Vincenzo Dante Volkov;It’s been a week since I moved back into the family house. While I appreciated Mum’s cooking, Father’s constant cold shoulder made me feel like a stranger in my own home.Now, I’m seated in my office, watching the news about De Stefano's Empire. Just as I predicted, the company is spiraling. Shareholders are pulling out, protests are mounting, and the business is on its last legs.Releasing the brothers’ crime report was the final blow—a calculated move to bury them. Now, they’re rotting in prison. Once upon a time, they thought they could compete with me, that I was just another low-level Mafia player.Fools.I built this empire, brick by brick, with blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. No one—no one—is going to tear it apart.“As expected, their company metrics are plummeting,” Christopher said, pouring me a glass of whiskey.“As they should,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “And that rat…what’s his name again?”“Desmond.”“Ah, yes. Handle him. Howev
Last Updated : 2024-12-05
Her gasp melted into my mouth as I kissed her hard, devouring her like I couldn’t get enough. My hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer. She arched into me, her nails dragging down my back as a low growl rumbled in my chest. “Vee,” she whispered, her voice breathless and needy, as I trailed my lips down her neck. I nipped at her skin, leaving marks that claimed her as mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging lightly as she gasped again, her body shivering beneath me. “You want to tease me?” I murmured, my voice rough as my hand slid between her legs. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you.” Her dress was already bunched around her waist, and I yanked it over her head, leaving her bare except for the thin lace of her panties. My fingers hooked around the fabric, and in one sharp tug, it was gone. She let out a soft cry, her hips bucking toward me as I pressed my fingers against her heat. She was already soaked, her body trembling as I t
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Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I sat in my car, observing the chaos outside De Stefano's Empire. Reporters swarmed like vultures, capturing every second of the protest, while angry chants filled the air.To think this company once thrived, meeting society's needs with precision and innovation. But greed and arrogance brought them here. De Stefano thought he could eliminate me—a so-called “low-level gang member.” The fool underestimated me, and now, his empire crumbles.“Give us our money back!”“Give us our daughters back!”The protesters were relentless, hurling rotten tomatoes and eggs at the security guards and police who struggled to maintain order. Employees—those who hadn’t already abandoned ship—stood at the gates, apologizing profusely to the raging crowd, hoping to calm them.Pathetic.I decided it was time to spice things up.Pulling the door handle, I stepped out of the car, buttoning my blazer as I strode toward the gates. My presence was immediate; the crowd quieted slightly, the
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Vincenzo Dante Volkov: The warm glow of the setting sun painted my office in shades of gold and orange, but I barely noticed it. My focus was on the reports in front of me—progress updates on the empire I had worked so hard to build.The door opened suddenly, and Christopher walked in. He didn’t knock, didn’t ask for permission, which meant only one thing: something important. He dropped a folder on my desk, his face pale but tight with anger.“You need to see this,” he said, his voice clipped.I glanced at him, then at the folder. Slowly, I leaned forward, flipping it open.The first few pages caught my attention immediately—photos of me. Taken from a distance, entering and leaving meetings, driving through familiar streets. Maps followed, my regular routes marked in thick red lines.“They’ve been following me,” I said flatly, my voice calm even though my chest tightened.Christopher nodded. “For months. But it gets worse.”He reached over, pulling out a few more papers. These were
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Victoria WashingtonHe wasn't coming.I could feel it in my bones. The hour was late, the candles on the table had burned down to nothing but stubs. My phone was still dead silent. The waitress's eyes lingered on me too long, giving me that sympathetic look, the one reserved for the pathetic girl who had been sitting alone for hours waiting. My fingers hovered over my phone, the screen still blank. No calls, no texts. Nothing.Today of all days—my birthday.I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from sitting too long, my heart heavier with each second that passed. I had dressed up for him. For us. Now I looked like a fool.I stepped out of the restaurant, the air biting against my skin like ice. I couldn’t cry, not here. Not in public. But the tears were close. Too close.Maybe something happened to him. Maybe there’s an explanation.Maybe…I swallowed the lies I was feeding myself, my mind too exhausted to believe them. I just wanted to go home. Sleep. Forget this night ever happened.But
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"You can't do that!" I glared at my father, my heart filled with anger. After everything I explained to him, he still chose to side with his precious biological daughter, Marianne. "Why? Why did you even adopt me if you were going to treat me like this?" I shouted, tears streaming down my face."Victoria, you're doing this for the family. Think of it as paying back for all the food, the credit cards, the house—everything we've given you," my father said, his voice cold and indifferent. I gasped in disbelief."Payback? Is that all I am to you? A debt you need to settle? Fine, I'm just an orphan you brought in to clear your conscience. But what about Clifton and Marianne? How long has this been going on? They're getting married tomorrow, and no one—no one told me!""Were you blind?" My mother's voice cut through, and I turned to face her. She was dressed in a sleek red gown, her hair styled perfectly, as if none of this chaos affected her. "How pathetic were you to think Clinton would s
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"Keep a straight face and smile, Victoria!" Mother glared at me as I stepped out of the car.We had been on the road for the past hour before arriving at St. Louis Catholic Church, the largest church in Russia. There was something powerful about it."Yes, Ma'am," I replied, walking inside while some maids helped with my gown. Since it was a small family wedding, I didn’t expect many people—just the Washingtons and the Volkovs.As soon as the big doors opened, my heart started racing like it would jump out of my chest. I was trembling with fear, each step feeling heavy and forced.To my right, I noticed men in black suits. They looked dangerous, and something told me I shouldn’t cross them.The church's grand interior was dimly lit, with soft light shining through the stained glass, casting shadows on the pews. I could feel my pulse in my throat, and my breathing became uneven as I kept moving forward.The Washingtons and Volkovs sat on either side of the aisle, their faces unreadable.
