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CHAPTER NINETY
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BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER ONE
ZOEY The sterile fluorescent lights of Gotham Press and the incessant hum of printers were the soundtrack to my life. I couldn't say I loved my job, but it paid the bills, and in this city, that was no small feat. My name is Zoey Anderson, and I was a journalist, or more accurately, an investigative journalist—or, as my boss often put it, a "pain in his well-dressed rear end." I navigated my way through the cluttered newsroom, past rows of desks piled high with newspapers, coffee cups, and stacks of paper that screamed "deadline panic." As I made my way toward my desk, a hand shot out and snatched my attention. "Zoey, get in here," barked Mr. Theodore Harrington, our illustrious editor-in-chief. He was the man who wielded power like a sledgehammer and had a perpetual scowl etched onto his face. I couldn't help but roll my eyes before obediently following him into his glass-walled office. The nameplate on his desk read 'Theodore Harrington, Esq.' He wasn't a lawyer; he just had a
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER TWO
ALEXEI The bar was dimly lit, its air heavy with the scent of cigars and the low hum of Russian voices engaged in conversations that ranged from mundane to sinister. A world of shadows and secrets, where alliances were forged and broken over glasses of vodka, and where business was conducted with a steely resolve. Beside me sat my closest confidant and second-in-command, Yazmin, a man whose loyalty had been unwavering through the darkest of times. We had come here for business, but the memory of what had brought us here simmered beneath the surface, like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Yaz was the only one who knew the depths of my anger, the fire that burned within me. He was also the only one who dared to poke fun at me, even in the direst of situations. I glanced at Yaz, his dark eyes dancing with mischief, a stark contrast to his clean-shaven, rugged exterior. He leaned in closer, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know, Alexei, this place could use
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER THREE
ZOEY The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like a cruel punishment after the night we'd had. My head throbbed with the intensity of a thousand drummers, and the mere thought of moving made me want to crawl back under the covers and never emerge. But duty called, and I had a job to do, even with a nasty hangover. Groaning, I reluctantly threw back the blankets and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The room spun for a moment, and I had to steady myself on the nightstand. My best friend and roommate, Emma, had promised a night of celebration for our company's five-year anniversary, and she had delivered. But the morning after was a cruel reminder of the price we had paid for our revelry. I stumbled my way to the kitchen, where Emma was already nursing a cup of coffee that looked like it could raise the dead. "Morning, sunshine," she greeted me, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. I shot her a withering look. "If this is your idea of morning, I want a refund."
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER FOUR
I sat in the dimly lit VIP section of The Velvet Shadow, a sanctuary of shadows and secrets far removed from the pulsating music and frenetic energy of the dance floor below. With me were Yaz, my trusted second-in-command, and two of my most loyal men, Ivan and Viktor.Our presence in this club had nothing to do with revelry or relaxation; we were here for business. The club provided a convenient meeting point, a neutral ground where deals could be made without attracting unwanted attention.Yaz, always the joker of the group, leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "Boss, are you sure we can trust these people? I mean, they seem shady even by our standards."I sighed, reminding myself that Yaz's scepticism was often well-founded. "Yaz, we've been doing business with them for years. They may be shady, but they're reliable. Just stick to the plan."Our "business" tonight involved the acquisition of certain goods that we would later distribute through our network. It was a transaction that h
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER FIVE
ZOEY I am Alexei Pushkin. Those four words hung in the air like a revelation, shattering my already fragile grasp on reality. The chaos of the gunfight raged around us, the club's once-sultry atmosphere now transformed into a battlefield. But amidst the violence and danger, my mind struggled to process the unbelievable truth. "What the fuck? Did he just say he was Alexei Pushkin?" I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with disbelief. The enigmatic stranger who had captured my attention, the man I had been conversing with just moments ago, was none other than the infamous mob boss himself. It was a revelation that defied logic, a twist of fate that I could never have imagined. As the gunfight continued to unfold, I found myself torn between shock and a strange sense of attraction that I couldn't quite fathom. Alexei Pushkin was not a man to be trifled with, a fact that had been driven home by his earlier warnings about the d
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIX
ZOEYMy apartment door creaked open, and I stumbled inside, my mind still swirling with the echoes of the night's events. The encounter with Alexei Pushkin, the gunfight, and the ominous warnings had left me in a state of disarray.The familiar surroundings of my home offered little solace as I closed the door behind me, the weight of the truth pressing on my shoulders.Emma emerged from the living room, a bowl of popcorn in hand. Her eyes widened as she took in my disheveled appearance."Holy hell, Zoey! You look like you just encountered a ghost or something. What happened?" she exclaimed, her words spilling out faster than her brain could process.I managed a weak smile, the events of the night replaying in my mind like a relentless loop. "You have no idea."Emma plopped down on the couch, eyes fixed on me. "Well, spill! What happened? Did the boss finally realize he's a pain in the ass?"I chuckled despite the tur
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SEVEN
ALEXEIMy office, a sanctuary cloaked in dim lighting and the scent of aged leather, served as the command center for the intricate web I wove through the city's underworld. The air carried the scent of cigars and the weight of untold stories.Yaz, my ever-loyal second-in-command, lounged in a chair, while Ivan and Viktor stood sentinel-like by the door. The room exuded an aura of controlled chaos, a reflection of the world we navigated.I leaned back in my chair, fingertips steepled as I surveyed the faces of my trusted comrades."Mikhail Volkov is becoming a thorn in our side, Alexei," Yaz spoke, his voice a low growl. "His operations are encroaching on our territory, and he's been recruiting our men."I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled in thought. Mikhail Volkov, a rival whose ambitions threatened the delicate balance I maintained. The city was a chessboard, and every move echoed with the potential for upheaval.
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHT
ALEXEIThe blueprints for the new casino sprawled across my desk, a labyrinth of lines and figures that promised glittering towers and endless streams of cash. My pen scratched across the paper, mapping out the flow of patrons and the clinking rhythm of coins, when the door to my office erupted open.A torrent of wind and excited chatter slammed into the room, momentarily drowning out the hum of the city outside. I didn't even bother looking up, my irritation simmering. "Who the hell is the..."My voice died on my tongue. The high-pitched, joyous yell that followed was unmistakable."Alexei!"I snapped my head up, a smile blooming across my face like a flower chasing the sun. Yelena, my sister, stood in the doorway, a whirlwind of energy in her travel-worn clothes. Her hair, the color of spun sunshine, tumbled around her shoulders, framing her face that mirrored my own in a softer, gentler way.My chair lurched back as I shot to my feet, my arms engulfing her in a hug that would rival
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