I met Oleg in junior school, and we clicked right away. Despite our fathers being rival mafia bosses, we never fell apart. But my feelings for Oleg changed with age. I felt frightened because I was torn between the comforts of friendship and the thrill of something more. My dad was very homophobic, so it was even more difficult to express how I felt. I was faced with wanting to be truthful but endangering our families’ fragile peace So, my feelings stayed hidden, and I was just happy to be with Oleg. Yet I couldn’t help but hope that Oleg would feel the same. Perhaps he was too scared to say anything. That hint of hope was what gave me the courage to take action. And I did but things went terribly wrong. our worlds collided and exploded. It left us with nothing but hatred and resentment between our families. If I could turn back time, I would be content with the friendship we once shared, not the hurt and anger which we now have. We parted ways with hatred in our hearts,a wound that never healed,years later,our path crossed again......
Lihat lebih banyakELVIS POVI nodded toward Luca and Pavel, signaling them to fall back. Pavel complied, retreating slowly, but Luca hesitated, keeping his weapon trained on Oleg. He didn’t lower it until the very last moment before finally stepping back.Oleg yanked me forward by my shirt, his grip tight, his face mere inches from mine.“What exactly are you trying to prove?” he spat, his voice biting. “Just because I didn’t put a bullet in your skull when I had the chance, you think that makes you special?” His gun pressed against my forehead, his icy stare cutting through me.I exhaled sharply, fighting to keep my composure. “You know, that far from the truth,” I countered, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. His breath was heavy, fanning against my face as he kept his hold firm.“Shut up.” His voice was sharper this time, a bark of anger. “Just like you did to my brother, I could return the favor right here, right now. So don’t test me.” His tone dropped to a near whisper,
ELVIS POVWith deliberate steps toward Oleg, my gaze remained fixed on him, like prey scrutinizing its predator. The crowd's murmurs swelled with each passing second. I felt Nadia's eyes boring into the back of my head and sensed my family's instincts sharpening, ready to act at the slightest provocation.Oleg, motionless in his stance, finally broke the silence, his tone chillingly neutral."Disrespect my name again, and the next bullet won’t be a warning!" he said, his gaze narrowing into a sharp glare. "And if you think you have a chance to complete the mission you came here for, I’ll crush you before you even draw your next breath."I was at a loss for how to react to his treatment, so instead, I focused on my next response, fully aware that a single wrong word could fuel the hostility between us Taking another heavy step forward, I kept my voice calm but firm." Met his glare head-on. "For someone who believes they have no future here… that thought wouldn’t even cross my mind."A
ELVIS POVUpon realizing it was Oleg I was clinging to, a chill coursed through me despite his warmth. Sweat slicked my palms as my heart hammered violently, threatening to give out. All the emotions I thought I'd buried sprinted back in a single breath. In the face of what Oleg had become, I felt utterly insignificant.I had assumed I was the only one who had changed. But Oleg looked almost unrecognizable, carved, and hardened by time. As if my touch had burned him, he shoved me away with such force that I sprawled onto the pavement with a loud thud, as though I were nothing more than a clinging pest. his rejection felt like a bullet to my chest, though I didn't know what I was expecting.For years, I lived in constant vigilance, haunted by nightmares of the day Oleg would come to end me. Yet, despite everything, a small foolish, selfish part of me clung to the hope that somewhere within him remained a fragment of the boy I once knew, with whom I had shared memories. however, the w
ELVIS POVAmidst hushed voices, we silently boarded a fleet of Rover golf carts, the lair's mode of internal transport, which guided us toward the Cuisine restaurant.Though cars were permitted, my father deliberately chose this understated entrance, likely aiming to publicize my return and dispel circulating rumors. I couldn't help but snort inwardlyThe restaurant was no ordinary one; functioning as a secure stronghold for confidential meetings, fortified with bulletproof walls and loyal staff. Any act of betrayal within its confines would result in the eradication of one's entire lineage.Upon our arrival, Father commanded, "Remain here and hold your heads high. I'll summon you when necessary," with that he disappeared into a private room, leaving my brothers and me in the main area.The crowd paid little attention to us, engrossed in their meals and discussions. The atmosphere here was slightly less unnerving."Speaking of which, I'm famished," Luca's voice broke through my though
ELVIS POVHis other hand tightened around my throat like a slow game. At first, it was almost playful until it gradually pressed deeper, squeezing the air out of me. I couldn't even see the expression he wore in the darkness, which only intensified the Panic that gripped my chest. One hand broke free from his grip, clawing at his hand on my neck, but he didn’t budge."O...L...EG…” I choked out in desperation, but it only seemed to amuse him further. My body grew weaker, the sounds around me muffled, and I heard my very soul being called from the other side.“Elvis! Hey, Elvis!”The voice cut through the haze, jerking my body violently to reality. I bolted upright with frantic gulps of air. My hands clenched the damp sheets beneath me, my skin clammy, my clothes from the night before drenched in sweat. Disoriented, I scanned the now-brightening space, realizing it was morning. my eyes darting around in search of Oleg or any potential threat. The taste of fear was still thick in my t
