The bride should gleam in her husband's arm during their first dance. But neither of the brides were blushing or happy while dancing with their husbands.
Sila was still trying to accept the fact that she was married to an Italian, specifically the future Capo, Klaus Barbieri. While Rose was scared to death as her mind kept painting the images of the upcoming wedding night. Oh dear God! What if He was too… “Stop it!” Vladimir hissed coldly, Rose jumped, startled. “Wha..what?” She asked finally daring to look at him. “Whatever you are thinking. Stop it. You look as if you are dying!” Rose looked down. The marriage was not less than a death sentence to her. She sighed in relief when the song ended and her father took her over. While Vladimir was joined by her mother. Stephanie Barbieri’s face was void of any expression. “I beg you, please treat my daughter right. She is too innocent for this world.” Vladimir fixed his mother-in-law with a stern gaze. “I know how innocent she is, Mrs Barbieri. You do not have to tell me that. Also, Rose is my wife now so I suggest you do not interfere in our marriage,” He told her pointedly. Stephanie pinched her lips in a thin line and nodded at him. She forgot that mafia men were heartless creatures. They do not have heart to store feelings like love and compassion but only anger and grudges. The song ended and Stephanie parted from Vladimir who was about to go to his sister when a voice stopped him. “Dance with me!” Frowning deeply, Vladimir turned towards the sharp voice only to find Rose' younger sister Mia, standing in front of him in a beige colored dress. He squinted his eyes, “Is this an order, girl?” Mia shrugged. “Call it whatever you want. I want to dance with you.” She said offering her hand to him,“Brother-in-law.” Vladimir critically eyed her palm and she pointed her eyes to her hand. “Take it.” Silently, Vladimir accepted it and they started moving with the tunes of the new song. Despite his scary face, Mia fixed him with a death glare and tried to threaten him. “Dont hurt my sister, If you ever hurt her, I will kill you with my bare hands.” Vladimir's eyebrows rose up slightly as He eyed the girl almost half of his age, in amusement. The little sparrow was trying to scare the lion. “And what if I don't do it?” He asked in a low tone making Mia scowled. Didn’t she just warn him? “Then I will kill you,” She snapped and stepped her heel on one of Vladimir's shoes and pressed it to hurt him. But the man only chuckled at her futile action. If only she knew the extremes of pain He suffered. Her heels didn’t even feel like a needle to him. Mia let out a frustrated low grumble when she saw He was not getting affected by her stunt. “Just don't hurt her. She is worth more than you can ever be,” She flared her little nose. Vladimir rewarded deaf ears to her. The song ended and Vladimir left her. “Dance over.” Mia gave him a death glare. Oh she wanted to add another scar on his face but knew better than to create a scene. She went back to her mother who was standing with her cousin and aunt. Valentina Barbieri, Klaus’s sister, was glaring at Sila. She didn't like her marriage with her brother. Jessica was equally unhappy. “Because of your daughter, my son is stuck with a Russian girl!” Jessica snapped at Stephanie. “Rose is a curse to all of us, Mom,” Valentina said, adding fuel to the fire like always. Mia who was already bursting in anger burst on them before her mother could react. “And Rose is married to that barbaric man because of you!” She snapped at her selfish cousin Valentina whose eyes widened at Mia’s reply. “You…” Mia turned to her aunt ignoring Valentina. “And Klaus married that Russian girl because of you too. Don't blame us for it.” “I see your daughter has grown a sharp tongue!” Jessica scolded Stephanie but her daughter once again interrupted her. “Yes. I do, Aunt, so stop blaming my mother or anyone from my family when you guys are at fault!” Mia said, grabbing her mother's hand and going to Rose whose dance was finally over with her father-in-law. She looked as if she was on the death bed right now. “Did he say something?” Stephanie asked Rose about Boris Sokolov. Rose swallowed and shook her head. “Nothing except for advicing me to obey Vladimir to make this marriage work. And he expects a grandson soon.” Rose answered in a small dry voice. Stephanie seemed to gauge her daughter's anxiety. She placed her hand on her daughter's arm and gave it a soft squeeze. “Don't overthink about it, Rose. You have to win your husband's heart and trust. That's the only way to survive this marriage.” She inhaled sharply and added, “Submit to him willingly tonight and every upcoming night. It will be easy for you.” Rose’ heart clenched tightly in her chest