This story is a one complicating story, with twist and secrets. But who is behind all this? And why?
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aidenâs death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondlyâa quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadnât yet shared with anyoneâshe was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day sheâd tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brotherâs faceâpale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damonâs trembling hands.âAiden! Aiden!!â Damonâs voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aidenâs stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aidenâs hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damonâs with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. âDamonâŚâ he whispered, his voice barely a breath. âTell Lucifer.....Take care of April⌠and the kids. Donât let them face this alone. Donât give her a hard time.âDamonâs throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. âI will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktorâs words: *âThereâs a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. Itâs one of his main safe houses. But heâs paranoid. Even I donât know if heâs there now.â* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldnât shake. He had to see it throughâhe had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw itâa fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clanâs compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldnât rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clanâs brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the manâs hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadowsâ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVVâtheir allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didnât waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhailâs brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. âThat explains a lotâthe unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. Itâs⌠genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means theyâll be prepared for almost anything. Theyâll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.â Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. âPrepared or not, theyâre going to answer for everything theyâve done. Tonight, we end this.â His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. âDVVâs agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. Theyâve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, weâll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no