RUSLAN'S POV
Even before I became the Bratva, after my father's retirement, showing off or flashy parties has unfortunately not been my thing. I hate so much attention. It gives way for jealousy, hatred and the need to kill. But, Igor, my father, never listened to any of my warnings against flashy parties, because at that very moment, he was throwing a month wedding anniversary with Ivory. Who the hell celebrates a month's wedding anniversary? Well, Igor did. He went against my warnings which needed to be heed, even if he was the one in control before me. He was no longer in control, I am. “Don't tell me Dad is throwing a month's wedding anniversary?” Lara whispered into my ear, her arm locked in mine as we made our way down the hall inside the clan, where the so-called wedding anniversary was taking place. “What do you think? Of course, he is throwing a fucking party.” I was mad, and at the verge of bursting. It was taking the last willpower in me to keep my emotions at bay until the end of the party. ‘Emotions makes us weaker, son. Face it head on.’ I could vividly remember father's word fifteen years ago, replaying in my head. “I wonder why Ivana isn't here yet.” Lara's soft worried voice, snapped me out of my thoughts. “She's breaking one too many rules for me to overlook.” I swiped my tongue across my lips, looking around for any sight of my our step-sister. “You should let her be. She's been here barely two weeks and you are already forcing your so-called rules down her throat.” Lara stopped walking, faced me and continued from where she stopped, barely a second ago. “If I were in her shoes, after seeing your display at the dinner, I would have ran away from Russia.” “She dare not.” I spat, leaving a venomous taste in my tongue. “If she try such, she would be as good as dead. I won't have mercy on her, Lara. She is now part of the Orlovs and should behave like one.” Lara heaved a sigh, probably tired of my overbearing attitude and just when she wanted to add more lectures to the ones she already said, her eyes snapped behind me. “There she is. She didn't run away like I expected.” A wide grin spread across Lara's face as she slowly slipped her arm out of mine and walked towards Ivana. Turning around, our eyes met for a second until she looked away, smiling at Lara who gave her a warm hug. “Don't they look like real sisters?” Jeremy, the Don of Devine Clan asked, joining me at the sideline with a glass of wine in his hand. I remained quiet, my eyes on both ladies who were so engrossed in their conversation to even notice me. “Your new step-sister is so hot. I would love to have her in my bed.” My head snapped towards Jeremy and the thought that ran through my mind at that very moment, was a dangerous one. A one which could end up causing clan wars. One I must avoid. “You shouldn't say such about my sister, Jeremy.” I pushed back the evil thoughts. “But she's due for marriage. She's twenty-one years old.” His gaze was fixated on Ivana and with the way he swiped his tongue across his lips, sucking on it like a mad man on drugs, irritated the irk out of me, but I did my best to keep my emotions at bay. Before they explode. “Follow the right process, Jeremy. If you're interested in her.” Like he said, Ivana was due for marriage and if I could get her married to someone like Jeremy, it could strengthen the clan's power even more, and it would help in enlarging my territory. “Now we are talking, Ruslan. I will talk to your father about it.” He smiled and nudged at my shoulder. My eyes met with that of Ivana once more and I motioned for her to come closer, but she straight out ignored me. Interesting… “Lara, both of you should come over.” I called and Lara came to me with Ivana beside her. Taking a step forward, I moved closer to my step-sister, dropping my hand at her mid back. “Is that how you treat your step-brother, Ivana Orlov?” I gritted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not an Orlov. I'm Ivana Alex.” she argued, trying to get my hand off her small back. “I kill men for less, Ivana,” my warning came out more terrifying than expected. She was provoking me and I needed to put her where she rightfully belongs. No one disrespected or disobeyed the Bratva and still remained alive. Well, except for the rude little lamb beside me. “I don't care if you kill men for more. I don't bloody care, Ruslan. So let me be.” She gritted, speaking through her clenched teeth. A chuckle rippled out of my chest. An annoyed chuckle. The chuckle I usually release when someone is about to meet their end. “You will obey every of my fucking rules, Ivana. Every single one of them,” I moved my hand to the back of her neck, holding it tight, enough to hurt her. “Understood?” To everyone at the party and around us, we were just having a normal conversation like siblings. “Let me go, Ruslan.” She tried to wriggle her way out of my hold, but I made sure to hold her in place. “You're hurting me.” She winced softly. “You will obey every of my rules, yeah?” I raised a brow, flashing her a lopsided smile, waiting for her to agree and succumb. “Yes, I will abide to your rules, so let me go.” She glared and I took my hand off her neck, patting her softly on her mid back. “Be a good girl, little sis. I don't like playing the role of a bad guy to any member of my family.” I grabbed two glasses of wine from a passing waiter and handed one over to her. “As if.” Rolling her eyes, she muttered those words under her breath as she took the glass of wine from me. “Were you referring to me by any chance?” With a cocked brows, I asked. “No. It wasn't in any way related to you.” Came her reply. “Good.”Reader's POVIvana sat quietly behind the full length mirror in her bedroom. The golden light which poured through the window wrapped her in a soft, ethereal glow. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied the final touches of lipstick. The shade was a muted rose that complemented her skin. The air smelled faintly of fresh roses and her mother’s signature vanilla perfume. Outside, just under her window, laughter echoed from the garden.The house was alive again and this time, not with chaos or pain but with hope.She stared at her reflection, trying to calm the pounding of her heart. Her wedding gown hugged her body perfectly. It was an off shoulder silhouette adorned with intricate lacework and beads that shimmered with every movement. The long train cascaded like a waterfall of satin behind her, soft and regal. Her eyes were lined, her lips curled in a gentle smile, but behind the surface, there was something deeper; peace.She wasn't hiding from Ruslan anymore and the kids were