at her mother's advice. Her father told her the same thing and now her mother. “Mom!” She paled. Stephanie patted her daughter’s arm. “You are lucky that Russians don't have the white sheet tradition. But I pity Sila in this regard.” She said before walking away from her. Mia didn't like that advice and pulled her sister's attention to herself. “I told you to runaway from here. Why did you come back. Now enjoy your wedding with that…that brute!” she snapped at her sister angrily. Rose blinked back the tears in her eyes. “He would have killed you all.” Mia fumed angrily. “No. I would have ended him before that,” Rose sighed. Her sister takes things too lightly sometimes. “Give me your hand,” Mia whispered making sure no one was looking at them. Rose frowned. “Why?” She asked but already extended her hand to her sister. “Because I want you to keep this,” Mia places the wedding gift she bought for her sister. Rose' eyes widened in horror seeing her gift. “Mia, it's...” “Yes. Keep it with you and if he tries to do something dirty you don't want. Use it.” Rose gasped. “Are you out of your mind? You want me to kill him.” “I know you can't do it so I won't advise it but make sure you show him that you are not a submissive bitch!” Mia taught her. Rose swallowed hard and somehow managed to hide it in her dress before the maid approached them to call her for the farewell. Nico hugged his daughter. To everyone else it looked like a father was feeling emotional but that was far from the truth. Rose hissed in pain when her father tightly held her arm and whispered threateningly, “Make sure you are pregnant within a month, Rose. And don't do anything stupid. Do as he says, make him trust you.” All the people were teaching her how to be a sacrificial lamb except her sister. But when she went to Klaus she couldn't help but cry. Yes, he was her cousin but their bond was no less than siblings. “I couldn't stop this marriage but I promise you Rose, you are safe.” Klaus kissed her forehead, assuring her. She nodded, for a moment her eyes went to Sila who was standing with her family. Boris was talking to her while Vladimir looked agitated about something they were discussing. “She seems like a good girl. Don't hurt her.” Klaus gave a firm squeeze to her hand but before he could speak Issac came there. “Brotha is calling you, it's time, let’s go.” he said but not before giving a death stare to Klaus who raised his eyebrows in question. Rose walked with him silently. As they approached, Vladimir's gaze narrowed, his eyes flicking between Isaac and Rose. "Is everything alright?" He asked, his deep voice low and stern. Isaac nodded curtly. "Yeah, everything's fine." Rose, however, looked pale, her eyes darting nervously between the two men. "Good," He said, his voice detached. "Let's get out of here. We have a long night ahead of us." They made their way to their waiting limousine. As they drove through the curved roads, leaving the city behind, Rose's anxiety grew with each passing mile. The thought of her getting alone with Vladimir, made her skin crawl. She glanced at her husband, his side profile filled with ugly art which matched his dark personality. He didn't seem to care about her presence in the car. “Any problem?” Vladimir asked without raising his eyes from his cell. She was about to shake her head but then remembered He expected words. “N..no.” “Then stop staring!” He whipped coldly, making her flinch. Rose immediately darted her eyes to the window, watching as the darkness outside seemed to grow thicker. She felt trapped, like an animal caught in a net. The car finally came to a stop in front of a massive iron gate. The gates swung open, revealing a sprawling villa. Vladimir stepped out of the car and offered Rose his hand. She blinked in surprise at his gentleman approach. Swallowing the thickness in her throat, she took his hand and a jolt of electricity ran through her veins when Vladimir closed his fingers around it. As they entered the villa, Rose's anxiety spiked. Had she been here in another circumstance, she would be awed by the lavish interior of the villa, the modern furnishings and artwork, but it all felt cold, soulless to her right now. Vladimir stopped in front of a black door. She visibly stiffened when He opened that door and they entered it. The furnishing, the interior, was beautiful but Rose was in a state of panic because her eyes were fixed on the bed dominating the center of the room. Rose's heart literally stopped when she heard the soft click of the door behind her. Her breathing turned short when Vladimir turned to her. The whole incident that happened last night flashed in her vision making her recoil in fear. No, She just couldn't give herself to this beast of a man, to this