LOGINAlexMy skull felt like it was splitting in two, a throbbing agony pulsing behind my eyes that made me squeeze them shut the moment I tried to open them.The violent ache brought a sudden realization.Those masked men had hit me.I remembered them bursting into the wedding, firing rapid gunshots into the air.They had come for me.That much I knew now.I had many enemies, but only one immediately came to mind.The job I had failed to deliver.I tried to raise a hand to soothe the ache in my head, but my arms didn’t respond.Panic rushed through my chest as I realized I couldn’t move them.I flexed my wrists, only to discover they were pulled tightly behind my back, bound against a wooden chair. I shifted my weight, but my feet and ankles were tied to the chair legs just as securely.I was completely immobilized.Damn those shitheads!Forcing my racing heart to slow down, I bit down on my dry lips and forced my heavy eyelids open.The room was dim, illuminated only by a single bare bul
AlexLuckily for me, a truck had stopped by, and the driver, a kind old man, helped me in and insisted on taking me to the hospital.“I should be taking you to see a doctor. You can’t go home looking like this.” He complained for what felt like the hundredth time.I wouldn’t allow him to take me somewhere those guys could find me and finish what they started.“I… would be best… taken care of at home…” I managed to squeeze the words out, taking deep breaths between each sentence.“Save your breath, okay? Talking won’t do you any good. Here, type in your home address, and I’ll handle the rest,” he said kindly.I weakly took the mobile phone, entered my address, and handed it back to him.“Mind telling me what happened to you?” he asked for the first time since he had picked me up from the roadside.“I was robbed… and…” I lied.“Say no more, son. I pray karma rains down on those sick motherfuckers.”Amen to that.He dropped me off and asked if I needed any more help. I turned him down, a
Alex VolkovI sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the documents Viktor had delivered spread across the coffee table like a death sentence.Grey had officially cut me off.No more access to the family name, no financial safety net, no board seats, nothing. Just a cold, impersonal letter stating that my access to all Volkov assets and privileges had been revoked effective immediately.I stared at my signature on the final page for a long moment. Three hundred million dollars from the masked man stared back at me in my mind—a lifeline I had already spent in my head a dozen times over.“This is temporary,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my jaw. “I’ll bounce back bigger than before. I always do.”Viktor had left with the signed papers without a word, his face as unreadable as ever.I had zero regrets.I had a backup plan.I always had a backup plan.The sound of the front door opening pulled me from my thoughts.Mia walked in, practically bouncing with excitement, her heels clicki
Frederico Grey VolkovI’ll celebrate the death of that miserable son of a bitch. Knowing how efficient my henchmen are, his body will be in a duffel bag before I finish my drink. A lesson to all that Frederico is never weak.The bounty hunters moved fast.By the time I finished my first glass of whiskey, they had already dragged the cartel boss into the underground training facility — a cold, concrete bunker beneath an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The place was designed for one purpose: breaking men who thought they could cross me.I arrived shortly after, my black suit still immaculate, my steps measured. The boss was already tied to a metal chair in the center of the room, his face bruised from the initial capture. His men had been slaughtered during the raid — their bodies left behind as a message.The goods I had delivered were retrieved, along with the cash they had tried to steal, and more — three extra duffel bags filled with unmarked bills from their safe.I
Frederico Grey VolkovI stepped into the warehouse, the heavy metal door creaking behind me. The air was thick with the smell of dust, oil, and something sharper—gunpowder and fear.The cartel boss was already there, sitting on a metal chair in the center of the room, smoking a cigar. Two of his men stood behind him, hands near their weapons, eyes scanning me like I was prey.“Frederico,” the boss said, his voice low and gravelly. He was a large man with a scarred face, gold chains around his neck, and a tattoo of a coiled snake on his forearm.“You,” he puffed on his cigar, “are late.”“I’m never late,” I replied calmly, my hands in my pockets. “I arrive when I choose to. You should know that by now.”He chuckled, puffing smoke into the air.“Still the same arrogant bastard. Sit.”“Still the same old scarred face,” I retorted.He smiled. “Hmmm.”I sat down opposite him while my men stayed a few feet behind me.The deal was simple. I had brought what they wanted—high-grade product in
Federico Grey Volkov I had a meeting with the governor and it is no secret he wants to express his disappointment on the deal Alex destroyed, using Liallian work access. I had my black Italian suit on, a Rolex sitting firmly on my left hand. I looked at myself in the mirror, assessing the powder exuding from me into the accessories.A lesson I tried teaching Alex all these years. The diamonds and stones do not make a man, the man's worth makes the stone stand out. Yet his obsession to have more trinkets blinds his ability to command the underground world. The only sheer power he possessed was from being my son. My name name can only get him places, but it won't make him a worthy man to sit among kings like me.I stepped out of the house, having two important meetings. Viktor rushed to my side. “Boss, the governor is ready for the meeting, I just got word from his office.”I waved it off. “Let him wait, he's only going to gloat about the project failure and how I should have hand
Frederico Grey Volkov There are very few things left in this world capable of surprising me. At fifty-three, I had long since grown tired of human predictability. Yet the moment I stepped into the sitting room of the suite and saw *her*, genuine surprise hit me like a blade between the ribs. T
Liliana Miller: The hotel lobby was quiet when I stepped out of the elevator. The woman at the front desk smiled politely as I crossed the marble floor, and I found myself smiling back automatically, the way people do when they're running on habit instead of thought. The expression felt wrong on my
The phone wouldn’t stop ringing.It pierced through the thick fog of sleep like a distant alarm, pulling me reluctantly from the deepest, most dreamless rest I’d had in years. My body felt heavy, boneless, wrapped in warm sheets that smelled faintly of cedar, smoke, and something unmistakably mascu
Liliana Miller “Would you fuck me, Daddy?”The words left my lips like a reckless prayer. I stayed pressed against his chest, swaying, waiting for him to push me away or pull me closer.He stiffened. His large hands gently but firmly held my shoulders, creating just enough space between us. His vo