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VINCENZO VOLKOV ;"Enough of this!" I shouted, pacing back and forth in my father’s office. The one thing I hate about the Volkov family is how they expect you to follow their footsteps, even if you don’t fit."Calm down, Vee," my twin brother Lorenzo said, and I scoffed, running my hands through my hair."Do you have no respect for me? Your father!" Don Roberto, my father, yelled, but I smirked, knowing I had no love left for him after what he did. He made me let go of the only person I ever loved."What is going on here? Have you lost your mind? Tell me!" My older brother, the one I sometimes wished I was as tough as, demanded. He was the perfect son, always following the family rules. My father pretended not to play favorites, but Nikolai always got 70% of everything, including the most powerful mafia organization, the Bravata."Tell him, Don! I don’t want any of this!" I said, frustration boiling inside me. Why couldn’t they just let me be? Why must I follow in their footsteps?"D
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Vincenzo Dante Volkov: The warm glow of the setting sun painted my office in shades of gold and orange, but I barely noticed it. My focus was on the reports in front of me—progress updates on the empire I had worked so hard to build.The door opened suddenly, and Christopher walked in. He didn’t knock, didn’t ask for permission, which meant only one thing: something important. He dropped a folder on my desk, his face pale but tight with anger.“You need to see this,” he said, his voice clipped.I glanced at him, then at the folder. Slowly, I leaned forward, flipping it open.The first few pages caught my attention immediately—photos of me. Taken from a distance, entering and leaving meetings, driving through familiar streets. Maps followed, my regular routes marked in thick red lines.“They’ve been following me,” I said flatly, my voice calm even though my chest tightened.Christopher nodded. “For months. But it gets worse.”He reached over, pulling out a few more papers. These were
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I sat in my car, observing the chaos outside De Stefano's Empire. Reporters swarmed like vultures, capturing every second of the protest, while angry chants filled the air.To think this company once thrived, meeting society's needs with precision and innovation. But greed and arrogance brought them here. De Stefano thought he could eliminate me—a so-called “low-level gang member.” The fool underestimated me, and now, his empire crumbles.“Give us our money back!”“Give us our daughters back!”The protesters were relentless, hurling rotten tomatoes and eggs at the security guards and police who struggled to maintain order. Employees—those who hadn’t already abandoned ship—stood at the gates, apologizing profusely to the raging crowd, hoping to calm them.Pathetic.I decided it was time to spice things up.Pulling the door handle, I stepped out of the car, buttoning my blazer as I strode toward the gates. My presence was immediate; the crowd quieted slightly, the
Her gasp melted into my mouth as I kissed her hard, devouring her like I couldn’t get enough. My hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer. She arched into me, her nails dragging down my back as a low growl rumbled in my chest. “Vee,” she whispered, her voice breathless and needy, as I trailed my lips down her neck. I nipped at her skin, leaving marks that claimed her as mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging lightly as she gasped again, her body shivering beneath me. “You want to tease me?” I murmured, my voice rough as my hand slid between her legs. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you.” Her dress was already bunched around her waist, and I yanked it over her head, leaving her bare except for the thin lace of her panties. My fingers hooked around the fabric, and in one sharp tug, it was gone. She let out a soft cry, her hips bucking toward me as I pressed my fingers against her heat. She was already soaked, her body trembling as I t
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;It’s been a week since I moved back into the family house. While I appreciated Mum’s cooking, Father’s constant cold shoulder made me feel like a stranger in my own home.Now, I’m seated in my office, watching the news about De Stefano's Empire. Just as I predicted, the company is spiraling. Shareholders are pulling out, protests are mounting, and the business is on its last legs.Releasing the brothers’ crime report was the final blow—a calculated move to bury them. Now, they’re rotting in prison. Once upon a time, they thought they could compete with me, that I was just another low-level Mafia player.Fools.I built this empire, brick by brick, with blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. No one—no one—is going to tear it apart.“As expected, their company metrics are plummeting,” Christopher said, pouring me a glass of whiskey.“As they should,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “And that rat…what’s his name again?”“Desmond.”“Ah, yes. Handle him. Howev