sinner. Her forehead broke into sweat as panic hugged her nerves. Vladimir merely took a step forward but she spun her head around and stepped backwards from him. An unknown strength came to her, "Don't come near me," Rose's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a desperate threat. "I…. I don’t want this. I don’t want….you!” The last word stuck on her tongue in low whisper because of fear but her husband heard it. For a moment, Vladimir paused, his void eyes darkened and He twitched his lips at her childish behaviour and denial. "You're my wife now, Rose," He said, his voice low and husky and He took off his blazer and threw it at the nearby couch. "You'll do as I say. You vowed to obey me in front of your family." His eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as He took a step closer. "No no, I don’t give consent to this. I'll scream, I'll fight. You'll never take me without a struggle." She frantically shook with a trembling voice, as she stepped back. Vladimir raised his brows. "Why? It's our wedding night. Don't you Italians have that white sheet tradition?” He said while opening the button of his white shirt. Rose’s complexion turned white at the reminder of that machiavellian tradition. “You are bound to produce my heir so let’s not delay it!” Her numb eyes followed the trail of his tanned skin as He stood before her half naked. No way in hell, she would let him fuck her, take her virginity or impregnate her at her twenty, “Come here, Babochka!” Vladimir beckoned her with his hand. Panicked, Rose’s eyes pricked with tears helplessly and darted around the room, searching for a way to escape but there was none. With a surge of adrenaline, she finally pulled out the secret weapon out of her dress pocket. “I said, don’t come near me!” She screamed and Vladimir halted seeing the sharp edge of a pocket knife being pointed at him by a trembling hand. Now for a lethal Mafia man like Vladimir Sokolov, that tiny thing was a laughable stock. Did she really think she could hurt him with this? He tilted his head and thoroughly observed his little wife’s flushed yet terrified features. Was she really that stupid or pretending to be courageous here? “Really, Babochka? You just hurt my pride. Would you attack me with this….plaything?” His amusing smirk made her snap out of her bravery and Rose blinked her eyes a few times in panic when He resumed walking near her. “STOP…” Rose didn’t know what had gotten into her as she screamed the next words which literally froze his feet as she put the knife on her neck and warned him. “I….will kill myself but would never let a freak sinner to touch me!”Sinner! Oh, isn’t that what He is! But why is it troubling to his little wife? Isn’t her own family filled with sins. Vladimir tilted his head in wonder. Rose was literally shivering in fear with that pocket knife on her neck irrespective of feigning bravery in front of him. She was terrified of him, He got that! But warning him with her own life, He realised how stupid of a wife He got for himself! It was the second day and second stunt she pulled over him. “Go on, Babochka! Let me see how proud Italian blood is!” His words were not less than a bitter taunt as He encouraged her with the wave of his hand but it startled Rose for a second. “Or Let me see how dramatic my little stupid wife can be!” He stepped further but Rose sensing He was provoking her, pressed the knife to her neck with faltered movement. “Look….I don’t want..” Vladimir moved with lightning speed and before she could even blink He swiftly snatched the knife out of her hand and flung it on the floor.
Klaus froze for a moment and pulled away from her. “Not a virgin!” He said with a slow disgust filled voice. His eyes blazed with sudden raw fury. His upper lip snarled. “Oh! so that’s the reason why you eagerly agreed to this marriage. He gave me a tainted good!” Klaus gritted looking at her like she was some plague. Sila clenched her jaw tightly. Even though she didn’t expect any good from him but the hateful words he was speaking broke her soul into shreds. “I told you the truth. I do not care what you think about it.”“Well you should!” He sneered, with his eyes narrowed. “You won't bleed if I fuck you. What’s the point behind it now? A ruined good you are.”She fumed at the insult. “You want these sheets tainted with my blood right?” She asked, nodding towards the neatly laid white silk bedsheet on the king sized bed. “Don't fret!” She nodded. “It will taint it with my blood,” she whispered and Klaus' eyes narrowed further when he watched her walk to the bed. But what she did
