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 MoreNINA“Can you touch me?”He stopped, his hand stopping just on the inside of my knee. “Where do you want me to touch you, kotyonok?” When I remained quiet, now nervous more than ever, he said, “Say it. Ask me anything and I’ll give it to you.”“T-touch me… between my legs.” I could feel my cheeks flushing pink at my own words. What was I doing? I have no idea.“What am I touching between your legs, Nina? Be specific.”I wanted to glare at him but it felt like it’d take too much of my energy. Instead I answered him, “My pussy.”There was a soft smile on his lips before he stood up and tugged his shoes off, he must’ve gotten rid of his suit jacket during my escape or afterwards. And as I thought about my escape, my mind wandered off to the attack that had happened. My eyes on their own accord looked all over him, wondering if he had gotten hurt but I didn't see anything. And something inside me, that had clenched in what seemed like worry began to settle.And then, there was nothing to
NINA Lachlan disappeared into the adjoining bathroom without a word, and I heard the distant sound of water running. After a few seconds I realised he was filling up the bathtub for me.I’d have walked there instead of waiting on the bed but the pain in the soles of my feet made me reluctant to do so. And as I finally took a look at my feet, I realised what a mess I had made of them in my attempt to escape. The adrenaline and fear had made me ignore the pain but at the sight of my bruised, scratched and wounded feet with debris and whatnot sticking and cuts on my feet that had dried blood around, the pain slammed into me like a force that brought tears to my eyes. No wonder the monster had taken pity on me, if he was even capable of that, and instead of making me walk to the car, he had actually lifted me in his arms.And somehow those arms had felt like a comfort in my state. Thankfully, Lachlan came out just then
NINAAs soon as we cleared the tree line and Jeremiah stepped on the cold asphalt, I saw cars lined up on the road. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide, feeling ashamed for reasons that weren’t right as I saw the men standing in a line, making a passage for their king to walk. It made me guilty that there was a teeny tiny part of me that was ashamed for running away. I understood my regret and guilt over being caught and for being responsible for everything that seemed to be unraveling now, but I didn’t understand why there was a spark of guilt inside me for making my escape in the first place. And why in the hell, did I wanted to hide myself in the man who was the reason I was this mess.Jeremiah didn’t stop to put me down as he stalked toward the waiting car in which we’d gone to the party- the same party that felt like it was days or weeks ago instead of just mere hours.Before we reached it, Lachlan stepped out. His green eyes taking me in and then looked at Jeremiah
NINA “J-Jeremiah…”He took a step closer and even though there were still at least eight to ten feet between us, fear slithered down my spine like icy fingers. Every cell in my body screamed at me to run and when I took a step back, he paused. His head tilting in a way that seemed too familiar. I swallowed.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The cold fury radiating off his body was enough to choke me. I had felt anger before, I had seen rage… but nothing compared to the storm in his eyes as they burned into mine.“You want to run, wife?” He said, his silver eyes dropping to my feet and his lips curled in a snarl. “Run. Run like hell, and when I catch you I will make you regret you ever tried.”Then he moved.And I didn’t think. I didn’t wait. It was like a primal urge, an instinct telling me to run from him, to let him chase me even when a very logical, sane part of me knew that he’ll catch me and there was no other option for me except to be captured by him.But still I ran.The
JEREMIAH She. Fucking. Ran.My deceitful little wife thought she could leave me. That she could slip away into the night like a whisper and disappear. Like I wouldn’t find her. Like I wouldn’t drag her back. Like I wouldn’t make her pay.I gripped the steering wheel so hard it creaked beneath my fingers. The world outside was a blur, but my mind was crystal fucking clear with everything I needed to do. I was going fucking easy on her. But now… I am going to show her what a real monster looks like.I looked at my phone. She wasn’t far. She was moving near the tree line, apparently thinking she’ll be safe in those trees. She should’ve learned her lesson by now. She will never be safe from me, and especially in the trees that felt more like a home to a predator like me, where I have hunted her not once but so many times now I could find her with my eyes closed. A notification on my screen had rage flooding my system a
Flashback #3JEREMIAH I stepped into her room without a sound, the room was cloaked in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn shut, but a sliver of moonlight spilled through the gaps, casting silvery bars across the carpet.She didn’t look up at first. Just sat there- small and still, like she was trying to disappear. She was lost in her pain, not caring about the world around her. But she proved me wrong when I took a step in her direction and her head jerked up, her shoulders stiffened. “Who is it?” she asked, voice hollow, frayed at the edges.When I didn’t answer, she pushed herself up on her unsteady legs. “Is that you?”Not who are you?Not what do you want?Just… is that you?Like she already knew. Like she was waiting for me.I almost smiled.She pushed forward, almost staggering toward the window, where I stood half shrouded in shadow. When she saw me, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream or back away like a scared little girl, oppressed by her father and the world she lived in
LACHLAN The air still smelled of gunpowder and blood. The Yakuza’s signature chaos had left its mark— burned cars, bodies littering the streets outside, and the metallic scent of violence hanging thick in the night. The attack had been precise, but not devastating. It was more like a warning. A message. They wanted to shake the very foundation of Sokolov’s reign, but all they managed to do was piss us off and made our men bloodthirsty for revenge for the death of their comrades and the general display of disrespect the Yakuza showed. They attacked us when their were women of the families present, something we take pride in by not stooping so low.I left Jeremiah and Kayne talking to our men, as they gave orders to clear out the building, make sure everyone was safe and back in their homes while Xavier had already ran off to capture whoever was left behind from the Yakuzas to take them for interrogation. I made my way back inside the room where the chairs lay upended, the floor was
NINAChaos erupted before I could even process what was happening.The sharp thumps of bullets hitting the windows has my stomach curdled with fear. And unknowingly, I stepped even closer to Jeremiah, somehow finding his solid presence protective with the danger looming around us. “Lachlan!” I looked up to find Lachlan making his way to the door, pushing the guards aside. He stopped at Jeremiah’s voice and looked back at us. He said, “I’ll check out what it is.”“No,” Jeremiah growled, his chest vibrating. “You are not stepping out of the room, the guards are here to do their duty.”I could hear the screams and rush of footsteps from somewhere in the building, as I watched both the men staring at each other. I realised that Jeremiah was stopping Lachlan from putting himself in danger. And Lachlan looked ready to argue, but then Jeremiah said, “Take her.”Lachlan stepped toward us, his jaw clenched. But before I could’ve grabbed his outstretched hand a loud boom echoed and his face
NINAI didn’t know where I was.Slowly, I lost all sense of my reality. The room started to fade, swallowed by an endless white void. My body was there, kneeling in that room while men sat in their chairs, but my mind had drifted elsewhere— into that familiar nothingness, where time didn’t exist and neither did pain. The world outside was muted, unreachable, and I was floating, weightless and empty.It was cold.Like being trapped in a vast expanse of ice, except the frost wasn’t around me— it was inside, spreading from the center of my chest, seeping into my veins, wrapping itself around my bones like poisoned ivy. My limbs felt heavy, unmovable, as if I had turned into a lifeless porcelain doll, set aside and forgotten.I knew this state.I had lived in it before, survived it before. It was my mind’s refuge, its way of protecting me when everything became too much— when the weight of my reality crushed down on me until I couldn’t breathe and instead of fighting it, my mind chooses
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