All Chapters of The Russian Mafia’s Queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night was dark, the streets eerily quiet. Nicholas sat in his office, the usual hum of his world drowned out by the sharp edge of tension in the air. His mind was focused, sharp, but there was something off tonight. Something looming.A knock at the door broke his concentration.“Boss,” Clark’s voice was grim. “There’s been a problem.”Nicholas turned his chair slowly, his eyes narrowing. “What happened?”Clark stepped inside, holding a phone, his expression grim. “One of our men—he’s dead. Shot in the head. Point-blank.”Nicholas felt a cold chill wash over him. He had already guessed who was behind it. “Who did it?”“Alex Grey’s brother,” Clark said quietly. “He’s not going to let this slide.”Nicholas’s jaw tightened, his thoughts racing. Alex’s brother had been silent, biding his time. But the storm was coming, and now it had arrived.“I want him found,” Nicholas said, his voice hard. “Now.”__Meanwhile, Alex’s brother is in the shadows, pulling strings of his own.The man st

Chloe’s POV — The Next DayThe next day felt unusually long.And despite telling myself that everything was probably fine… seeing Nicholas walk through the café door with his men instantly shattered any false sense of peace I had built overnight.My relief vanished.My heart sank.There he was — effortlessly intimidating, dressed in black, surrounded by his usual gang of dangerous-looking men. But it wasn’t just their presence that unsettled me…it was the way Nicholas’s dark eyes immediately found mine.Locked. Unblinking. Watching.Swallowing down my nerves, I forced myself to walk over to their table. Professional. Calm. Unbothered.Even though every step I took towards them felt like walking into the lion’s den.“What can I get you all?” I managed, my voice steady — barely.They ordered like they always did, casual and relaxed like they didn’t have blood on their hands or danger trailing behind them like shadows. But Nicholas… he didn’t say a word.He just stared.His gaze burned i

Meanwhile, Isaac drives to meet the private investigator at the warehouse.The engine of Isaac’s car hums steadily as he weaves through the streets, the weight of the information he’s about to receive pressing heavily on his chest. The investigator had contacted him with crucial details—details that could change everything. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s about to hear, but he knows it’s tied to Chloe. The very same woman he knows is involved with Nicholas in a way no one truly understands.As Isaac nears the warehouse, his thoughts are clouded with anticipation and anger. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel, the urgency of the situation gnawing at him. This could be the breakthrough they’ve been waiting for—the key to everything they’ve been chasing.He parks in front of the warehouse, a dilapidated building on the edge of town that always looks deserted. No one notices anyone who comes or goes. Perfect.Isaac steps out of the car and heads toward the entrance, the crunch of

Chloe’s POVThe warm scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, the steady hum of the espresso machine a constant comfort in the otherwise quiet Chapters & Coffee. Chloe wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time, her mind wandering as she looked out the window. The rain had started pouring heavily, a dark blanket settling over the city. She liked it when it rained—there was something soothing about it, like the world slowed down just a bit.But today, she couldn’t shake the unease that had been gnawing at her all afternoon. It was as if something, or someone, was watching her. Every time the door opened, her heart would skip a beat, her head snapping toward it, only to find that it was another regular customer or passerby seeking shelter from the downpour. But the feeling lingered, a constant pressure on her chest.She forced herself to focus, arranging the pastries neatly in the display case. The gentle chime of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts, and she gl

Chloe’s POVThe quiet hum of her apartment felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just left behind at the coffee shop. Chloe sat on her couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring at the window as the rain continued its relentless assault on the city. She couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off.The news of Isaac’s death weighed heavily on her, pulling her into a spiral of guilt and confusion. She knew Isaac. He had been one of those familiar faces at the coffee shop, always smiling, always ready to crack a joke. He had been nothing but kind to her, even if their interactions were brief and casual. It didn’t make sense. He was a good guy, a guy who didn’t deserve to be taken like that.She rubbed her face with her hands, her thoughts a blur. How could this happen? Why him? And why had Nicholas come to her, looking so lost, so broken? His