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Misha raises an eyebrow, curious about the plan. “And how do you propose we achieve that?” he asks.“I have a plan to offer the Vincenzio brothers an irresistible deal,” I declare, crossing my hands on the desk. “I will propose that they distribute my designer cocaine in Chicago at a significantly reduced price for a few months. In return, we regain our drug territories. It’s a win-win situation - they’ll make millions, and so will we. Once we have reclaimed our territories and secured Velvet Handcuffs as a commercial property, I will raise the price of the cocaine and propose an alliance with them. The Outfit desires peace with the Bratva, and Bobby Vincenzio wants to stop watching his back all the time.”Tatyana enters my office without knocking, accompanied by Maxim Antonovich, Bogun Antonovich’s nephew. The sight of him, with his messy brown hair and casual attire, resembling a college student, doesn’t please me. It almost makes me laugh, but I know better than

Chapter 5  Nikolai Misha, Tatyana and I are sitting in my office at the compound discussing strategy.“We don’t need street-level drug dealers. With the abundance of universities, colleges, bars, and nightclubs in Chicago, we’ll focus on selling the weed in those environments. We’ll offer it at a more affordable price, making it an attractive alternative to legal dispensaries for the younger crowd,” I explain, leaning forward in my chair. Tatyana sits quietly beside Misha. Taking a sip of whiskey, I relish in the fiery sensation as it cascades down my throat. Placing the glass back on the table, I continue.“We need to approach this strategically,” I state.“I agree, Boss. We’ll position our men at these establishments to handle the distribution of weed, designer cocaine, and other drugs. Additionally, we can recruit new individuals through platforms like Instagram and by networking at clubs,” Misha elabora

Chapter 7  Adalina On the day we leave for Chicago, I find myself standing outside the front entrance of our building, waiting for our limousine. My mother and sister engage in lively conversation while my father remains engrossed in his cellphone. I’m adorned in a tight pink silk shirt, white jeans with intentional rips, and a pair of high heels. These shoes, however, make me uncomfortable. My feet ache, but my father insisted I wear them to make a favorable impression on my new husband.As I gaze at the brick townhouse that has been my haven for the past 18 years, a wave of emotion washes over me. I’ve always cherished the beautiful hardwood floors, which have borne witness to countless footsteps, and the lofty ceilings that imbue the rooms with a sense of openness and airiness. The kitchen has been the heart of our home, and I’ve spent numerous hours cooking meals on the expansive marble island, accompanied by conversatio

Nikolai Seducing a woman is easy for me. I am good looking enough that I don’t even have to kiss a woman to get her warmed up and ready. I can just look at her with my eyes half closed and her panties dampen and hit the floor.“Are you sure about this?” I ask, although I truly couldn’t care less. I’m merely attempting to maintain an illusion of chivalry.“Yes. I just want one night with a man of my choosing. One night for myself. One night of passion and freedom. Can you give me that, Nikolai?”“Yes, Adalina.”As I lead Adalina across the street towards the hotel, she hesitates for a moment, uncertainty gleaming in her eyes. I can sense her internal struggle between wanting to stay with me and wanting to leave. I wait patiently, observing her as she takes a deep breath and nods.No Alfonso tonight. His punishment will have to wait. Fucking his bride will have to serve as his punishment for now. Perhaps if I engage her

Chapter 10  Fucking Adalina? The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, and I felt Adalina’s body responding to mine in perfect harmony. For hours we explored each other, our bodies moved in perfect sync. The room filled with the sound of our breathing and our moans of pleasure.My anger flared when I noticed the bruise on Adalina’s beautiful face. Fuck! Why is her father handing her over to that bastard Alonzo? She deserves better.Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I’m plagued by thoughts of what could have been if I were a different man, and not a fucking sociopath. If Adalina were mine instead of Alfonso’s, would I have the capability to handle the responsibility that comes with being with someone like her? Or would I inevitably end up hurting her? Most likely.Adalina lies naked and vulnerable next to me, her eyes closing as she drifts off to sleep. I rise from the bed and retrieve my cellphone from my suit co