Note: This is my first book on Goodnovel and I post every day. Thanks for checking out my book! Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky My feet were sore from all the running but I couldn’t rest on this foreign soil. I needed distraction for these two days; the shipment cargo was leaving in about an hour from now and the Russians, my own blood, were fighting tooth and nail to get a chunk of my flesh. Their young Tsar candidate was dead. The Bratva was vast as Russian lands that extended like a strip on the map. The Kozlovsky Syndicate was just a patch of garland in it but their alliances and influences, never-ending list of underdogs and rats networking gave them an invincible hold on our ancestors' trade routes. But this was about people trusting their knowledge to the extreme and a rational belief that your prey is unaware of you creeping in
Svetlana Yulia Koslovsky Waking up groggily, I had a throbbing headache. It felt like the world was going merry-go-round and a curse left my foul-tasting mouth, involuntary. My tongue flickered in my mouth trying to name the horrible bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Unrecognizable, but it was some medicine for sure. What the f*ck had they fed me?! I absolutely despise when someone plays with my body or conscious function. Whoever this was should damn well draft their wills! Blinking I tried to adjust to the light in the room. My breath hitched as my eyes roamed the length of my body. GOD! I was wearing the same clothing that I was wearing the night before and there was no ache in my body except the one in my head. I shut my eye and let out a shaky breath. I wasn’t r*ped which was a good sign. My hand reached my chest to even my breathing but then froze m
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky “Sandra, let the doctor check you.” He ordered in a stern and stiff tone as if ordering his comrade and just by one look I could tell, that was the softest tone the man could muster. Probably an army man. I frowned and gave the man a once over. Crisp expensive suit, leather shiny shoes that could probably reflect back your face, and a stick up his ass; this was a corporate shark through and through but in no way did I remember poking one. My world hardly had confrontation to anything as holy as a legit business. Right now, I really wanted to know the extent of my ′talent’. How had I managed to ruffle these fine custom-made, imported feathers? I would say the man was some perverted old man who brought me in for the kinks but I know that everyone knows that I am more trouble than a good f*ck and cutting and weighing balls seem
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky As the old woman clad in maid clothing entered the room she smiled a stiff yet warm smile at me which I didn’t reciprocate, “Miss, I am here to help you dress.” Ostensibly, this was the only greeting that I was spared, the elderly woman steadily paced through the room entering the walk-in closet, I hadn’t had the chance to notice, much less explore. I may not be girlish but I was a shopaholic and the closet I walked in was a heaven set-up for me. Whereas it was a choice of comfort for Americans, we Russian women preferred dressing up to the hilt every single day. I was not versatile in preference, after all, I was once brought up in old money. Rack after rack limited-edition branded fabrics and accessories was just what I needed to calm my nerves. And the footwear collection. I knew since young my Achilles heels were in my heels. Back in Russia, I had collected hundreds of them fr
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky I’ve been staring at the grey, golden and white walls and the so-called classy furniture consecutively with maddening intensity like felons had the prison cell printed in their minds, I’d this Goddamn Mansion. My skin was burning and my lungs were suffering burning from lack of oxygen. This textured ceiling of the repulsing pink room with stars and the whole screwed universe model was going to be a lasting nightmare once I get out of here, I reckon. There was always something to be done, something to crave, something to ruin but in this dreadful vortex of whatever hell, life was frozen. Lack of human contact, thrill, chase, and purpose was weighing on my spirit. I wanted to break free and get loose. Like Rubik’s cube, several scenarios had run through my mind of my possible escapades, all with less than 20% survival chances. It wasn’t my soil, I was a strange
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky The specters of my ruin looked less than concerned if even this wreck was going to end in a heart arrest. The Giannini's was your typical shark in grey waters. Territorial, power-hungry, and predators of sharp teeth with a jaw to regenerate a new set every fortnight. To them, Mafia was their family gridiron with acquaintances and consociate on every nook and cranny. They come up strong with cohesive reciprocities pulling them at leverage. I could inquire very furtively and sneakily who was this Giannini heir I am offered as a sacrifice to but I already had my heart in my throat. I co
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky I sat in the lobby with pursed lips. The chamber, wide and spread, is immaculately bold and masculine with about three storey tall woodsy antique-white walls. Ceiling, a plain stretch to miles with beehive cells scattered in a remote expanse where I’m guessing the air conditioner is reserved. The walls have ridiculous yet pocket-draining artworks and tacky furniture on every nook. Large glass walls with pentagon-shaped cubicles are set in the far end of the lobby where I’m guessing the staff resides. People file in and out with a hop in their step, rushing in and about, carrying files and merchandise. All with the grace of the dead, without a single sound. That is all my line of vision fa
Luca Alessio Giannini The woman was a vile precarious creature. The woman... she touched and ignited some nirvana in my bones. I am still sporting a hard-on just looking at her leaning back relaxing in my office. Doing nothing but being there. She was fucking drinking vodka from her third hip flask like a drunkard at 11:30 all the while she pretended to scroll through her phone. But the woman head would snap and ears would perk on any voice, for anything that could be a sign of a threat. I couldn’t pinpoint but the woman posture, her whole persona had gone through a change. I assessed her with squinted eyes, back to back without stopping typing. I haven't gotten any work done, this sexy beast was occupying my less than holy thoughts. The girl was in a defensive position, not relaxing for a second as if she could be executed any moment now. Was