ELVIS POVI had no idea how to react, so much had changed between us that I could only manage an awkward greeting. Just before I got a word out, Luca lunged forward, enveloping me in a crushing embrace, only after making sure our mother was securely seated in her wheelchair. The sight of her in that condition struck an aching chord in me. "I was worried about you, but damn, look at you!" he said, his half-smile deepening the dimple on his right cheek as he stepped back. His gaze roamed over me, absorbing every change. "More muscle, extra pounds, and taller too." His comment pulled a reluctant grin from me.Luca and I were fraternal twins, yet we were entirely different beyond our basic sibling resemblance. I had always been the larger one at 6’1”, while he stood around 5’10”. His lean build was a contrast to mine which though slender, now boasted defined muscles with my slim waist accentuated by my medium-built shoulders, honed by the rigorous training I underwent in Montenegro. His
ELVIS POVAfter slipping out of Montenegro unnoticed, my father and I, accompanied by a few men, boarded a commercial flight to Russia. It felt strange even after years of traveling by private jet. Meanwhile, the rest of our men dispersed separately, each making their way.Upon landing, a few guards, dressed as civilians silently led us to the waiting SUVs, our luggage already loaded. I slid into the backseat, Pavel taking the passenger seat beside the driver, while my father rode in the car ahead.Shifting slightly, I unfastened the top three buttons of my shirt, letting the fabric loosen just enough to reveal a sliver of my bare chest. I wasn’t sure what look suited my return, but I settled for this along with pants. My hair, now back to how my father preferred, had been styled into a wolf cut, though I had tied it into a messy bun to keep it out of my face.As the convoy moved, I cracked the tinted window just enough to let Moscow’s crisp air drift in. It carried the warm scent of
ELVIS POVA storm of conflicting emotions churned inside me. My father despised wasted time, especially in places that held no value for me. If he had known I was at a party, he would have torn the entire place apart without a second thought. Yet, he hadn’t, I pondered the possibilities, carefully weighing my options.he fixed me with an intense stare, his lethal voice slicing through the silence.“You don’t hesitate when I ask you a question, remember?” His tone was clipped. “Do you need me to remind you, boy?”I stiffened, my pulse spiking. “I was at—” I faltered, “The library.”The lie slipped out before I could stop it, the only excuse I could grasp in that split-second of panic. That excuse had always worked before. As the son of Mikhail Andreyev, I had been raised with a strict set of rules where perfection was the bare minimum.His lips curled into a mocking smile. “And you didn’t think the penthouse was convenient for that?” he drawled, baiting me and waiting for me to slip. B
ELVIS POVAs I stepped out of the room, I stole one last glance at the lady lying there, her breaths slow and even. I didn’t know her name, her number, or even if she went to my school.” Yet, somehow, I had revealed things about myself I never should have.The realization hit me like a ton of brick as I drove home, my head still pounding from the hangover, each turn of the wheel forcing the truth deeper into my mind.A small part of me felt relieved she was still asleep, I didn’t want her to get a good look at me. Truth be told, I couldn’t even remember her face. The haze of liquor, the dim lighting and the way the night had blurred together were all a mess in my head. I told myself it was mutual with her but that wasn’t what worried me the most. It was the flood of missed calls I woke up to.None of the men assigned to watch me had been at the party. Not even Pavel. That alone sent alarm bells ringing in my head. He wouldn’t have let me stay out all night. Pavel was many things, a
ELVIS POV I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the glittering view of Montenegro stretched out before me. The city was alive with lights and movement, a masterpiece of modern elegance framed by ancient history. But tonight, I couldn’t appreciate its beauty. My mind was too preoccupied with memories I’d rather forget. It had been three years since I was forced to leave Russia—a place that was no longer my home. My departure had been swift, cold, and unforgiving. Montenegro had become my gilded cage, but the chains of my past still clung to me. I could vividly recall the disappointment on the faces of those I cared about. Especially *his* face. The hatred in his eyes, the venom in his words—they haunted me. *"Don’t you dare touch me again. The next time you do, I’ll break more than your jaw,"* he spat, his voice shaking with rage. *You disgust me*. You can’t even own up to your actions. You took me for a fool because I tried to let things go. But now? Now I see you for what you ...
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