“The bedsheet you came to pick,” Sila answered without beating an eyelash. Jessica fumed. “You…” “Mom, You got what you came here for. Now leave. I need some privacy,” Klaus interrupted his mother and raked a hand on his face. Jessica blinked in surprise seeing her son disregarding her over this Russian girl. She pinched her lips and gave her son a curt nod. “Stephanie. Take the sheets off the bed,” she said, nodding at her. Stephanie’s eyes went to Sila who was standing there silently. She empathized with the girl and took off the bed sheet. The women left and Klaus turned to his wife with a sour look. “Get ready. Your father will be here for the white sheet tradition.” Sila blinked in surprise. “My father?” Klaus nodded. “Yes, Your father and your brothers.” Sila's insides curled at the news. “I do not want my father to see the sheets.” Klaus' eyebrows perked up. “Why?” He asked, taking a step forward, invading her personal space. “Is your father unaware of your
“Sila, what was it?” Boris asked tightly. “That…” “Do you want to leave Sila?” Isaac cut his father’s words. “I do not like these Italians and their filthy traditions!” “Isaac, quiet!” Vladimir ordered his younger brother. “But Brotha…” “Now!” Vladimir turned to him and whipped him with a cold stare leaving no option for argument. “Stay back!” Isaac took a step back and stood far away from them. Sila sighed and whispered. “He is a child.” “Then he must grow up!” Vladimir curtly said and fixed her with a questioning gaze. “What happened, tell me. Did he do something?” “Sila, how the sheets..” Boris asked and looked away from her. Sila knew how uncomfortable her father was right now. She knew how furious her brothers were right now. But they needed to know. “The sheets…” “...were fake Boris,” Klaus Barbeiri’s voice from behind turned their heads towards him. Vladimir's hazel eyes narrowed at his brother-in-law. Sila grabbed her brother's arm to calm him. She was well awa
“Rose. Do you have any idea what you have done, you fool!” Stephanie held her head in panic. If the Italian women came to know about this, they would mock her daughter for life. Jessica’s words of Rose being tainted buzzed in her ears. They would question her worth. And the Russians! Stephanie looked at Rose’s pale face but understood her turmoil. Vladimir's scarred face made him stand different among the people Rose was habitual of being around with. But Stephanie wouldn't allow her daughter to ruin her married life because of a few scars on her husband’s face. “Rose. My dear daughter,” she cupped Rose’s cheeks and brushed her tears away. “Darling, He is your husband. Your life will be ruined if he goes to other women for his needs. Don't spoil your life and status like this.” Rose sniffed and blinked at her mother. “But Mom, I can’t bear his closeness. He…” Stephanie nodded. “I know he is not good to look at. I know it's not easy to accept his closeness but you have to b
“How should a mafia’s wife act? What are her responsibilities in mafia marriage?” Rose asked Klaus whose face broke into a frown. “Why are you asking this!” He asked, confusingly. “Because I need to know from a man’s perspective!” Rose swiftly diverted his attention to a new topic. “Please tell me, you are a married man now, Klaus. What do you expect from your wife?” That attracted Klaus’s attention somehow as Sila’s fiery gaze flashed in his vision and he clenched his jaws. “A good wife should always be loyal and respectful to her husband, she should serve him, take care of his needs, and never raise her voice. And most importantly she should always obey him!” Rose blinked her eyes and looked down in thoughts. He talked the same thoughts as her mother taught her. So she should also obey her husband and give herself to him? Klaus narrowed his eyes seeing Rose’s contemplation over something. “Rose, did that ugly pakhan force you into something? Did he hurt you? Look, Rose, if you
“Don’t listen to our parents and stay on your grounds, Sis. If you submit to that man now, you will forever be his slave.” Rose looked at her sister who once again taught her how to rebel against her husband. The lunch went in awkward and thick silence and Mia dragged her aside to preach to her when she was about to leave with Vladimir. “I don’t know, Mia. I can’t fight him. Papa wants me to get pregnant with his child!” Rose exasperated, looking at Vladimir’s back who was engaged in conversation with Francesco and Boris. Mia scoffed. “Pregnant with that sinner’s child? Forget about this. Don’t sacrifice your dreams because of that man!” Mia nodded at her. “Don't forget your dreams are bigger than this bullshit!” “What are you two talking about?” Valentina asked, walking over to them. Mia rolled her eyes. “Not something you should be concerned about!” Valentine sharpened her gaze at her, “You are really getting on my nerves recently, kiddo!” Then she glanced at Rose up and down.
