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......
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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 are—*a pathetic, selfish prick."* I tried to explain, but my voice broke under the weight of his fury. The ache in my cheek from his earlier punch was nothing compared to the sting of his next words. *"Don’t even try to speak. Your voice makes my skin crawl, and your words mean nothing to me anymore. But mark my words Elvis—what you did to me and my family, I’ll repay tenfold. You’d better stay hidden he said pointing towards me, Elvis. Stay well damn hidden, he repeated in a low dangerous voice because the next time I see you, it’ll be your blood on my hands. And that will be your last day on this earth. He stormed past me, his shoulder slamming into mine as I crumbled to the floor. Broken. Humiliated. A fool drowning in the consequences of my mistakes. The memory sent a chill down my spine. I shook my head, forcing the past back into the shadows where it belonged. Just then, Pavel, my bodyguard, appeared at the balcony door. “Young Boss, your friend is here to see you,” he said in his usual gruff tone. Pavel had been my bodyguard since childhood, though his loyalty always lay with my father. When I first arrived in Montenegro, my father’s orders turned Pavel into more of a jailer than a protector. Guards were everywhere—some visible, most not—watching my every move. My father had ensured I stayed isolated, especially from other men. Even my chance to explore my own sexuality was smothered by his control. But things had changed. After a heated confrontation with Pavel about his true loyality, he became less strict. Still, the expectations remained. I had to train, learn, and transform myself into the man who would one day inherit my father’s empire. The soft edges of my past—the so-called “feminine” demeanor my father detested—were sanded away with boxing, a strict diet, and relentless discipline. “Let him in,” I said, dismissing Pavel without turning around. Minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Leo stepped inside and walked out onto the balcony, greeting me with his usual carefree energy. “Hey, man, what’s up?” He flopped onto the sofa, stretching out like he owned the place. I joined him, sinking into the seat opposite. My head tilted back, eyes on the ceiling as I sighed. “You good?” Leo asked, breaking the silence. “I’m fine,” I replied, though my frown betrayed me. “Had a fight with Pavel?” he teased, smirking. I raised an eyebrow, silently marveling at how little Leo knew about my real life. To him, Pavel and my other bodyguard, Losif, were just my brothers. It had been a lie Leo unknowingly came up with during his first visit, making it easier for me to go along with it. I hadn’t bothered to correct him about who I really was—after all, we were supposed to be in hiding. To Leo, we were just rich kids with absent parents. Our carefully curated normalcy—simple clothes, casual demeanors—kept the truth buried. “So,” Leo said, his grin widening, “what brings you out of your brooding today?” I rolled my eyes. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” “Ouch. Why do I feel like you’re already kicking me out?” Leo laughed, standing up and heading inside to my bar. I followed, rubbing my temples as he poured himself a drink. You shouldn’t be drinking you are underage,” I said flatly, leaning against the counter. “Says the guy with a bar full of alcohol and no restriction for someone just as underage as me,” Leo retorted, raising an eyebrow. “They’re not mine,” I lied. “They’re my brothers’. “Right,” he said, taking a sip. “Keep telling yourself that.” besides we are almost 18 and that part wasn't a lie. like you haven't been drinking before, i rolled my eyes, ignoring him, choosing instead to focus on the dull ache forming behind my eyes “Leo set his glass down and turned to me, his expression suddenly serious. “There’s a party tonight,” he said. “One of our classmates is hosting it. You should come.” “I’m not interested,” I replied immediately. “Come on, Elvis. It’s our last year of school. You barely know anyone besides me and Noah. Don’t you want to live a little?” I stiffened at his words. *Live a little.* The last time I tried to live, everything I cared about fell apart. I’d learned my lesson. No friends, no risks. Leo might think we were close, but I kept him at arm’s length for his own safety. Getting too close to me was a death sentence, and I’d already destroyed enough lives. “I’m not going,” I said, my tone final. Without another word, I turned and walked to my room, leaving Leo sighing behind me.ELVIS POVMy body twisted at an awkward angle in the chair before I righted myself. The room, which had been swallowed in gray, shifted, flooding in blinding light. Oleg was already in front of me, clear as day, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, a wine glass carelessly balanced in his hand.My gaze flicked over his body, and I immediately looked away, only to be caught by those washed-out hazel eyes of his that seemed as though life itself had drained out of them. damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, slipping low enough to reveal the slit of his brows, almost grazing his lashes, beads of water still clinging to them.” He must have just come out of a bath. This was his place, then. Of course. That much was obvious. What wasn’t obvious was why I was here, and given how I’d been dragged in, I doubted I’d be walking out any time soon.Yet he let me freely roam in this room. Which made me even more certain that Oleg was up to something.He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word
