Library
Search
Home / Romance / Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance / Chapter 9

Share

Chapter 9

Author: Toxic Bee
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-29 14:13:33

Emma Volkov

I 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
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • 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

  • 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

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status