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 POVSame as every time he did that to me, she’d go straight to him.That night, I pretended to sleep while she sat beside me, because the sooner it was over, the sooner she could finally retreat to her room and rest.I heard the soft creak of the door as she left. And I knew the fight had already started.Not that I’d hear anything in a house this big. By morning, it would be obvious..Because by then, the bags would be packed. Mum would be ready to leave with me. Again.And Luca, hesitant as always, would stay behind, not just for his games, like he liked to claim. I knew better.This wasn’t the first time Mum tried to leave.The first time, Luca and I followed her out the door. We didn’t even make it a full day.By nightfall, our father dragged all three of us back inside.But the next time, when Luca didn’t follow… it was like something in my father relaxed.He gave us a few days, a week at most. Then he came for us again. And sometimes, my father had bruises on his arms, hi
ELVIS POV “Flashback to the past" Curled into one of the plush armchairs tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, I tapped one foot against the tiled floor. The other idly nudged at the edge of my shoe. A fiction novel sat open across my lap, wedged between the stiff, unread pages of a schoolbook. I hadn’t been here in a while. The library was nearly deserted, and in my corner, I was completely alone. I’d love to blame paranoia, but no… No one in this place had a clue why reading fiction felt like crossing a line, no one but my brother… and, unfortunately, Oleg. Yeah. Oleg. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop scanning the room like I expected to be yanked out of my seat at any second. It was just like him to appear out of nowhere. I forced my eyes back to the book. Still, I dropped the book with a groan, letting it slide off my lap. It had been three days since the school week started, and I hadn’t seen even a glimpse of him. At first, I thought he was back to ignoring m
ELVIS POVI rubbed the back of my neck, unsure what to do with the silence pressing down on us, but it still beat being out there. Nadia was obviously trying to keep it together for both our sakes, but it felt like she was struggling even more than I was. I didn’t blame her. If Oleg found out I was here… I didn’t dare picture it.“How’s Oleg so blind with hate?” she hissed out, more to herself than to me. “To hate you like this…”“What did you say?” I asked, catching only the name, Oleg.“Nothing,” she answered at once.Just hearing his name was enough to make my legs itch to run. I could already imagine the disaster if he even had a hint I was here, let alone saw me.Nadia turned to me and cocked her head, eyes scanning my face. “Well… that cap and mask combo? Brilliant,” She quipped. “If you were aiming not to stand out, then sorry to break it to you, it kind of did the opposite. "You looked like one of those ex-athlete celebs whose career ended after some tragic injury and now can’
ELVIS POV I stood outside the hospital for what felt like hours. Might’ve been less, might’ve been more. Time distorted around my indecision. My feet were rooted to the pavement, but my mind kept turning toward the road. I wanted to leave badly, but I needed to see Nadia. The problem was, her entire day was booked at her brother’s bedside. Viktor. The one I’d—of all people…. Left clinging to life. The guilt sat thick as tar in my throat as I thought of him. I didn’t know if coming here was desperation or just plain stupidity. People passed by, tossing glances—some suspicious, others visibly unsettled. I probably looked unhinged: a twitchy figure in a hoodie and face mask, loitering near the hospital entrance. One couple lingered a little too long, that’s when paranoia started to bite down. What if someone recognized me, even like this? What if they already had? I sat on one of the rigid benches outside the hospital, but staying put felt impossible. My legs bounced restlessly, and wi
ELVIS POVI paced restlessly like a caged animal. I didn’t even remember why I was panicking anymore. Oh yeah, the message, my memory snapped into place.The one I’d found in my pocket, now lying on the floor as if it hadn’t torn through my sanityI dropped onto the edge of the bed, then I slammed the mattress, each word forced out like a curse spat through clenched teeth.“All… of… this… is… fucked!”First, the fallout with Oleg. Then the leaked video. My father’s disappointment louder than any doom. Nadia throwing back some twisted confession I’d made her swear to keep, one I had no memory of ever saying. The hit to my head. And now? Someone was threatening me like I was just a pawn on a board they thought they owned.I shot to my feet too fast. The world tilted, and I caught myself before I stumbled.There was no time, I was ready to storm out the door when a single thought yanked the leash—what if heading to the car was a trap? The so-called "gift" they mentioned could be anything
ELVIS POVI looked at her for a long moment, then pushed off the bed and sank to her level, the question lodged in my throat.“Mum… Um…? I trailed off, too unsure of the memory to find the right words.She furrowed her brows, waiting, deciding not to make a big deal out of it.“I just… love you. A lot,” I murmured, though the lump in my throat made me feel like a liar.She cast a subtle smile. “And I’ve always loved you,” she said,My face swelled with emotion, even with the awful rumors that must’ve reached her by now, she still loved me.And I wondered, when she sees the leaked video of what I did, will that love still hold?A small part of me clung to the hope that it wouldn’t matter to her.But the bigger part, the one aching to tell her myself before the world could, wasn’t so sure.My stomach growled.“Did you just hear that earthquake?” she chimed, glancing around with exaggerated concern, as if the whole house had just shifted beneath us and the rumble hadn’t come from my stom
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