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FLASHBACK 5
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2026-05-23 23:58:05
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[TRISTAN’S POV] AURORA’S FUNERAL—MOSCOW, RUSSIA. It rains the way Moscow always rains in grief. Like the city knew before we did.Heavy and colorless, drumming against the black umbrellas, running in cold threads down the necks of men who don't flinch at bullets but stand very still in the rain because there is nothing else to do. Sixteen of them in Armani. Not a single face dry. Not from tears. Just rain.I tell myself that.The coffin is white birchwood with brass handles, her choice, she picked it years ago the way practical women pick things, efficiently and without sentiment. White for Aurora. Everything else in her life was black and iron and blood, so she wanted white at the end. I remember thinking she was being morbid when she told me.I didn't argue.I never argued with her about the things that mattered.Mafioso from four families have come. Sokolov from St. Petersburg, Renner's man from Berlin, two of the Chechen bosses who hated her and respected her in equal measure. T
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[TRISTAN’S POV] The mannequin's head is gone.Has been gone for eleven rounds. I keep shooting anyway, putting bullets into the empty metal pole where the skull used to be, the sound cracking off the concrete walls of the range like something trying to escape.Brass casings litter the floor around my feet. The air smells like gunpowder and rubber and the particular sweat of men who have been standing too still for too long, pretending not to watch me.I put three more into the pole."Tristan."I put two more."Tristan!"Aurora's hand comes over mine and wrenches the gun down. She is not gentle about it. She never is. She takes the Glock from my grip with the efficiency of a woman who has been handling weapons longer than most men in this room have been alive, drops the magazine, racks the slide, and sets it on the table beside us like she's putting a child to bed.Then she turns and looks at the men.One word in Russian. Out.They go. Sixteen men in black filing through the range doo
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WEEKS LATER[TRISTAN’S POV] Aurora's study smells like her. Jasmine and ink and that particular cold that clings to women who have never needed warming.I sit behind her desk because someone has to. She left for the Maldives today, a weapons negotiation that required her face and her signature and her particular talent for smiling at men she intends to kill. She trusted me with the Brotherhood's paperwork in her absence, which means she trusts me with her empire, which means I am signing documents at midnight while my daughter sleeps two floors above me and Moscow freezes solid outside the window.I don't mind the work. I prefer it to thinking.The door opens quietly.Yosef closes it behind him. No knock. Yosef never knocks in rooms he considers his, and he considers every room his.He looks well.That is the first thing I notice. Not pale, not weak, no shadows under his eyes from three days of reported fever. He drops into the chair across the desk with the loose ease of a man who h
MY TABOO STEP DADDY FLASHBACK 3
[TRISTAN'S POV]I wake to the smell of antiseptic and copper.My mouth tastes like I've been chewing on rust. Every breath pulls at something deep in my abdomen—not quite pain, more like a promise of pain if I move wrong.The ceiling above me is white. Unfamiliar. Not the warehouse. Not the car.Home.Aurora's estate. The safe house where she keeps the people she wants alive.I turn my head slowly. The movement sends a spike of discomfort through my torso, sharp enough to make me suck air through my teeth.Bandages wrap my middle. Tight. Professional. An IV line snakes from my left arm to a bag of clear fluid hanging beside the bed. The tube catches the light, casting thin shadows across my skin.Outside the glass door, voices carry. Russian. English. Back and forth like a tennis match played with grenades.Aurora and Yosef.I can see them through the frosted glass, two silhouettes gesturing with the kind of restrained violence that means they're arguing about something that matters.
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[TRISTAN'S POV] The warehouse reeks of diesel and old blood.I duck behind a rusted shipping container, shoulders pressed against corroded metal that's probably older than my marriage. Cigarette smoke drifts through the air, thick enough to taste on the back of my tongue.From here I can see everything.Yosef stands in the center circle of light, arms crossed over his chest. His posture reads bored, but I know better. I've known him long enough to catch the slight tension in his jaw, the way his right hand hovers near his holster.Around him, Aurora's men fan out in a loose semicircle. Russians. Built like brick shithouses with scars that tell stories and eyes that have seen too much. They smoke cheap cigarettes and check their weapons with the casual efficiency of men who kill as easily as breathing.The Chinese are opposite. Triad soldiers in expensive suits that can't quite hide the bulk of body armor underneath. Their leader—a thin man with silver threading his hair—gestures with
MY TABOO STEP DADDY FLASHBACK
FLASHBACK FROM YEARS AGO. [TRISTAN'S POV] MOSCOW, RUSSIA - WINTER The knife scrapes across porcelain. I stab the steak again. Watch the juice bleed out, pooling red against the white plate like a crime scene waiting to happen. "I'm ready to attack the Family Pact." The words drop into the silence like stones into still water. Aurora doesn't look up from cutting Amanda's chicken into smaller pieces. Her hands are steady, practiced, maternal in a way that makes my chest ache. "I'm ready to take the Brotherhood mark." I push the meat around my plate. "I want to be a made man." Yosef's fork pauses halfway to his mouth. He sets it down slowly, deliberately, green eyes flicking between me and his sister. Aurora finishes with Amanda's plate. Wipes her hands on her napkin. Still hasn't looked at me. "Mama?" Amanda's voice is small. Uncertain. "Is Papa angry?" Aurora's face transforms. The ice queen melts into something softer, warmer, purely mother. She leans down
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