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“Eck. What are you doing here?” “Hi, Lukyan,” Mila said back, a fake sweetness in her tone. “It’s nice to see you too.” “I didn’t say it was nice to see you.”
“Ethan said she did have approval?” I frowned. “By who? You?” Lukyan reared back in shock. “As if I would ever approve that devil woman stepping foot on the property.” I rolled my eyes. He was such a damn drama queen sometimes.
You are now a part of a world that normal, everyday people never get to see into, probably don’t even know exists. It’s a world of violence. Blood. Death. It’s completely different to the one you know.
The Italian Mafia, the Triad and The Bratva. The Holy Trinity. Although we were anything but holy.
Nik was using his cautious voice, the kind of voice a zookeeper would use on a wild animal to try and keep them calm.
“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Aleksandr Grigoriy Volkov.” I huffed out a breath. “Don’t ‘middle name’ me, Illayana. I’m your older brother.”
Women were just as, if not more, dangerous than men.
Arturo’s eyes widened in a panic. He knew exactly what was about to go down. His gaze quickly swept across the dessert table. He picked up what looked like a chocolate cupcake. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close while he held the cupcake up to her lips. Illayana covered Arturo’s hand with her own, taking a bite as she continued to glare at Lukyan. Her husband slowly began to turn her away, his head lowered to her ear as he whispered something to her. She took hesitant steps as she allowed Arturo to lead her away, still scowling at Lukyan while taking small bites of
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I have it on good authority that she’s going to have a terrible accident very soon. One that’s going to kill her,”
“Aleksandr, I say this with all the love in the world, but you need to stop being such a fucking idiot.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. I didn’t fucking stutter.
Whoa, loved? I thought about it for a moment and then internally shrugged. Sounded about right.
“I love you so much it hurts. It physically hurts to be without you, to not see you. To not speak to you. To think of you gone. You’ve managed to burn yourself into my mind, my soul. Branded yourself in my heart. So, now you own it.”
