Novels by Sinachi

VLADIMIR“Tell me what we have to do about this situation, Aloysius.”He sat across from me, his eyes wide with shock. The outbreak of the war was beginning to tell on him and I could tell that he didn't really plan for this sort of experience. The days that followed the massacre were indeed filled with terror for him. He was easily the target because a few of them knew that he rolled with me. They sent death threats to him and his entire family. They had to move location three times in a few days and that was wearing on him. “I really didn't foresee this, boss,” he replied with a calm tone. “I am not used to Italians moving like this. They would normally succumb or never figure out the problem. But this is different.”I scanned him and the room, my study as though there was an option about to be revealed. “We have to do something. Do you want to bring your family over here so we can get ready for a war?”“Or do we need to negotiate with them? What did Picanto have to say? I hea

VLADIMIRThose words the nurse spoke felt like a burden to me as I gazed down on my lover, safely tucked in my arms with her head resting on my chest. She seemed unaware, totally detached from her environment like she couldn't hear all that was being discussed and she didn't know it was about her. “How bad is this impact?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. I was feeling anxious about losing her. “It's quite bad and we suggest that she needs to be placed under medical observation.”“In that case, we'd have to set up a home medical care for her because she wants to be home, with me. I cannot force her against her will to be here.”The nurses nodded. She seemed very compassionate and truly cared about Isabella's recovery. “That's okay sir. We just need to do some paper work and a medical team will be released to you. But this takes an average of three days. I suggest she stays back here till we have set…”“Isabella is not staying back here. Don't push it nurse. Just do whatever need

VladimirDays passed by with the whole of Vienna and the Italian community both in Italy and all over the world began to search deeply for the enemy they had. Each Don’s family suffered a painful loss. My wrath spread like wild fire that night and now they were weeping for their losses. The news outlets had a series of news on the situation. The law enforcement agencies were patrolling town, Vienna, Italy, Cecily, looking out for the probable murderer. “This has to be the case of a serial killer. I think we are dealing with an organised serial killer who knows how to cover his tracks so well,” the news on the hour anchor said over the television that afternoon. I sat beside Isabella, her hands tucked in mine and I was rubbing them gently.Her skin was so flawless, so soft. All I wanted was to have her tucked in our bed at home, lying beside me. The scent of her long, silky hair filling my nostrils. I was satisfied with how much chaos I was causing the Italian community. It ga

VLADIMIRAloysius convinced me enough to take him with me and I did just that. There was no reason for me to think he could not deliver when I had handed him tasks and he always did just as I expected, always delivering excellently. We travelled through Vienna, noiselessly, painting the city red with the bloods of our enemies, whether they be innocent. By the wee hours of the morning, we had killed the men I believed could have a hand in the sudden disappearance of my treasure, Isabella. We had turned wives to widows and de-fathered countless children. Our enemies tripled in a few hours. I returned to Russia before dawn, not sure what condition I'd meet Isabella in. The hospital was quiet, unlike the first that was crowded. Only a few people were present in this one and just as I instructed Alexis, I saw his men stationed all over the wards, corridors and offices. I was certain that the hospital administration would have been wondering what was going on and why we had this nu

Vladimir VolkovMy heart beat rose significantly as I followed the trails of blood, wondering what view my eyes were going to behold. To be a Russian Don is to expect the unimaginable even in a series of events and happenstance. This was one of such moments. Our hearts are built strong for this.I was now close to the cabin and my left hand grabbed the door handle. It was surprisingly open as the door creaked open. I wasn't expecting it, so I fell inwards into the dark, smelly cabin and the smell of fresh blood filled my nostrils. I retrieved my phone from my pockets and turned on my flashlight, searching for nothing in particular. Then my light shone on the Hays gathered in one corner. There! My heart beat lay in a small pool of blood, her head hanging from the hay, backwards. “Holy Moses!” I growled, dropping my phone and rushing to her side. She looked white. Her lips looked like blood had been drawn from then, pale and dry. A fresh boiling rage overtook me as I gathered h

VLADIMIR‘You don't know how much you love someone till you lose them’ they always say. But I knew. Every inch of me knew just how much I loved Isabella Romanus. I knew how much I wanted her around me and how badly I wanted to be in her arms this very moment, drowning myself with the warmth of her milky body. Her sensational smile was my desire now and I wanted to see her face curve into those lovely apple pie shapes as she smiles at me for no reason at all. Thinking about her left my heart wounded all the more, and a deepened anger encapsulated me. It had been the longest eighteen hours of my life. I was worried sick about her welfare, her condition with the babies, and the possibility of her being abused by those hooligans. “Fuck!” I threw my fists into the air, growling over and over again. Alexis was standing before me, probably still shaken by all I had done to him to assuage my anger and finally beaten by how I nearly ended his partner's life. I was grossly embittered