Rose cried in silence and touched his injured arm with shaking hands but she was shocked to find him with his unfazed features. He didn’t even hiss at the pain. “You…..you are bleeding!” She whispered with tears. But her husband's undivided attention was on his rivals. The car on the left side accelerated to block his front but Vladimir in return collided with it with a sharp hit resulting in it losing its balance. Second car hit on the back roughly and Rose jerked away from him and hit on her side with a force. A painful screech left her mouth when something hit her head. “Chert poberi! Bloody fuckers!” Vladimir’s knuckles turned white and He pounced on the car and crushed its right side badly before controlling his own steering wheel. He immediately unhooked Rose’s belt and pulled her back to him, this time holding her firmly. Rose was crying badly, her voice stuck in throat in terror and pain. She was literally trembling in fear. “Hold on, Babochka! Hold on me, tightl
“Sila,” Boris pulled his daughter into a tight hug when he noticed the color she was wearing. Maroon! The dark bold color she loved and used to wear but stopped because of the tragedy she went through in life.“You look beautiful in this dress my dear girl,” Boris complimented her.Sila’s insides clenched at the compliment, her emotions conflicted between horror and moving out of those horrors. “I don't know why I bought it. It's just…” she stammered a little as she suddenly got conscious about her dress. “You look like my Sila, today. That old carefree girl who used to smile alot and live the life beautifully,” Boris said in a thick tone as his emotions chocked him. “That old Sila is no more alive, Otets,” she let out through the clenched throat. Boris could only stare at his daughter hearing her disheartening words. She heaved out a heavy breath and shook her head slightly while changing the subject. “Where is Vlad?” “With his wife. The girl came here without informing him.”
The music buzzed through the crowded room. The soft lights flashing on the dance floor made it lively. However, among the revelry, one couple stood out. Vladimir and Rose. Others were enjoying the dancing and music, Vladimir was making sure his wife understands the consequences of crossing him.Rose forced herself to not let any painful expression come to her face. However, her husband’s bruising grip on her waist was making it hard for her to keep herself void of any expression. Gathering her courage, she gazed at him with teary eyes and begged him to not hurt her. However, her husband’s heart was made of stone. It wouldn't melt with a few tears or winces of pain. Rose' heart ached at his actions. She wanted to get away from him and go to someone who would treat her with respect, someone whose presence would calm her anxiety. Someone like Edward. Rose' eyes widened at the thought. Where did that come from? How could she even think like this about another man? She was married f
“Enjoying yourself, Babochka?” Rose's heart skipped a beat before she slowly raised her paled face, hearing the voice of her husband. The former fear and anxiety returned with full force. Inhaling sharply, she turned around and came face to face with her sinner of a husband, The Pakhan of Sokolov Bratva and the gaze He sent her way, chilled her spine right away on the seat. Vladimir’s eyes coldly stared at his wife's pale features. Her trembling lips and wide eyes spoke volume about her treachery. Every beautiful thing is a deception, He repeated the quote in his mind on a repeated loop. His wife’s proximity with Hunter Farrel’s son sparks fury inside his veins. “Rose? Who is he?” Edward asked, resting his hand on her elbow softly when he saw how Rose stiffened seeing the man who effortlessly snatched the attention of few people around them. Vladimir's eyes flashed like a thunderbolt when another man touched his property. He took a step forward to rip Hunter’s son’s hand o
Sila’s breath hitched in her throat as his firm arms wrapped around her upper body. Her heartbeat literally thudded in her ear and she was afraid he might hear it clearly. “Klaus, leave me!” She was relieved that she didn't stutter. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and collect her emotions. “As I told you you can't leave until I don't allow you?” He said, opening his eyes, his face calm and thick voice hoarse, left no room for discussion but Sila was Sila who loves to disobey him. “And who are you?” She demanded, “who are you to tell me this? First you jumped into my space and slept beside me and now ordering me around? What gave you the idea that I will follow your commands?”Klaus smiled. A charming smile which stirred her heart. He pulled her close, their faces apart from each other with only a mere inches. “I am your husband, Love. And I slept beside you because you were clutching my hand as if your life depended on it. So, I couldn't ignore my wife’s silent pl
