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Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 8
Emma VolkovThe helicopter blades carved the night into pieces.Wind tore at my hair as I sat between two of my father’s men, my ankle elevated, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. Below us, the Italian countryside vanished into darkness, the lights of Lucas Moretti’s estate shrinking until they were nothing more than distant stars.I didn’t look back.I told myself I didn’t need to.My father sat across from me, silent for once. Ivan Volkov was not a quiet man by nature—his presence usually filled rooms, bent conversations, demanded attention. Now he watched me with an intensity that bordered on reverence, as if confirming again and again that I was real.Alive.Safe.“You should have waited for negotiations,” he said finally, his voice low beneath the roar of the blades.I met his gaze steadily. “You wouldn’t have.”A corner of his mouth lifted. “No.”The admission carried pride—and something darker.“You walked into his territory,” I continued. “You risked war.”“I risked nothing,
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 7
Emma VolkovThe safe room felt too small for the moment it was holding.Concrete walls. Reinforced steel. Screens flickering with chaos. Every sound seemed amplified—the distant crack of gunfire, the sharp bark of orders through radios, the low mechanical hum of systems working overtime to keep this fortress standing.Lucas stood beside the monitors like a general at war, his posture rigid, jaw clenched. Blood still stained his knuckles, dark against his skin. I couldn’t look away from it. Proof that this wasn’t some calculated chess match anymore—it was blood and bone and instinct.My father had come for me.That thought hit with such force that I had to brace myself against the edge of the table. Relief surged first, blinding and fierce. Then fear followed close behind, sharp and unrelenting.Because when titans clashed, the ground beneath them always cracked.“They’re breaching the east gate,” a voice crackled through the intercom.Lucas swore under his breath in Italian. “Reroute
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 6
Emma VolkovThe mansion didn’t sleep that night.I knew it the moment Lucas left me standing alone with the half-empty whiskey glass. The walls seemed to tighten, the air thickening with urgency. Footsteps multiplied in the corridors. Doors opened and shut with purpose. Somewhere below, voices rose and fell in sharp bursts of Italian that carried the unmistakable rhythm of orders being given—and followed.War preparations.I set the glass down untouched and moved to the window. The gardens were lit brighter than usual, floodlights cutting clean lines across hedges and stone paths. Men patrolled in pairs now, their silhouettes long and armed. The calm façade of luxury had slipped, revealing the steel skeleton beneath.My father was close.Not geographically, perhaps—but in intention. In inevitability.I pressed my palm against the glass, grounding myself. This was the moment where girls in stories broke down. Cried. Prayed. Bargained.I did none of those things.Instead, I cataloged ex
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 5
Emma VolkovMorning arrived without mercy.Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, bright and invasive, pulling me out of shallow sleep. For a moment, I lay still, listening. The mansion had its own rhythm—guards changing shifts, distant footsteps, the muted clink of porcelain from the kitchens. Life moved on, indifferent to the fact that I was a bargaining chip wrapped in silk sheets.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tested my ankle. Sore, but better. Healing always brought impatience with it.I dressed carefully—nothing flashy, nothing weak. A fitted black dress the maids had chosen for me, modest but sharp. Armor came in many forms. I brushed my hair back, met my reflection, and made a silent promise not to fracture today.Whatever Lucas meant by eventful, I would not react. Reaction was surrender.The library called to me again.I spent the morning there, perched in a high-backed chair near the window, a book on European power dynamics open in my lap. I actually rea
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 4
Emma VolkovThe silence he left behind was louder than any shout.I stayed seated long after Lucas stormed out, staring at the half-empty wineglass in front of me, watching the candlelight tremble against its surface. My pulse refused to slow. Something had cracked in him—something I hadn’t meant to touch, hadn’t even known was there—and the aftermath lingered like smoke.When I finally rose, my ankle protested, a dull reminder that I was still very much a prisoner in enemy territory. A maid appeared as if summoned by instinct and guided me back through the corridors. Guards watched from every archway, every landing. Their eyes followed, measuring, assessing. No hostility. No kindness. Just vigilance.Back in my room, I paced.The walls were too close tonight, the luxury suffocating. I limped to the window and pulled the curtain aside. The gardens glowed faintly under lantern light—perfect hedges, silent fountains, paths that led nowhere I could reach. Somewhere beyond those grounds l
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 3
Emma VolkovThe library became my sanctuary.I found it on the fourth day of captivity, purely by accident, while limping down a corridor under the watchful eyes of two armed guards. They were everywhere in the mansion—silent, disciplined, dressed in black, positioned like statues that breathed. No matter where I went, I was never alone. Not truly.But the library… the library felt different.The doors were tall and heavy, dark wood carved with intricate designs. When I pushed them open, the smell hit me instantly—old paper, leather bindings, dust, and something faintly smoky, like history itself had been burned into the walls.It was massive.Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined every wall, stacked with volumes in multiple languages. A rolling ladder sat against one shelf, and a long table occupied the center of the room, lit by a brass lamp. Large windows let in soft daylight, illuminating floating dust motes that made the space feel unreal, like a dream I wasn’t sure I deserved.For
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