Victoria Bella Washington; “Are you alright, babe?” I asked, pouring him a glass of orange juice. “Didn’t know Mafia men were prone to tears…” He scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, please... I’m still human, you know.” He took a sip, clearly trying to regain his composure. Curious, I leaned in. “What’s the family tattoo like?” He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Nothing special... Just a few random words and designs. It’s got no real meaning.” “Liar,” I teased, but before he could protest, Cassandra appeared, stepping onto the balcony with a graceful air. “What a view…” she murmured, gazing down at the city below. “The Volkov family tattoo is legendary. Many would kill to be marked by it.” She turned to me, her grip gentle as she took my hands in hers. “You have a beautiful soul, Victoria. And you’re more than welcome to join this family. Now, let’s get you your tattoo.” "Be careful, honey," Vincenzo warned as we left,
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;I had every intention of skipping dinner, and I told my mother as much. But, as usual, her tears and dramatic pleas were impossible to ignore. Somehow, she even managed to drag Little Mouse into it, who gently insisted we should go.And now, here I am, sitting amidst the Volkovs, feeling like an outsider in my own family. My gaze drifted to my father, his expression unreadable as he silently worked through his plate.“Vince, aren’t you eating? I spent hours cooking this meal for everyone,” my mother said softly, her hand squeezing my shoulder.I glanced at her, expecting my father to speak—maybe a snide remark, a glare, anything to remind me of my unwelcome presence. Instead, he remained silent.“Thank you, Ma,” I replied with a forced smile. She leaned in to kiss my cheek before taking her seat again.“How’s your company doing, Vince? I’ve been hearing a lot about Prime Estates lately,” Lorenzo piped up, his tone light but probing.Before I could respond, my mo
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Woah… This is a total mess. How do you plan all this?” Little Mouse questioned, climbing onto my lap. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.“Easy, sweetheart. Just get to know them, their weak points… straight. Why do you ask? Want to be a Donna? A little Mafia queen?” I teased.She laughed, sliding off my lap and sitting on the couch, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.“Would it be wrong? I mean, there isn’t much Donna in Russia, you know.”I raised an eyebrow. “Is this a joke, or are you serious? Women never take these things seriously…”“Ah, come on, Vee. Women are the best at this kind of thing. We don’t need to act like you people,” she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, she shifted, leaning forward slightly. “So, who are the ones in the game? The real players?”I let out a short breath, thinking about how much I should reveal.“You know my elder brother, Nikolai? His one was a pretty damn good Donna. Had a reputation for silencing
Vincenzo Dante Volkov;The sleek black car rolled into De Stefano’s Empire, the hum of the engine cutting through the air like a blade. As we approached the main entrance, my driver guided us into the exclusive parking area, where only those who mattered dared to leave their vehicles.I leaned back, my lips curling into a smirk. This building, this empire they clung to so desperately, was about to crumble. Their arrogance would soon be replaced by chaos, and I couldn’t wait to be the one to light the match.The driver stepped out first, walking around to open my door. I emerged, adjusting my jacket as my polished shoes hit the pavement. The sun gleamed off my suit, the kind of sharp tailoring that made people stop and stare.Beside me, Little Mouse stepped out quietly. She didn’t need to say anything—her calm presence said enough.Whispers filled the air like electricity.“Wait… is that—?”“No way. That’s Vincenzo Volkov!”The murmurs grew louder as faces appeared at windows and doors
BRIAN DE STEFANO;My brother and I had a simple philosophy: we got what we wanted, no matter the cost. Whether it was eliminating obstacles or buying our way into power, we didn’t play by the rules. My current obsession? Vincenzo Volkov. He’s cocky, self-assured, and walks around like he’s untouchable. But he has no idea what’s coming for him—fast, ruthless, and devastating.Friday nights were sacred—Before Club nights. It wasn’t your average hangout. Only the elite, the dangerous, and the connected could step foot inside. Membership required more than wealth or power; it demanded a golden card, an exclusive badge of loyalty. My best friend, Desmond Troy, finally earned his. We’d been brothers in arms for over two decades. Desmond was rich, infamous in the corporate world, and, on the surface, the cool-headed owner of a top modeling agency. But beneath the facade? A ruthless, cold-blooded monster who thrived on chaos.Desmond was the kind of man who should’ve been locked up, guarded b