for her. “Do I look like someone who’ll take you to some back alley dive bar, Piccola micetta?”Her cheeks flushed, and she gave me a look. “No. I just—” she gestured to the building, struggling for words. “Save the words. We have a whole night ahead of us.”As we stepped inside, the entire
NINA I fidgeted with the hem of my sleeve, my nerves threatening to get the best of me as I waited for him. The diner was quieter at this hour, just the faint hum of the radio and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen filling the silence. My fingers curled around the damp rag I had been using to wipe the counter, but my attention remained on the entrance. Waiting for him. And, I didn’t think I’d be able to hold on to my impulsive idea anymore longer if he didn’t walk in just then. As if privy to my thoughts, he walked in. As always, he moved with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders cutting through the space like he owned it. His presence shifted the air in the room, drawing my attention as if pulled by a magnet. I looked at the clock. It was still ten minutes to midnight. He was early. I swallowed, pushing past the butterflies in my stomach as I forced myself to step forward. Just do it, Nina. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, the same inexplicable pull I’d felt
NINAA shiver ran down my spine as I stirred awake, the tendrils of a dream—or maybe it was a nightmare—clinging to my skin like a phantom’s touch. My body felt heavy, my mind disoriented as I tried to sit up, but my sluggish limbs felt weighed down. Even as I blinked, my eyes were blurry and a single tear escaped, a manifestation of the dream I was having.I swallowed, my throat dry, my head heavy from all the drinking I did yesterday. But it felt more from the dream, no, not a dream— it couldn’t be a dream but a nightmare. Faint tremors worked their way through me as I sat up and realised that I was naked. The towel had come undone at some point in the night and the blanket was pooled around my legs in a careless heap. I must have shifted in my sleep, I reasoned. And yet as I sat up, instead of feeling cold, I could feel the warmth coursing through me from the sensation that cling to me like fingers had caressed my soft flesh and kept me warm unlike what the nightmare was about.My
LACHLAN“I am not asking you to fuck her. Touch her. I want to see what belongs to me.”A second passed.Two.Three.There was a shift in the air like my surroundings knew of my surrender to his twisted demands even before me. The weight of it pressed on me like a storm. And as if he too was aware of my decision, Jeremiah’s voice cut through the silence in my ear, hard and cold. “Touch her.”I stood there and wondered what was worse: that I’ve become used to his cold demands or that I look for any chance to prove to him how obedient and loyal I was to him. I have followed Jeremiah’s orders for years. It’s been the foundation of my life, and in the past, I’d never hesitated. But now, standing here in front of Nina, I seemed to hesitate to blindly obey him. Because now he wasn’t the only one who has a hold on me. She has it too, however gentle and fragile it was.The bedroom was silent, my footsteps whispering as I rounded the bed to her side. Even though it was just me in the room wit
LACHLANSHE stepped out of the car in front of a building where she didn’t live. But what I’d gathered from her conversation with Riley in the restaurant was that she was deliberately lying to her friend and not telling her that she’d changed apartments and now lived in a run down place where I won’t even put my non existent pet. She stood at the pavement, waved at her friend and waited there until the car disappeared down the road with her friend and her two boyfriends— one of which had allowed me to enter an exclusive club so I could keep an eye on her.Now as she walked, swaying on her feet with every step as she made her way to her own apartment which was two blocks away, I followed after her. She didn’t even bother looking over her shoulder. She didn’t think anyone would waste their time following a woman like her.She was wrong. And it fûcking irked me that even when she thought she had a stalker she was roaming around the streets, drunk out of her mind, without any protection
Riley and I ended up talking about everything and nothing at all. She told me about Erica, the small woman I’d seen with Antonio: his wife. Like me Erica was also Riley’s best friend, she was the prime cheerleader for their relationship and I was glad that Riley had someone else other than me in her corner. And unlike me Erica wasn’t too lost in her past to not be there for her when she needed her. But as much as I was scared of the world they were associated with, I knew if it wasn’t for Antonio I won’t be sitting here with my friend without worrying about my son’s health and safety.The thought of my little baby had my heart clenching in my chest and I focused back on Riley as she regaled me with her new life that she’d started with her boyfriends: Leo and Ephraim. And as she looked at them with stars in her eyes and love that was nakedly visible on her face, it sent a sharp pang through my heart.And, not for the first time, I wondered what it’d be like to be loved like that? With
NINAAS I boarded the bus for the city, I cringed at seeing how full it was. The men were standing in the aisle, chest to chest, not leaving a space to take a step in. I almost turned around to leave and wait for the second bus but then another presence behind me stopped me from doing so and then I heard the doors to the bus closed shut, taking away my chance to get down.Now with a heavy presence behind me, so close, that I was unable to turn around and men staring at me from everywhere, I was feeling trapped and uncomfortable. Looking down to avoid their stares, I stood as still as possible. But then a few seconds later, the men shifted in front of me. There stance changing, and suddenly there was quite a space for me to walk further if I wanted to. I didn’t, not until, a thick accented whisper came into my ear. “Move.”I scrambled forward, and then a hand shot past me and grabbed the man sitting on the seat on my left. The unsuspecting man was wrenched out of his seat and a gentle
NINATHE darkness suffocated me. My chest felt tight, my breath came in shallow gasps as I slid down the door, the cold floor grounding me. But nothing numbed the sting of humiliation, the burn of my father’s slap in front of his men. It wasn’t like it had happened the first time but it was more to the fact that now it was normal, like no one reacts or interrupts. No one questions why a father was so loose with his hands when it comes to his eldest daughter.It hurt. God, it hurt so bad.Not the physical pain—I was used to that. It was the knowing that destroyed me. To know that this was my life. The helplessness of being trapped in this life with no way out. Unless I took my own. But I can’t, can I?A shift in the air made my skin prickle. My breath caught as I felt another presence in the room beside mine. And, I knew I wasn’t alone.I felt him.I had only met him once, caught glimpses of him lingering in the shadows with my father’s men. I doubted they even knew an imposter walked
LACHLANSHE didn’t see me watching her. She never does, unless I step out into the light and make myself visible. She thinks she has a stalker but she hasn't done anything about it. She either thinks she could handle it on her own or she just doesn't care. The latter one bothers me. It had been almost too easy—her routine predictable, her life stripped down to the essentials. Half a day at Antonio’s hotel, and then the other half into the late nights at the diner. She was always moving, always working. Always running, though I doubted she even realized it.I knew she feels me watching her, but I am too good at hiding. She never sees me unless I want her to. And the only time I allowed her to look at me was when I stepped into that diner around midnight. Tonight was no different—I watched her without hiding and caught her sneaking glances at me. I’m not blind to how I look or how women perceive me, but seeing the spark of attraction in her dual-colored eyes hit differently. She was a
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