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Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen: The Shape of TrustEmma VolkovThe car didn’t slow until the lights of the estate were miles behind us.Italy unfolded in darkness—narrow roads curling through hills, olive trees blurring into black streaks, the sea flashing silver in the distance like a blade catching moonlight. The engine’s growl was steady, relentless, a promise that we weren’t stopping until stopping became safe.Lucas sat beside me, jaw clenched, one hand braced against the door as the other checked his phone. He hadn’t asked if I was all right. He knew better than to insult me with the question.I broke the silence. “You said my father was diverted by design.”“Yes.”“Yours?”His eyes flicked to mine. “Not entirely.”“That’s not comforting.”“It’s honest.”I exhaled slowly. “Who attacked the convoy?”“Men who want chaos,” Lucas said. “Men who benefit when Ivan Volkov looks vulnerable.”“And when his daughter disappears.”He didn’t deny it.The road narrowed. The car slowed, turning onto a grave
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen: A Dangerous AlignmentEmma VolkovSleep abandoned me that night.The walls of the Italian estate felt closer than before, the silence heavier, as if the house itself were listening. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every word spoken at dinner, every glance exchanged across the table.Lucas Moretti had hesitated.That single crack in his armor unsettled me more than any threat ever had.I rose before dawn, dressing quietly. The sky outside my window was still dark, the first hint of morning barely touching the horizon. Guards patrolled the grounds below with military precision. There was no escape here—not that I was planning one.Not yet.I needed information.The library was my first destination.It was massive—floor-to-ceiling shelves, a rolling ladder, leather chairs positioned beneath tall windows. Old-world power lived in rooms like this. I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the calm settle my nerves. Books didn’t lie. People did.I was ha
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve: When Silence BreaksEmma VolkovThe night everything finally cracked open did not arrive with gunfire or screams.It arrived quietly.Too quietly.I sensed it before I knew it—the way animals sense storms before clouds gather. The estate felt different when I woke that morning. Tighter. Sharper. The guards outside my door stood straighter, hands closer to their weapons. Conversations stopped when I passed. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.I dressed without help, choosing black again. Always black when something was about to bleed.Breakfast with my father was brief. He barely touched his coffee.“You’re leaving Moscow today,” he said without preamble.I looked up slowly. “I am?”“Yes.”“Where?”“That doesn’t concern you.”“It always concerns me,” I replied calmly.His eyes lifted to mine, steel meeting steel. “Italy.”The word landed like a slap.My fingers tightened around the porcelain cup, but I didn’t let it show. “Italy,” I repeated. “That’s interesting.”“
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 11
Emma VolkovMoscow never welcomed you back.It tolerated you.The city rose beneath the plane like a living thing—steel bones, concrete veins, lights flickering like watchful eyes. As the wheels touched down, a familiar heaviness settled into my chest. Home wasn’t comfort. Home was consequence.My father said little on the drive from the airport. His men filled the cars around us, a moving fortress, engines humming in low unison. I watched the streets slide past the tinted windows, cataloging every turn, every shadow. Habit. Survival. Legacy.“You’re quiet,” Ivan Volkov said at last.“I’m thinking.”He glanced at me. “That’s what worries me.”I met his gaze without flinching. “It shouldn’t.”He said nothing more, but the silence sharpened. My father had always preferred control to chaos, certainty to questions. And I had become a question he didn’t quite know how to answer.Back at the estate, everything was exactly as I’d left it—immaculate, guarded, cold. The staff greeted me with l
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 10
Emma VolkovI didn’t sleep that night.Prague lay beneath my window like a half-forgotten dream—beautiful, ancient, and carrying secrets in its stones. The city breathed quietly, unaware that men inside its walls had just shifted the balance of power with a few measured words and carefully hidden intentions.I lay on the bed fully dressed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the meeting over and over. That name. The way my father’s shoulders had gone rigid for a fraction of a second. The way Lucas had stopped pretending not to care.Witness.That was what I had become.And witnesses in our world didn’t live long unless they chose a side.The thought settled in my chest like a weight.My phone buzzed again around three in the morning. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.You should rest.—LI almost laughed. Almost.I don’t sleep well after betrayals.—EThere was a pause longer than before.Careful. Words like that get people killed.Only if they’re afraid of the truth.Another pau
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 9
Emma VolkovI didn’t answer the phone.Not that night.I let it vibrate against the marble railing, the city lights of Moscow stretching endlessly below me, cold and familiar and sharp as knives. The unknown number glowed insistently on the screen, a quiet challenge. I knew—knew—who it was before the vibration stilled.Lucas Moretti did not do coincidence.I picked the phone up only after it went silent, turning it over in my palm as if it might burn me. The night wind cut through my coat, carrying the smell of snow and steel. Somewhere below, traffic hummed, indifferent to the fact that my life had tilted on a fault line months ago and never quite settled back.I went inside.The Kremlin skyline watched through glass as I poured myself a drink—vodka, neat—and sat at the long table in my apartment. Guards waited outside. My father’s shadow stretched everywhere, even when he wasn’t present.I told myself the call didn’t matter.I told myself I wouldn’t answer if it rang again.It rang
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