“You are so fucking sexy, Sila. Like a nymph, like a goddess.” His hands snaked around her waist as he yanked her body up and his mouth latched into her navel with his tongue stroking it gently while hands caressing her naked body all over. Sila’s breath stuck in her throat. “You wouldn’t forget this night, Baby. I promise you!” Saying this he ripped her panty apart. A startled gasp left by Sila’s mouth as she thrashed on the bed, hyperventilating. Her hands aimlessly moved around, to find something which could provide her some solace, anything. “Please….” She murmured. “Please….no…” she whimpered with closed eyes until a cold hand clutched her hand and pulled her into something hard yet warm. “Shhh.. let it go. You are safe now, Cara!” Sila stiffened, when the coast yet strong voice sang near her ear and her body slowly relaxed in the warm proximity of her saviour. She felt like him pulling her out of the dark abyss of her torment slowly as she clutched into his hand tightly. “S
Kajio’s eyes locked on the Bratva Pakhan. For a moment, he was stunned to see him there, how the fuck they managed to invade his very private property about which nobody knew. But he controlled his emotions and grinned standing straight and presenting himself unfazed, as if he didn't give a damn about Vladimir Sokolov’s presence there. “I am surprised to see you here, Sinner,” Kajio grinned with his ugly yellow teeth, even though his eyes betrayed his confidence and showed a glimpse of unease which Vladimir read like an open book. “Did you come to meet me?”Instead, Vladimir briefly gazed at his men in the shaby warehouse. Eight! They were only eight. He took out a cigar from his cigar case, put it in his mouth and lit it using his lighter while gazing at his sideways. “You are failing miserably, Kajio.” He shook his head in disappointment. Kajio’s eyebrows curled together. “Failing at what?” He demanded, meeting Vladimir's eyes head on. The man was known for his cruelty but in fron
“Why?” Rose’s curiosity cum fear couldn't help her to stop there but enquire further, “What wrong did she do to him that he…..killed her!” she licked her lips equally scared imagining that gruesome death given by her husband to the poor woman. Even though rumor spread around him killing her over a small mistake but Rose was suspicious about the whole scenario. Only a psychopath monster could do that to his wife. “Nothing big! She only…” “Rose….” Rose flinched back with the high-pitched voice and her attention turned behind Dmitry’s figure. Valentina with her boyfriend, Edward, sprinted towards them. Dmitry voluntarily stepped aside. “We will talk later!” He said lowly. Rose instantly collected herself and straightened. “I almost thought you wouldn't come today!” Valentina said as she grabbed her hand. “Hello, Rose!” Edward smiled at Rose who returned it hesitantly. “Come, I have something to share with you and we are already late for class.” Seeing Valentina’s exciteme
“Brat?” Isaac's eyebrows curled together as he witnessed the brewing fury swirling in his brother’s eyes. “What do you want, Isaac?” Vladimir snapped as He took out a cigar from his cigar case and lit it while fixing his brother with a stern gaze. “You look furious.” Isaac mentioned, crossing his hands to his chest. “And smoking in the middle of the night. You only smoke in anger, especially at this moment in time.”“Isaac. Just fuck off. I am in no mood to chat.” Isaac wouldn't be Isaac if he accepted his brother's warning. “I think you should be with Rose, Brat. She might quell this….”“Shut the fuck up!” Vladimir bellowed at his brother, throwing the burning cigar on the floor and getting into his brother's face before pulling his collar. “Stop interfering in my fucking marriage. You, Otets and that little guest of ours. Why Everyone seem to be interested in my marriage? Go get a fucking life!” He jerked him away after lashing out. Little guest? Isaac's eyes narrowed further.
“Dinner is ready,” Rose said to her husband who was sitting on the sofa elegantly like a king. He was holding a glass of liquor in his right hand while his one leg was crossed over the other.The dim light of the room made it hard for Rose to detect her husband's mood. “Are you hungry, Babochka?” Vladimir’s velvety deep voice penetrated her ears and Rose’ heart skipped a beat. “I…n..no. I am not hungry, Pakhan,” she stammered nervously when Vladimir uncrossed his legs and sat straight. She thought He was about to walk to her and that thought peaked her anxiety. “Good. So you wouldn't have any problem sitting with me here for a while,” He asked, nodding and Rose shook her head. “Sit with you?” Rose blinked in surprise. Even though the room was dimly illuminated she could feel his gaze intensely fixed on her. “Any problem?” Vladimir’s stern tone erupted goosebumps to her whole body. “No.”“Then what are you waiting for? Come and sit with me.”Rose inhaled sharply as He spoke in a