Reader's POV Trailing after her, Ivana made her way into the apartment, ignoring Lara who was trying to talk to her and Igor too who stood like a statue by the door. The tension that hung in the air was thick enough to choke on. Ruslan took one step forward, his fists clenched at his sides and eyes blazing with fury. "Where is he?" he growled. "Where is Benny?" Ivana didn't respond, her face was drawn as exhaustion set in, like she had aged years in a single day. The children had been taken to their room by Ivory, and now only the adults remained in the grand living room with men positioned at every entry point. Nico and Walter stood like statues, their eyes constantly scanning the perimeter from inside the house, fingers brushing against their concealed weapons in readiness to pull out in case there was a threat. The entire property had been turned into a fortress the second Ruslan set foot in New York but his anger wasn’t cooled by security. "I swear to God, if he’s
Ivana’s POVThe hum of the plane engine was steady, soft and almost calming and for the first time in what felt like ages, I had Kiera and Kian tucked into my arms, safe and warm.They clung to me like they were afraid I would disappear again. That was exactly how I felt too so I tightened my grip around them, nuzzling against their soft skin. "Where were you?" Kiera asked, her tiny voice muffled against my shoulder."Why didn’t you come get us sooner?" Kian added, his eyes wide and sad.I swallowed the lump in my throat, flashing them the warmest smile I could, I said, "There were things I had to do first. But I never stopped thinking about you, not for one second."They nodded, but I could tell they were still confused and hurt but they were trying not to show it."The woman who took care of you," I brushed a strand of hair from Kiera’s face, "she was your caretaker. She helped me because I had so many things to do. Important and dangerous things that I had to finish before I could
Ruslan’s POV"Sure.” I nodded, a sigh of relief spreading across my face. I believed that if my father spoke to Ivory, it was going to make a huge difference. I was still speaking with him when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The tone was Walter's emergency signal, short, hard, and relentless.“Please excuse me." I stepped away from Igor, already bracing myself as I answered, "Talk."Walter didn’t waste time, "It’s Benny and Ivana, they are gone. As we speak, Fabrizio is in critical condition, he was shot twice."My entire body stiffened at the piece of news, "Where the hell are they?" I gulped, trying to maintain a calm facade but my head was spinning nonstop."The last time I checked in, they were at the airport.” He mouthed. "One of the staff saw a woman matching Ivana’s description rush through Terminal B with two children, their flight took off ten minutes ago."Ten minutes ago. I could feel the heat rise behind my eyes, the fury swelling in my chest like a storm."Did they sa
Ivana’s POVMy hands were shaking.The gun felt heavier now than it had seconds ago, like it knew what was about to happen and was trying to resist me.I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t pull the trigger. My fingers fumbled around the grip, slick with sweat and my breathing short and jagged.Fabrizio stood in front of me, unwavering as if it wasn’t going to hurt him."Do it now, Ivana," he said. "You’re running out of time.""I can’t," I whispered. "I can’t do this to you."Behind me, Benny was pacing like a caged animal. His face was pale and his eyes were wild."We don’t have time for this!" he snapped. "If she doesn’t shoot, we will lose the window.""The underground passage," Fabrizio suddenly said, turning to Benny. "Remember? Back when we were kids, when curfew was on and grandfather locked the gates?"Benny blinked then something clicked in his expression, "That tunnel, is it still open?"Fabrizio nodded, "You will go through the wine cellar. It still leads to the main square and fro
Ivana’s POVI was lost and confused, I didn't know what to do. Benny had told me where the kids were, he didn't stop there, he made a call with his contact, connecting me with a video call with the kids but still I felt it was a set up. Benny on the other hand was staring out of the window since he clicked the lock of the door shut. His face was tense, I would have asked what the issue was but after his betrayal, I forced myself not to care. After a while, he walked up to me, slowly lowering himself on the spot next to me. He was going to touch my hand but he left his hand mid air and after so many contemplations, he placed his rough hand on mine.“I swear things aren't going south, you have to believe me.”"What if things do?” I snapped back at him. He flashed me a broad smile which earned him a glare from me. He quickly wiped off his face before saying, “If things go south, feel free to say the word and Ruslan will send a bullet to my head without a second thought." Yanking my