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......
View MoreELVIS 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
ELVIS POVStill not taking his eyes off me as he flicked his brunette hair back like some bored model between shoots.“You’re next,” the watcher bit out.“Under whose orders?” he shrugged and sauntered over to a nearby seat. “I forfeit.”The air stood still.“You forfeit, you lose automatically. And that comes with punishment,” the Watcher retorted, barely holding back his temperOleg didn’t even bother to look up. “Whatever makes your damsel face feel powerful.”Some boys nearby snorted, making the Watcher whip his glare toward them. Then he turned back to me. I stared again at the slash carved into his face, but my mind wasn’t on scars or laughter; it was too busy spinning, trying to figure out how I was going to survive the next round.I grimaced at Oleg, who couldn’t care less that the Watcher’s patience was wearing thin and would probably dump all that aggression on me.“Oleg Petrov has forfeited!” he bellowed mockingly to the crowd.Boos exploded.“Knew he was all talk,” someone
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