ELVIS POVMy thoughts kept returning to his words about my family, "how deep the trouble ran, and how much of it was my fault." I never got the chance to pry the full truth from Luca back at Madam Sveta’s restaurant, or even afterwards. She’d revealed fragments that were not enough to see the full picture. And now… it was too late for answersThe guard sprang up, barking curses. A spike of nervousness shot through me. In my state, I wasn’t sure I could take a man like him, especially with the lingering ache in my stomach reminding me that punching that bastard might not have been my brightest move. His shadow closed in before his fist came flying toward my face. Only, we both underestimated me. My palm lashed out, deflecting the blow, and before his shock registered, I kicked his knee, jamming it sideways. His snarl cracked into a strangled shout.It felt almost too easy. I thought he was the one calling the shots, but his clumsy rage proved otherwise. It seems to me he was just anoth
ELVIS POV "Present moment" The car jerked to a stop, forcing my aching skull against the headrest. Whether I’d been dragged or carried out of the hospital was history, only that Oleg must have manhandled the hell out of me to leave me in this wreck of a state. I tried to peer outside for a hint of where we’d landed, but the men boxing me made it impossible. That didn’t last. The doors slammed open, and I was hauled out, their rough grip on my arms shocking me fully awake. That’s when I noticed we weren’t alone. Other cars bracketed us with armed men spilling out, while others already stationed outside scanned the terrain like watchdogs. The more I took in, the less it made sense. This wasn’t a city street; it was a stretch of road carved into the wilderness, jagged mountains rising around us. A kind of place chosen when someone wants to disappear. Scattered villas dotted the landscape, each scenery radiating bad news. I examined every angle of detail I could steal, from the smalle
ELVIS POVI frowned, the question clear on my face enough to make him smirk before grabbing my hand and pulling. I yanked it free.“No way,” I hissed. Was he insane? My father was here. Our families were hereI tugged harder. This time, he let go suddenly, making me stumble.“Yeah, that’s it. Nothing you do’s dragging me out of here,” I said, glaring.One corner of his mouth hitched up, poking his cheek like he was the most innocent thing in the world, his eyes roaming over the crowd like he’d just realized they were there and suddenly way more interesting. Nah, I guarantee this one’s certainly gonna make you move.My shoulders sagged in defeat. “You’re the absolute worst. Honestly, I’m done wasting my breath reminding you,” I ranted, scanning for my twin but finding no sign of him, and I wasn’t about to risk accidentally meeting my father's eyes.Walking beside Oleg, people made space for him, some whispering, others offering quiet praise. A few reached out to touch him in ways that
ELVIS POVLittle brother?!I’d guessed it, but hearing it said out loud still threw me. The likeness had always been there, “that magnetic pull that made people stop and look when either brother walked in.” Now the pieces fell into place. The man, Oleg’s brother looked familiar because he was one of the children their father had introduced me to at the burial…yet he bore an even stronger likeness to the little sister he’d carried, the one who’d wept through the funeral, maybe even sharing her hair color, along with a few of her delicate features.Oleg’s gaze still never touched me.“There’s no toy here to break, Viktor,” he said flatly, eyes locked on the man in front of him.Viktor’s white, half-tilted set of teeth aimed in my direction now, making his gray eyes gleam even brighter. “Nice to meet you, Elvis. I’m Viktor, Oleg’s elder brother.”I just stared, still thrown by how different and big he was from the last time I’d caught a glimpse of him. I couldn’t tell if it was truly him
ELVIS POVAt first, I thought he was heading toward us. But he veered off and went straight to the Watcher, demanding to be put in the next fight with Kamin.The Watcher, still bitter about Oleg’s earlier sarcasm, coldly shut him down.however, the same crowd that claimed the match was better off without Oleg now turned on the Watcher, refusing to shut up about wanting him in.They chanted his name, louder, more insistent, “Let Petrov in!”Then Kamin, riding high on his win and baring his teeth like a drunk fool, pointed as he threw words at Oleg. “What, you think this ring is for babies? “You were too scared to face Elvis, who barely even lasted seconds, and now you think you can handle me.”Pressing my lips together, I scrutinized Kamin, who laughed like I was the worst, most boring joke he’d been dying to deliver and finally got the chance. Oleg didn’t bother exchanging a word with him.Beside me, the man I still hadn’t figured out slipped both hands into his coat pockets, watching
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